"So," he says, wiggling his ass just to make me groan. "If you ever want to try bottoming, I'm happy to help. But what you just did? That was..." He shivers. "I'm enthusiastically in favor of you doing that again. And again. And again."
"Yeah?"
"Gavin, you just blew my mind. Please never stop fucking me."
I'm grinning so hard my face hurts. "I think I can manage that."
We're quiet for another moment, basking in it. Then?—
BANG BANG BANG.
"OMG do not start up again!"
We both freeze. That's... that's Ian's voice. From the hallway.
"Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Doc looks at me. I look at Doc.
We burst out laughing.
"Sorry!" I yell back, not sorry at all.
"No you’re not!” Ian shouts. “And I’m telling Drew you traumatized me!"
Doc is shaking with laughter beneath me, tears leaking from his eyes. "Oh my god. Oh my god."
"We should probably?—"
"Yeah."
I pull out slowly, gripping the condom. We both wince, and I panic for a second.Did I hurt him?But then he's giggling, so I collapse beside him and pull him into my arms. Face pressed into my chest. Still laughing.
I press a kiss to his hair, then force myself to move. "Hold on."
"Nooo." He makes grabby hands as I slide off the bed. "Come back."
"Two seconds." I deal with the condom, grab a washcloth from the bathroom, and run it under warm water. When I come back, he's sprawled across my sheets like he owns them.
"Such service," he murmurs, smiling up at me.
"Shut up and let me take care of you."
His expression goes soft at that.Yeah. I could get used to this.
"You're ridiculous," he mumbles as I clean him up, gentle as I can manage.
"You're welcome."
He snorts, but his eyes are soft. Fond. Like maybe I'm doing okay at this whole thing.
I toss the washcloth toward the hamper—miss, don't care—and crawl back into bed, pulling him against me.
"So," I say. "Good?"
"Gavin." He looks up at me, eyes bright. "Shut up."
"That's not an answer."
