Chapter 46
He knows connoisseurs like to fill wine glasses halfway, then sit back and savor the aroma and flavor while sipping the drink. But he has only one goal in mind, and that’s to get Brody inside and between the sheets as soon as he can. The fuzzy glow of a wine buzz will enhance their lovemaking—and tonight, that’s what it will be, making love. He had been terrified to admit it out loud; after the heartache he went through when the Jerk screwed him over, Gavin thought he’d never allow himself to love another in the same way again. But the emotion has been bubbling up inside of him for a long time now, and every time he sees Brody, it percolates anew. At dinner tonight, he let the words slip out, saying them low enough that Brody could ignore them if the feeling wasn’t mutual.
But it is, thank God it is, and Gavin’s whole body swells to bursting when he replays the scene in his mind. It’s on an endless loop, and tonight he wants to whisper the words again as he holds Brody close. Tonight it won’t be just mutual masturbation or sex but love, pure and simple, unadulterated. Real.
First, though, they have a bottle of wine to split.
Because he wants to finish the wine as quickly as possible, Gavin fills both glasses to brimming, and hands Brody one of them as he sits back against the loveseat. “Now this is what I call a glass of wine,” Brody jokes, sipping it before it can overflow. “Looks like you’re trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me.”
“Drunk or not,” Gavin says as he eases an arm behind Brody’s lower back, “I’m pretty sure you aren’t going to tell me no.”
“Hmm.” Brody lays his head on Gavin’s shoulder and cuddles against him. In one hand he holds his wine glass; the other he rests on Gavin’s belt buckle, a heavy weight just above the faint throb at Gavin’s crotch. As Gavin nuzzles Brody’s hair, he plucks at Gavin’s zipper, just little plinks at first, then tugs, then his fingers are easing into Gavin’s open fly, rubbing Gavin’s stiffening dick.
Gavin gasps as Brody works his way into the fly on Gavin’s briefs. “You like that?” Brody whispers against his throat.
“Mm-hmm.” Gavin’s legs spread apart slightly as he slides down a little on the loveseat, pushing more of himself into Brody’s hand. Cool fingers encircle his shaft, the rasp of skin on skin muffled by the layers of clothing he wears, but the touch sears through him nonetheless. He thrusts his hips, a small movement that Brody meets with a tightening grip around his cock. Against Brody’s temple, Gavin moans, “Yes.”
Brody takes a long draught of wine, then sits up to set the glass on the table before them. When he comes back, he leans down over Gavin’s lap, unbuckling Gavin’s belt and pushing the jeans open wider. With expert moves, Brody tucks Gavin’s briefs down below his balls, exposing his hardening member to the warm night. The sea breeze is like a faint breath blowing over the sensitive head of his dick, and he lays back against the loveseat, eyes shut, giving into the sensations swirling through him.
He barely feels Brody pluck the wine glass from his numb fingers. The next thing he knows, his lover’s hot mouth is kissing along his rigid length, from base to tip, leaving cooling imprints in winy spit behind.
“Oh yeah,” he sighs again, cupping the back of Brody’s head with his hand to hold his lover down to him. “God, yeah.”
Brody’s lips close over his cockhead and suck at it with quick little tugs intended to draw him towards a fast climax. He bucks his hips up, forcing as much of himself as he can into Brody’s willing mouth, and moans as the tip of his dick smears against the back of Brody’s throat. His lover takes him in, massaging his dick with lips and tongue and cheeks, working him to orgasm. His hand fists in Brody’s hair, his fingers twining through the short locks, as he fucks up into Brody again and again.
Words spill from him in a mindless litany, “yes” and “God” and “oh yes, right there, like that, please, please, yes!” Licking the underside of Gavin’s cock, Brody takes him in deeper, and Gavin thrusts against his lover, wanting more. Wanting release.
Yes, and God, yes, and oh God, oh Brody, oh sweet Jesus, YES.
Brody’s tongue and lips work together to get Gavin off, and when he comes, it’s in a hot rush that fills Brody’s mouth in one explosive wad. His cheeks pouch out, and when Gavin’s dick slips from him, it leaves a dribble of white jism on his lower lip. As he swallows quickly, Gavin grasps the back of his neck and pulls him up to claim a hungry kiss. Gavin’s tongue licks away the cum on Brody’s lip, then chases his own juices as it delves into Brody. He tastes himself on his lover’s cheeks and teeth, his senses filled with his own scent and a fruity hint of rosé wine.