Page 13 of Good Friends
Far worse.
Especially if it was Jayce.
Glad I didn’t take him up on his offer to use his garage now.
That would’vesucked.
But he’d still cried, several times, as he loaded the boxes in the truck by himself, remembering the melancholy fun he’d had with Porter that afternoon as they’d filled the storage unit.
Then they’d gone back to Porter’s house and made love all night and the next morning, spent most of the next day in bed, and then once more the day after that before Porter drove him up to TIA to catch his flight.
Sitting with him in the main terminal before Gavin finally had to go to get through security.
How Porter had kept his arm draped around his shoulders as they sat there, nuzzling Gavin’s head, the things they’d whispered to each other.
How he’d begged Gavin to stay safe, and he hadn’t just meant sex.
How he’d promised Gavin if he needed to break the contract and come home early, that he was welcomed to do so and stay with him as long as he needed.
How he’d said he’d miss him.
Fuck.
Now he was crying again, sitting at a goddamned red light on US41 and blinking back tears. Tears that didn’t sting a fraction as badly as his memories and the pain they triggered. It sure had sounded, back then, like Porter had feelings for him.
What if they’re right?
Except they weren’t, because he’dbeenhere before, survived a fucking cheat and a liar…
But what if theywere?
He refused to think that.
Last time he’d gone through this, he’d given Geoff more than one chance to hurt him, and it’d left his heart scorched and bleeding, his soul in tatters. It’d nearly destroyed him. Porter fuckingknewthat, too. It was one of the two big reasons why Gavin had kept things chill between them, took it slow. That, and Dane.
Gavin had loved that Porter had been so understanding about that, too. Porter never pushed, ever.
Gavin couldn’t go there again, though.
Wouldnot.
He stopped by the grocery store on his way home and picked up stuff for dinner that night, including mint chocolate chip ice cream to drown his sorrows in instead of booze. He likely wouldn’t be called in that weekend for an emergency repair, but he didn’t want to risk it. He’d only been working there a week, and it’d really look bad if he was called in and couldn’t go because he was drunk.
Once he was home and had unpacked his groceries, he found a bad B-movie marathon on SyFy and sat on his new IKEA couch while scrolling through Facebook.
Of course he couldn’t resist looking at Jayce’s profile.
The latest update had been posted just a few minutes earlier.
Having a BANGING good weekend with my favorite Top and friends! ;)
Another sharp tug on Gavin’s heart, and he angrily hit the unfriend button.
Fucker.
Ten minutes later, he had an alert from Messenger pop up on his phone.
Jayce.
