Page 20 of Good Friends
Exhaustion took Gavin when he finally headed to bed around ten that night. After he fell asleep, he dreamed about the first time he and Porter made the transition from good friends to friends with bennies.
That’d been at the Toucan, too, during a leather contest weekend. The anniversary of Dane’s death rapidly approached, and Gavin had met a guy looking for a hot, sexy, no-strings night with a Dom. So he’d arranged for them to meet him there on Friday night. It wasn’t uncommon for them to co-Top someone. They played together a lot, with Porter as his Top, but Gavin didn’t Top alone.
Working on a willing bottom with Porter, however, was always like weaving magic.
Gavin had coaxed Porter to go to the Toucan with him that weekend, and they’d shared a room with two beds, the way they had plenty of times before. They’d scened with the guy for over two hours. For the first time in weeks, Gavin saw a genuine smile on Porter’s face as the man lost himself in what they were doing.
Neither of them had wanted to fuck the guy, but they’d stood at his head and choked him on their cocks simultaneously, per the guy’s request. As they did that, Porter had looked Gavin in the eyes for a long, sweet moment.
When Porter slanted his lips over Gavin’s in a scorching kiss that had curled Gavin’s toes, it nearly made him shoot off in the bound bottom’s mouth right then. But it also lit a fire in Porter’s gaze.
All while the bottom blew them, they’d kissed, Gavin quickly wishing they didn’t have the bottom there and could just get to whatever this new thing was between him and Porter. There’d been a desperate hunger in Porter’s kisses that Gavin wanted to slake for him. After the bottom sucked them off, and they jerked him off…
Once they were alone, Porter had pulled Gavin into his arms again, without a word, and kissed him.
Not just a fucking kiss, but a soul-melting kiss that felt like dreams and pain and hope and long-held grief all mixed into one.
Gavin wanted all of it, the good and the bad, to keep Porter smiling.
Some moments in life were indelible in the memory. That night would remain indelible in Gavin’s.
He remembered how he could still taste hints of the cognac-infused cigar Porter had smoked earlier while they sat in the pool courtyard and negotiated with the guy before they ever took him back to their room. Porter’s low, deep, sexy groans when they’d made it out of the shower and back to bed, and Gavin went down on him.
The look on Porter’s face the first time he slid his wrapped cock inside Gavin’s ass and fucked him that night, missionary, while jerking Gavin’s cock for him.
The man’s O-face, which he’d seen plenty of times when playing with other guys, but never like this.
Neverforhim, and for himalone.
They’d spent the rest of the weekend naked and in bed, other than going downstairs to eat. That weekend he saw Porter smile more than he’d seen him smile in the previousyear.
And there’d been talking.
Loooots of talking.
Porter knew Gavin’s relationship history and hadn’t wanted to pressure him. He let Gavin set the terms, to start.
Porterneverpushed.
Ever.
It was one of the things he’d loved so goddamned much about the man.
Back then, Gavin hadn’t wanted to be tied down once he’d escaped Geoff. He was still trying to rebuild his confidence from what he’d gone through in that relationship. So after that weekend, he and Porter became friends with bennies, even though he could tell Porter wanted more.
The Dom got bonus points for not pushing him, though.
Gavin didn’t want to get in too deep too fast, emotionally, with the man. Porter had his own baggage, and Gavin was smart enough to know he couldn’t fix the guy. He’d held him that horrible day.
Gavin would never forget the feel of the hot sun beating down on them as he struggled to keep Porter out of Dane’s apartment while the paramedics and deputies did their thing and Porter inconsolably sobbed in his arms.
The outright rage Gavin had felt as he did and would never tell Porter about, that Dane could do that not just to the man who’d loved him so deeply, but tohim, too, his friend.
That Dane had let his fear and pain win instead of letting Porter do what he did best andhelphim.
Although one of the things Gavin loved about Porter was how devoted he was as a friend, willing to sit back and watch and wait, never pushing, until a couple of years later when Gavin had asked for even more between them than just friends with bennies and playmates.
More overnights, at Porter’s place or his own. Going bare with each other and no one else, and having veto rights over each other’s partners.
