Page 21 of Good Friends
Not only could Porter blow his mind as a Dom, he blew Gavin’s mind as a lover.
It felt natural calling him Sir, even around others. One of the few benefits of being a kinky gay guy in the South was the ability to call your Sir exactly that around vanillas without raising any eyebrows.
Until last year, when Gavin realized they’d organically become exclusive.
And how great that had been.
When his buddy let him know about the job opportunity in Costa Rica, and Gavin had looked into it, it’d sounded great.
Except…
He didn’t want to do it if it meant saying good-bye to Porter.
Gavin awakened in a sweat, heart pounding. He’d nearly had a panic attack while sitting there at the gate in the airside terminal the day he flew to Costa Rica. Literally, he’d almost called Porter and begged him to wait for him, nearly begged the gate clerk to pull his bags from the plane so he could go back home with Porter.
The sadness in Porter’s eyes as they’d said good-bye one last time nearly broke Gavin’s heart.
Except by then Gavin knew his job in Lakeland was already filled, and he’d still have to find another one if he didn’t get on that plane.
So…he’d gone.
Cried in the lav a few times during the flight, but he’d landed in Costa Rica, sucked it up, and…
Cried.
I’m a fucking idiot.
He’d had the perfect guy, the best friend ever…
And I threw it all away. My dad’s right, I’m going to die alone.
And I deserve it.
Chapter Seven
Monday morning, Porter was, as usual, the first one at work. He sat there outside the building with his truck running and the AC on full blast and stared at the e-mail on his phone.
The promised work contract.
All he needed to do was digitally sign it, and he was set to start work when he gave them a start date. He’d need at least two weeks, because he wouldn’t quit without giving notice. That would be a dick move and he didn’t burn bridges behind him like that.
Not professionally, and not personally.
Not unless given a damn good reason.
He struggled to not think about Dane, who’d probably encourage him to take the job and tease him for hesitating.
He struggled to keep his mind off Gavin.
Who still hadn’t returned his call.
Several times yesterday, he’d pulled up Gavin’s contact info on his phone with every intention of calling him and begging him totalkto him.
To at least give him some damnclosure. Tell him what the hell he did wrong so he could maybe salvage their friendship. Gavin didn’t want to be in a “relationship” with him anymore? Fine.
But couldn’t they at least stayfriends? Especially after all they’d been through together?
This job, and Gav, were his last ties to Dane.
