Page 41 of Good Friends
“Yeah.”
Porter stared at him as he tried to process that. “But…but when we talked—”
“Whenyoutalked, Porter.” Gav stared up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes, which were currently full of anguish that ripped at Porter’s soul. “I let you talk and realized that yeah, you asked me about work and things I was doing, the country, all that. But when it came to you playing around, my absence wasn’t slowing you down at all, was it?”
“You’rethe one who leftme,” Porter screamed. “You’rethe one who went to Costa-fucking-Rica!”
“You’rethe one wholetme!” Gavin screamed back. “I evenaskedyou before I went if there was a reason for me to stay, and you basically said not to let the door hit me where the good lord split me!”
“I thought youwantedto go! I didn’t want to stand in your way! I didn’t want to manipulate you into staying, and Idamnsure didn’t want to push you into staying if you wanted to go.”
“Iwantedyou to push me to stay, Porter.” He blinked back tears. “Foronegoddamned time, Iwantedyou to push me. I wanted you towantme. That’sallI’veeverwanted, was for you towantme.”
“Idowant you, Gav! You were supposed to move in with me and—”
“And then what, Porter? You keep fucking other guys because I wasn’t good enough for you?”
Stunned, Porter stared at him. “Of course you’re good enough for me.”
“Then why wasn’t I ever good enough for you to give up fucking other guys?”
“Why thehelldidn’t you say you wanted to be exclusive? Fuck, for over six months before you left, wewereexclusive!”
“Sure, by circumstances,notby your choice.”
“Yes, by my choice! I had offers, and I turned them down. Because they weren’tyou. Because I fucking loveyou.”
Gavin’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Yeah. You never thought to fuckingaskme any of that, though, did you? Just like I didn’t fuck anyone but Ivan while you were gone. Blowjobs, yeah, I got a couple from guys I played with. I’ll own that. I never lied to you about that, either. But if you’ll recall,you’rethe one who brought up not being exclusive while you were gone. I thought that’s whatyouwanted. It wasn’t what I wanted. I evenofferedto stay exclusive while you were gone, and you said no, that was okay. So don’t give me that fucking revisionist bullshit!”
Porter turned away from him and ran his hands through his hair. Hell, he felt like ripping his goddamned hair out. Had hereallydone such a shitty job of showing Gavin how he felt about him?
Apparently so.
It sounded like Gavin was near tears but Porter resisted the urge to turn back to him and pull him into his arms. This had to be resolved first, and he wasn’t sure a half-screaming “chat” in the parking lot after work could be considered resolving the matter.
“I wanted you towantme, Porter,” he said. “I wanted you to take the damn initiative andshowme you wanted me. I wanted you to show up at my place, walk right in like you owned it, and take me in hand. I wanted you to shove me onto the bed, pin me by my fucking throat, look me in the eyes, and tell me I wasn’t going anywhere. That I belonged to you and you belonged to me. I wanted you to own me, not let me go. And then fuck me to claim me and seal the deal. I wanted you to push me to stay, lay official claim to me, andshowme you loved me.”
“I don’t push,” he softly said. “And I don’t play games. You know that, and you damn well know why.”
Gavin now stood almost right behind Porter, between the two trucks. Porter could see him in the reflection in his driver’s window. “I’m not Dane! I’m—”
Porter spun around, slammed him against the side of Gavin’s truck, and crushed his lips over Gavin’s.
Meanwhile, his cock woke up, screamedyaaaaas, bitches!and nearly punched a hole through the front of his briefs and shorts.
Gavin tasted like sweat and fear and desperate, shaky need. Porter pressed his body against Gavin’s, their cocks both hard and rubbing together through their clothes. A sweet, low moan rolled from Gavin as Porter kissed him, and then he started grinding back against Porter, tried to drape his arms around his neck, and—
Porter’s common sense finally caught up with him and he released Gavin, stepping back, horrified he’d done that. Hard and heavy in a scene? Absolutely.
Laying hands on someone in real-life?
Fuck, no.
Shit.
With his hands shaking and his emotions a confused, swampy mess, Porter climbed into his truck, started it, and peeled out of the parking lot while a stunned-looking Gavin stood there watching.
