Page 42 of Good Friends
Chapter Thirteen
Gavin stood there watching Porter drive away, still whimpering from echoes of that kiss ricocheting through his body, his cock aching and his soul singing.
This.
Thatman.
That’sthe man he wanted to claim him.
That’sthe man who owned his heart and soul and submission.
He’d never called another man Master before, but that tantalizing glimpse he’d just had of that side of Porter drove home something Gavin had desperately, and futilely, tried to erase from his own soul—Porterwashis Master, his love.
Hisonly.
He didn’t even realize he was crying until he walked around his truck to the driver’s side and climbed behind the wheel.
He’d fucked this up all the way around. His fear and being locked into old patterns.
One of the things that had made him sofuckingangry about Dane’s suicide, besides the man having to know it’d be Porter who’d find him, was yes, Dane went through a lot of shit as a kid. But he’d let himself get stuck in such a tight, regimented cycle of old, useless pain.
In all those years, Dane had never managed to get past it enough to move forward.
And Porter—and Gavin, too—ended up paying a life-long price, as a result.
But wasn’t that exactly what he’d done, too, to a lesser extent. Chosen to remain stuck where he’d ended up instead of moving forward? Looking back and tripping all over himself instead of focusing forward and on Porter?
As he drove home, he got stuck at a red light and stared at his phone. Before he could stop himself, he texted his address to Porter.
Nothing else, just that.
Tomorrow morning, he’d go by Porter’s work and ask him to come over tomorrow night for dinner. He’d beg forgiveness and for another chance, if Porter would give it to him.
If not, he wouldn’t blame him.
When he got home he headed straight for the shower and stood there, dreaming about the feel of Porter’s lips over his. It hardened his cock again, and for the first time in a while he grabbed lube and started stroking because heneededto come.
He was halfway there when he heard something, but before he could investigate, a hand ripped the shower curtain open and he let out a scream.
* * * *
Porter had just pulled into his apartment complex when his phone buzzed.
His heart raced when he saw it was from Gavin…then he realized it was only an address.
Nothing more.
No message, no apology.
He headed inside and for shits and giggles tapped the address, which automatically opened his map program.
Oh…shit.
Gavin literally lived five minutes away. Not even that.
Are youshittingme?
Before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed clean clothes, shoved them into his gym bag, and headed out again, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.
