Gravity of Love

Bored. So bored.

This made hour two of sitting at Ren's desk playing Solitaire on the computer. Ever since David and I were caught together Ren had me on a sort of house arrest for the past two weeks. It's great because I no longer have clients to please but he's shunned me away from On The Lash—the one thing I actually enjoyed. That wonderful idea he had as punishment? This was it. Complete isolation and I felt as if I was going to lose my mind. What was left of it, at any rate.

So I wandered about the house hour after hour ceaselessly until I finally went to sleep at night. To an empty bed, I might add. It was only a few days after the whole mix up that Ren started going out more than usual. He'd leave in the afternoon and not come back until the next day. When he was home he'd just ignore me; wouldn't talk to me or just walk around me like I wasn't there. But that wasn't the worst part: he wasn't sleeping with me either. Sure we would sleep in the same bed when he was home at night but there was no sex. And no sex means a very very grumpy Gavin. The last time I had anything was Ren's last "punishment" and that's not exactly a memory I hold dear to my heart.

Like it or not, I was craving to be touched and was steadily becoming a sex-starved cabin fever maniac. I thought about grabbing that cute little Marcus but doing that would make me no better than Ren. Not to mention that Ren would lash out at Marcus just because he allowed himself to be seduced. Well, it might not be that bad…it could be just once and Ren would never know….

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ren's voice startled me and I stood up quickly, knocking a few things over on his desk.

"I was just playing computer games, Ren."

He gave me a disgusted look and walked past me to the bedroom. I should be glad that he talked to me at least. The help here avoids me like the plague and I don't know anyone to call so I was desperate for any social contact. I turned the lights off and hurried after him. I never thought the day would come when I actually WANTED Ren's company.

He emerged from the bathroom naked and I was sure he knew how hungrily I followed his every move. He never once made eye contact and just slipped into bed like I wasn't there. Fine, I'd make it where he couldn't ignore me. I got into bed and scooted closer to his warm body. I let my hands glide over his shoulders and down the length of his arm, reveling in the smooth but muscled skin. My breath quickened and I put my hand on his stomach and slowly let it travel down.

I felt Ren stiffen and without warning he slapped my hand away. "None of that, love."

I whimpered and snuggled closer. "Ren, it's been weeks. Please."

"I said no," Ren snapped as he grabbed my wrist, gave it a nasty squeeze, and pushed me away.

"Too busy with Mannix, I take it?" I mumbled.

Ren sat up and looked down at me. "I thought you would be happy."

I propped myself up on my elbows so I wouldn't have to strain my neck looking up. "Are you serious? Why would you think I'd be happy being isolated like this?"

Ren frowned. "You're hardly isolated. You aren't the only person living here. Talk to the servants, fuck 'em for all I care; you just can't leave the house. On second thought, I could bring clients here and you can turn a spare bedroom into a tiny Freaky Coffin, how's that?"

I shivered. "I don't want that."

Ren frowned. "Then stop complaining. You don't have clients and you don't have strangers pawing over you in your underwear. You have an enormous house and staff at your beck and call so all you have to do is sit and be beautiful. Why the fuck are you upset?"

"Because I miss your touch," I whined.

Ren smiled like he didn't believe me. "You don't miss my touch. Maybe who you're missing is that handsome coppertop that keeps looking for you at On The Lash?"

I froze, completely speechless. Jon would have no idea what happened to me. Playing stupid was pointless so I decided to just not say anything.

"He's awfully pretty," Ren continued. "Rick spotted him trying to sneak in the back looking for you. By the description Rick gave me he's younger than any client I've given you. It makes me wonder how you know him..an extracurricular activity for you, perhaps?"

"Leave him out of this," I snapped.

"All I want to know is what you've been doing with your time," Ren said with a nonchalant shrug. "What's his name?"

I shook my head, pursing my lips together. The fact that Ren was asking for it made me nervous because it meant he wanted to do something with it.

"Fine, don't give me your little boyfriend's name."

"He's not my boyfriend. You are," I said softly.

"Then be a dear and let your boyfriend get some sleep," Ren muttered and laid back down. "And in one of the spare bedrooms if you love me that much."

So that's why Ren had me on lockdown. He knew about Jon and was punishing me for that too. Fuck.

I slid out of bed more miserable than ever and grabbed a robe from the closet.

"Great, just fucking great," I mumbled angrily to myself. I decided to sleep in the bedroom that was furthest away so Ren and I wouldn't cross paths in the morning. I was almost there when I stopped in my tracks, noticing whose door I was passing. No, Gavin. Be a good man and keep walking. Be a good man and go for another week without getting laid. What use was being good when I ended up miserable?

I opened the door as quietly as I could and saw Marcus' sleeping figure in the bed. I crept closer and eased under the covers. Marcus woke up with a start and turned around to see what was going on.

"Wha-what the hell?!" He blurted. He rubbed some of the sleep from his eyes and looked at me. "Gavin? What are you doing?"

"I'm lonely, Marcus, would you mind if I slept in here with you?" I gave him my warmest smile and blinked innocently at him.

Marcus widened his eyes and looked at me as if I had grown another head. "What if Ren comes in? I mean, he wouldn't like seeing us in bed together. I wouldn't want him to hurt you anymore and I don't know what he would do to me and—"

I leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss. It was soft, using just the tip of my tongue and a brush of my lips against his. He froze but didn't pull away so I deepened the kiss. He moaned softly into my mouth and allowed me to push him back on the bed. My cock was throbbing between my legs and it took all my willpower to not tear his underwear off and fuck him raw. I figured it was better to tease myself with the anticipation of it all. I gladly lost myself as he began gently caressing my face and wrapped a thin leg around my waist.

I forced myself to prepare him at least and let my fingers and tongue do the work. Marcus was squirming on the bed, moaning and gasping with every lick of my tongue or twist of my fingers. I did enough so he wouldn't get hurt and impatiently pushed his legs up, resting his feet on my shoulders. The first thrust was heavenly and I had to think about gross things to keep me from coming too soon. Horny or not I've never been a one-minute man and I was so not going to start now.

We soon had a rhythm as I held on to Marcus' legs, pushing down on him and all he could do was take it and enjoy. He mewled and cried for me to go faster and I happily obliged. I never realized just how I took the simple act for granted. I complained about having sex so often but when I had to go without it nearly drove me insane. I guess that old adage is true: Be careful what you wish for.

We switched positions a bit and Marcus' legs were wrapped around my waist, bringing me even deeper inside him. It also allowed us to kiss which we did passionately. He was so cute, tossing his head from side to side as his mewling became louder. His hands that were caressing and gentle suddenly became claws that dug into my back. He dragged them down my skin as I felt his cum hit my stomach and trickle down. As if I wasn't turned on enough. I shot my load inside of him, grunting with each last thrust as climax washed over me and slowly ebbed away. In its place was the warm aftersex glow and I collapsed on the bed next to Marcus, my eyelids already feeling heavy. I was Grumpy Gavin no more.

Marcus snuggled up close to me, trapping me as he entwined his legs with mine.

"I've been waiting forever for that," he mumbled dreamily.

"Waiting for what? Sex or sex with me?" I asked.

Marcus sighed and nuzzled his face deeper into my neck. "Sex with you."

I laughed softly. "I'm glad I could make you happy, Marcus." I was starting to feel rotten that I used another person for my pleasure yet again. At least this time isn't so bad; I made us both happy so it was a win-win situation, right? But how long could I deal with this house arrest? Sure I could fuck Marcus whenever the desire rose, but existing like that day after day? I wasn't so sure.

I wasn't bringing in any revenue, he wasn't sleeping with me so what did Ren need me for? How could he want me when his heart was somewhere else now? I knew he and Mannix had something but now it was crystal clear. So why should Ren ever bother with me again if he had a best friend/business partner/lover waiting with a sexy smile and beautiful eyes? Why wouldn't he just let me go?

I listened to Marcus snore softly and thought. It was the first time I was able to reflect upon this crazy situation of mine and be calm. It came down to changing. Neither Ren nor Mannix was going to change—maybe for each other but certainly not for me. I had changed several times but it was Ren's benefit. I had enough of this house, of his rules and all the demeaning bullshit that came with his "love". I think it was time I changed again but I was pretty sure that Ren wasn't going to like it. But that, I think, was the whole entire point.