Gravity of Love

I parked across the street from On The Lash and was glad that I didn’t have to worry about anyone recognizing the car. I had just bought it a few days ago with the rest of the money Ren gave me. The club was crowded as usual and since it was a Thursday night I knew that Rick would be working. I had just walked through the door when a strong hand grabbed my arm and yanked me to the side.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.”

I smiled as sweetly as I could at Rick. “I'm not here to cause any trouble; I'm just looking for someone."

"Ren's not here on Thursdays, you know that."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You honestly think I'm here for HIM? I want the guy that's been looking for me lately….y'know, the cute redhead."

Rick let go of my arm and gave me a look of disgust. "That dude? I had thought better for you Gavin, I really did. But that guy? He's not good enough for you."

"I'm the only one who can decide who's good enough," I snapped back angrily. "Has he been in here lately?"

Rick frowned. "Why should I tell you?"

"Because we're buds," I offered hopefully. "I'm asking for your help Rick…..please."

He sighed. "He was here two days ago asking about you and he mentioned something about Freaky Coffin….that's all I can give you Gavin, I'm sorry."

I nodded. "Thanks Rick. I knew you were an alright guy." I leaned forward and gave him a friendly kiss on the lips before running out of there and to the car. At least I knew where he wasn't which made Freaky Coffin the last and final resort. I had no idea where he lived or worked so if he wasn't at Freaky Coffin I would have truly lost him.

I sped the whole way there and came to a screeching halt in front of the dance club. I yanked the keys out of the ignition and ran into Freaky Coffin, bypassing Soren and the line of people waiting to get in. Please. Please let him be here. I scanned the dance floor desperately.

I refused to dance or even get a drink and just wandered around the club. I had no idea what I'd say to Jon but I figured I could worry about that when I found him. I was in hour four of my search and had decided to go home when I heard an all too familiar voice behind me.

"Gavin?"

I turned and saw Jon staring at me as if I had grown five heads. I had expected that kind of reaction from him and it made me smile.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," I teased.

Jon was still frowning at me. "You stand me up, disappear for weeks and then suddenly pop up with jokes?"

Yikes. This was going to be harder than I thought. "It's not because I didn't want to, Jon. My boyfriend had me on house arrest when he walked in on David and I---"

"So he was more than just your friend," Jon interrupted nastily.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't come here to start an argument; I wanted to explain things. Do you have time for a drink?"

"What if I said I was here with someone?" Jon asked instead.

I froze. I hadn't thought about that. Was I naïve enough to believe his life was going to stop just for me? "Then I'll leave you alone," I replied slowly, "I just wanted you know what happened."

Jon chewed on the inside of his mouth, clearly thinking hard about something. He finally sighed. "Fine. Buy us some beer and meet me at one of the back tables, you can tell me what's going on."


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I told Jon everything. From running away when I was a teen to finally being free from Ren. I answered whatever questions he had and nearly two hours later with several beers on both of our tabs we sat in silence. I noticed he was chewing on the inside of his mouth again and found it a cute habit; I wondered if he aware of what he was doing.

"So where does that leave us?" Jon asked carefully.

"I don't know yet," I replied truthfully.

"Yet?" He repeated with a grin.

My hand reached across the table and my fingertips brushed along his. It was a subtle, intimate gesture but the hunger in my eyes screamed what I really wanted.

"Does that mean you're finally ready to go out with me?" He whispered as I felt a hand rest on my knee and slowly creep higher. "You owe me that coffee….and more."

"Let's see how things go," I replied but I was ready to skip the coffee and go to the 'and more' part. Being this close to him was intoxicating and all I could think about was where I wanted his hands to go.

"Then I have the perfect idea," Jon said. "I have plenty of coffee at my house and I can tell you everything about me."

I leaned over and kissed him. It became so passionate that it made my cock throb and we had to pull away to breathe.

"I think I want more than coffee to night," I whispered against his lips.

He grinned. "Fine by me."

Jon paid for both of our tabs and I followed him home in my car. I was expecting him to have an extravagant bachelor pad so when we pulled up to a plain house I was more than surprised. He was actually closer to the richer districts of Trudeau than I was. What the hell did he do for a living?

I followed him inside and was shocked again at how homely his decorating was. Here you had this hot guy with a house taken out of a Hallmark movie. As soon as you walked in you were in the kitchen with a cute island which led you to the living room. There was a hallway that I assumed led to more rooms but I had seen enough and I laughed.

He frowned at me. "It's not as great as your apartment, I'm sure, but don't laugh, man."

"No, no," I said quickly. "This place is better than what I have. I just wasn't expecting something so picket fence, y'know?"

Jon smiled. "I get that a lot. I like my pad to be plain; that's how it is in this part of town anyway. We don't draw attention to ourselves and we live our lives never talking to the neighbors."

"You sound like a serial killer trying to lay low," I said with a soft laugh.

Jon's eyes met mine and his smile was chilling. "I could very well be."

"Yeah," I said slowly. "But you're not…right?"

Jon laughed. "Who wants to be a serial killer? They're boring. How about that coffee?"


I was slightly taken aback by the sudden change of subject but decided it was for the best. Who wanted to talk about serial killers when you were about to have sex? I followed him into the kitchen and sat down at the bar. He quickly moved around the kitchen and got the coffee brewing and then joined me at the bar.

"I guess it's my turn now to spill everything," he said. "I'll leave out the horrifying parts."

His life history turned out to be extremely boring. Jon's life was as normal as it could get: loving parents, pleasant childhood and an ordinary job. He worked as a computer technician on the lower sides of the Glamour Strip and from what he told me, he was pretty good at it too. I couldn't believe it; the high school bully ended up as a computer geek. How cute.

"See?" he said with a wink. "I'm completely harmless."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Please. No one is completely harmless. You have a little dark Jon in inside you just like everyone else."

"Nothing you have to worry about," he said quickly. "I'm no angel, I know that, but I'm not a raving lunatic either. Jeez, Gav….why do you have to find fault in everyone?"

"I'm not trying to---" I began but I was silenced with his lips pressing against mine. I inched closer to him and the kiss deepened as our tongues met. The coffee maker was beeping softly and I pulled away hesitantly. "The coffee's done."

"Mm-hmmm." He nibbled playfully at my lips. "We'll just have a fresh pot for the morning now won't we?"

His hands snaked under my shirt and he pinched at my nipples, making me gasp. I so didn't care about the coffee anymore. I leaned into his hand and fell back into the kiss. Jon moaned into my mouth and we both stood so our bodies could touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands continued to grope my chest. His soft warm lips traveled to my neck and my body began to tremble with need for more. I had to lean against his body for support as his kisses became bites.

"Where's bedroom?" I moaned.

"Follow me," he whispered. He pulled away from me, walked out of the kitchen and down the small hallway. He went into the room on the left and immediately started taking off his clothes. He finished taking off his pants and underwear when he reached the big bed and beaconed me with a crooked finger.

I fell on top of him and attacked his mouth with kisses and straddled his lap. I felt his hard cock through my jeans and started humping him, gyrating down against him in heated circles. He cried out and threw me off him, knocking me on my back and sitting on top of me. Jon pulled my shirt off and held my arms above my head with one hand and quickly unzipped my jeans with the other. He yanked them down off my legs and gently eased them apart. I watched him with lust filled eyes as his head disappeared between my legs and I felt his warm wet tongue lapping between my ass cheeks. I moaned as his tongue delved deeper and I felt the tip probing at my asshole. He pushed my legs up even further and I jumped as I felt his tongue succeed in entering me. It didn't go in very far but the sensation was still amazing. He pulled away and I soon felt fingers replace his tongue, sliding in and out with ease as he prepared me for something much bigger.

I don’t remember anyone paying me this much attention since foreplay wasn't really important with my clients. Jon's mouth engulfed my cock and all other thoughts ceased. I whimpered as his head bobbed up and down slowly, taking his time as he deep throated me again and again.

"J-jon," I stammered, "don't tease…I can't take anymore."

Jon lifted his head and smiled up at me. "The last time we were together was just a quick fuck and we can have that with anyone. This is different. I've wanted you here in my bed for so long, Gavin, and I don't intend of letting you go anytime soon."

I relaxed and let his mouth and hands roam over my body like he was trying to memorize every piece of me. I didn't argue until he pushed me on my side and laid down behind me.

"Um…what are you doing?" I asked carefully, looking at him over my shoulder.

Instead of giving me an answer he grabbed my ass and I felt the tip of his cock pressing to get inside of me. I never had sex in this position before and the very idea excited me. I lifted my hips and eased back until every inch of him was buried within me. He held onto my hips and guided me back as he thrust forward and set a steady rocking pace. Once I was able to rock back and forth on my own Jon's hand eased around me and gripped my cock. I cried out and we lost our rhythm for only a second and every thrust inside of me was a thrust into his warm hand.

Sex was amazingly soft and there were no loud cries or animalistic grunts and groans, only the sounds of the bed squeaking, the wet sound of his cock being pushed into me and our gasps and whimpers. As we neared orgasm our pace quickened and Jon whispered dirty things into my ear as he fucked and stroked me. I felt him come first but he didn't stop thrusting inside of me until I finally shot my load all over his hand.

He pulled away from and I was able to lie on my back. "That was different," I finally said after minutes of silence.

"Different good, I hope?"

I chuckled. "Definitely in a good way. Were you really that eager to have me here?"

Jon eased closer to me, hugging me to him. "You were the source of many fantasies when I was growing up. Kissing you—" His lips brushed along my shoulder. "Touching you—" Jon's hands ran down my stomach. "Fucking you—" His hand traveled down further and played with my semi-hard cock and I jerked. I soon felt a familiar hardness on my leg and Jon began rubbing his cock against me.

I smiled. I had no idea what was starting between us or even how it might end but I liked it. I knew Jon wasn't telling me everything about himself; no one was that perfect but until he felt comfortable enough with me I wouldn't press. I was actually looking forward to waking up next to him in the morning. What the hell was up with that?

"You up for another go?" He whispered into my ear.

"Definitely," I purred. "But this time, I fuck you."

Jon's laughter was warm and genuine. "I wouldn't have it any other way."