Gravity of Love

Back again! Sorry for such the incredible long update but life happened and writing just wasn't in the agenda. I'm going to try and get back on the writing train and have more for you. No matter what this is one story I can never leave alone for along. ^__^ Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.


"Not fair, Gavin...you know I have work this morning! Don't do that!!"

Jon struggled to slip away from me but I was much quicker and I locked my legs around his and grabbed his cock tightly in my hand. He yelped and went still on the bed, breathless from our wrestling match. He whimpered as I began stroking him slowly and even though he was trying to resist me I could tell he was slowly succumbing to the pleasure.

"Now be a good boy," I whispered softly to him and stroked him faster.

"Why do you always want to play this game when I have work," he muttered.

"Because it's more fun for me this way," I told him. And it was true. The playful wrestling that turned into sex was one of our favorite past times for the past month but it was much more satisfying when I had to coax him into it. I knew a part of him liked me seducing him to the point where he didn't care if he was late to work not as long as I finished whatever I had started doing to his body. Or on the really good mornings, whatever he was doing to mine. I hardly made him late since Jon was one of those early bird types and arrived early for just about everything. I honestly didn't remember when we first started playing this game but it was the only reason why I liked to wake up early in the mornings.

"Gavin, you dirty bastard!" he yelled.

I squeezed the head of his cock and his body spasmed on the bed. I grinned and lowered my body to suck at his lips. "Tell me you don't like it and I'll never do it again."

Jon slowly rolled our bodies over and he settled on top of me. "I'll never tell you that but you do realize that I plan to have my revenge." His soft lips brushed along my neck and I felt his teeth begin to nibble playfully.

I moaned softly. "I can hardly wait." Jon bit me harder and I was soon mewling as the sharp darts of pain traveled through every nerve of my body. He grabbed my arms by the wrists and pinned them above my head as he ravaged my neck. The rougher our foreplay got the more excited we became until I had my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock was probing at my ass.

"You're really gonna be late for work," I panted. The last sensible part of me wasn't swept away by lust yet so I had to give him one last out.

"I'm not stopping," Jon mumbled and, with a force that made me cry out, he rammed his cock inside me. Sex was always like this between us: hot and heavy with no holding back. It got out of hand sometimes and it wouldn't get softer until one of us realized the other was bleeding . Not to mention waking up with such aches and pains that it left the question whether we fucked or raped each other. Sex that used to make me cringe was the same that I looked forward to night after night. Jon was definitely a bad influence on me.

I had been teasing him half the morning so he didn't last much longer and I felt his hot seed fill me up. He didn't stop thrusting and my cock brushed along his smooth stomach again and again until I reached my climax with a strangled cry.

He collapsed on top of me and breathed into my ear. "You're the best reason to be late for work."

I smiled. "So glad to hear it."

Jon rolled off of me and slipped of the bed. "I'll be lucky to have a job by the end of the month."

I watched him as he gathered his clothes for work and headed for the bathroom. "You're hardly ever late. Besides, you won't be able to see me tonight since I have a late set at the club."

Jon stuck his head out of the bathroom door and frowned at me. "So who will I have sex with?"

I sat up and got off the bed.. "I don't know. Your hand maybe?"

He smiled. "Your ass is much better." He disappeared back into the bathroom and I heard running water. Sex in the shower would have been great but I decided to finally leave him alone and allow him to get ready for work. I slipped on the pair of jeans I wore last night, figuring it would be best if I just washed up at home.

Jon was just stepping out of the shower when I entered the bathroom and I handed him a towel from the stack behind me. He wrapped it around his waist and looked me up and down, noting that I was dressed.

"You're leaving already?"

I nodded. "I still have to get cleaned up and grab a nap before my set tonight."

"Call me if you can make it out. I'll be at Nitrogen tonight."

We shared a passionate kiss before I finally stepped out of his house and slipped into my car. I promised him I would call if I could meet him tonight, but in the back of my mind I knew I probably wouldn't be able to. When I work double sets at night the last thing I wanted to do was go back out and dance more. Jon would survive my absence: it was never said but it was understood that we were far from exclusive. I knew while I'd be at home sleeping Jon would still be having fun in-between the sheets until the wee hours of the morning. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me but why ruin the good thing Jon and I had with a bit of jealousy?

Both of us were careful to steer clear of the word relationship since neither one really wanted the hassle that came with it. Jon had mentioned briefly that he had been in an ongoing serious relationship but it ended after four years. He refused to go into details and the only thing he'd tell me was that they had too many differences. Even though I was extremely curious I didn't have the right to pry so I left it alone.

I didn't know the guy's name but by sheer chance I was able to see what he looked like. Jon was showing me pictures of his family one night and in the back of the photo album was a picture of Jon with his arms around another man. Both of them were smiling and by the embrace it was obvious that they weren't just friends. When I had inquired about it Jon quickly stuffed the picture away in his pocket and said he didn't want to talk about it. I knew then that the jovial man with blue eyes and brown hair was the person that once had all of Jon's heart and I hated him for it.

God, why am i thinking about things like that now? It didn't matter.....it didn't matter...it didn't matter. So why the hell couldn't I stop thinking about it? To drive it out of my mind I thought of work and beating the hell out of Eliot if he caused me any trouble tonight. It helped and I was able to survive the rest of my drive to the club without Jon or his ex-boyfriend sneaking into my thoughts.

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I didn't step out of Dark Paradise until around 1 o'clock in the morning. My body ached from all the dancing I had done and I had already downed several cups of coffee to stay up long enough to get home. My paycheck was going to be wonderful next week but the only thing I regretted was that I knew I wouldn't be able to met Jon tonight. I might have been able to push myself and go out to the club anyway but by this time Jon would have already had his fill of dancing and gone home. Not to mention he wouldn't be alone. I thought of him already in-between the sheets with some other guy and gritted my teeth with annoyance. I shook off the irrational emotion; just because I couldn't have any fun tonight didn't mean he should be the same.

When I finally made it home I was ready to collapse into bed and slip away from the world until the afternoon. I threw off my clothes, took a quick shower and was just walking towards the bedroom when I heard a faint knocking at the door. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Two am? Who the fuck goes visiting at two in the morning? Jon maybe? No, even he's not that strange....at least I hope he wasn't.

I walked to the door but then froze a few feet away as a chilling thought ran down my spine. Ren? His name ran through my mind and emotions I thought I had forgotten built up inside me until I was shivering. Did he finally decide to change his mind and recollect me?

"Go away!" I yelled to the persistent knocking. I didn't care who it was, friend or foe, all I knew was the fear and I fucking hated it.

The knocking stopped and instead there was a soft voice on the other side. I had to creep closer to the door to understand what the person was saying.

"It's not Ren, don't worry," the voice said.

That voice....it sounded so familiar. Like something from a dream that eluded you the more you try to remember it.

"I'm not going to hurt you Gavin," the man continued, "you should know that. Open up...please?"

That last sentence opened up a wall of memories that I would have rather forgotten. My heart began to pound in my chest but I still reached for the door knob and opened the door slightly.

I whispered a name I hadn't uttered for months. "David?"

Blue laughing eyes looked me up and down and a bubbly laugh reached my ears. "No, it's the Easter Bunny, nutball."

It seemed so long ago when he had said the exact same thing to me. It was funny then and had lightened the mood but right now it was downright creepy. Stay calm. Don't pass out. Stay calm. Don't scream.

"No motherfucking way!" I yelled and scrambled away from the door. So much for calm, huh? I knew what was happening: I was dreaming and my mind conjured up David for some reason. I was snug in my bed right now....

"Are you going to keep me out here all night?" The ghost asked me.

"You're dead!" was my crazed response. I sank to the floor and started hitting myself in the head. "Dead. Wake up, Gavin. Fucking wake up!"

The hallucination looked at me with worried eyes. "Hush, will you? You want everyone to hear us? I can explain everything, Gavin...just invite me in."

I stopped the self-abuse temporarily and stared at the figure in the doorway. His golden blond hair was shorter than I remembered and he wore a simple silk shirt with what appeared to be leather pants. This couldn't be David but yet here he stood, looking at me with such concern and sadness I wanted to do anything he said.

I slowly felt my sanity slip away from me and I began pulling at my hair, spouting out my words quickly in a hushed tone. "If I'm dreaming why do you look different? Why does this feel so real? What the hell is happening to me?"

"Gavin," he whispered, "invite me in. Please...just invite me in."

I looked up at him confused. "W-what? What do mean?"

He looked around nervously. "I...it'll take some time to explain. Damn it Gavin, I can't come in otherwise!"

His implication suddenly hit me and it was like someone dumped me in a tub full of ice. For a second it was like the entire world was being pulled away from me and I had to concentrate just to keep breathing. I stared at him and started to notice that his skin was oh so pale, and he stood ever so still….forever still. Holy shit on a stick.

I got to my feet and moved further away from the door and away from him.

Away from it.


David noticed the movement and reached out but stopped. "Please, Gavin, don't walk away. I can't stop thinking about you....all I've wanted these past months is to hear your voice again....to feel you."

"You've got forever," I snapped without thinking, "think about me until you rot."

David let out a soft gasp and cringed as if hit. "Don't. Don't do this. I'd rather have death than your rejection."

I was about to voice a nasty retort about how could the dead commit suicide, but decided on staying silent.

"I-I didn't want this," David said through clenched teeth. "I remember Mannix's hands around my throat as I begged for him to just kill me and then I woke up in Selene's mansion in bed with a woman I didn't know."

What kind of state had David fallen into that he had actually wanted death by Mannix's hands? What was more surprising was that, for all of Mannix's bravado, he couldn't go through David's death. Selene was always fond of David so I knew she would have jumped at the chance to get her undead hands on him. I felt a bit sorry for him, but only a bit. If what he said was true he didn't have a choice in what he had become.

He stood there watching me carefully with fearful eyes., I stared back at him, then finally turned away and went further into the apartment and sat down on the nearby couch. David went on his knees, hands gripping either side of the door.

“Gavin…”

I held my head down, hiding my face in my hands and my cheeks became wet with crystal tears.

“Come in,” I whispered and I instantly felt a slight breeze make its way through the room. Moments later I heard the door close and I felt surprisingly warm hands grab my shoulders.

"I was afraid you were going to turn me away," he said softly.

"Maybe I should," I replied but all of my venom from earlier was gone. I had just gone through the most emotional scare of my life and now I was completely drained.

"Why did you wait so long?" I asked.

David sat down on the floor, curling almost unnaturally around my leg. "I wasn't supposed to. Selene said that I had to cut myself off from past associations, especially romantic ones. I had to sneak away the first time to see you dancing at that club and got into lots of trouble because of it. This time a friend helped me slip away undetected."

It was quiet between us for quite some time and I continued to sink further into my own mind until I felt his fingers go through my hair. I stiffened and, sensing my sudden discomfort, he quickly withdrew his hand.

His voice was strained as he asked me carefully. "Do you hate me that much?"

I shook my head and looked into his eyes. "You know what I hate."

"If I could change it, I could," he offered sadly. "But you know it's still me...that won't change." He grabbed my face in his hands and I instinctively tried to pull away but he didn't let me. "It's still me!" He spoke in a soft tone the same way you would to calm a child. The harder I fought against his grip the tighter he held onto me and I didn't stop fighting him until I suddenly felt warm lips pressed against mine.

His tongue wandered into my mouth and I couldn't bring myself to respond. Why was I holding back? I had fantasized about moments like this--David suddenly appearing and life would carry on like nothing bad happened to either one of us. I could close my eyes and imagine it was the old David kissing me, I could imagine he was still human, I could.....

The kiss deepened and I had no idea what the fuck I wanted. Part of me wanted him to stop but the other half was wondering why our clothes were still on. I sat still as David kissed down my neck and to my chest, unable to push him away or respond.

As I fought with myself David eased me down on my back and I slowly became more numb. What the fuck was I going to do?

That's it for right now. Taking a different route to the story, hope you like it!