Inside the Fire

“Mmmmm….” Gavin sighed, stretching across the bed and yawning. I felt so blissful right then that all I could do was close my eyes and lay there with a dopey smile plastered on my face. Gavin and I had spent the whole last day of our two weeks together finding places around the house where our lust would suddenly get the better of us, winding up with us fooling around wherever we had been standing. We had made love twice, fucked four times, and had endless occasions full of kisses and wandering hands and lips.The most recent place where we gave in to our horniness had been in my parents’ bedroom while I was showing him some baby pictures. The album was still lying on the floor, splayed out, pictures coming loose, but I was too exhausted to care. I looked at Gavin from under my heavy lids, and I could tell he was also entirely beat. His face was relaxed with a hint of a smile lingering, every now and then pulling into a wider grin. A bittersweet, ticklish feeling crept into me as I watched him.
I reached over and pulled him into my arms, smelling his hair and sweat. He lay a hand on my stomach and I felt him already starting to fall asleep, slumping more freely into my arms. y ony on my back, Gavin’s head resting on my chest. I ran my hands lovingly up aown own his arms, choking up a little when I looked down at him to make sure he was really here with me.

When I woke, Gavin was sitting on the bed, pulling on his shirt. I stared at the strong, firm muscles in his back, the line of his spine creeping down to his smooth buttocks, momentarily covered by his boxers. I shifted on the bed and he turned to look at me. He didn’t say anything, he just watched me while I watched him.I took his hand in mine, smiling and stroking his hand with my thumb. I smiled.
“Geuss what?” he asked.
“What?” I muttered lazily, yawning and stretching. He let go of my hand and stood.
“I gotta go.” Gavin bent and pulled on his pants.
“Why?” I burst out.
“I haven’t been home in a week.”
“So?” I argued.
“I’m not saying my parents mind, but I am running out of clean clothes to weand hnd have almost gone through all of yours.” He answered, standing by the side of the bed, looking down at me, skimming my naked form.
“So don’t wear any clothes.” I shrugged, grinning mischeiviously. Gavin smiled, not in agreement, more just to say he got he joke. “Hell, we only wear clothes, like, 10% of the time anyway. “ I continued.
“Exactly!” Gavin urged on. “I start to put clothes on, then you come over and jump me, getting them all dirty.” He smiled and crossed his arms, having proven his point.
“Me, jump you. Yeah right, you’re the little horn dog, not me.” I laughed and rolled onto my knees, sitting on the side of the bed. “Come on,” I begged, grabbing his arms, pulling them free from his sides and pulling him closer to me. “Please stay.” I slid a hand down his tee, then back up, taking the fabric with me. I kissed his trail of fuzz down to the edge of his pants.
“…uuuuh….”Gavin sighed and stroked my hair. I slowly began unbuttoning his pants, licking his skin and pressing hands slightly on the growing hardness in his jeans. His hands tangled themselves in mir, ir, and without warning he grabbed my head firmly and pulled me away from his body. He growled slightly and pushed me back onto the sheets. “See what I mean?” He shouted. I laughed and he lay down over me, his slightly-hard penis pressing into my hip. My dick was already pulsing and straining, the pressure of his weight on me enticing me further. He kissed my neck and chest, hands still holding down my head. He stopped to stoop down on his knees, placing his palms on my legs. I looked down at him. He grasped my shaft in his warm palm and began stroking furiously. I bucked and whined and pushed into his fist, Gavin smiling at my agony. He stopped and took the head of my cock into his mouth, sucking and licking. I cried out,
“God! Oh, Jesus…Gavin….please, I need to…com-“
“You don’t come until I say you come.” He replied after removing his lips. “Got it?”
“No, please, just let me…”I whined.
“I’m not gonna go any further until you agree. Okay? Say, ‘I come when Gavin says I come.’ “ He growled, his sweaty palm still holding my pulsing, hot dick.
“I come when Gavin says I come.” I repeated.
“Good.” He placed the head back into his mouth and sucked until I was practically screaming in my need to release. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded vigorously. “Okay, here we go.” Gavin opened his mouth wider and took my whole straining erection into his mouth, deep-throating it. He sucked up my shaft, slowly. I felt my orgasm approaching as he reached the head. His tongue deeply massaged the sensitive skin of my head and I jerked and came.
“Aaaaah, yes! Yes, oh, Gavin, fuck!…so good…” I muttered and moaned as the aftershocks died away.
After polishing my dick clean, Gavin stood and ran his fingers through my hair. Without a word, he turned and left the room. I was still panting, lying on the bed when I heard the front door shut as he left.