|A little snippet for a Challenge.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have.. sinned…” Gavin moaned as he rolled over on his back, his head flopped back on his pillow. He folded his arms behind his head and peered at Jack from under his lashes. “God, that was….”
“Seems to me that you should be saying ’Bless me Father’. Because if that was sinning - I’m all for doing it again.” Jack fluffed his pillow before leaning back against the headboard. He looked down at Gavin and grinned “And I’d feel really Blessed, if we could sin like that again, really soon.”
“You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that.” Gavin gave Jack a grin of his own. “The whole time you were away I thought about nothing but sex, Jack. I was starting to think I was suffering from Satyriasis, or something.”
“Satyriasis?” Jack just had to ask. “What does that mean?”
“It’s the term used to describe someone who’s a male nymphomaniac.”
“Gavin, you ARE a male nymphomaniac.” Jack’s chest rumbled with laughter. “When DON’T you think about sex?”
“I’m serious! I read all about it.” Gavin laughed as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. “I thought about it way more than usual….even for me. I even had a wet dream one night! I’ve not done that since….well, it got so bad, that I felt like I needed to stop by the church for confession, or I was going to end up at Betty Ford or something. It was becoming a problem.”
“You aren’t even Catholic, Gav.” Jack was still laughing.
“So? You’re Catholic.” Gavin shrugged his shoulders, his eyes teasing.. “I figure that makes me Catholic by association. And I know what happens to nice, Catholic boys that do that sort of thing. I’ve read about stuff like that! I thought for sure I was gonna wake up blind one morning.”
“We really need to work on that memory of yours, Gav.” Jack shook his head. “I was only gone for three days, and you’ve already forgotten that I’m the only one you need to confess anything to?”
“Well, I couldn’t forget that! But you weren’t here. I didn’t want you coming home to a blind man, Jack.” Gavin laughed. “That would be tragic!.”
“Missed me, uh?”
“Yeah, I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too.” Jack smiled as he reached over to run his hand through Gavin’s blond waves. “Next time I’m taking you with me. To hell with work. If you’re coming down with this… Satyriasis problem, I better not risk leaving you behind.”
“Yeah, you better not. I’m a man that needs satisfying on a regular basis, Jack. I have all the symptoms. I may have to go looking for that satisfaction somewhere else, if you leave me behind again.” Gavin grinned, confident that Jack knew the thought of looking somewhere else would never cross his mind. “You know, just so I don’t go blind or anything?”
“Not if you know what’s good for you.” Jack growled.
Gavin loved that growl.
“I kind of figured you’d have a problem with that. You don’t much care for that kind of sharing. That’s why I was thinking about sending away for…….a Timmy and Todd.” Gavin chuckled at Jack’s cocked brow. “They’re the Blow-Up Boy Toyz I saw in a magazine yesterday.”
“Blow-up Toys?” Jack snorted, his shoulders shook.
“Yeah, they looked really hot, for guys made of plastic and hot air.”
“It’s no wonder you were having wet dreams. What all were you reading while I was away?” Jack laughed; it felt so good to be home.
He folded his hands behind his head; visions of Gavin with….Timmy and Todd?, playing in his mind. Jack growled just a little-just before bursting out in laughter again. Even though Jack had never had a single doubt in Gavin’s faithfulness, the thought of Gavin with any man other than himself - just didn’t sit well with him.
Apparently not even the plastic, hot-air kind.
“Timmy and Todd, uh?” Jack wiped the tears from his eyes. “Timmy and Todd would both pop, the first time you had them on the kitchen floor, Gav.”
“Jealous, Jack?” Gavin grinned, he loved hearing Jack laugh; just as much as he loved the growl “Todd was the name of the first guy you had the hots for, so I figured you would understand my attraction to .. plastic man Todd .”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Jack said, rubbing his hand over his chin. “He was the brother of the girl I went with in high school.”
“Yeah, Tina the Slut’s older brother.” Gavin licked his lips as he watched Jack rub his hand over the five o’clock stubble on his chin. He loved stubble.
“Her name was Katrina and she wasn’t a slut. She was a nice Catholic girl, and she had….” Jack held his hands out in front of his chest. “…a really big ….chest.”
“And you had sex with her in the backseat of your Da’s car. And…..”
“…Patrick and Daniel couldn’t understand why I preferred playing football with her brother, while she stood on the sidelines practically begging me to take her for a drive.”
“Patrick and Daniel would appreciate …a chest like Tina’s.” Gavin laughed.
“I’m glad you didn’t have sex with Todd, Jack. I’d have to change the name of my plastic, hot-air man if you had.
“You talk about *me* being territorial?” Jack rolled on his side, slid down in the bed, until he was face to face with Gavin and propped his head up with his hand. He loved coming home; being home. “That was years ago.”
“So? You’re mine!. I only like thinking about your having sex with me.” Gavin wiggled his feet under the covers until his feet found Jack’s. “And you’re still worse than I am about it. You’re a Neanderthal, Jack, you can’t fool me. I know just the *thought* of me and my new, plastic, hot-air friends - just about drives you crazy.”
They smiled at each other.
“I’m feeling a really big…Sin.. comin’ on again.”
“Yeah?” Jack tugged Gavin closer and pinned him to the mattress. “Well, I’m home now, so it’s not a problem.”
“Didn’t figure it would be.” Gavin’s hands slid around Jack’s neck.
“And don’t be afraid, Gav…” Jack whispered softly in Gavin’s ear, “…..but we’re both…. about to go...blind,” as he pulled the covers up and over their heads.
Fade to black….. ;)
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