As much as he wanted a few cookies himself, Gavin stuck to water for them both. Jace had perched on the edge of the sofa, near the middle, so Gavin sat down next to him, leaving a casual range of six inches between their thighs. Conversation topics fled, so he reached for the first lame thing on his mind.
“So what was lunch?”
Jace blinked at him mid-sip of water, as though he hadn’t understood the question. “Oh, today. Potluck of all the party leftovers. Mom wanted to clean out the fridge.”
“Makes sense. I’ve seen leftovers get pushed to the back of the fridge and forgotten about for weeks. It never ends well.”
“For the food or the container it’s in?”
“Neither. They both end up in the trash can. I can’t eat out of something that once grew mold, no matter how well it’s been cleaned.” He shuddered, which made Jace laugh. Gavin liked that sound, and he vowed to make Jace laugh as often as possible.
“So, what do you do when you aren’t picking up shifts at Dollar Mart?”
Gavin inwardly flinched at the mention of his job. It was a good job. He got a lot of hours and he liked the people he worked with. But a cashier/stock job at a Dollar Mart had to sound lame to a guy going to Temple. “Hang, play Wii. I like to go running too. Not so much in the winter, though.”
“Too cold.”
“Exactly.”
“You know you’ll warm up, right?”
“Gee, really?” Gavin rolled his eyes dramatically, which made Jace grin. “It’s the whole being freezing cold when I start part that bothers me.”
“Wimp. I bet you don’t run in the rain, either, do you?”
Not cool. “Why, do you?”
“Sure. I love to run, even did track in high school.”
“I know.” That sounded slightly creepy. “I mean, you won State for hurdles or something your junior year, didn’t you?”
Jace nodded, his entire face brightening up at the memories. “Yeah. That was really awesome.”
“So you still run?”
“Definitely.”
“Then we’ll have to go running while you’re on break. When do you go back, anyway?”
The joy in Jace’s face fractured, and the shift made Gavin’s stomach sink. “January seventeenth. But I don’t want to talk about school.”
“Okay. What do you want to talk about?”
Jace’s gaze dropped to Gavin’s crotch and a shot of desire heated his blood. Oh hell yes, he liked where this was going. Jace’s hand rested lightly on Gavin’s thigh, fingers brushing the inseam of his jeans. “I never really thanked you for Thanksgiving.”
Gavin swallowed hard. “For spilling cranberry sauce on you?”
“Cranberry relish. No, not that.” Jace put their glasses down on the coffee table and then shifted to face Gavin, each movement slow and deliberate. The intensity blazing in his eyes sent happy signals right to Gavin’s hardening cock. He wanted to push Jace down on the sofa and kiss him stupid. Instead, he waited. Let Jace take the lead again, like before.
“For fixing the shirt I spilled cranberry relish on?”
“No.” Jace slid his right hand behind Gavin’s neck and pulled him down.
Gavin resisted an instant before their lips touched. “For—?”
“Shut up.”
Jace shut him up with his mouth and a hard, attentive kiss that sent Gavin’s cock from semi- to fully hard. Gavin welcomed the tongue thrusting into his mouth, allowing its eager exploration. He reversed the kiss and savored the mint toothpaste taste of Jace’s mouth. Then he let Jace tug him down until they were exactly how Gavin had imagined them a few moments before—Jace flat on his back, his legs around Gavin’s hips, arms around his shoulders, hard cocks grinding together in time to the hide and seek dance of their mouths. Even though Gavin was taller by a good five inches, their bodies folded together perfectly.
He lost himself in kissing Jace. In the scent of his shampoo and slightly spicy cologne. In the way he moaned when Gavin’s mouth explored his throat and dropped kisses light enough to feel but not leave a mark. In the way Jace’s hands slid down his back and tugged his shirt out of the waist of his jeans so he could find bare skin.
Gavin knew perfectly well what Jace was thanking him for, and he really, really wanted to get his mouth back around Jace’s cock. He’d never given anyone their first blowjob before, and he’d actually been a little nervous—probably why he shot his own load before Jace could return the favor. But the look on Jace’s face afterward, eyes sparkling and wickedly sated… Yeah, Gavin wanted to see that again. Repeatedly, if possible.