I Kissed a Boy [complet]

Confessions

Gavin freed himself from Marc's grip once in the hall and readjusted his laptop bag.

— You could have let me say goodbye anyway! what got into you?

He followed him all the same to the parking lot. Night had fallen and so was the wind. On the other hand, the cold was biting. The ground was freezing and that did not encourage discussion. Marc quickly unlocked his car and invited him to get in.

— Anyway, I had to avoid looking for something to eat.

He got behind the wheel and started the engine to turn on the heating.

— I'd rather drop you off than know you're out in this weather in the middle of the night.

Gavin groaned as he strapped in and rubbed his hands together for warmth.

— I lived 24 years without you, I can still live with you.

Marc gave him a long look, his face serious before starting the car. Quickly a soft warmth spread in the passenger compartment. The radio was muted but neither of them spoke. It took about fifteen minutes to reach the district on the heights. At a red light, Marc opened his mouth.

— It's nice... to have thought of us for the festival.

Gavin shrugged.

— It's the opportunity that makes the thief, as they say. Peter had a problem, I knew a group and that's it.

— Do you have a lot of contact in the music?

Gavin smiled at him under the passing streetlights.

— Not enough yet. I try to develop my network as much as possible but I am only a beginner. Peter is my biggest contact. We've known each other since I started at the newspaper.

Silence fell again. Gavin watched shadow and light pass over Marc's face. His first impression at the bar came back to him. Marc was handsome in the mature sense. His expressive dark brown eyes stood out against his pale skin, high cheekbones and thin lips and what about that jawline that made the face look so masculine? Gavin swallowed hard when he remembered the infinitely long fingers and the wide palm caressing his back and the feel of the thumb and forefinger presenting his ear when he had kissed him. His throat went dry. He turned his head to look through the window but his heart was racing. Marc concentrates on the road, both hands on the wheel. Gavin's scent tickled his nostrils and more than once he finds himself breathing deeply. His whole body was in turmoil.

A handful of endless minutes later, the car slips between two others to park. Marc had just enough time to turn off the engine, to open his mouth with a " goodbye" on the tip of his lips when they were furiously stormed. Gavin had barely taken the time to unbuckle his seatbelt when he crashed into Marc's overly tempting mouth. The shock of the first half-second passed, Marc hastened to return the bite to Gavin. Again the kiss was rude and impatient. A few grunts escaped them as they tried to find a better position. The horn sounded several times during their movements. Gavin ended up on Marc's lap, wedged between the chest and the steering wheel. Marc groped to push back the seat as long as possible with one hand while the other grabbed the thigh, then the buttocks of Gavin who pressed his pelvis against his. Marc sucked Gavin's full lips again and again. Their tongue tasted, mixing their shortness of breath and their saliva. Gavin's hands had dislodged the cap and dug into the thick hair. Their excessive clothing frustrated them, the position was uncomfortable, and they missed the air. They finally parted ways, but barely. Front to front, nose to nose, they breathed the same superheated air. Their eyes were closed in an attempt to channel the deluge of sensation they experienced. Marc's hand rested on Gavin's cheek, fingers behind his ear, thumb stroking his cheek. His eyes were blurry with desire and his voice hoarse.