I Kissed a Boy [complet]

The screening of the MV

It was almost two in the morning when Gavin got back to the apartment. His body was pulling him nicely and his head was relieved from their argument. Spending time with his friends had done him infinite good. He was a little ashamed to think that he had had a good time while Marc stayed in the apartment ruminating, but on the other hand it was vital for both of them. He had seen the many calls from Marc so it was on tiptoe that he entered the apartment. The TV was on but Marc was sleeping in front of it, slumped on the sofa, the phone on his stomach. Gavin bit his lip between embarrassment and adoration. He looked at this man who was his. In the silence of the night, alone with himself, he could well admit that even if the words had not been said, he lived them totally. This unlikely relationship of theirs was deeper than any other. What united them was devastating from one extreme to the other. Gavin walked over and knelt beside Marc. He caressed her forehead, whispering.

— I'm sorry I was a jerk tonight, my...

Without opening his eyes, Marc smiled.

— Your what ? your love, your heart, your tender?

Gavin chuckled as he kissed his forehead.

— My I don't know what. I can't give you nicknames.

Marc still kept his eyes closed but stretched his face under the kiss.

— Another one...

Gavin kissed his eyelids, nose, finished on his mouth and spoke his lips against his.

— This is not reasonnable. We get up in a few hours.

Marc slid his hand over Gavin's cheek and kissed him softly.

— I'm tired of being reasonable. I want to make love to you.

Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, their eyes finally met. Gavin smiled.

— I want it too. Do you forgive me ?

— If you forgive me too.

They smiled at each other. Marc pulled him in for another kiss. It was soft and tender, as if they were discovering each other again. Little touches of lips, a slight pressure, a warm breath and a curious tongue. They wanted each other but held back. Eventually Gavin got up.

— Go to bed, I'll take a shower and I'm coming.

The manager smiled at him and left the room. Marc followed him with a sigh. He finally got up and walked into the bedroom. He undressed but instead of going to bed, joined Gavin. Marc took the time to admire Gavin in the shower. His skin shimmered in the harsh light and the foam slid over his skin. He adored Gavin's back with the moles, the curve of his spine and that drop in the back where the round buttocks began.

Gavin barely jumped when he felt Marc's arms wrap around him and the singer's body pressed against him. The lips settled on his shoulder despite the foam and moved up his neck and under his ear. Gavin closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

— Mark, I think...

Marc smiled and ran his hands down Gavin's cock, which he caressed without hurrying. He felt it swell between his fingers.

— Shh... just like that.

Gavin arched his back slightly, pressing his ass against Marc's cock, which was also growing. The manager put his hand back on the thigh, then the buttocks of Marc, inviting him to stick more against him. The sex of the singer found its place between the tender lobes and moved in rhythm with his hands. Just the touch of that hot, hard skin between his buttocks excited Gavin, who rocked his hips, back and forth between Marc's clenched fingers. He felt the singer's teeth against his skin and their pinching on his neck made him moan. The enjoyment came too quickly for one as for the other.