Self Preservation (4 page)

“I can stop,” Jack said, not wanting to hurt him but hoping he didn't have to stop at the same time. Davis's tight ass felt incredible and he wanted to keep going.

“Don't,” Davis said, clenching his eyes shut as he felt Jack go deeper. His eyes popped open and he exhaled, feeling Jack's pelvis press into his ass. He let out a little laugh, relieved he'd been able to take him all the way in.

“You feel incredible, Davis,” Jack said, placing his hands behind his knees, allowing Davis to let his arms fall to the bed. “We'll go really slowly.”

Davis smiled weakly, feeling like his ass was on fire but more determined than ever to lie back and let Jack do his thing. He could feel his head begin to swim as he relaxed and the wine began to take effect. “I'm fine, Jack.”

Jack began to slide his cock back out slowly, keeping constant watch over Davis's face. Davis winced a couple of times but maintained eye contact as Jack began to slowly work his shaft in and out. Beads of sweat ran down Jack's chest. It took every ounce of stamina he had to keep from getting lost in the ecstasy and letting his control slip. He picked up the rhythm, slowing for a bit when he felt Davis's body tense, then speeding up again. After a while, Davis began to moan and Jack watched with a smile as Davis's cock began to get hard again as he continued pumping his ass.

“Jack,” Davis said, whimpering and thrashing his head back and forth. He balled up wads of the bedding in his hands.

“Do you like that?” Jack asked, going faster, beginning to slap his pelvis into Davis's ass.

“Yes,” Davis said, between gasps. “Fuck yes.”

“You feel so good, baby,” Jack said, allowing his head to fall back and letting out a deep groan. He kept slamming into Davis, losing control as his eyes rolled back into his head. “I'm getting close.”

Davis reached up and took his dick in his hand, jerking himself off. He could feel his balls rise up as Jack pounded into him. Davis screamed, feeling his ass clench around Jack's dick as he shot a thick stream out, hitting himself in the side of the face.

“Oh, fuck, yeah…Davis,” Jack yelled, the head of his cock swelling as he filled the condom inside Davis.

Davis shot out again and again, each time Jack pushed back into him, feeling the warm fluid run over his fingers. Jack pushed all the way in one last time and let go of Davis's legs, which fell to the sides. Jack collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, resting his cheek on Davis's shoulder. Davis wrapped his arms around Jack, hugging him tight.

“I've never…nothing ever,” Davis said between breaths, feeling his ass ache. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Jack said, closing his eyes, laughing out of sheer bliss and happiness. “I could die right now and be perfectly content.”

“Fuck that,” Davis said, with a look of panic. “We have to do that again.”

Jack's eyes popped open as he lifted his head and looked at Davis. “Seriously?”

Davis laughed as his body tingled. He nodded his head as he ran his hand through Jack's damp hair.

“I think I love you,” Jack said with a half smile, leaning down to kiss him again.

* * *

Davis walked into his dorm room and closed the door behind him. A smile spread over his face as he shut his eyes and leaned back against the door. He was still able to feel Jack's hands on his body. He felt his dick twitch and he giggled.

“You whore,” Deseree said, causing Davis's eyes to pop open.

Davis looked at her standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and felt his face turn bright red.

“You dirty, dirty, morning-after-walk-of-shame whore,” she said, smiling from ear to ear. “You totally had sex last night.”

Davis pushed his body off the door and walked into the room, kicking off his shoes. He went over to the minifridge, not making eye contact, and took out a Diet Coke.

“You did!” she squealed. “I thought maybe you just slept over, but you did it.” She started jumping up and down yelling, “Davis did it,” over and over.

Davis opened the soda and started laughing out of nervousness. “Will you shut up?” he asked as he tried to take a drink between laughs. “The entire floor's going to hear you.”

“Oh please, half of them are in class, which is where I should be,” Deseree said, running up to him and shaking him. “Tell me, tell me… I wanna know everything!”

“I am so not discussing this with you.” Davis felt his face flush again. “Why aren't you in class?”

“You most certainly will,” Deseree said, yanking him over between the beds and sitting down on hers as Davis continued to stand, hovering over her. “Like I'd leave… Hello…you didn't come home last night. Nothing short of a fire was going to run me out of this room until you got back.”

Davis looked down at her as she sat patiently waiting for him to spill the beans. “I'm not giving any details.”

Deseree watched Davis flinch a little as he sat on his bed across from her and her eyes widened. He looked up as she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

“What's wrong?” he asked, looking concerned.

“You did up-the-butt on the first date!” Deseree yelled. She fell back onto the bed laughing as she said, “Oh my God,” over and over.

“Will you please stop yelling things?” Davis begged. He took a drink and smiled a little, feeling the dull ache in his backside.

Deseree sat back up on the bed. “Look at you.”

Davis locked eyes with her and stopped smiling.

“You loved it. You loved up-the-butt.”

“I did not,” Davis said, giggling. “I mean,
we
did not.”

“Liar!” she said, putting her finger in his face. “You're getting all splotchy. You could never play poker…although you loved getting poked.”

“If you don't stop talking about poking and butts I'm leaving this room this instant,” Davis warned.

“Okay…sheesh, I'm sorry.” She grabbed his soda and took a drink before looking at the can and handing it back. “Fuck me, I just had Jack's dick in my mouth.”

“You did not,” Davis said, laughing.

“Please tell me you didn't lick his ass,” she said, getting up from her bed and looking around the room as if she needed to find something with which to disinfect her mouth.

“I brushed my teeth,” Davis said, taking another sip.

“You licked his ass!”

“No!” Davis yelled, beginning to laugh nervously..

“Oh thank God,” she said, sitting back down across from him on her bed.

“He did lick mine, though,” Davis said, laughing harder as he watched the eyes bug out of her head.

“Ew!” Deseree said.

“I highly recommend it,” Davis added.

“You probably kissed him after that, didn't you?” she asked, thinking for a moment. “It was really that good?”

“Oh yeah,” Davis said, calming down a bit and blushing again, unable to believe he was talking with her about this.

Deseree put her fingers to her lips, like she was considering the possibility for the first time.

“How do you know so much about gay sex?” Davis asked.

“Like you're my first gay friend,” she said, throwing an arm into the air. “So conceited. That and gay porn.”

“That might have been a helpful visual aid for the virgin in the room,” Davis said.

“There
is
no virgin in this room,” Deseree said, raising an eyebrow as Davis's eyes opened wide. “And it's not like I own any. It probably would have just scared the shit out of you. Honestly, what rock have you been living under, anyway?”

“I don't know.” Davis looked up at her with wide eyes. “You're kinda my first best friend.”

“Aw.” Deseree got up and sat next to him on his bed. She placed an arm around him and added, “That's both very sweet and very sad.”

Davis giggled as he noticed the white rose sitting on the desk in a plastic cup. He got up and walked over to it, leaning down to sniff it.

“Look at that hot little ass,” Deseree said, grinning as Davis turned around. “Jack must have been salivating all over himself.”

“Stop that,” Davis said, scowling. “It wasn't like that.”

“Then what was it like?” Deseree raised her eyebrows.

He smiled a little and stopped. No way in hell was he going to tell her that he'd practically begged. “It was just…not like that.”

“Well, at least you've been broken in,” Deseree said, frowning. “Now you can start whoring around like the rest of us.”

Davis shook his head disapprovingly. “You don't whore around, and I certainly won't be. All I want is Jack.”

“Okay, calm down there,” Deseree said. “You don't just settle down with a guy after one date. You're not a lesbian for crying out loud. Jack's a bit of a player…don't go expecting too much.”

“He told me he didn't want me to fuck other guys.” Davis looked confused.

“Was that before or after he fucked you?” she asked.

“Before,” Davis said. “And he said he thought he loved me.”

“My sweet, trusting little commitment queen,” she said, shaking her head. She pulled her legs up to sit cross-legged on the bed. “Guys will generally say anything they think you wanna hear in order to stick their thing in you.”

“Well, this is different.”

A knock at the door distracted them both.

“I just don't want you to get too attached,” Deseree said as Davis went to the door. “I don't want you to get hurt.”

Davis scowled at her, shaking his head as he opened the door. Deseree's mouth fell open slightly as Davis opened the door and revealed Jack standing in the hall. He had his hands behind his back and a huge smile on his face, showing off his perfect rows of bright white teeth.

“You left something at my room last night,” Jack said in a teasing, sexy voice.

Davis blushed as a few people in the hall, hearing the comment, turned to look.

“I'm sorry,” Davis said, smiling weakly as he felt a charge rush through his entire body. “What did I leave?”

“This,” Jack said as he reached out with his arms, grabbing Davis around the neck and waist. Jack pulled him out of the doorway and into his body. He smiled wickedly as Davis gasped, and they locked eyes. Jack pressed his lips onto Davis's mouth and softly slid his tongue in, kissing Davis deeply and slowly. One of the girls in the hallway let out a squeak and the other one smiled. The guy farther down the hall dropped his laundry basket. Deseree's mouth fell totally open. She craned her body out trying to see better and lost her balance, falling off the bed onto the floor.

“Fuck me,” she said, giggling.

Present day

Deseree convinced Davis to fly into Chicago Tuesday afternoon after explaining that Springfield might not be the most fashion-forward destination with which to pull off her grand make-over scheme. Davis booked a suite at the Belden-Stratford Hotel for himself and Deseree because it was located on the opposite side of Chicago from where Candace lived. They had to be back at the airport before four o'clock on Thursday, which was when Jack still assumed they would be arriving in Chicago. He was nervous about showing up two days early and didn't want to take the chance they might accidently run into Candace or Jack. The last thing he wanted was to be seen before Deseree worked her magic on him. Deseree had already gotten to work making appointments for the following afternoon at a salon as well as a day spa. Her reputation as a designer opened a lot of doors. They had dinner in their room that first night and laid out plans for the following day. True to form, Davis had to have everything planned out. He wanted as much as possible, if not everything, done on Wednesday, leaving Thursday morning open for any last-minute fashion emergency.

Wednesday morning, after a power breakfast, including a few too many mimosas for Davis, they hit the stores. Deseree was, of course, meticulous. At each of the stores and boutiques they entered, she scouted the salesperson she thought would be the most willing to sympathize with Davis's situation and told them the whole story. Humiliated at first, Davis began to understand why she felt the need to do this. Each time, with a knowing look, the sales associate became a willing coconspirator in Davis's battle to win back Jack…another soldier in the Davis Andrews army of true love. Armed with the weapons of color coordination and the skills necessary to hide imperfection and accentuate packaging, they swarmed to Davis. Embarrassed and uncomfortable at first, having strangers yanking clothes on and off his body with no regard for his modesty, he eventually settled into the rhythm, feeling like a life-size boy Barbie. It also didn't hurt his ego when a couple of salesmen flirted with him. He laughed, realizing that it was the first time in quite a while that he'd stood in front of another man in nothing but his underwear. He had to fight like hell to keep from getting aroused when one particularly cute blond guy with a tight, compact little body allowed his hands to linger a little longer than necessary and continually patted his ass. He and Deseree shopped like demons possessed by color and texture. Each time Davis picked something out, Deseree rolled her eyes and snatched the garment from him while giving him a disapproving look.

There were endless debates about the way the clothes hung on his frame, and a ludicrous amount of attention paid to the way everything made his butt look. At Macy's, there were a good six or seven people standing around offering up opinions about his ass, several of whom didn't even work at the store. Everywhere they went, as with a horrible car wreck, people seemed to have to stop and look. All eyes were focused on Davis, and he was truly shocked to realize how much he liked it.

Davis handed his credit cards over to Deseree after extracting a promise from her not to let him know how much they were spending. Still, he was sure that a small third world country could be fed for what he forked over. After leaving the last boutique, they sent all the clothes back to the hotel in the car they had hired for the day while the two of them hit the day spa. Davis had a deep tissue massage by a wet dream named Bruce. There was precious little of Davis's body that Bruce didn't have his very large, well-tanned hands on. After about ten minutes, Davis began to wish he'd massage that precious percentage too. He spent an hour in a chair having a variety of pastes spread over his face, and finally a compact pixie of a girl blew oxygen over his face. They left the spa with enough products to maintain his new glow for several weeks.

At the hair salon, Davis almost fell asleep during the scalp massage. Deseree asked Davis if he thought the stylist, whose name was Guinevere, looked like Fiona Apple. Deseree rolled her eyes when she realized that Davis didn't know about whom she was talking. Guinevere hand brushed some cream into his hair for highlights. It smelled funny and Davis couldn't imagine this was going to end well. After what felt like ages under a heat lamp with foil all over his head, Guinevere finally set about cutting his hair as Deseree threw out comments to her. She ultimately worked some goop into it, flipping it out in different directions. Des took one look at him and squealed with delight.

“You look like a Goo Goo Doll,” she said, clapping her hands. “Toad is going down in flames. The only people on this earth who could resist that face now are six feet under, baby.”

While Davis couldn't believe he was shelling out almost two hundred dollars to look the same way he looked when he rolled out of bed in the morning, and he wasn't entirely sure what a Goo Goo Doll looked like, he assumed by the expression on Deseree's face that it was a good thing.

As they rode back to the hotel in the cab, Davis stared out the window at the concrete and glass scenery passing by. Deseree was going over the list of things they still had to get done that day and talking to herself about which outfits should be worn and when. He closed his eyes, still able to feel the masseur's hands on his body. He wished it had been Jack's hands pressing into his skin.

Davis let out a little giggle as Deseree argued with herself over what he would wear the next day when they met up with Jack. He'd forgotten exactly how much life she brought into his own sedate existence and how lonely he'd been during his senior year with both Deseree and Jack graduated and gone. Between the sexual energy he'd always felt when Jack was around and Deseree's spirited disposition, it was as if someone had turned out all the lights and left him alone in the dark. Sitting beside her in the cab, he realized that it wasn't just Jack who he'd been living without all that time; it was Deseree as well.

Deseree had been the first person who ever looked Davis in the face and told him he was gay. Davis knew what the word meant, he'd heard it before, but for some reason had just never thought,
Hey, you're a big homo
. He had been amazed at the time with how comfortable he had been with it. There was finally a nice, neat little category in which he could place himself, and there was nothing Davis loved more than placing things in nice, neat categories. He'd instantly fallen in love with her at that moment for helping him realize it was okay to be who he was.

When he and Jack got back together, he'd be going back to New York with Jack—getting Deseree back as well. He looked over at her, still talking to herself, and he took her hand. She looked at him, not missing a beat in her tangent, and he smiled. Maybe he had a fairy godmother he didn't know about. It seemed like providence that she had wound up on his doorstep yesterday.