Gavin POV
After we got back to my place, Gus and I undressed Tim and put him in bed; we gave him a couple of glasses of water, and he was starting to look better. He was going to wake up dehydrated, so I made sure there were a couple of bottles of water on his bedside table. I told Gus one of us should stay with him tonight in case he woke up disoriented; he’d been through a lot and needed to feel safe.
Gus just glared at me. I guess he was going to stay with Tim.
I knew he still didn’t trust me, but I’m sure when Tim woke and spoke to him, he would understand more about what happened at the club.
My phone rang after I left Gus and Tim to sleep.
Fuck, Jim Sinclair was ringing. “Hey Jim, how’s Jason?” I asked.
“Not good, mate,” Jim said, his voice tight with stress.
“He’s looking at multiple charges for drug-related offences; possession, administering drugs without consent, amongst others.”
Fuck, part of me was relieved that he was behind bars, finally having to face the consequences of his actions. But that other part of me, that actually felt something for Jason, the part I pretended didn’t exist, felt something closer to sadness.
“What about the club?” I asked. “Is Alex pressing charges?”
“Both Tim and Gus are being encouraged to file statements. Pierre’s already given a detailed account of what he found in Jason’s private room. Alex Cross is cooperating fully with the police. This is serious, Gavin. Jason’s looking at real prison time.”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t understand why Jason had such a fixation on Tim. Why couldn’t he just let things be? I was happy my name was kept out of it. I told Pierre not to let anyone know it was me who told him about the drugs in Jason’s private room.
“What about bail?” I asked.
“That’s where it gets complicated,” Jim said. “The police are also looking into the hit-and-run incident involving Tim. They’ve got new video evidence, Gavin, and it’s pretty damning.”
“He wants to see you,” Jim said. “The police won’t let you see him until tomorrow. Get some sleep and meet me tomorrow at 10am,” he said. “Ok, see you tomorrow,” I told him.
What I felt for Jason wasn’t love, but it was something close. I hated to see him in this situation. Fuck, the man had everything; he could have any man he wanted, except one.
I went to the guest bedroom to check on Tim and Gus. Tim was sleeping, and Gus was sleeping behind him, with a protective arm around his waist.
I slipped into my bed. The events of the evening kept playing in my mind: Jason and I fucking Tim together. That was the one thing I’m not sure Gus would be able to forget.
I kept waking up during the night. My mind was spinning as I lay there in the dark, looking up at the ceiling, my body still feeling the aftereffects of alcohol and sex.
Fuck, my cock was hard again as I remembered Tim’s tight hole around Jason and my cocks, the way he responded despite or maybe because of the drugs that Jason had given him.
Fuck, I thought with disgust, I’m meant to be his friend.
I told myself I was protecting Tim, that I was playing along with Jason, so Tim could see what he was planning, but that wasn’t the whole truth; part of me wanted it too, wanted to fuck Tim again, wanted to feel him stretch alongside Jason’s cock.
I eventually fell asleep; I dreamt of Jason and the night that we’d reconnected again after so long.
We were on Jason’s bed; he was on his knees, head down, his ass on full display; fuck, he looked so good like that. I couldn’t get enough of his ass; I dove in face first, kissing and licking him, running my tongue up and down his crack.
Finally, my tongue was on his hole; he was moaning loudly, stick it in, Gav, come on he was begging. I speared my tongue inside him; fuck, he tasted good. I slipped a finger inside him along with my tongue; he was pushing back on my face, his ass was loving the attention I was giving it. I slowly pushed my cock into him; I was loving every inch of his ass as it swallowed my cock.
Jason started moaning louder; I put my hands on his hips, pulling him into me harder with each thrust. The Jason I was dreaming about was different from the real Jason; he was easier, willing to give up a little control. I wish he was more like this in real life.
“Gavin, yes,” he moaned. “There, that’s the spot, fuck me harder. Yes, yes,” he was moaning.
I was suddenly awake with my sheets twisted around me, covered in sweat; my cock was still hard. I lay in the darkness for a bit longer. I tried to get the image of Jason out of my head; I could still see his body, taste his skin on my tongue; fuck, it was just a dream.
My head was still spinning through what had happened last night, what I had done, fuck I had told Pierre and Alex about the drugs. I had put Jason in prison.
I ran my hand over my face. I looked over at the bedside clock, which read 5:47 AM. I wasn’t going to get any more sleep tonight.
I got out of bed and jumped in the shower; there was no way I was going to get back to sleep after that dream. My cock was still half-hard as I let the steaming water run down my body, the steam getting thicker around me.
I cleared some of the condensation from the glass with my hand, looking in a mirror in the distance.
Fuck I thought. I had told myself so many lies tonight. I was just protecting Tim; I wasn’t enjoying myself with Jason; what I felt for Jason was just sex; so many lies.
Fuck, none of it was true, and I knew it.
Tim POV
Fuck, my body ached; it was like I had run a marathon. My head hurt; my ribs hurt; my ass was so sore, I looked over to the bedside table; just what I needed: paracetamol and water, thank you, Gavin.
Gus was still asleep; I got up to have a piss. On the way back to bed, I smelt coffee.
I followed the aroma to the kitchen where Gavin was sitting sipping a cup.
“Tim,” he said, “are you okay? Should you be up already?” “I need coffee,” I told him. “I’ve had paracetamol and water; now I need a coffee.”
“What are you doing up so early?” I asked him.
He looked at me with a frown.
“I’m not sure how much you remember about last night; you were pretty out of it toward the end.”
“I remember Jason taking us into an observation room, and we started watching a couple of young guys with an older guy,” I told him.
“Then Kai served us cocktails; I got really horny and drunk real fast, too fast. I remember Jason kissing me, but that’s where things get a bit blurry,” I said.
“You’re not going to like it, but Jason spiked Gus and your drinks; I only found out later in the night,” he said.
I kept seeing flashes in my mind of last night: a red mask, feeling free, my body feeling alive, being fucked hard, multiple times.
“I know what we did last night was a lot, and I’m sorry if anything I did, fucking you with Jason, was too much.”
“I remember you telling me he was planning something, and it would probably include you. I felt it was you wearing the red mask; my mind just had trouble putting it all together at the time; it must have been the drugs.”
“I didn’t know he drugged you until after; when he started talking about keeping you compliant and safe, that’s when I knew he had done something that would make you agree.”
“Fuck Gavin. I don’t understand how you let him get under your skin again. You left his company; you were good, and now you’re back under his spell again.”
“I’m not under his spell…, but he does do something to me, Tim,” he said. “I’m not sure what it is, but I crave being with him; it’s not love, it’s not how I feel about you, it’s just different.”
I looked at Gavin; I really wanted to fucking slap some sense into him.
I know he would never intentionally do anything to hurt me, but if he was working for Jason, under his control, that meant Jason could get Gavin to do what he wanted, which didn’t feel safe to me.
“How can I trust you if you’re with him?” I asked him.
He moved up to me and cupped my face in his hands. Tears ran down his face. “Tim, I still love you,” Gavin said softly. “I would never let Jason hurt you. That’s why it was me who told Pierre about the drugs in his Private room; I knew Pierre and Alex would call the police on him. I’m responsible for putting Jason in jail.”
I looked at Gavin. Oh fuck, I didn’t realise the full extent of what happened last night; I was so fucking out of it.
Jason in jail; I let that thought stick for a moment, fuck, I felt such a wave of relief come over me.
I knew it would probably be inappropriate to jump up and down with joy at this point, with Gavin being so close to him, so I stayed quiet.
“Anyway, he asked to see me with Jim, the company lawyer. That’s why I’m already up. I need to leave soon to meet them.”
I nodded slowly, still processing everything. I felt relieved about Jason being in jail, but it was complicated. What I felt for Gavin was conflicting: love, anger, betrayal. I was also thankful; I felt all of these at the same time.
I put my arms around Gavin and held him, “Thank you, Gavin, I whispered in his ear.”
“What time do you have to leave?” I asked, moving to the coffee maker and pouring myself a cup. The warmth of the mug felt grounding in my hands.
“In about an hour,” Gavin said, glancing at his phone. “I need to get changed.”
I had another sip of coffee; the taste was bitter, and my head was still a bit foggy from the night before.
I heard Gus get up in the other room and head to the guest bathroom. I needed to explain to him what happened, or at least what I could recall from last night. I knew Gus wasn’t going to be as easy on Gavin; I wasn’t looking forward to this conversation.
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