by Andria Large
Gunnar chuckles. “Probably a good idea.”
Griffin shudders. “The last thing I want to walk in on, believe me.”
So Griffin leaves Bowen and Gunnar to their own devices. Silence follows. Gunnar stares down at their intertwined fingers and is hit with a revelation. This is it. This is the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with. If he can put up with all the shit they’ve been through in the past couple months and remain by his side, then he knows he’ll stick with him through everything. And he wants him to be the one to do that.
“Bowen?”
“Hmm?” he hums, lifting his gaze to Gunnar’s. He was apparently looking at their hands too.
“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend to you. The way I’ve talked to you and acted like I didn’t care was wrong of me and never should have happened. All that is changing now though. The drinkin’ is done. I’m going to therapy in a couple days, and I promise I’m going to work my fuckin’ hardest to get past this. You deserve better. You mean too much to me to let this continue. I don’t want to lose you.”
Bowen gives him a watery smile. “You’re not going to lose me, Gunnar. I love you too damn much,” he says, shaking his head as if he can’t quite believe it.
Gunnar’s eyebrows crank down and he blinks at him. “How? How can you love me after everything I’ve done and put you through?”
“I know things have been rough. You’ve been strugglin’, that’s not a secret. But we’ve had a lot of good times. I've known you for years. I know this isn't who you are."
Gunnar shakes his head in awe. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Bowen gives him a lopsided grin and shrugs.
“I love you, too, by the way,” Gunnar rasps.
Bowen smiles sweetly and nods. "I know you do."
He removes his glasses and sets them on the coffee table. He then grabs Gunnar’s face and kisses him passionately. Gunnar gives as good as he gets. Their hands are all over each other and Gunnar can’t get enough. Bowen pushes him down onto the couch and covers him with his hard body.
“Baby, I need you,” Gunnar breathes against Bowen’s lips.
Bowen moans and drags his mouth down Gunnar’s neck. “Oh, you’re gonna get me, that’s for sure.”
“Fuck. I love it when you go all alpha on me.”
Bowen chuckles low and it sends a jolt of lust right to his cock. He shoves his T-shirt up over his chest as he slithers his body down Gunnar’s. His mouth finds Gunnar’s nipple, where he flicks his tongue over it before giving it a light bite. Gunnar sucks in a sharp breath at the pleasurable pain that he caused.
Bowen moves to the other one and does the same before licking and sucking his way down his stomach. He nips at Gunnar’s hip, making him squirm and laugh. Bowen takes hold of the waistband of his gym shorts and underwear and slowly lowers them at the same time. Gunnar’s erection springs free to slap against his stomach. Bowen tosses his clothes away while Gunnar tugs his T-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.
Gunnar lets out a strangled cry when Bowen takes his cock in his mouth all the way down to the base. Gunnar tangles his fingers in Bowen’s hair as his head starts to bob. Turning his gaze downward, he watches as his dick disappears between his plump lips. Fuck, that’s hot.
Before Gunnar knows it, he has to shove Bowen’s head away so he doesn’t come down his throat. Bowen pushes up to his knees and shucks his T-shirt. Gunnar growls low at the sight of his naked torso. He’s stunning. Long, lean and toned. Gunnar gets up while Bowen’s extracting himself from his pants and goes to the drawer of the end table to grab the small bottle of lube and condoms that he stashed there just for this kind of occasion.
Bowen sits on the couch and begins stroking his already hard cock. He motions Gunnar over with his head. “Come ride me.”
Hell fucking yes! Gunnar stand between his spread knees and holds out the condom and lube, but Bowen shakes his head.
“Put the condom on me, then prep yourself.”
Shit. Gunnar’s knees almost give out on him. He sets the condom down on the couch cushion next to Bowen’s leg so he can do what he said and prep himself. He’ll get to the condom in a minute. He props one foot up on the couch as he pours lube into his hand. He reaches around to his ass and smoothes the cool liquid over his hole. Bowen’s eyes darken as he watches him, it turns him on even more.
“Fuck yourself,” he rasps.
Gunnar bites out a curse. God, when Bowen talks like that he has to fight back the urge to come right then and there. Slipping two fingers in, he slowly moves them in and out, and also spreads them slightly to help stretch his tight muscles.
Bowen’s jaw bulges and his breathing picks up. He fumbles around for the condom on the couch without taking his eyes off of what Gunnar’s doing. When he finds it, he tears it open and rolls it on. He takes the lube from Gunnar and pours some on his condom covered cock before tossing it to the end of the couch.
“Come here,” he demands.
Gunnar can only moan as he straddles his lap. Bowen holds his cock steady as Gunnar guides himself down onto it. Giving himself a second to adjust, he drops his forehead to Gunnar’s. They’re both already panting heavily. Bowen’s grips his hips tight and forces him into action by pulling him up and bringing him back down. Gunnar cries out as need and ecstasy shoots through his entire body.
Chapter Twenty
FUCKING HELL! Gunnar’s ass is so fucking tight. It’s been a little over a week since they’ve fooled around, so Bowen’s fighting not to blow his load too soon. Gunnar’s forehead is pressed against his, his lips hovering over Bowen’s as he rocks his hips, forcing Bowen’s cock deep as hell inside of him.
They’re both panting heavily and Bowen is holding onto Gunnar’s hips to help him move. Gunnar's cock is trapped between their bodies, but he doesn’t seem to care. Gunnar moans and leans in for a kiss. Bowen brings one hand up to cup the back of his head as he slips his tongue between Gunnar’s parted lips.
“Bowen, I’m not going to last much longer,” he pants.
Bowen shakes his head. “Me neither.”
Gunnar hangs onto his shoulder and doubles his effort in making them both come. Bowen moves his hands to Gunnar’s ass cheeks, forcing him down harder, as he pushes up with his hips. Gunnar lets out a strangled cry and throws his head back. Bowen can feel Gunnar's hole convulse around him as warm jets of cum coat his stomach. Bowen follows Gunnar into oblivion with a shout of his own.
Gunnar collapses on top of him and tucks his face into Bowen’s neck. Bowen wraps his arms around him and holds him to his chest. “That was so fucking good,” Gunnar mumbles.
“Agreed.”
They take their time separating, getting cleaned up, and getting dressed. After they're dressed, Gunnar lies down on the couch and motions for Bowen to join him. Bowen smiles and crawls on top of him, lying on him with his head on his chest. Gunnar grabs the remote from the end table and turns on the TV. Bowen sighs contently. This is exactly where he wants to be.
Griffin calls about half an hour later to let them know that he’s on his way back. Bowen gives him the all clear, which makes him laugh. Gunnar has fallen asleep, so Bowen gets up and goes into the kitchen for a much-needed drink.
As he’s walking back into the living room with a glass of iced tea, Griffin walks in the front door. He gives Bowen a nod hello then glances around, his gaze landing on Gunnar sleeping on the couch. Griffin looks back at Bowen with a bored expression.
“You wore him out, I see.”
Bowen chuckles. “Yes, yes I did.”
Griffin pretends to gag.
“Shut up.” Bowen gives him a playful shove as he passes him.
“I still can’t believe my brother and my best friend are together. It’s so odd to me,” he says, shaking his head in confusion.
“I blame you.” Bowen snickers, sitting on the couch at Gunnar’s feet.
Griffin follows, sitting on the love seat adjacent to him. �
��Me?”
“You’re the one who introduced us. Plus, you forced me to babysit him,” he responds, giving Griffin a pointed look.
“I didn’t force you.” He huffs. “You could have said no.”
“You know damn well that I couldn’t say no.” Bowen laughs.
Griffin chuckles. “Yeah, okay. Did you guys talk at all, or go straight to the fuckin'?”
Bowen rolls his eyes. “We talked first.”
“Are you guys good?”
“Yeah, we are.”
“I’m glad. You’re an amazing man, Bowen. I bet any other guy or girl would have left him by now.”
A blush creeps up Bowen’s cheeks. “Thanks,” he replies bashfully.
“You sure you’re making the right decision? It’s not going to be easy with Gunnar. Even before he lost his memory he was a difficult person for most people to get along with, as you know.”
Bowen nods. “I love him, Griff.”
Griffin blinks at him for a second. “Okay. I'm happy for you then."
“What am I? Chopped liver?” Gunnar mumbles, his eyes still closed.
Griffin and Bowen laugh.
“I’m happy for you, too, Bro,” Griffin amends.
“Thanks. I’m hungry,” Gunnar mutters as he stretches out his body and opens his eyes.
“Yeah. Me, too,” Bowen says.
“Wanna go out for dinner?” Griffin suggests.
“Yeah. I want Mexican food,” Gunnar says.
“Mmm, that does sound good,” Griffin agrees.
“I’m down,” Bowen adds.
“Let me get dressed into something nicer than gym shorts, then we can go,” Gunnar says as he climbs to his feet.
Griffin and Bowen wait while Gunnar runs upstairs to change. He comes back down a few minutes later in jeans and a nice pale pink polo shirt. He looks fucking delicious, and if they weren’t going out, Bowen would fuck him again. Or maybe have Gunnar fuck him.
At the restaurant, the guys sit in a booth with Gunnar and Bowen sitting next to each other while Griffin sits across from them. As they look over the menu, the waiter stops by the table to see if they want something to drink.
“Hey, guys, can I get you something to drink? We have a great list of beers on tap.”
“I’ll have a Sprite, thanks,” Griffin says.
“Griff, you don’t have to not drink because of me,” Gunnar says quietly, leaning over the table slightly.
Bowen’s initial worry that Gunnar might take the waiter up on the offer of beer dissipates immediately when he says that to Griffin.
Griffin waves a dismissive hand. “Shoo.”
Gunnar gives him a dirty look that has Griffin cracking a smile.
“I’ll take an unsweetened iced tea, please,” Bowen says to the waiter.
“Can I get a root beer? Thanks,” Gunnar says.
The waiter smiles and nods as he writes the drinks down. “Great. I’ll give you guys a minute to look over the menu.”
They thank him as he walks away.
“So…uh…Griff, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” Gunnar says, clearing his throat uncomfortably. Gunnar places his hand on Bowen’s thigh under the table, seemingly looking for silent support. Bowen knows where this conversation is going, so he places his hand over Gunnar’s and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
Griffin looks up from the menu and waits with an expectant look on his face.
“I remembered why I didn’t tell you I was bi.”
Griffin blinks. “Oh. Okay. So what was the reason?”
“It’s really stupid, so please don’t get mad.”
Griffin rolls his eyes. “Honestly, G, it doesn’t even matter anymore, so just say it.”
“I was afraid of what my other friends would think. And I was afraid that I'd get treated differently in the Army. It was something I’d kept secret like all the stuff that happened to me as a kid. I locked it up in my vault and it didn’t matter how good of friends we were, I wasn’t going to tell you. If I didn’t lose my memory, you probably still wouldn’t know.”
Griffin presses his lips together and nods. “I guess I didn’t know you as well as I thought I did, huh?”
“I’m really sorry, man. I swear it’s not going to be like that anymore. You know everything that I know.”
Griffin nods. “Okay.”
“We’re good, right? Are you mad?”
“Of course we’re good. I told you, that shit doesn’t matter anymore. I think you losin’ your memory has been a good thing all around, not only for me, but for you too. You’re finally able to be yourself without having to hide behind the wall you put yourself behind.”
Gunnar nods and Bowen can tell that what Griffin just said struck a cord in him. “Yeah, yeah that’s true,” Gunnar croaks.
The waiter comes back with their drinks and takes their food order. The rest of the evening is filled with laughs and good conversation.
Chapter Twenty-One
FINDING OUT where Dawson works was a fairly easy task. Bowen is very persuasive during blow jobs. Gunnar might have literally sucked it out of him. When Bowen realized what happened, he made Gunnar promise not to get arrested. Gunnar assured him that he just wanted to go and have a chat with the guy so he’d understand that Bowen was no longer on the market.
Gunnar pulls into the lot of the car dealership where the shit bag works. Why is he not surprised the guy is a car salesman? Gunnar exits his own car and is met by a young, eager salesman at the door.
“Hi, Sir! Is there something I can help you with today?” The fresh faced, early twenty-something asks.
“Yeah, you can point me in the direction of Dawson Charles.”
The look on the kid’s face is priceless. “Is he in some kind of trouble, Sir?”
Gunnar turns his head and looks at him. “Do you want him to be in trouble?”
He flounders, his mouth opening and closing, not sure of what to say. The kid seems torn on whether or not to tell Gunnar where he is. He must have a bit of a crush or something on the guy. Shame.
“Where is he?” Gunnar asks again, this time giving him a hard look.
“Corner office,” he blurts.
“Thanks, kid. And I’d stay away from him if I were you.” Gunnar calls over his shoulder as he makes his way for the corner office.
Gunnar walks right in the open door and closes it behind him. Dawson, who is on the phone, startles and fumbles it. At the sight of his guest, he tells whoever’s on the line that he’ll call them back and hangs up. He obviously recognizes Gunnar.
“You can’t be in here. You need to leave.”
“Oh, I’ll leave…after you take me for a test drive in one of the Hummers out there.”
“Absolutely not! We have nothing to talk about,” Dawson huffs.
“Oh, not even the fact that you gave my boyfriend a black eye?” Gunnar cocks an eyebrow and moves to stand in front of the desk.
“It was an accident.”
“I don’t give a shit.” Gunnar plants his fist on the desk and leans in toward Dawson, who tries to become one with his chair. "I want to go for a test drive, and you're going to take me, or I'm going to make a scene out on the sales floor."
Dawson gapes at him before reluctantly shoving out of his chair and leading Gunnar out of the office. Gunnar waits while he goes into another office and grabs a set of keys. He tells a passing salesman that's he taking Gunnar on a test drive before heading for the front door. Gunnar follows. Dawson stops at a brand spankin' new, sleek black Hummer.
He hands Gunnar the keys. "Don't fuck it up."
"Sure, Boss. Get in."
Gunnar climbs into the driver's seat while Dawson gets in the passenger side. Gunnar starts the vehicle and pulls out of the parking spot. As soon as he's out of the parking lot, he hits the gas and starts swerving in and out of traffic.
"Jesus Christ!" Dawson cries and braces himself on the dash.
"The way I see it, you fucked wi
th my boyfriend, so I'm gonna fuck with you."
"Do you have any idea how expensive this truck is?!" he squawks.
Gunnar sends him a shit-eating grin. "Yes, I do. Ask if I care."
Gunnar cuts around a slow moving car, almost side swiping another. Horns blare behind them. Gunnar just laughs while Dawson curses at him.
Gunnar makes an illegal U-turn at a light, cutting more cars off, then heads back to the dealership. Dawson looks about ready to shit his pants, so he thinks he got his point across.
“I'm only going to say this once, so listen closely. If you ever come near Bowen again, you’re gonna have more than just a black eye, capisce?”
He parks the Hummer in the spot that he originally vacated.
“Y-yes. Got it.”
“Good.”
Gunnar turns the truck off and gets out. Dawson hastily follows. Gunnar rounds the front of the Hummer and tosses him the keys. “Oh, and stay away from the cute young dude up front, yeah?”
Dawson nods vigorously. “Yeah, sure.”
“Okay. Hope to never see you again.”
“Same here,” Dawson mutters.
Gunnar gives him a cocky grin before walking to his car. He leaves the dealership and heads right to the office where he’s having his first therapy session. He’s kinda nervous. Not sure what to expect. He waits in the lobby, knee bouncing, as he picks at his nails. Shit. Maybe he should leave. No! He’s doing this for Bowen and Griffin…and himself. He needs to get better. He quit drinking cold turkey and it sure as shit hasn’t been easy. He may not be a full-fledged alcoholic yet, but he was well on his way.
Thank God, Griffin is staying with him because he would have gone out so many times to get liquor. It’s mostly at night when he wants it. That’s when it's quiet and his mind is most active. Griffin let him go out today on his own because Eva is sick and he wanted to go take care of her. Gunnar of course swore on his life that he would be good, and he will damn well live up to his promise.
“Mr. Erikson?”
Gunnar’s head shoots up. A nice looking older lady is standing at the entrance to the hallway leading to all the rooms. She smiles warmly and waves him over. Gunnar stands and goes to meet her. They shake hands.
