Tick Tock Part Four - The Mouse Fell Down

Trigger Finger

Gavin gasped as he broke the surface, hot water rolling off his body as he sat up. His nipples hardened as cool air caressed his skin, the hair on his arms slowly rising to trap the heat. He ran a hand over his head, breathing heavily as he looked around for his towel. He knew he'd dropped it by the tub somewhere. Leaning over the side, he found it in a small heap. Once he was out, he crossed to the small sink and brushed his teeth. This was his routine now. He'd bathe and clean up, then Jack would be waiting to tend to his wound and give him breakfast. The wound wasn't exactly healed, but the skin was sealed enough for him to take a proper bath, which was a fucking relief.

Languishing in bed, covered in sweat and filth, only being able to clean with cloths, was the worst. The relief he'd felt upon being allowed his first bath after that was unbelievable. He'd needed more help that time. Jack had joined him, kneeling by the tub and helping him sit up, lie back, and climb in and out. His side still hurt like a bitch, but he could at least bend and twist without risking the stitches now. Feeling clean and content, he watched in the mirror as he brushed his teeth using the same electric toothbrush he used at-

Shaking his head, he rinsed and dried off before checking his stubble. He'd only trimmed it the day before, so it was looking pretty good. With that done, he headed through to the bedroom. Jack was there, as expected, sitting at the breakfast table with a covered plate and a first aid kit. Gavin smiled as he walked over, standing between Jack's legs and bending down to accept the gentle morning kisses like always. Cool hands caressed his hips, fingers teasing the edge of the towel until he worked it loose and let it fall to the floor.

"See anything you like?" Gavin teased, biting his lip as Jack's hands greedily caressed his hips and ass.

"I might see a thing or two." Gavin snorted, shoving his head as Jack grinned and gripped his thighs. They weren't exactly wasting, but they were a little softer than usual. He couldn't workout the way he usually did with the wound in his side. Tightening his core pulled on the stitches, making the wound ache and sting. Doing sit-ups would probably burst the stitches even now. Jack chuckled as he leaned his forehead on his pelvis and nuzzled his softening abs before reaching for the first aid kit. Gavin was patient as he stood between his thighs, wincing occasionally as he disinfected the area. Since the skin was closed, it didn't sting anymore, but it still hurt when it was touched. "There, good boy." Gavin shoved his head again as he finally stepped back to get dressed.

A few days ago, he would have pulled on fresh pyjamas, but since the wound had started healing properly, he felt comfortable enough to wear jeans. The waistband was just a little lower than the stab wound, so he could comfortably sit and move without it rubbing or getting too tight. He could feel Jack watching as he bent over to pull on his pants, blue eyes greedily roving over his bare ass until it was covered. Even after that, he knew they lingered. It was hardly surprising. His ass was his best feature. Gavin smirked over his shoulder as he reached into the closet and grabbed a soft woollen V-neck in his usual navy blue colour. He tried to ignore the fact there wasn't anything else to choose from.

"What are you staring at?"

"The worst stripper I've ever seen." Gavin scoffed as he walked across to the coat stand and grabbed his leather jacket. It had been cleaned up since the stabbing. Not a trace of blood. Just like when Chloe used to-He pushed the thought aside. Jack's words were bothering him. They sounded familiar, like he'd heard them before. That uncanny valley feeling returned, trickling through his insides like melting ice as he thought of the Eden Club. Did Jack and I have a case there once? He sort of remembered. Nothing really noteworthy. If he recalled correctly, they'd been chasing up witnesses for a murder that happened outside. It had been daytime, and the club had been virtually empty. "Put on a show, hoe!" Those words sounded familiar, too.