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***Alexei's POV***

By the time we finally stop moving, I think we should have gone by the cafeteria. If I would have known we were going on a god damned pilgrimage, I would have opted to pack a lunch. I feel slightly annoyed while still following behind Sebastian's nurse like a lost puppy.

"Through here." Gavin turns around and flashes a brilliant smile, outlined by his plump red lips. I swear that he wears make-up. There is no way his lips look that inviting naturally. They remind me of Bing cherries as they glisten beneath the light.

I follow Gavin, outside. The sun hits me hard, giving me a moment of blindness. However, the view is absolutely serene. Atop the roof of this morbid building, we stand in the midst of a sitting area. We are surrounded by nothing and everything all at once. Greenery drips from the white trellis structures that are placed at each corner of the square sitting area. Flowers are growing in between the leaves with white petals that crown the eye of a vibrant green pistil. These plants are by far some of the most angelic flowers I have ever encountered.

The table sits on top of what looks like marble but, it appears to be some sort of Italian Travertine tile. I am a little shocked that somebody, or maybe a few somebodies took the time to carve out this beautiful little niche. More importantly, I am wondering who carried all this heavy decor up here to begin with.

"Come. Come. Sit, please." Gavin takes a seat on the bench before patting the seat across from him. I can't help but feel a little disappointed that I am not invited to sit beside him.

Agreeing silently, with a slight tinge of adolescent rejection, I take the seat.

"Why are we up here?" I question after a moment of silence.

"Shhhh. Take it in." Gavin closes his eyes while tilting his head back to allow the sunlight to dance across his olive skin. I swear his eyelashes seem to have tiny beads of water hanging off of them as the prism of light gives his face the most precious and ethereal glow. The sun rays reflect from his dark brown hair, giving each individual strand a sun kissed highlight that makes it appear much lighter than it was before.

A moment passes before I bother to listen to his instruction. This guy doesn't own me. I am my own man. Once enough time passes, I feel like I have reestablished enough of my manhood to follow Gavin's lead. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. The warm sun brushes against my skin allowing a soothing feeling of serenity to wash over me.

A soft hum leaves my lips as I feel a little closer to being myself. I guess no one really realizes the toll that anxiety takes on our bodies until we are in a place where anxiety can't possibly exist.

"Gavin Austin Lincoln, 20, born in The Hamptons. My parent's names are Eloise Rensea Lincoln and Joshua Austin Lincoln. I am currently at the end of my clinicals and graduate this year as an RN." Gavin starts listing his credentials as if this is an interview. I let out a slight chuckle while filing all the information away for the future. I have a feeling I will need it.

"Very nice." I feign modest interest. Believe me, I am putting on a show. I honestly would like one of those Medcorders, so that I don't forget a single syllable.

"You're turn." Gavin claps his hands together, causing me to shake my head. I'm not offering myself up on a silver platter. He is going to have to earn this.

"I went. You go." Gavin urges me to follow along with this little game.

I will. I just feel like making him squirm. Preferably, on my lap. Naked.

"Not happening." I lie as nonchalant as possible.

"You're no fun." Gavin stands up, stomping his left foot as he shows his disapproval.

"Not true. Convince me." I smile a bit before letting go of a shrug. I want to. I just need to let this guy know that he has to barter.

Gavin saunters, and I mean saunters, a woman couldn't have done it any better, over to me before sliding into my lap. I give a sigh of approval. Gavin picks my hands up and wraps them around his waist. I want to hold his tiny frame in my arms, forever. But that would be too easy.

"Seductor." I whisper as I drop my arms to my side. He can sit there. I want him to. But I'm not going to just show all my cards. I am not going to sling out the affection like candy at a parade. I prefer to drag this little nurse into my lair before I devour him like my meal.

"Fine." Gavin states confidently. I glare at the side of his head as he nuzzles the warms strands of his sun-kissed hair against my jaw. I like it. He reminds me of a furry puppy.

I wait a few moments to see if this is the hill we will die on. Deciding that I am ready to play along, I shift Gavin a little so he curls into me as he wages how far I will let him fall. The little gasp that leaves his body is very satisfying to me. I reposition my leg, so his plump little ass doesn't hit that hard tile. The only bruises this man will ever see are ones that I selectively place with my teeth.

"Alexei Carson." I start.

"And." Gavin drags out the word as if the emphasis would break my inability to open up.

"You're being impatient." I laugh into his hair.

"Sorry." The soft apology does everything to my heart. I decide to be a bit more forth coming.

"My middle name is Edgar. Don't laugh. I don't like it, so we will pretend I don't have one." I roll my eyes as I feel Gavin's body shaking heartily in my lap. That is why I don't like it. Who the fuck names their infant Edgar? It's obscene.

"Alexei Edgar Carson." The way he rolls my middle name off of his tongue makes me throb in my lap. Jesus, hell.

"Latino?" I ask gently. I would know that rolling "r" anywhere.

"My mom is Brazillian. My father is from the states." Gavin answers my question.

"My Mother, Hannah is from Northern Ireland. My father, Viktor, is Russian" I admit.

"Are they together?" Gavin pops his head up from beneath my chin to ask.

"Yes, Sir. 34 years strong." I proudly proclaim.

"Mine too. Sorry, I'm nosey." Gavin shrugs but chooses to stay seated in my lap while the conversation continues. I slide my hand over his knee because the position puts him in danger of saying happy birthday to the floor.

"I am obviously the manager for The Sebatian Royals." I continue. I know he has a little hard on for my best friend.

"Single." Gavin asks inquisitively.

"Very. And, you." I ask couriously.

"No." Gavin answers matter-of-factly.

I feel a pain like sharp nails in my stomach. This is unfortunate considering the flirting angel has his bubble butt resting at the crown of my dick.

"Player?" I ask. I mean, it's a good assumption. He's in my fucking cock space for god's sake.

Gavin giggles as he throws his head towards my chest. He's cute. But I don't share. This is as far as this will ever go. That thought makes me feel displeasure with God. He has a bad sense of humor.

"I am single. I just wanted to see what you would do." Gavin looks at me with his innocent doe eyes. I can assure you, he is less than innocent.

"It was rude." I shrug off my joke. It was. But I'm not that mad.

"It's called a joke, big guy. Ease up." Gavin pinches my pectoral muscle between his petite fingers. I barely feel it. He doesn't pack much of a physical punch.

"I can take a joke. Either way, what are your plans for the future?" I ask with a little more skepticism. I can't trust what the sexy little kitten will say. Apparently, he's full of jokes.

"Headed back home after this. Get a job. Reunite with the squad. You know, all that jazz." Gavin looks deeply into my eyes. I feel like there was just a shift in the atmosphere. I don't miss it.

"Does that make you sad?" I ask with earnestness.

"Not exactly." Gavin sighs before opening his pretty mouth once again. "I just know I am going to miss all of the people I have met. Steph is like my new best gf. Sebastian is so sweet. Mrs. Angela is an angel. I'm going to miss everyone."

Gavin curls back into me. He clutches my shirt tightly as he hides in my large biceps.

"Everyone?" I ask inventively.

"Yep." Gavin pops that sassy little "p".

"Interesting." I whisper. I wonder if I am on that list. I don't really know him, nor does he know me. However, I can feel a connection.

"Alexei?" Gavin looks up at me suddenly.

As I open my mouth to answer, I feel his hands cup my jaw. His face inches closer to mine and he softly parts my lips with his warm tongue. As if I were a teenager and not a grown ass man, on top of a hospital, I drag my fingers through his hair, pressing them into his scalp as I go. I pull him back only to see him with the most absurd look on his face. He looks rejected.

Deciding that I may not have made the best next first move, I yank his face towards mine, growling as my lips meet his. Gavin turns to straddle in my lap. His knees squeeze my thighs as he lifts up so that he is an inch or so taller. He rakes his fingers down my jaw as he accepts the fire filled kiss. I feel all sorts of wound up. I try to keep one hand steady on his face as the other hand splays wide to make its way down to the small of his back. I feel an intense surge of pleasure as he gives me everything I want while I take what I need. We gently plunder one another's mouths as our heart beats pound between our pressed chests. I feel an ungodly lack of self-control, pressing my chest closer to his while making sure he doesn't knock himself to the floor with his erratic movements. I think if I were a cave, he would be trying to crawl inside of me.

We continue making out, for lack of a better term, for longer than I think we should. However, I don't stop. As long as he is willing to bless me with his sweet kiss, I am going to drink it in. I move my hands, finding ways to help him melt his body into mine as well. I find my thumb inching its way to his waist band. I don't breach the barrier but the feeling of his velvet flesh against my rough hands, creates a whole new wave of hysteria. Gavin pants as he pulls his lips away from mine. I take the opportunity to lay open mouth kisses down his neck to his collar bone. Gavin guides my head by his hands, scraping his manicured nails into my scalp. The feeling is unholy, leaving my dick a throbbing pillar.

"Slow down." Gavin whispers breathlessly. I immediately slow my pace before placing a final kiss on his chin.

"Fuck. Save me." I surrender my cry of panting breaths.

"Which is it?" Gavin breathlessly giggles. " Am I supposed to fuck you?" Gavin grabs my cheeks and kisses my nose. "Or save you."

Gavin jumps down from my lap, allowing me to notice the incredible bulge in his tented pants. I stand up, making a show of adjusting the monster in my own. I know that beast is shredding threads and I want Gavin to see what I have to offer.

"Let's get back to Sebastian." I declare before whispering both so lowly that I am unsure I actually spoke.

We take the short cut back to the floor where Sebastian is. Gavin expertly walks around corners, through stair wells and across the floors. I take every opportunity to watch his butt firmly maneuvering in his sweatpants. I am unsure if he was just getting off, just about to start the shift or if he is even supposed to be working today. All I am sure of is that I feel like I just lost something. I know I have forgotten something. And I am acutely aware that I need to find a reason to spend more time with this little angelic heathen.

As we push our way through Seb's door, I see Sebastian give a wide smirk. My eyes roll. Of course he knows.

"Forget something?" Sebastian belts out with an even wider grin.

Perturbed, I ask. "Did we?" I am unsure of his claim.

"My coffee. Cinnamon bun. Or, were you too busy searching for Gavin's asshole through his throat?" Sebastian cackles at his own joke. He isn't exactly wrong.

"Shit." Gavin whisper shouts. His face is a blazing inferno of blush.

"Sorry." I wink at my best friend. He put this ship in dock. I just let it sail.

"I want my fucking breakfast." Seb rolls his eyes while throwing his hands up in the air. I can't tell if he is hungry or gloating or jealous. Probably, all of the above.

"Calm down. I'm ordering you some now." I promise as I pull my phone from my pocket to start pecking at the screen on his phone.

"By the way, thank you." Sebastian offers as I continue to locate the nearest diner.

I throw my hand into the air and brush him off. Can't he see I am on a mission.

"Not for my nonexistent breakfast. For setting everything up, taking care of me and being my best friend." Sebastian clarifies. I feel a little overwhelmed by the acknowledgement.

That bitch is short on the appreciations as of late.

"Close your mouth, boy. You're catching flies." Mrs. Angela giggles as I see that Sebastian is feigning hurt feelings.

"I'm sorry. I just. Can you say that again? I want to record it." I guffaw before walking over and hugging Seb shoulders.

"Is my breakfast ready? You worthless swine." Sebastian ruins my glorious moment with his impeccable spirit.

"There he is. He's back." I put my finger on Seb's head while pushing him back. Causing Seb to fall against his pillow.

"Seriously. Though. You are amazing." Sebastian whispers to me as he gives me his gratitude.

"Seb. You're my brother. I want to do these things for you. I want to see you get better. I want to see you find Mark." I lean down to give Seb a kiss on his forehead.

"You guys are making me cry." Gavin sniffles.

"Come over here. I want a hug." Seb opens his arms for the cute boy.

Gavin runs to the opposite side of the bed from where I am standing. He scoots Seb over and climbs in bed with him, wrapping his arms around Seb's waist. Gavin buries his head in Sebastian's chest, reminding me of the embrace that Gavin and I had just shared. I don't feel jealous now that I know the cherub has the hots for me.

Mrs. Angela snaps a picture for which I am grateful for. Now, I won't need to make an excuse to get one of Gavin myself.

"Mama. I look hideous." Sebastian groans out as he is ever the Primadona.

"Shut your handsome mouth." Mrs. Angela makes her way towards Sebastian to give him a slap across the head. I smile.

"So, when do we leave?" I hear Sebastian ask into the air.

"Two." Gavin holds up his two fingers. "Days." I feel my heart drop into my shoes. Two days is not nearly enough for me. I need more in order to concrete this man into my future.

"Hallelujah, Jesus." Sebastian cheers as if he was in the church congregation. I silently cheer for Sebastian as well. He has earned this.

"I'm going to miss you." Gavin whispers to Seb. Me too, I think to myself.

"No, you won't." I smirk at Sebastian's nurse. I have come up with a plan and I'm going to like it.

"Yes. I. Will." Gavin shakes his head defiantly.

"No. You. Won't. You're coming home with us." I announce with finality.

"Who do you think you are bossing Gavin Lincoln around?" Gavin stands up to his towering 5 foot six. He puts his hands on his hips and stares me down. This is going to be fun.

I get up off the wall and take slow steps towards the boy. I tower over Gavin, dwarfing the boy at six foot two.

I stop dead in front of Gavin with a predator's grin on my face. Welcome lamb, to my lion's den.

"Your fucking, Daddy. Don't test me." The authority leaks into my voice, allowing me the confidence to sweep down and lift the boy up by his underarms. I hold him high above my head before gently pulling the stunned nurse down to kiss the fucking breath right out of the guy's mouth.

Gavin comes down slow, as if high off of the kiss. He nods against my lips. When he pulls back, he gives a beaming smile.

"Yes, Daddy." Gavin giggles and bends his head down to kiss me once again. I am fucking in Heaven.

"Fuck that's sexy." Sebastian moans like the deprived love slut he has always been.

"Hell, yeah it is." Mrs. Angela surprises me with her co-signing agreement and sits on the corner of Seb's bed fanning herself dramatically. I would say I am quite embarrassed and impressed.

"Any more questions, love?" I ask of the boy that is now wrapped around my waist. Now is as good of time as any to start courting the little firecracker.

"Yes." Gavin smirks making me believe he may have wanted things to go off in this direction. Be careful what you wish for.

"Hmmmm." I hum before pushing Gavin's hair back and holding his head away from my face. He is quite the stunner.

"Can I really call you Daddy?" Gavin winks at me causing me to feel as if I might drop him while puddling to the floor.

"Fuck, yes." His question causes me to smash my lips on the boy and takes another large gulp of Gavin's air supply before finally letting the kid get a breath.

I think I have been saved.