Gavin wastes the opportunity

His laptop rested on her bedside table. He didn't remember leaving it there, but he didn't remember a lot of things right now. Like why he'd thought this wouldn't be weird and humiliating.

“Um.”

He'd have to approach her to get them. No way around it.

“Um, no. No. That's okay.”

He walked between their beds. She watched him through heavy lids, her smile fading but not yet gone. He realized she was tracking the head of his cock through his shorts, which made the situation that much harder to deal with, and then he thought about the word “harder,” and goddammit goddammit.

“I. I just need uh. Just this." He held up the laptop and walked away. Her sneer burned the back of his neck.

He was almost out the door before he went sprinting back in.

“And this! This too!” He snatched up the power cable. “It's. It's useful. For the battery. Yeah.”

She didn't say anything. Didn't have to. She radiated disdain for him, for being in her presence, and went back to fucking herself on her fingers.

“Sure. If you need me, I'll be done in a few.”

Not even an invitation to come back, Gavin thought as he closed the door behind him. That's a once in a lifetime fuck-up right there, Gavin.

He settled into the couch and just stared at the screen.

Except it isn't even a fuck-up. You didn't even go far enough to fuck up fucking. What's wrong with you?

It felt like he'd barely woken up, and today was already a lost cause.

Gavin went into the kitchen. Inside the fridge he found someone's case of beer.

Well, I don't want to remember this, that's for sure.

He opened the can and threw it back. Never having gotten drunk before, he swore he was already feeling the effects.

A door down the hall swung open. Gavin's eyes burst from his skull as a nude Victoria tip-toed out of one of the bedrooms, carrying a bundle of clothes.

It looks like her bedroom, so that's... that's the one she shares with Kurt!

Victoria spun on her toes to show off her ass to whoever was inside the room. His dick swung back to life. Secretly or not, most men could not dream of seeing an ass as fine as this one.

Her audience certainly appreciated it. White streaks dripped down her back, over said fine ass.

Oh shit. Zack's not gonna like this.

Victoria blew a kiss over her shoulder before sneaking out into the living room. With nowhere else to go, Gavin ducked behind the kitchen counter. He could hear padding through the living room. The bathroom door closing. A shower faucet hissing to life.

Gavin's mind raced as he himself snuck back out onto the deck. This was bad. Victoria and Kurt? It would upend the cabin. Ashley and Heather would drive him out, and it would sour the rest of their break here. Maybe it was better if he let them have fun, as long as they kept things quiet.

But what about Zack? Whether or not Victoria was a good fit for him, he was crazy about her. How was it fair to let himmake a fool of himself in front of Kurt? It would only turn that bastard on even more to fuck Zack's crush behind his back. No. If he told no one else, Gavin had to tell Zack. Friends looked after each other.

The whole morning had been so strange, but between the beer and a few updates on his favorite choose-your-own-adventure site, his nerves cooled. He had inspiration for his own story, if nothing else.

I'm gonna get so many page views for this thread!

He reached for the beer can, which had somehow emptied itself when he wasn't looking. His spinning head gave him a clue where it had gone.

Maybe it's not too late to try again with Heather, he thought. Imagining what had gone down this morning in Victoria's room wasn't helping him with any of his frustration. First Chloe urging him to grope her up at the lookout point, then Heather making a show of masturbating right in front of him. It was too much. No man should have to hold all of it inside him.

Well, he grinned as he remembered Victoria's ass bouncing in the hallway, maybe I can join her for a bit? A writer needs his research!