by Jess Bryant
He’d dreamed of the way Cruz would taste. Spicy. Strong. Masculine. He tasted like sin and sex and heaven. He tasted like Trevor had always thought his man would taste like. Perfect.
The feel of their erections rubbing together through their clothes. The feel of their stubble burning each other as they kissed. Big hands stroking over each other’s hard bodies. It was perfect, and the only thing that would make it better would be if there weren’t anything between them.
Trevor slid a hand beneath Cruz’s shirt and shoved it upward. So much lean, hard muscle. So much strength. He’d seen Cruz’s chest so many times, stared at it whenever he wouldn’t be caught looking. He’d seen the trail of dark hair that led down into his jeans, but it was different feeling it. Tracing his fingertips over the hard planes and dips of abs. Circling the dark, round nipples that he ached to taste.
“Off.” When air became a necessity, he finally broke the kiss to shove Cruz’s shirt up higher. “Arms up.”
Cruz followed the order, raising his arms, and before the shirt even hit the floor Trevor latched his mouth onto a nipple and sucked. Cruz cursed. His hands went to Trevor’s hair, tugging and pulling until it stung. He licked and sucked, reveling until Cruz finally found his voice.
“Stop.”
Trevor froze and pulled away. “What?”
“Stop. Stop. We have to stop.” Cruz groaned even as his hips bucked into Trevor. “Please…”
“What?” Trevor rose back to his full height, his brain trying to kick back on to figure out what he’d done wrong. “Why?”
“We…we need…to talk.” Cruz struggled for words and then shook his head, as if he was trying to get his bearings. “We need to talk.”
Trevor groaned, “I know. I just…”
He couldn’t keep his hands from tracing down Cruz’s abdomen. He popped the button on his jeans, and Cruz bucked his hips again, urging him on. He slid his hand inside and cupped Cruz’s thick cock through his boxers.
“Fuck.”
“I want you,” Trevor groaned against the edge of Cruz’s lips. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“I want you too but…” Cruz gasped when Trevor stroked him. “Fuck. Fuck. Okay. Fuck now. Talk later.”
Trevor grinned and stroked him again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me now, Trevor.”
His blood practically boiled in his veins. Oh, he liked this. He liked this a lot. Liked being in control. Liked getting his way. Liked having Cruz so needy for him that he was mindless with it. Wanting him so bad he all but begged for it.
“Say it again.” He used Cruz’s words from earlier and smiled when he saw the twinkle of recognition in those honey-brown eyes.
“Fuck me, Trevor. I want you. I need to feel you inside me.” Cruz licked his lips expectantly. “I love you.”
Trevor’s heart thumped too hard in his chest, and he paused. He hadn’t expected those words. Not now. Not yet. But he could see the truth of them in those dark eyes he loved so much.
Because that was Cruz. Honest. Open. Sweet. True. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it, and that filled Trevor with so much joy he didn’t know if he wanted to cry or hug him or make love to him.
No, that last one won. Obviously. He needed them to be together. Completely. Whatever hesitation he’d had before, whatever fears or doubts, those three little words wiped them out completely. This entire day had helped make his decision easier.
Baseball or Cruz? He would choose Cruz every time. He would choose love.
Chapter Five
HE’D BEEN SO damn mad all day, but all it had taken to defuse him was three little words. Three words he hadn’t expected. All day he’d been worrying and doubting and rethinking every second of the time he’d spent with Trevor. Not just in the bathroom this morning but every day, every hour and minute since the first time they’d met.
Cruz had been so deep in his thoughts, in his wonderings, that he’d played awful today. He’d missed easy plays. He’d screwed up and gotten chewed out by his manager, and the worst part was, he didn’t even care. Not about baseball. For the first time in his life, he’d been more worried about where his personal life was going than where his professional one was.
He’d been so sure what had happened with Trevor was going to be a one-off. After a lot of thought, he’d resigned himself to the fact that the next time they were alone Trevor would undoubtedly say it had been a mistake. Trevor had admitted he was gay, but then he’d asked Cruz not to say anything to anyone. He’d been certain he knew what was coming as soon as Trevor opened his mouth.
Never had he been so happy to be wrong.
Trevor hadn’t said it was a mistake. He’d said what they had was special. It was everything. He’d said he was going to come out, for Cruz. He’d said he loved him. Love. Trevor loved him.
Cruz’s heart felt like it was going to explode. Of course he loved Trevor. He had for a very long time. He’d been instantly attracted to him, but it had become so much more than that.
Their friendship had become a foundation they both grew under. Supported each other. Pushed each other. Respected each other and the game they both played. They understood each other in ways nobody else ever could because they lived the same life.
They were perfect for each other, and Trevor had finally, finally realized it.
Cruz knew there was so much more they needed to talk about. Saying those three little words didn’t cement anything. It didn’t get rid of the obstacles that would stand in their way. It didn’t explain why Trevor had admitted his feelings now. They needed to talk.
But right now, Cruz couldn’t manage to unlock his mouth from Trevor’s for more than a second to gasp in much-needed air.
“Pants off,” Trevor growled, releasing his cock long enough to push at his jeans and boxers. “Now.”
Cruz shivered at the desperation in Trevor’s voice. The demand. The need. He’d always known Trevor would be the one in control if they ended up like this, but he hadn’t imagined the frenzy or Trevor’s shaking hands. He hadn’t imagined his own shaking as he helped to kick off his shoes and then shimmied his hips to help get his pants off.
Once he was naked, Trevor stilled momentarily, and Cruz bit his lip. He could feel those beautiful blue eyes taking him in from top to bottom. Only they weren’t icy when they met his this time. They were the blue of a flame, the hottest part of a fire.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Trevor’s voice was reverential, and his big hands traced over Cruz’s chest and down his stomach, through the thick patch of hair at his base until he squeezed Cruz’s cock, making him moan. “I’ve wanted to touch every inch of you since the moment I saw you. Want to kiss every inch of you.”
“Trev…” His voice broke when Trevor began to work his lips down the column of Cruz’s neck. His head tipped back to give him better access. He banged the back of his head against the wall and tried to think about something other than the way Trevor’s tongue traced his collarbone on his way south because otherwise he was going to blow his load way, way too soon. “Clothes.”
“Hmm?”
“Clothes. Off,” he managed.
Trevor chuckled against his rib cage, “They are, baby.”
“Not mine.” He wrapped his fingers in Trevor’s beautiful golden hair and tugged hard enough he knew it stung. “Yours.”
Another chuckle against his ribs. “Little busy here.”
Cruz groaned when Trevor nipped at him. “Want you naked too.”
He pulled at the T-shirt Trevor was wearing, and though he growled a complaint, Trevor raised his arms and then his head to let Cruz pull it off. As soon as he dropped the shirt, Trevor’s lips returned to his skin, skating down over his abs and nuzzling at his belly button.
“Pants,” Cruz tried to insist, but when he reached for Trevor’s head again, Trevor snagged his hands in a flash and slammed them against the wall.
“I’ll give you what you want, babe.” Trevor looked up at hi
m with a stern, serious look. “Trust me.”
“I do.” Cruz softened. “I just…”
“Want my cock? Yeah, I got that.” Trevor shot him a smirking grin. “And you’re going to get it, but first, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to lick and suck and savor you. I’m going to worship you and I’m going to get what I want, so stop fighting me.”
Before Cruz could even begin to start up another argument, Trevor gripped his cock and engulfed his length with his mouth. Cruz cursed and his head fell back again. Warm, wet heat and soft, sweet suction. It was perfection.
He dropped his hands back to Trevor’s hair, but he didn’t try to pull him away this time. He simply held him as Trevor bobbed over his cock, worshiping him just as he’d said he would. He stroked Trevor’s hair and let the sensations his lips and tongue created spread through him.
Trevor worked him over. Taking him deep and swallowing him down his throat. He licked and lapped at his slit, teasing him before taking him deep again. He fondled Cruz’s balls and then sucked on those too. He took the hand he’d been using to stroke Cruz’s length and slipped it down and back, searching for and finding his hole. The damp digit circled around his pucker, and Cruz cried out as it punched in through his ring of muscle.
“Oh, God, Trevor…” Cruz’s hips bucked, pushing his cock deeper into Trevor’s throat and then slamming back to impale himself on the digit working his ass. The sensation, it was too much. Too good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m close.”
He tightened his fingers in Trevor’s hair. His balls were drawing up and his cock was throbbing. He was going to come. He tried to pull Trevor off him, not wanting to bust before they got to what they both really wanted. He wanted more than Trevor’s finger in his ass. He wanted his cock. He wanted him deep inside. Claiming him, owning him. But Trevor refused to be pulled away.
Trevor continued to work him over, lips and tongue and teeth, and Cruz whined as the tingles zipped up his spine and made his body spasm. He jerked, hard, but Trevor only wrapped his lips tight around Cruz’s cock and sucked. And that did it; Cruz came so hard the world went dark momentarily, and he cried out. Trevor stayed with him the whole time, sucking and licking and swallowing him down, cleaning him up with his tongue as his oversensitive cock jerked and spasmed.
When Trevor finally pulled off him, Cruz looked down through heavily lidded eyes and wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven. Trevor Thorne was on his knees in front of him. Golden and gorgeous, his lips swollen and red from working Cruz over. And he smiled; he fucking smiled the most gorgeous, heart-stopping smile, all dimples and white teeth as he licked at his lips like he’d just tasted the best thing in the entire world.
“Mmmm…” Trevor wiped at his chin. “As far as apologies go, how did that one rate?”
Cruz barked out a rough laugh. “That was an apology?”
“I’m sorry I left this morning.” Trevor’s eyes were soft again. “I shouldn’t have left things with us like that. I’m sorry I messed with your head. I should’ve just told you then how I felt.”
“And how is that, again?”
Trevor raised an eyebrow at his teasing. “The blowjob didn’t convey my feelings? I guess I’ll have to try harder to prove my love then…”
Cruz laughed. He actually laughed. And Trevor grinned as he pushed to his feet.
He captured Cruz’s mouth in a searing kiss. Cruz could taste himself on Trevor’s tongue as he flicked it lazily in and out, playing with him, revving him back up until they were clutching at each other. Trevor was still hard as steel beneath his jeans, and Cruz hastily jerked at the button and zipper, wanting to return the blowjob.
The things Trevor had said about wanting to taste him everywhere? Cruz had wanted it too. He’d wanted it for so long he almost couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d been amazed when cocky, dominant Trevor had gone to his knees for him. Awed and grateful. But he wanted to be the one supplicating now, worshiping at the altar of all of that golden gorgeousness.
Trevor knocked his hands away once his pants were undone. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not happening.”
Cruz whined and Trevor chuckled.
“You so much as look at my cock right now and I’m gonna bust.”
“Exactly.” Cruz tried to reach for him again but got batted away.
“No. Not exactly. Because the only place I want to come is deep inside you. You said you wanted my cock, and I promised you’d get it. It’s yours, baby. Just like your ass is gonna be mine. Now get on the bed so I can fuck you like we’ve both been dreaming about for far, far too long.”
Cruz grinned. Bossy and demanding. God he loved this man. He practically tripped over his discarded clothing as he rushed to do as he’d been told. He leaped onto the bed and sprawled out, completely naked, legs spread and ready for whatever Trevor wanted to do to him next. Because this was Trevor and he could do whatever he wanted, just so long as he fulfilled his promise to own Cruz’s ass tonight.
Chapter Six
TREVOR WOULD HAVE laughed at the eager way Cruz climbed onto the bed if he hadn’t been wound so tight his last threads of control were fraying. He’d thought he was losing him. All day he’d thought he was losing Cruz. But now he was here, with him, warm and happy and…not sated but expectant. He wanted more and so did Trevor.
So much more.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His throat felt tight as his eyes skated over Cruz, gorgeous and naked on the bed.
Those dark eyes, heavy-lidded and needy, were eating him up as well, and he felt shaky. His hands literally shook. He pushed his pants down, kicking his shoes and socks off as he went. Cruz’s eyes followed his movements, and he groaned when Trevor’s thick cock sprang free, bouncing against his abdomen and leaving a smear of precome in its wake.
“So are you.” Cruz started to push up to scoot closer, but Trevor stopped him with a stern look and a shake of his head.
“No. Stay there,” he growled. “Lay back and spread your legs for me. I want to see what’s mine.”
Cruz bit his lip and shifted back onto the bed. He followed orders like he’d been born for it. Born for Trevor.
He tilted his hips up and put his feet on the bed, propping his legs up and spreading them wide. The unfettered view of Cruz from head to toe made Trevor’s cock throb painfully and his balls draw up. He squeezed the base to steady himself, and Cruz groaned again. His own hand went to his half-hard cock, and he stroked himself as Trevor watched, his eyes trailing down to the tight, puckered hole he wanted to own more than he wanted his next breath.
Cruz rocked his hips up into his stroking hand, giving Trevor a show, and Trevor cursed under his breath. He was too close. Way too damn close. He wasn’t going to be able to take this slow the way he wanted to. He wanted it too bad, needed it too much.
He tore his eyes away before he gave into the urge to simply leap on the bed, flip Cruz over, and drive into him until there was no way to tell where one of them ended and the other began. He didn’t want that for their first time. He closed his eyes, regained his composure, and smiled down at where Cruz still lay on his back, hand on his cock, looking up at him, waiting.
“Keep stroking,” he growled even as he turned away to grab the bag Cruz had thrown on the other bed.
“Hey, what are you…” Cruz went quiet again when Trevor pulled out the small bag with his shaving kit. “Oh…”
“You think I don’t know where you keep your lube and condoms?” Trevor smirked as he pulled out what he needed and tossed the items on the bed. “Come on now.”
Cruz watched him flip the top of the small bottle of lube, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “So all those times I felt eyes on me…”
“I was watching you.” Trevor dripped the sticky liquid onto his hand and then stroked his own cock, slowly. “Learning you. Wanting you.”
A small whine escaped Cruz’s throat when Trevor rolled a condom on and then climbed onto the bed. He nudged his way between Cruz’s al
ready spread legs, pushing them wider and immediately circling that small, puckered hole with his sticky fingers. Cruz gasped, and his eyes squeezed shut tight.
“No. Look at me,” Trevor ordered, and Cruz’s dark lashes fluttered. “I want you to know it’s me.”
Cruz smiled, slow and easy, warmth radiating off of him as he reached up to stroke Trevor’s jaw. “Of course it’s you. It’s only ever been you.”
Trevor kissed his palm as he slowly circled Cruz’s hole and then eased in a finger. “Don’t try to convince me I’m the first man you’ve let in here, baby. I know you better than that.”
“You’re the only one I’ve let in here.” Cruz put his hand on his chest, over his heart. “And you’re the only one I’ve let in there since the day we met.”
Trevor shivered slightly at the admission, his eyebrows winging up. “There hasn’t been anyone since we met?”
“I only wanted you.”
His heart squeezed in his chest. “I haven’t been with anyone either.”
“Since we met?” Cruz’s smile was nearly blinding, and he groaned as Trevor eased in a second finger and scissored, opening him up. “You haven’t been with anyone?”
“I only wanted you,” Trevor mimicked, and Cruz closed his eyes again, his breathing going ragged as his hips began to move of their own accord, pushing to meet Trevor’s thrusting fingers. “I only want you.”
“Kiss me.” Cruz scrambled forward, a sudden desperation in his voice. “Oh, God, Trevor…kiss me.”
Trevor leaned down to give Cruz what he needed. The movement shifted his angle, and Cruz gasped when Trevor’s fingers slid deep, hitting his prostate. Trevor swallowed the sound and used his tongue to mimic the movement of his fingers.
Cruz kissed him wildly. His hips working in tandem with Trevor’s fingers now. His hand stroking his cock as it throbbed between them. Cruz clung to him, to the sheets. He moaned and groaned and begged as Trevor kissed him and stroked him deep, pushing him as close to the edge as he dared before Cruz pulled away with a gasp.
