by DJ Jamison
“Fuck the truth into you.” He leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Long and hard enough that I exhaust you with so many orgasms you no longer have the energy to argue with me.”
Holy shit. Xavier whimpered behind Trent’s hand.
“That’s right, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”
He pushed Xavier back onto the bed, and he went willingly, his body on fire for Trent. That man had a way with words, but fuck. He’d never been so aggressive in their past.
Trent fell on him like a ravenous beast, kissing him and ripping at his shorts.
“Hey! This shit is expensive,” Xavier protested when the fabric made a ripping noise.
Trent, to his surprise, eased back and more gently removed the lingerie. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I wouldn’t want to ruin such beautiful things.”
Xavier let his body be manipulated, an arm lifted and bent, a leg pushed up, as Trent carefully pulled his clothes off.
It didn’t take long for him to be stark naked. Trent was fully dressed in jeans and a Henley.
He leaned down to kiss Xavier. “You’re gorgeous like this.”
“What, naked?”
“Yeah,” Trent said with a laugh. “Soft and hard, manly and pretty. You’re the whole package.”
Xavier couldn’t contain the stupid smile that spread across his face. “Shut up and strip,” he said to cover his embarrassment.
Trent smirked, his eyes drinking in Xavier’s body. “Not just yet.”
He lowered himself onto Xavier, the roughness of his jeans contrasting so drastically to the silk Xav had been wearing that he gasped at the sensation.
“Your skin has been giving me wet dreams for years,” he said as he lowered his head to Xavier’s breastbone and licked down the divide between his pectorals.
“Years?” Xavier scoffed. “You haven’t been back that long.”
Trent licked a circle around his right nipple, coming teasingly close but not touching the hardening peak. Xavier squirmed, his nipples begging for sensation that Trent was holding back.
“You think I didn’t miss you while I was gone?” Trent said. “I missed you like hell, Xav.”
“But—”
Trent lowered his mouth, sucking Xavier’s nipple and flicking it with his tongue.
The words flew out of Xavier's head. He arched, moaning helplessly at the sharp pleasure of Trent’s mouth and the rough drag of his jeans against Xavier’s thighs.
Trent lifted his head and grinned at Xavier. “You were saying?”
Xavier shoved him down his body, one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder. “Listen, motherfucker. Get naked or start sucking. What’s it gonna be?”
Trent laughed, but Xavier wasn’t playing around. He was burning up with lust.
“Okay, sucking it is,” he said and roughly pushed Trent down until he was up close and personal with Xavier’s dick.
***
Holy fuck.
Trent didn't think it was possible for Xavier to get any hotter. But here he was, turning up the sexy another notch. As if he’d flipped a switch he’d gone from submissive to demanding. This was nothing like the long makeout sessions they’d had in high school — which were as much about learning how to have sex as they were anything else — or even the blow job Xavier had given him while on their trip.
He’d never seen this side to Xavier, but he loved it. Even when Xavier’s hand tightened in his hair to the point of pain and he pressed his fat cockhead against Trent’s lips.
He was used to being in charge in bed, so this was new, but he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, so a controlling Xavier definitely did it for him. Xavier any which way did it for him.
“Open up,” Xavier said, thrusting his hips forward. “You fucking tease.”
Trent laughed, and Xavier pushed into his mouth and immediately gagged him on his huge cock. It wasn’t Trent’s first time sucking a big cock; he'd given Xavier plenty of blow jobs in the past. But Xavier hadn’t been forceful and fucking his face back then.
Holy hell, what had he gotten himself into?
Xavier pulled back, and Trent sucked air and blinked teary eyes.
“Sorry!” Xav said, petting his head like he was a cat.
“It’s okay,” Trent croaked. Then before they lost the moment he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the top of Xavier’s cock. Using a hand, he stroked Xav’s shaft while sucking the first few inches with everything he had.
“Fuck,” Xavier breathed. “Yeah, baby. That’s good.”
A loud knock startled them and they both froze, Xavier’s cock still in Trent’s mouth.
He’d forgotten all about the roommate the second he’d kissed Xavier.
“I’m leaving, so uh ... carry on and moan like you mean it.”
“Fuck off!” Xav shouted, and Zane laughed as he walked away from their door.
Xavier glanced down at Trent, and their eyes met.
“You ready to get undressed now, Dr. Tease?”
Trent smiled around his mouthful of cock.
***
“Depends,” Trent said after pulling off Xavier’s dick and catching his breath.
“On?”
“Do I still get to fuck you? You’ve gone all toppy on me.”
Xavier faltered, wondering if he went too far. He did still want Trent to fuck him, but he wasn’t submissive. He wasn’t even always a bottom; he switched it up fairly often. In fact, most guys wanted him to top. Maybe that’s why he so easily slipped into a dominating role.
Trent leaned in and kissed him. “Don’t look like that. I was just kidding.”
Xavier huffed and grabbed Trent’s shirt, dragging the man closer. He was done waiting.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me, and yes, I can be bossy. That a problem for you?”
He grabbed the hem of Trent’s shirt, yanking it over his head roughly without waiting for an answer. When he ripped open his jeans button forcefully, Trent sprang up from the bed.
“No problem, gorgeous,” he said with a grin, as he slipped his hands into his own waistband. “But I’ll take off my pants. I’m a little afraid you’re going to tear off my dick with your bare hands.”
Xavier laughed, blushing. Fortunately his skin tone hid the worst of it.
Trent kicked off his shoes and shoved his jeans down his legs, exposing black cotton boxer briefs.
“Nice underwear.”
“You definitely have me beat in that department,” he said.
Stepping out of his jeans, he started to move forward but Xavier wagged a finger.
“Uh-uh, you’re not getting back in this bed until you’re naked.”
Trent laughed and stopped to take off his underwear, exposing a respectable six and a half inches already hard and flushed a dark red.
Xavier took a minute to look at him. Trent’s body had changed from a slender, gangly teen to a lean but toned man. His chest was broader, his biceps more defined and his body much furrier. Xavier liked the dark hair shadowing his chest and pointing straight down to his dick. Xavier didn’t grow hair on his chest and only a light dusting on his arms and legs, but he definitely dug it on the men he dated.
Trent placed a knee on the edge of the bed, looking tentative.
Xavier sat up and yanked Trent into the bed, manhandling him onto his back and straddling his hips.
“Now, I’ve got you.”
Trent smiled, his eyes going soft. “You do.”
God, Xavier loved this man. Emotion threatened to choke him, so he turned and reached over the side of the bed, dragging out his box of sex toys, lube and condoms.
“Damn, Xav,” Trent said, peering over his arm while he grabbed the supplies.
“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”
“And this man's gotta watch.”
Xavier slapped a condom packet on his chest. “Suit up, unless you want to watch me fuck a dildo instead of your dick?”
He raised an eyebrow challengingly, a
nd Trent caved immediately. “Fuck no. I need you.”
He rolled the condom on with shaking hands. Xavier felt a small thrill of victory. The power to shake a surgeon’s steady hands was a heady thing. Trent might not be in the OR anymore, but he still had all the confidence and skill required.
“Turn around so I can get you ready,” he said.
Xavier obeyed, which put his ass practically in Trent’s face. This part of sex was always a little uncomfortable for him. Not the prep, but the baring.
Trent stroked a hand down his spine as if he understood. Xavier handed back the lube, and Trent fumbled a minute before Xavier felt cool liquid drip down his crack.
Trent spread his cheeks apart and used a finger to guide the lube down to his entrance, slicking it up with small, teasing circles.
Xavier rolled his eyes, even as his body quivered with pleasure. “Should have known you’d use this for more teasing.”
“Delayed gratification, sexy. I plan to make you come so hard you promise to be with me forever, remember?”
Xavier’s heart skipped. “Is that what we’re doing?” he said lightly.
“I’m a man with a mission.”
Trent pushed a finger inside, and Xavier lost track of their conversation. He arched his back. “More.”
“That’s fast.”
“Baby, I could take your whole dick with no prep. I’m not a high school virgin anymore.”
“Oh, am I boring you?” Trent said in a deceptively mild tone before abruptly shoving in three fingers. The sudden shift in intensity caused Xavier to shout in surprise, but the stretch was nothing he couldn’t handle. He rocked back against Trent’s fingers and moaned long and loud when Trent crooked his fingers and unerringly found his prostrate.
“Fuck, doctors are awesome in bed.”
Trent fucked him harder with his hand. “I’m not your only doctor?”
He sounded pissed, and Xavier tensed up. “Why’s that matter?”
Trent stroked his back. “It doesn’t. I’m just jealous of every man who ever had you.”
“You had me.”
“I’m jealous of high school me too. And pissed off he ever let you go.”
“You're here now.”
“Damn right.”
Trent pulled out his fingers, leaving Xavier feeling empty and yearning for more. He thrummed with tension as he waited, needing Trent inside him.
“Hurry,” he muttered.
Trent leaned forward, blanketing his back with heat. “I got you.”
Xavier felt a blunt pressure, then the stretch and burn that turned his muscles to water and forced him to release his stress. He sighed as Trent filled him, dropping his head onto his hands and sinking into the sensations taking over his body.
“Good?” Trent asked when he bottomed out.
Xavier took his cock easily. He was an experienced bottom and Trent had prepped him well.
“Yeah,” he said, rocking back against Trent. “Move.”
Trent chuckled in his ear, and it was low and gravelly and so fucking sexy Xavier wondered how he’d resisted him so long.
“So eager,” Trent teased.
He slid back, then shoved in hard enough to rip a moan from Xavier’s throat. Not to be outdone, Xavier rocked back hard to meet each thrust, the two of them finding a hurried rhythm that suited them. There was an air of desperation between them. The sex was rushed and frenzied, and so fucking good.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Trent gasped between thrusts, and Xavier could only groan in agreement.
Trent hammered his prostate without fail and the feeling was so intense Xavier could hardly stay in his skin, much less use words in any form that wasn’t gibberish. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum that could easily turn into a full orgasm — and he’d never done that hands-free.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” he babbled. “Keep going! Harder.”
Trent laughed breathlessly. “Jesus, fuck. You could kill a guy.”
“You’ll die happy,” he managed. “Just don’t fucking stop.”
Trent laughed again, but he didn’t stop. He adjusted his position, raising up on his knees for better leverage and redoubled his efforts. Xavier skated the edge of orgasm for what seemed like hours but probably was only a few minutes. He couldn’t quite tip over without using a hand, no matter how close he got.
Almost. Almost. Alm- oh, fuck it.
He reached under his body and grabbed his cock. It went off like a rocket launcher the second he touched it. He cried out, spasming hard around the cock still buried in his body, and Trent made choking sounds that would have Xavier worried in any other context.
Their bodies quaked together, jerking in an uncoordinated rhythm as Trent thrust through his orgasm. At last, they collapsed into a tangled, sweaty heap.
“Fuck, sexy,” Trent said.
“See?” Xavier said with a grin. “Still alive.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I died and went to heaven.”
Xavier gave him a look. Did he really just say ...
They both burst out laughing, and Trent turned his face into the pillow with a groan of embarrassment.
“Fuck no, I did not say that,” Trent said, his face flushing red. It wasn’t often he was unsure of himself, and Xavier planned to fully enjoy the moment.
“Oh yeah, you did. You think my ass is heaven,” he teased.
“Hard to argue with that.”
Xavier felt his smile stretch across his face so wide he felt like a fool. He liked it better when Trent was feeling foolish, so he diverted attention back to him.
“You’re a corny motherfucker,” Xav said, “and I’m never letting you forget it.”
“I can live with that.”
Chapter Sixteen
Xavier wanted to revel in the warm afterglow, so he asked Trent to hang out.
They ordered a pizza because Xavier had practically nothing in the refrigerator, earning him a lecture about eating healthier. That settled, they turned on the television show Breaking Bad so Xavier could binge watch while pretending to study from the textbook in his lap.
“I’ve never seen this,” Trent said.
“Bitch! Shut up,” Xavier said, making reference to a running Internet joke about how much Aaron Paul said “bitch” in his part as Jesse Pinkman on the show. “Have you been living under a rock?”
Trent shrugged. “I worked a lot.”
Xavier grinned. “And watching a show about making meth is exactly what your life was missing, right? You definitely made the right choice to come back here.”
Trent leaned into Xavier’s side, wrapping an arm across his stomach just above the heavy book in his lap.
“I definitely did,” he said.
That deserved a kiss.
Xavier lifted his face and Trent met him halfway. They kissed soft and slow as the show played in the background. It reminded Xavier of those school days, when they kissed for hours with no intention of going any farther. There was a special comfort in that, knowing you can just revel in each other with no expectations beyond the slide of a sweet tongue against yours.
Eventually, the pizza arrived. Trent sighed and pulled back when the door bell rang. “I’ll get it. You keep studying,” he said with a wink. “I’m quizzing you later.”
Xavier arched an eyebrow. He recalled all too clearly their high school study habits. His cock twitched at the thought of Trent stripping him of clothing items question by question until Xavier got a sexy reward.
Maybe another blow job. Trent had handled him better than he’d expected. He’d love to teach him how to kill that gag reflex.
His dirty thoughts were cut short when Trent returned to the sofa with pizza. His stomach growled, exerting the need for food before sex.
“When we studied in high school, we both had to answer study questions,” Xavier said as he got up to grab paper plates and napkins. “Want a beer? Or soda?”
“We did, but I’m now an all-knowing doctor,” Trent said smug
ly. “And beer sounds good.”
Xavier returned with the two beer bottles in one hand, and a stack of plates in the other. He set everything down on the coffee table in front of Trent. His ex-boyfriend— or not so ex, but it seemed too early for a define-the-relationship moment— opened the box and breathed deep.
“Mmm, meat lovers.”
“Spoken with the reverence of a gay man,” Xavier teased.
Trent chuckled. “I love your meat best.”
Xavier plopped down on the sofa beside him and loaded up a plate. “I’m so relieved I don’t have to be jealous of pizza.”
Trent groaned with pleasure as he took a bite. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he licked his lips after he’d swallowed. “Mm. I was starving.”
Xavier stared at him. “Seriously? Do we have to study?” he whined. “You’re seducing me with pizza!”
Trent laughed. “That’s the point, sexy. Delayed gratification. Makes it so much better,” he said with a smirk. “Now, hit the books.”
“Fine,” Xav said with a pout, but secretly enjoying every moment of this playful exchange. Some of the things he loved most about being in a relationship were all the inside jokes and flirty teasing you developed with another person. “But if you get to quiz me on this, I get to quiz you on Breaking Bad.”
“You want to quiz me on a TV show,” Trent said flatly, clearly unimpressed.
“Mm-hmm. That way I know you’re paying attention while I study. You sit here next to me, Doctor, and study up on crazy drug runners.”
“Okay, you’re on. Start studying.”
***
Trent had never watched a television show with such focus. Especially when he had a hot man beside him.
He knew Xavier, though. He’d take the quizzing seriously. He’d reward Trent greatly for his knowledge and withhold pleasure for his shortcomings. He’d also do his best to trip up Trent, and considering he only had one television show to accumulate and remember factoids, he had to pay attention.
He lasted most of the television show, only becoming distracted when Xavier stretched his arms over his head, pulling his T-shirt tight over all those beautiful muscles he’d developed. He’d always been bulkier than Trent, with a body that seemed designed to take on muscle, but his body had hardened up even more after high school. He might have insulted Xavier for his landscaping work when he was young and naïve, but it was pretty obvious that it did a body good.
