by DJ Jamison
Xavier slapped his textbook closed. “Done, and just in time.”
Trent snapped his eyes back to the television screen to see the credits roll. Crap, he’d missed the last couple of minutes.
“Ready for quizzing?”
“Ready,” he said.
“I’ll ask first,” Xavier said. “I’ll give you an easy one. What does Walt do for a living, outside of making meth.”
“Teacher.”
“What kind?”
“Chemistry.”
“You got it, baby.”
Trent claimed his reward, leaning forward and capturing Xavier’s lips. He’d always loved kissing Xav. It was an experience unlike any he’d had with other men. Xavier’s lips were so full, firm and masculine and yet so easily molded by his own. Xavier parted his lips, letting Trent guide the kiss but offering an invitation to deepen it. Trent gladly took him up on it, grasping Xavier’s face in his hands and tasting Xav’s tongue with his own.
They kissed slowly, lazily exploring each other’s mouths, and Trent forgot all about their silly high school games. He massaged Xavier’s pecs through his shirt, pulled at his nipples, and was about to climb in his lap when the rattle of the doorknob warned him someone was about to walk in.
They broke apart, breathing heavy. Trent could barely make out the flush on Xavier’s face, but he knew his own fair complexion was probably glowing red by this point.
The door swung open, and the roommate Trent met earlier stepped in with another man right behind him.
“Geez, guys, get a room,” Zane said.
“You’re one to talk,” Xavier said. “I thought this sofa was the blow job spot, based on what I’ve walked in on.”
“What?” Trent jumped to his feet, glancing down at the sofa cushions. Zane and Xavier laughed, while Zane’s boyfriend—an older man and a doctor, from what Trent had heard— looked embarrassed.
“Listen, no spunk has been spilled on that sofa,” Zane said. “We’re tidy housekeepers.”
“Zane,” his boyfriend groaned. “Please stop.”
The doctor stepped forward and held out a hand to Trent. “I apologize for my immature boyfriend. I’m Paul.”
Paul was embarrassed, but there was also a smile on his face when he called his boyfriend immature. Trent got the sense that, for whatever reason, Paul enjoyed Zane’s antics.
Trent clasped his hand for a brief shake. “Trent,” he said.
“Dr. Trent Cavendish,” Xavier hurried to say. “I have my own doctor.”
Trent glanced over to see him smirking. Paul laughed. “So, you’re the man who made Xavier hate me.”
“Say what now?”
Xavier looked chagrinned. “I don’t hate you.”
“Not anymore,” Zane said, but seemed to shrug off the conversation. “Which means we should all go out. Like on a double date.”
Xavier didn’t answer, apparently still feeling chastised for his behavior toward Paul. Trent tried to catch his eye, then gave up when Xavier looked the other way and answered for them.
“That would be okay with me,” he said.
“We should all be friends,” Zane said, with far more enthusiasm than anyone else. “Our boyfriends are both doctors, so …”
An awkward silence descended. Trent wasn’t entirely sure what was bothering Xavier. He put his arm around him and tugged him against his side. “What’s wrong?” he murmured.
Xav shook his head and remained stubbornly silent.
“Maybe we should give these two space,” Paul said. “We just came so Zane could pick up a few things.”
“Right, I’ll just go grab them.”
“I’ll help,” Paul said.
The two beat a quick retreat out of the room.
Trent turned to Xavier. “What was that about?”
Xavier bit his lip. “It’s a bit fast, isn’t it?”
“What? A double date?”
“Calling us boyfriends,” he said. He met Trent’s eyes briefly before looking away. “It’s okay if we’re not ready to define anything. Zane is just oblivious. I don’t want you to think I’m expecting some big commitment.”
Trent stepped forward and cupped Xavier’s cheek. “I love you, sexy. I don’t care what people call me. Did you think I was just talking in the heat of the moment? I’m with you in whatever way you’ll have me. If you’re not ready to be my boyfriend again—”
“Nah, it’s not that.”
“Okay, then. No worries, Xav. I’m your boyfriend, and I’m fine getting to know your roommate and his doctor boyfriend, who incidentally, I’m starting to feel a bit sorry for.”
Xavier laughed, the last of his anxiety easing out of his expression. “Yeah, Zane is a handful.”
“You ever date him?” Trent asked, unable to help himself.
Xavier’s roommate was young and good-looking, and he knew Xavier dated plenty in the years they were apart. Twelve years was a long fucking time to be single. Trent had managed it, but he’d had his share of sex partners, so it’s not like he was celibate.
“No,” Xavier said.
Something in his tone told Trent there was more to the story.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Xav, you sound uncomfortable. So, something happened.”
Xavier kept his mouth shut, but Zane’s voice rang through the room. “Oh, he just drunkenly hit on me at a nightclub. I think it had something to do with you, actually.”
“Me?”
Xavier groaned. “Zane, really?”
Zane shrugged. “You blabbed to my boyfriend about it. Seems only fair.”
“Fucker,” Xavier muttered, but Zane just grinned. Apparently this was normal for them.
Trent frowned, and Paul took pity on him. He sidled up next to Zane, slipping an arm around his waist.
“Way I hear it, Xavier was a bit upset after running into you last summer. So, he got wasted and hit on Zane.”
“It sounds so fucking bad when you say it like that,” Xavier said. He looked to Trent. “You fucked up my head, but nothing happened.”
Trent nodded, silently thanking all the stars above that Zane hadn’t been interested. He could have lost Xavier before he ever won him back.
He nudged Xavier’s shoulder with his own playfully. “As long as I’m the one who gets to keep you.”
“Aw, so cute. You’ll give Ben and Gage a run for their money,” Zane teased.
“As if you don’t,” Xavier shot back. For Trent’s benefit, it seemed, he added: “Ben and Gage are a couple who helped Zane after … he moved out of his dad’s house. Ben’s a nurse at the hospital.”
Trent nodded. “Got it.”
“Hey, we’ll let you two get back to sullying the couch,” Zane said, lifting the duffel in his hand. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
“Okay, so time for a blow job then,” Xavier teased.
They all laughed as Zane and Paul made their way to the door. “I’ll text you with a time and place for that date,” Zane said before ducking out.
Trent had assumed Xavier was kidding, but as soon as they returned to the sofa, he pushed Trent to his knees in front of the sofa and thrust the text book at him.
“Quiz me,” he said, “and then I’ll give you some more practice in sucking my big dick.”
He rubbed himself through his pants, and Trent could see him firming up under his hand. Damn, for a sexy bottom, Xav could be hot and dominant when he wanted.
Trent hurriedly flipped pages to the study guide section at the end of the chapter and began to read, his mouth watering at the thought of getting Xavier’s dick in his mouth once more.
Xavier mostly had the information down, and in no time at all, Trent’s face was being pushed between his boyfriend’s spread legs. He mouthed at the shape of his hard cock through the fabric of his sweats.
“Fuck yeah, time for my reward,” Xavier said.
He slipped his fingers into his waistband and shoved
his pants down to his thighs, lifting his ass briefly to ease them out from under him. His cock popped up and slapped against his stomach. Xavier pulled his T-shirt out of the way and off, tossing it aside.
Trent took a moment to appreciate the fine body before him. Xavier’s skin was smooth, rippling over his body with very little body hair to impede the view. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths, and his abs quivered. Xavier was already running hot, it seemed.
“Do it,” Xavier said, grabbing the base of his cock and tilting it toward Trent’s mouth.
Trent kept his mouth closed just to be difficult, and Xavier’s dominant side came out further. He ran his cockhead over Trent’s lips, tracing them gently. When that didn’t gain him entry, he grabbed Trent’s jaw and pulled down with one hand, forcing his mouth open. He thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into Trent’s mouth.
Trent and Xavier moaned at the same time as his cock stretched Trent’s mouth wide and stopped just short of his throat. He appreciated that Xavier was taking more care not to choke him on his cock, but oddly, he kind of wanted the rough treatment. He loved all the different sides to Xavier, and he was flexible enough to adapt to whatever his boyfriend needed in the moment.
Trent glanced up through his lashes, making his eyes as wide and innocent as possible.
“Suck it,” Xavier said.
Trent tentatively fluttered his tongue along the underside of Xavier’s cock.
“Oh, you fucking tease,” he muttered.
But it got Trent the reaction he wanted. Xavier stopped holding himself back and pumped his cock deeper into Trent’s mouth, nudging up against his throat.
Trent took a deep breath and tried to relax to the intrusion. He didn’t do a lot of this kind of face fucking, and he instinctively wanted to pull back and gasp for air. Xavier’s hand in his hair kept him in place, and he pushed down the initial fear and trusted Xav wouldn’t kill him with his cock.
Xavier drew back, allowing him to get a good breath, before he pushed in again, this time going even further, angling his hips and Trent’s head to allow his cockhead to slip into Trent’s throat. He’d obviously had some experience with this, unlike Trent.
Trent swallowed, unable to control the reaction, and his throat muscles squeezed Xavier’s cock. It drew a long groan of satisfaction out of his boyfriend, and Trent started to understand why some people liked doing this. Even lightheaded, once he let go of his worry about breathing, he could lose himself in Xavier’s pleasure.
“Fuck, baby,” Xavier said. “You’re doing so good.”
He pulled back, letting Trent lick and suck at the head of his cock while he caught his breath Then he plunged deep again, and Trent handled him easier. Xavier started thrusting, fucking Trent’s mouth and throat and moaning like a porn star.
“Fuck yeah, breathe babe. I’m giving you time. You don’t have to just hold your breath.”
Trent’s lungs burned and his head was foggy. He hadn’t even realized he’d stopped breathing entirely. Jesus, the power Xavier had over him in that moment. He’d given up his own basic survival instinct to another man.
Xavier pulled out, and Trent gasped for air. His lips buzzed, and he watched as if from a distance— still lightheaded and slightly out of his body— as Xavier stroked his cock hard and fast.
Trent reached for his own throbbing cock as Xavier came hard, his whole body curling forward with the intensity of the orgasm. He cupped a hand over the end of his cock, catching most of the mess, but he shot with enough force that a few drops hit Trent’s neck and slid down to his collarbone.
The visual was enough to tip him over, and he came hard in his own hand, shocked at how quickly he’d gotten off with only his own touch.
Xavier leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, a contrast to the dominance he’d been exhibiting a moment before. It was at that moment Trent realized he was trembling.
“Fuck,” he murmured against Xavier’s lips, “I think I finally know what they mean about subspace. Holy shit.”
Xavier stroked fingers through Trent’s hair, soothing him and bringing him down slowly. “You okay? Was I too rough?”
“No, but …”
Trent trailed off. He suddenly realized he’d made a huge miscalculation about Xavier. His boyfriend’s tendencies to bring out his feminine side and his desire tobottom— combined with Trent’s memories of being the one to control their sexual explorations back in high school — had him jumping to the wrong conclusions.
“You’re not submissive at all, are you?”
Xavier barked a laugh. “Um, not really? I mean, just because I like to bottom doesn’t mean I’m submissive.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
“I’m not some big, bad dom, though,” Xavier added.
Xavier pulled Trent up onto the couch. He nestled into Xavier’s side and laid his head on Xav’s chest.
“You sure about that?” Trent asked.
“I’m pretty sure a real dom would laugh his ass off at my playacting. I just like to have fun and go with the flow, you feel me?”
“My throat feels you.”
Trent’s voice was hoarse, illustrating the abuse it’d just taken.
Xavier tilted up Trent’s chin and kissed him gently. “Sorry. Was I too rough?”
“No. I liked it,” Trent said. “I didn’t expect that side of you, but I can more than handle anything you throw at me.”
Xavier grinned. “I bet you can. I just want to express all the sides to myself. I avoid labels, even though plenty of them apply, because I don’t want to pigeonhole myself. Masculine, feminine, dominant, submissive. We all have a little of those things in ourselves, and I enjoy exploring them all.”
“I can undersatnd that. I wasn’t trying to limit you.”
Xavier smiled. “I know. I love that you enjoy all the sides to me.”
“So, you think you could submit like I just did? Is that something you ever do?”
“If you wanted it, then yeah. Because I want to adapt to your needs as much as you adapt to mine. And if you don’t want to do that again, that’s okay too. I love you, Trent, not your sexual preferences.”
Trent kissed Xavier more forcefully, pushing his tongue in his mouth and making the kiss wet and dirty.
“It’s not something I ever thought I’d be into, but it was good,” Trent said. “We can do it again, sexy. I just love being with you, any which way.”
“Good, then, we’re on the same page,” Xavier said. He stood up and held out his hand. “Let’s get showered and go to bed. I need some sleep. I’ve got a test tomorrow, and I’m behind on lab hours.”
Trent stood up. “No job tomorrow?”
“No, thank fuck. There’s not as much work during winter. We finished clearing up the mess from the last ice storm, so I should be in the clear unless there’s snow. Not that I couldn’t use the money.”
Trent trailed Xavier as he turned off the lights and threw away the empty pizza box, before heading into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
“If you need money …” he said at last, unable to hold back.
Xavier shot him a look. “I’m fine. I don’t need you to take care of me.”
He stepped into the shower and Trent squeezed in behind him. “I know you don’t need me,” Trent said. “It’s more that I wish I could help ease your burden. You have a lot of obligations, and your gran made me promise to make you take care of yourself.”
Xavier turned, a smile on his face. “She did, huh? I guess Gran read the signs better than I did. She knew we were going to get back together.”
“I didn’t exactly make it a secret that I wanted another shot.”
Xavier grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some into Trent’s hair, then set about massaging it into his scalp.
“Mmm, nice,” he said, his eyes drooping.
“I’m not the only tired man around here,” Xavier observed.
“Yeah. Fucking you takes a lot of effort. But I’m w
illing to put in the hard work. Lots and lots of it.”
Xavier swatted his ass playfully before soaping up his own body. “Good, because that’s what I want. We each work, and we’re equals.”
Trent knew he was talking about more than his sex joke, so he nodded and smiled. “Okay, sexy. Whatever makes you happy.”
Chapter Seventeen
Xavier aced his test.
Trent made him dinner to celebrate, this time at his apartment— where privacy was assured— and followed it up with some totally vanilla sex. Xavier bottomed again, without the sexy lingerie, and it was still fantastic. Less frantic, maybe, but it was nice to take his time and fully appreciate being with Xavier again.
It was good, too, to know they didn’t need to play around with light domination/submission to enjoy each other. As long as he had Xavier, any kind of sex was fine by him.
Dating Xavier now was entirely different from the experiences they’d had in the past. They got lost in memory lane now and then, laughing over old inside jokes or teasing each other over their old make-out habits. But for the most part it was uncharted territory. They shared meals, talked about work and classes, and spent the night together. Xavier was still busy as hell, but now that he’d let Trent in, he could help him study and find ways to wedge himself into Xavier’s ongoing obligations like laundry time and quick hospital cafeteria lunches.
Some of Xavier’s clothes and toiletries migrated to Trent’s place within a couple of days, and he didn’t mind.
He’d always been a bit of a commitment-phobe, keeping his hookups to one night only without fail. He shut down men who tried to form an attachment. Everything was different with Xavier. Trent already loved him— had never stopped in all the years apart — and the only surprise was that it had taken him so long to come back and put right what had gone so wrong.
Two weeks after they started dating, DD arrived, otherwise known as the Double Date.
Trent was nervous, though he wasn’t sure why. Zane was Xavier’s closest friend, and Paul came attached to Zane. Trent had never gotten along that well with doctors, outside of Byron. They were too competitive, their egos too big. And he didn’t want to screw it up or make Xavier unhappy.
