by DJ Jamison
He smiled, relieved and proud to finally reach this moment. Sometimes it felt as if graduation day would never arrive, but he did it.
He was a motherfucking nurse.
***
Xavier was in a huddle with his family when Trent approached. He’d made it in time to see Xavier accept his degree onstage, and the proud smile that lit up his boyfriend’s face was worth the drive all on its own. Xav had worked so hard this year. He deserved this, and a boyfriend who could be there for him.
Trent planned to be that man, starting now. Helen had finally gotten an offer on the house. Movers had been hired, and all he needed to do now was find a house for her and the kids in Ashe.
“Trent!” Gran exclaimed. “Xavier didn’t tell me you’d be here.”
Xavier whipped his head to stare at Trent in shock.
“I didn’t know,” he said.
Trent slid in for a hug, and he couldn’t miss the tension in Xavier’s body. He kissed his cheek and said, “I couldn’t miss Xavier’s big day. I saw the whole thing.”
He drew back to look in Xavier’s eyes and was relieved to see happiness there.
“Thank you for coming all this way. How long are you in for?”
“You have to come to our little celebratory dinner,” Gran added.
“Gran is making sweet potato pie,” Maggie chimed in. The young teen was such a little doll, with big brown eyes and a cute button nose to go with her brown curls. Genetics had treated her well.
“Sounds great,” Trent said with a grin. Turning to Xavier, he added: “And I’m here for as long as you want me.”
“So, does that mean—”
Maggie cut in over him. “Are you guys gonna get married?”
Beau elbowed her. “Don’t be such a kid. They’re not ready to get married. They barely got back together.”
“I’m not a kid!”
“Guys, please don’t fight about my love life,” Xavier said, and how he managed a straight face was beyond Trent.
Beau shrugged. “I’m just saying they’ll probably just live together and have sex and stuff.”
Twyla smacked her son in the back of the head.
“Ow! What? It’s true, right?”
Xavier glanced at him uncertainly.
Trent cleared his throat. “It’s okay. You’re both just curious. Truth is, we haven’t talked about what will happen because I’ve been out of town for a while.” He looked to Xavier. “I hope to one day have all those things with your uncle. When the time is right, maybe I can be part of your family too.”
Xavier’s eyes widened, but his hand fumbled for Trent’s and squeezed it.
“You’re already part of the family, honey,” Gran said. She reached up and grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks. “You always have been. You just got lost for a while.”
Trent tried to smile. “I really did.”
“I’m glad you found your way home,” Xavier said.
“Me, too, Xav. You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do.”
***
Xavier felt nervous when he finally followed Trent back to his apartment after a big family dinner to celebrate his graduation. He’d practically been living there while Trent was away, which his boyfriend had encouraged. It had helped him feel connected to Trent when so much distance separated them.
He felt embarrassed, though, when they stepped inside and he saw the clutter he’d left around the place. All the small touches that showed someone besides Trent lived here.
“Alone at last,” Trent said turning toward him.
“Sorry about the mess,” Xavier mumbled, brushing past Trent and hurrying to pick up the empty coffee cup and discarded clothes he’d left draped over the arm of the sofa. Why he had cared about his outfit when it was hidden beneath a graduation gown was a mystery.
“It’s fine, Xav …”
Trent trailed after him as he hurried to place the cup in the sink and head for the bedroom. Once there, he felt even worse.
The bed was unmade, blankets pulled down and sheets rumpled. More clothes were piled on a chair in the corner. His laptop still sat on the foot of the bed, and his e-reader rested on the side table next to an empty cereal bowl. He needed to stop leaving dishes everywhere.
“It usually looks better than this. I just …”
He faltered as Trent picked up a pair of red, lace panties from the floor. He fingered the material thoughtfully before looking up with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
“I’ll forgive you if you put these on for me.”
“Uh, now?”
“Right now,” he said firmly.
Xavier’s heart beat a little faster. He’d been worried about how Trent would react to how settled Xavier had become in his home, when they’d never discussed living together. They’d barely managed dating regularly before Trent had to go to Kansas City.
Now, with the way Trent’s eyes tracked his movements as he slowly undressed, he was tense in other places. He’d never be able to put on a pair of women’s panties in this condition, but these panties came from a men’s lingerie store with a little extra space for his dick. They would look absolutely lewd with his hard-on, but he figured Trent would appreciate the sight.
He unbuttoned the dress shirt he’d ended up wearing under his graduation gown and tossed it aside, leaving him in a tank undershirt that hugged his muscled torso. Then he kicked off his shoes and shed his gray slacks, taking an extra moment to peel off each sock. Red lace panties and men’s dress socks were not a match made in heaven.
He paused to check Trent’s expression. His boyfriend’s lips were parted slightly as his gaze panned up and down Xavier’s body quickly. Down. Up. Down. Up. And back down. Trent’s focus flickered from his chest, to his dick, to his legs to his dick, lingered, and then back up to his chest and arms again.
And Xavier wasn’t even naked yet.
He stopped undressing, waiting for Trent to notice. It took a few seconds. Trent jerked a little, as if he’d suddenly been caught staring at a stranger, and met Xavier’s eyes. He held up the undies. “Keep going.”
Xavier raised an eyebrow at the commanding tone.
“Please,” Trent added.
With a grin, Xavier made quick work of the rest of his clothes.
He expected Trent to shove the panties into his hand. Instead, his boyfriend lowered into a crouch. He put a finger in each side of the panties and held them outstretched so Xavier could step into them. Then he slowly slid them up Xavier’s legs, until he reached his crotch, where Xav’s hard dick was hard to miss.
With a smirk, Trent pulled the waistband out and carefully arranged the material so it covered Xavier.
“Seems kind of pointless if they’re coming off right away.”
Trent stood to meet his gaze. “Who says they’re coming off right away?”
He stepped back and admired Xavier’s body once more. A full-body shudder moved through him. “Fuck, you look good like this.”
Xavier’s smile turned shy. “How about you join me?”
Trent looked startled. “In wearing lingerie?”
Xavier laughed. “No. Not that I’d be opposed if you wanted to do it. I meant, how about you join me in stripping?”
Trent grinned. “That I can do.”
Xavier’s mouth watered as more and more of Trent’s body was revealed.
First, he tugged off his polo, revealing his lean, pale body covered in dark hair. Xavier seriously dug that contrast. Trent was light in coloring, yet his dark hair brought everything into a vividness it wouldn’t obtain on its own. His blue eyes looked sharper under dark brows; his fair skin a perfect cream beneath the scattering of hair arrowing down his abs to the treasure beneath his pants.
He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, seeming effortlessly confident. He tugged off his clothes as if he wasn’t on display for Xavier, making his pulse race with each article he removed.
“You seemed pretty nervous when we got here,
” Trent said casually, as he stepped out of his pants and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Xavier licked his lips. “Guess I was.”
Trent cocked his head to the side. “Why?”
His hands lingered at his waistband, not moving, and Xavier huffed in frustration as Trent’s dick, already half-hard in his briefs, remained covered. Xavier was aching with a full hard-on crammed into lace, and Trent was stalling.
“Do we have to talk about this now?”
Trent shrugged. “If something’s bothering you, I don’t want it between us. I’d rather have it be just me and you in that bed.”
“Oh, this bed?” Xavier sat down on the bed and scooted into the middle, splaying himself out in the center of Trent’s rumpled sheets.
“Yeah, Xav.”
Xavier slid a hand from the hollow of his throat down his chest to his abs, where he paused to circle his navel slowly with one finger. He could feel Trent’s eyes burning into him. He started to move his hand down to rub his dick through his panties, and Trent grabbed his wrist.
“You’re getting ahead of me,” he said.
“Then hurry up.”
With an annoyed sound, Trent pulled away and ripped down his underwear, then climbed on top of Xavier and kissed him roughly. Teeth mashed into lips, tongues wrestled for dominance, and then Xavier was lost in sensation. He gave up control, letting Trent take what he wanted, just enjoying the slip and slide of their mouths and the feel of Trent’s body pressing him into the mattress.
“We will talk when we’re done here.”
“You’re the boss,” Xavier said in a teasing voice.
He was kidding, but he also wasn’t. He was in the mood to let Trent take whatever he wanted from him today. He just wanted to let go and experience being with Trent after so long, without the worry of what they should do or when.
Trent seemed to get the message. He kissed Xavier again, then whispered in his ear. “I want you to suck my dick, and then I’m going to fuck you. And the whole time, you’re going to keep wearing those panties.”
“Fuck,” Xavier said, as he felt a surge of lust rise in him.
Trent then rose on his knees, straddling Xavier’s body, and shuffled his way up toward his head. Xavier adjusted the pillows behind him to elevate and tilt his head and opened his mouth.
They both moaned when Trent pushed inside.
***
Fuck. This wasn’t going to last long, if Trent wasn’t careful.
Xavier’s mouth was hot, wet and enthusiastic as he took Trent deep. A rough grip on Trent’s ass pulled him forward, encouraging him to let loose and fuck Xavier’s mouth. Jesus. It was incredible.
But now he couldn’t see those sexy lace undies. He didn’t know where the hell Xavier got them— they obviously weren’t from a women’s lingerie store, but for men— but goddamn, they looked hot.
He pulled out of Xavier’s mouth and turned around, so he could have the view he wanted. His position, straddling Xavier, allowed his boyfriend to continue blowing him, if at a more awkward angle.
Xavier moaned quietly when Trent rubbed his face over his lace-covered cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and then his mouth was back on Trent’s cock, sucking with even more enthusiasm.
Trent would have to keep this brief if he wanted to fuck Xavier before he lost it. He parted his lips and mouthed over the lace, nipping at hard flesh through the material.
Xavier lifted his hips, pressing against Trent’s mouth, begging for more. Trent wasn’t letting him out of the panties, though. He opened his mouth wider and started giving him a blow job, with the material still in place between him and Xavier’s skin.
Xavier made a tortured sound of frustration, but he didn’t let up on his own blow job, licking the head of Trent’s cock and sucking him in as far as he could— which wasn’t deep in this position.
Trent slid a finger down, moving the panties aside enough to press a spit-soaked finger into Xavier’s ass.
Xavier’s cock flexed in his mouth, and his man groaned deep with pleasure as Trent pushed his finger in to the knuckle. With barely a pause, he withdrew and then pushed in two. He aimed for Xavier’s prostate and—
Eureka.
Xavier bucked beneath him with a cry, nearly gagging Trent with his cock— even trapped as it was in red lace— before shoving his ass back down on Trent’s fingers, wordlessly begging for more. He panted against Trent’s cock, no longer able to blow him, but that was just as well. Trent was barely in control as it was.
Carefully, he slid his fingers out and clambered off Xavier’s body.
“Roll over,” he said, fumbling in the drawer for supplies as Xavier turned to obey. “Get on your knees and hold on to the headboard.”
Xavier followed his instructions, which stretched out his arms over his head a bit and pushed out his ass, which was mostly bare with the exception of a thin strip of red running between his cheeks.
Trent got in position, and with the briefest of prep, yanked aside that scrap of material and pressed his cock into Xavier. He held Xavier’s hip with one hand and guided his cock with the other until he slid inside.
“Oh fuck,” Xavier groaned as Trent filled him.
Trent paused, giving Xavier a moment to adjust to the cock inside him, and slid a hand around to fondle him through the lace.
“My dick isn’t exactly happy with this arrangement,” Xavier said, when he’d found his voice again.
Trent squeezed him. “Don’t worry. He’ll get his reward in the end.”
Then he started moving, and Xavier started moaning, his ass taking over his focus as Trent fucked with long, strong strokes that went deep. He aimed for Xavier’s prostate, hitting it enough to wrench aching cries from him and set his body to trembling.
When Xavier started begging, Trent was on a razor’s edge and about to lose it any second.
“Please, please, Trent. Oh God, please, I need to come.”
Trent leaned back and grabbed handfuls of Xavier’s ass as he watched himself power in and out of the man’s strong body.
“Fuck,” he gasped, losing his rhythm as he skated the edge of orgasm. “Do it, Xav. Jerk your dick and come for me.”
With a groan of relief, Xavier took a hand off the headboard and reached in front of him. He fumbled a minute, and then Trent saw the ripple of muscles working in his arm as he stroked his dick hard and fast.
“Fuck, fuck, so close.”
A moment later, Xavier tightened around him, his body quaking, and Trent lost it. One second he was barely holding back and the next he was riding waves of ecstasy, somehow missing the turning point. His cock spasmed, a shout escaped his throat and he collapsed against Xavier’s back, breathing hard.
Once he’d caught his breath, he eased out of Xavier and went to take care of the condom. When he returned, Xavier was holding the ruin of red lace underwear in his hands mournfully.
“Well, this pair is a goner,” he announced as Trent returned.
Trent grinned. “But what a way to go.”
Xavier laughed lightly. “Yeah. I’ve never had a lover so into the lingerie thing before. It’s always been more for me than anyone else.”
Trent eased into bed next to him and kissed his shoulder. “Do you mind?”
Xavier flashed him a smirk. “Nah. At least, I don’t have to feel bad about it. But if we keep doing this, it’ll get expensive fast.”
“I’ll buy you a new pair.”
“You better,” he said with a mock glare. “I loved those.”
“Me too,” he said emphatically. “Now, let’s talk about what was bothering you earlier.”
***
Xavier sighed. He was hoping Trent would just let his nervous awkwardness go, but no such luck. Trent wanted to talk, and Xavier knew his boyfriend well enough to know he wouldn’t let it go until they’d hashed it out.
Xavier avoided; Trent confronted. That’s just how it was with them. Which explai
ned why Xavier avoided telling Trent he couldn’t go to school with him until the last possible moment all those years ago, and also why Trent had lashed out angrily, confronting his feelings immediately without giving himself time to process.
The last thing he wanted was their opposing tendencies to clash like that in the here and now, so he did his best to explain.
“I’ve stayed here a lot while you were gone,” Xavier admitted.
“Yeah, I knew that. I said I wanted you in my bed, if I recall,” Trent said.
Xavier shrugged. “That was when you first left. Neither of us had any idea you’d be gone so long.”
“That’s true,” Trent said slowly. “You weren’t staying out of some sort of obligation, were you? I liked knowing you were here, but you didn’t have to stay.”
“No, it’s not that,” Xavier said, relieved to hear that Trent had wanted him there. “It’s just, I got pretty settled.”
He waved a hand toward the clothes on the chair in the corner. “I’ve basically been living in your apartment.”
“And that’s a problem because?”
Xavier dropped his hands to his lap, picking at a cuticle nervously. “You’re back, and like you told my family, we haven’t discussed our future. We never agreed to live together.”
“Xavier,” Trent said gently.
He put a hand to Xavier’s face, turning him so he could make eye contact.
Xavier moistened his dry lips, unnerved by Trent’s intense focus.
“I love you,” Trent said. “Of course I want to live with you. Stay here. Stay forever. Fuck it, I’ll marry you, if you’ll have me, and buy a house with you. Just be with me. Okay?”
Xavier looked stunned. Then he laughed. “For real? You’re gonna marry me?”
“If you want to marry me, yes. If you don’t, then just live with me. I don’t care about the details. Only that we’re together. And hell, at least if we’re married, we can’t get pissed at each other and do something stupid like we did last time.”
That struck Xavier as funny, and he laughed harder. Trent started to frown. Xavier wasn’t trying to be a dickhead, so he reined it in.
