“I want it to be right now.” His eyes shifted between mine. “I…” He looked away and his jaw worked.
“Say it,” I implored, rubbing my palm over his bicep.
“I want to give you the only thing I haven’t yet.”
“Then I’ll have all of you.” I liked that. I liked the commitment and trust doing something like that also represented.
He nodded. Seconds later, his expression turned a little sheepish. “And yeah… I want to claim you.”
I laughed low, ignoring the pull in my chest. “Possessive bastard,” I said fondly.
His straight, white teeth flashed, but it was no match for the dimple that came out to play. Without thought, I swept my thumb along the indent and pressed in, finally, finally finding out how deep that little charmer really went.
Turns out it was deeper than it looked.
It went all the way to my soul.
Drew lowered his body, supporting his upper half with his elbows, and dipped his lips. Our kiss was soft and slow. It made me feel as if I were floating underwater and everything around us was muffled except for his lips.
“Trent?” he asked against my mouth.
“Yes, Forrester,” I murmured. “Take me.”
When he swooped down to kiss me again, I felt the acceleration of his heart against my chest.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered, pulling back. At my side, he paused, “You up for this? How bad are you hurting?”
“I’m not hurting at all,” I uttered, reaching down to stroke his cock through his boxers. “You’re a very good distraction.”
His muscles moved beneath the smooth skin of his arm as he pushed the hair back off his face. His lips were slightly swollen and his eyes were already heavy with desire. His hand closed around the abandoned bottle of lube at the same time his tongue caressed my nipple.
The rock-hard pebble vibrated with pleasure as he nibbled at it while his hand traveled south.
Careful to avoid my injured ribs, Drew kissed his way down my body. At one point, I got a little choked up when he grazed directly over the fracture. The kiss was so soft it was barely there, like the brush of butterfly wings when one fluttered too close, then flitted away.
No one had ever treated me with so much thought and care before. It was almost my undoing.
Before settling between my knees, he tossed away the boxers. His cock sprang free with enthusiasm, and I closed my fist around it and licked my lips.
Gently, Drew pushed away my hand, pulling it up to kiss my palm before returning it to my side.
I was already wound tight, already quivering with need.
Or honestly, maybe it was nerves. This was a really big thing for us. I wanted it to be everything he wanted.
My body sank into the blankets with every stroke and lick he bestowed. I loved the way he swirled his tongue around the tip of my cock and licked at the sensitive spot just beneath my head.
When he pushed my legs wide open, I felt vulnerable, but then he was back to sucking me deep into his mouth while dragging his nails lightly over my inner thighs.
My tip starting weeping salty tears, and he lapped it up and whispered he liked the way I tasted.
Honestly, if this was all we ever did together, it would be more than enough. He satisfied me on a bone-deep level, the kind of satisfaction that stayed with me long after we left the bed, long after his hand released my cock.
I couldn’t imagine it getting better.
Drew’s attention moved downward, massaging and licking my sack. One finger caressed and teased my taint, rubbing so close to my anus but skirting away before I could sigh with pleasure. Tension and need built inside me. Like a cup in danger of spilling over, I felt silky drops of cum lubricate my head.
I barely registered the sound of the bottle opening, but I noticed when his hands left my skin. Seconds later, he came back, and I felt the warm sensation of slippery wetness coating my skin. I shuddered because it felt so wonderful, and Drew began prodding my ass gently.
I was no stranger to this kind of play; he’d done this before. I knew at first, there would be a moment of hesitation as my body opened up for him. I barely thought of that anymore because I knew once his slippery finger slid inside, it would find that magic spot, and my limbs would start to tingle.
My hands were shaking and my stomach fluttered when I reached for his head. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I pulled him down to me, thrusting forward. His lips slid over my dick and sucked deep.
At the very same moment, his finger delved deeper and rubbed against my prostate. I moaned low, and he started working my hole as he worked my cock.
It was sweet torture, the sensation of his hand and mouth in synch. When he slipped a second finger inside me, I rocked against it, inviting more. As he pumped me gently, his thumb caressed my taint and the sensitive nerves all around the area.
I hissed a breath, and there was a popping sound when he released my dick from his mouth and sat back.
“More?” he asked, his voice throaty.
“More.” I pushed my ass against him. I felt the slippery smoothness of the lube as he added a generous amount and cautiously worked in a third finger.
I loved the care he showed. It was almost—almost—as good as the pads of his thick fingers nudging my prostate and making me quake.
I’d been slightly worried it might hurt, that three fingers would be too much.
I wanted more. I began rocking against him, begging.
Drew chuckled and, with his free hand, caught my cock to jack it slowly.
I gasped and nearly came up off the bed.
“You’re going to come so hard tonight,” he vowed, giving me a jerk.
I shuddered and fell back against the pillows. “I want more, Drew. Give me more,” I begged and reached between us for his dick.
The feel of him pulling out of me was almost enough to make me weep. I’d grown used to the pressure inside, to having him inside me. Drew moved quickly and reached back into the nightstand and pulled out a foil-wrapped packet.
I snatched it out of his hand and ripped it open with my teeth. “Here.” I crooked a finger at him, and he thrust his hips forward so I could grab his cock and roll the latex over his incredibly steely rod.
“Damn,” I murmured, stroking it just because. “You’re so fucking hard. You want this.”
He made a sound. “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
“Me, too.” I released him and reached for my own length.
He made a tsking sound and pushed my hand away. His body hovered close, and he rubbed his sheathed cock against mine. Automatically, my legs spread and my hips lunged upward.
His tongue licked across my lips, and I forgot about my cock as we kissed deep.
Since I was ready and he wanted me to stay that way, his hand went back down to my ass, where he began teasing and fingering all over again.
I ripped my mouth free of his.
“Forrester,” I growled.
“Me, too, frat boy,” he murmured, sliding down my body. “I’m ready, too.”
This could have been an awkward moment. This could have been scary and uncomfortable.
It wasn’t.
We were best friends first. We knew each other too well for that to happen. I read him and he read me. It was like we were different chapters but of the same book. We had a deep enough connection and a strong enough sense of familiarity with one another to prevent any awkwardness from getting in our way.
Intimacy closed in like thick fog on a rainy morning. I shoved my legs wide, and he covered his thick and ready cock with lube. We were always very generous with the liquid. When he was done covering himself, he rubbed his slick fingers around my rim one last time before pumping my erection and making me pant.
Drew positioned against me, holding his rod at the base. “T,” he rasped, “if you want me to stop—”
“I’m not gonna want you to stop.”
He half
smiled. “I will if you need me to.”
“I know, Forrester.”
I love you.
My body automatically stiffened when I felt the slick, swollen head against my sensitive skin. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I waited for that first push of penetration, for the second of pressure that came with his breech.
He didn’t shove himself in, though. Instead, he rocked against my hole, back and forth, back and forth. His hand closed around my cock, and he jacked me in the same rhythm.
“More,” I asked.
He slid deeper.
A sound unlike anything I’d ever made before vibrated the back of my throat. My body stretched around him and loosened.
It felt…
Incredible.
“Ohmymotherfuckinggod,” Drew rushed out. I could feel his body trembling, fighting to keep still.
“Drew?” I glanced up, making sure he was okay.
His eyes were closed, nothing short of bliss written on his features. Without thinking about it, he rocked a little deeper, and I moaned.
His eyes shot open with alarm, and our gazes collided.
Instead of telling him how much I liked it, I started to move, bearing down on his length and feeling every inch of him stretch and rub my inner walls.
“You squeeze me in all the right places,” he murmured as his hands hit the mattress of either side of my hips.
“Move, Forrester,” I urged. “Fuck me.”
A growl ripped out of his chest, and his hips began to thrust.
Oh God, he was a beautiful sight above me. The way he moved was unlike anything I’d felt before. Even though it was tight, the pressure was delicious. He slid in and out, spearing me over and over with ease, and the silky moisture of the lube coated me in all the right places.
And then his swollen tip hit my prostate. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“T?” Drew stilled, looking down at me.
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” I ground out and shoved down on his dick.
His smile was brilliant, and he moved with renewed force. This time he was a little rougher, a little deeper, like he knew exactly where to hit.
I shuddered and grabbed for his hands. He only let me have one, linking our fingers together.
“I’m not gonna last much longer, man.” He panted, pushing deep and holding himself there. “I want to see you come.”
Before I could say anything, he grabbed my pulsing cock and worked it. His dick was still buried deep, and he rocked farther. His head came right up against my prostate, and my stomach muscles started to quiver.
“There,” I rasped.
He repeated the same action with his hips and pressed the pad of his thumb against the base of my head.
My shoulders came up off the bed as an orgasm nearly ripped me in two. It was so powerful I felt a twinge of pain in my ribs, but even as I registered it, I forgot it.
One of Drew’s hands slapped over my mouth just before I gave a yell as my body quaked and I emptied all over my chest.
God. Damn.
He left his hand over my lips until I collapsed against the bed, panting and sweating.
His hand left my cock and his hips started moving frantically, pounding in me, chasing the orgasm building in his balls.
I bore down until I felt them between my legs and a choked sound came out of his throat.
“Now.” He jerked back, but I was ready for him and lifted my legs to lock them around him, pressing him deep once more.
“Trent, I can’t hold it.”
“Go,” I told him. “I want it all.”
His eyes flared, then rolled back in his head. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and a renewed sense of desire washed over me. Even with the condom, I felt his seed spill out as he trembled through the pleasure.
Even after the orgasm released him, he jerked with tiny aftershocks. Drew went boneless, all the tension left his body, and when his eyes found mine, there was wonder shining in them.
He swayed a little, like he was off balance. He was still inside me, and I wasn’t ready to let that go.
“Come here.” I grabbed for him and pulled him down.
He held himself stiff, not wanting to put his weight on my ribs, and I made a frustrated sound, wrapped both my arms around his body, and held him close.
“I can take it for a minute.” I promised.
He sighed, and all his weight settled.
I wasn’t sure what was better, lying here with him in a tangle of limbs, slick with sweat, or the orgasm that almost tore me in two.
Lie alert! I knew.
The orgasm.
But holding him like this was a close second.
A few minutes later, he lifted his head. “Please, frat boy. Please tell me you liked that.”
“Uh, you’re literally lying in my jizz.” I patted his back. “And if you hadn’t slapped your hand over my mouth, I’m pretty sure the entire house would have heard us.”
“I don’t even care,” he muttered, his cheek pillowed on my shoulder again.
A rush of tenderness overcame me. Impulsively, I kissed his hairline. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”
It was the honest truth. It was the reason I never pushed for sex and wanted to take it slow. It was the reason I would have waited for years.
He laughed.
Seconds later, he rolled onto his side and faced me. I turned my head so I could look into his eyes. “I’d been nervous about it until tonight,” he admitted.
I nodded, understanding. “Why not tonight?” I asked.
“I almost lost you.”
Sometimes he spoke so honestly it made me ache.
“It made me realize the only thing I was truly scared of was anything you weren’t around for.”
I wanted to turn on my side and mirror his position, to bring my nose close to his. I couldn’t because of my ribs, because I was sore from all the movement, but I would never admit that. I would never ever say anything to spoil what we just shared.
I settled for scooting a little closer, turning my head a little farther. I found his hand and grabbed on. “I asked the eight ball about us again,” I confided.
His eyes widened. “What did it say?”
I made a face. “Don’t count on it.”
“Fucking eight ball.” He chuckled.
“I’m beginning to think it has a problem with gays.”
He threw back his head and laughed. The force of it made him roll away a little. When he glanced back at me, I nodded sagely, and he started laughing all over again.
I will never stop loving him.
Never.
He could kill a thousand people, run off with a woman, and steal all my money and my heart would still skip a beat for him.
When he was done laughing, he rolled close again.
“I learned something, too, though.” I began. “The second that stupid answer floated to the surface, everything in me revolted. Even though it was the answer I wanted to see, I was hoping it would say different.”
“Nothing like being told what you don’t want to hear to make it crystal clear how you really feel,” he surmised.
“For the record, I never really wanted to end things.”
“I know.” His eyes searched mine like he was looking for anything maybe I wasn’t saying.
“This isn’t going to be easy, Drew.” I warned him again. I don’t know why I felt the continued need to caution him about what being with me might cost.
His hand tightened around mine. “Like I said, the only thing I’m truly scared of is anything you won’t be around for.”
“I’ll always be here for you.” I promised.
“You and me against the world?” he asked, his tone lightening again.
I smiled. “I like our odds.”
“And for the record.” He began as he covered my package with his hand. “That was literally the best sex of my life. Good luck keeping me off you now.”
Warmth spread throug
h my limbs. It felt a lot like genuine happiness.
So when the voice in the back of my head began to whisper about all the things Drew and I had yet to face, I ignored it.
The sun wouldn’t come up until tomorrow.
Drew
Morning came too fast. If I could have, I would’ve stayed in bed half the day. It was no secret I wasn’t a morning person, but getting to wake up with T beside me made it even worse.
For the first time since our first weekend together, he didn’t have to sneak out. I got to feel his body close by even as the sun’s rays began peeking through the blinds.
Because of his injuries, I resisted the urge to wrap myself around him, and I knew he was used to doing the same. Instead, I settled for pushing along his side as tight as I dared so we were pressed together as much as possible without me jarring his body.
“Downstairs in thirty!” Romeo called through the bedroom door as he lightly pounded on the wood.
The only reason I heard was because it seriously disturbed my comfortable state.
When no one answered, Romeo knocked again.
“Okay,” Trent called out, sleep thick in his tone.
Romeo stopped knocking and moved off down the hall. I groaned pathetically and rolled so I could face T. I kept my eyes closed, wanting to hold on to as much of the morning as I could before our family meeting so rudely interrupted.
Trent’s laugh was deep as his palm settled over my jaw and rubbed at my stubble.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he liked it. I’d never been one to keep the scruff very long, usually shaving for work, but not anymore. Anything tempted him to touch me was going to stay.
“I like not sneaking out at the crack of dawn,” he murmured, still rubbing across my jaw.
“I like waking up to you,” I told him, still reveling in his touch.
His lips replaced his hand. Softly they fluttered over my cheek and at the corner of my mouth. When he started to pull back, I grabbed his neck and kept him there, slipping my tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply.
“Better than coffee.” My voice was gruff when I let go.
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