by Trina Lane
It was a good thing their group was the only one in the small café. The place may be GLBT friendly, but the displays of affection had gone further than Matt intended. It seemed the moment he touched Trevor and Niall, all thoughts of decorum evaporated.
He looked at his men and smiled. “Come meet the gang.”
Matt stepped back and revealed the table of four men, waiting expectantly with smiles on their faces.
“Trevor and Niall, this is Ryan Ashton and his husband Ethan Harrison, Rick Connor and his husband Conor McGuire.” Matt indicated each man as he said their names. “Conor and Rick’s wife, Calleigh, and their children aren’t here, but I’m sure you’ll meet them at some point. Normally Logan and Clay would be joining us, but you know why they’re not here.”
Trevor nodded to the group. “It’s nice to meet everyone.” He looked up at Matt. “Have you spoken with Logan? How’s Clay doing?”
Matt guided Trevor over to the table. There were three chairs on the end and Matt sat between Trevor and Niall. His hand rested on Trevor’s shoulder. “Clay’s recovering. They expect to release him from the hospital later this week. I’m sure by now Logan’s hovering is driving him nuts,” he said, smiling.
Trevor laughed and the whole table appeared mesmerised by the musical sound. Matt had never heard such a carefree sound come from Trevor and was a bit caught up within its spell as well. The only man who wasn’t enthralled was Niall. Matt saw Niall sit back in his chair and casually sip from the glass of water in front of him with a smile on his face.
“I can picture Logan doing exactly that. I bet Clay wishes he could turn Logan off the same way his partner can.”
The whole table began to laugh at that comment. If Clay was annoying Logan, the man had a tendency to hit the power switch on his cochlear implant processors and ignore his lover. This of course drove Clay insane, but it was only done in good fun. If Clay caught on to Logan’s antics, he would then start sharing Logan’s secrets with whoever stood nearby. Since Logan could also read lips, the gag inevitably came to a quick end. Matt knew first hand that the pair never pulled either stunt during a real argument.
“So Trevor, you work with Logan at the crime lab?” Rick asked.
“Yes. I’m the audio and video guy. I started at the lab as a tech when I was twenty-two and took over the chief analyst position about a year before Logan joined the team. I also get to process electronic hardware for active cases. I can’t tell you how many pulverized cell phones, water logged flash drives and seemingly deceased computers I’ve resurrected.”
“Brilliant. So ye git ter play wi’ all kind av techie gadgets?”
Trevor smiled. “I have toys that would turn Steve Jobs green with envy.”
“Really,” Rick said, using his best Ace Ventura impression.
“Oh lord, don’t get those two started,” Ethan whispered, sitting next to Trevor.
“Why? What do the two of you do?”
“We’re both in the video game industry. Conor is a software engineer and I’m a game designer.”
“Do you have an Xbox? I want one so bad! The graphics look amazing and I’ve heard the play experience is out of this world. What’s your favourite game? I’m dying to try out the new Metal of Honour.”
“Of course we have an Xbox. You’re welcome to come play it sometime. We don’t have Metal of Honour, but I can probably get a copy from one of the other designers.”
Trevor’s mouth dropped open. “Oh! I didn’t mean… I wasn’t trying to imply… I get excited and my mouth runs away, sorry.”
Matt put his arm around Trevor’s shoulder and pulled him close. He placed a kiss on Trevor’s temple. He placed his lips against Trevor’s ear, “There’s nothing to apologise for, bello. Rick and Conor are good men. Their home is frequently a gathering place for everyone here.”
Trevor shrugged and looked at Matt, “Nevertheless that was rude. I apologise.”
“There’s no need, Trevor,” Rick said. “Our home is always open to friends and their partners. Hell, the place is a zoo anyway, what with three kids running and crawling around. What are a couple more animals?”
Conor nodded right as his cell rang and he stepped away to take the call. Matt saw Conor smile and say a few words. Two of them were distinctly ‘love you’. Conor came back to the table, but did not sit down. He placed his hand on the back of Rick’s head. Rick leant back against the touch then glanced up.
“That wus Calleigh. De boys are up from their nap, so play time is over, càran.”
Rick stood and waved to everyone. “That’s our cue. Trevor, it was nice to meet you. Niall, I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk, but we’ll be sure to remedy that very soon.”
Niall nodded, his silent presence making him anything but invisible. Niall’s bearing was one of silent strength. Some men spoke simply to be heard, some men didn’t speak for fear of being listened to, and some men used words to change the lives of those around them. Niall was in the latter group. He didn’t speak often, but when he did, Matt was always taken to another place. Every one of Niall’s words was carefully chosen with respect to their meaning and impact. He could be light-hearted or serious, sensual or silly, but always present one hundred percent of the time. Matt had never experienced somebody like Niall, and every day he learned a little more about the man who claimed to be his soul mate.
Trevor, on the other hand, was a little more confusing. Fiercely independent, occasionally socially awkward, and friendly but reserved. Most of the time his demeanour was quiet and rather introspective unless, apparently, he got excited or aroused, then you couldn’t stop the flood of words from escaping.
Yet Matt had witnessed more than once already that when Trevor let go of his tight control for even a moment, and morphed into a twenty eight year old outgoing man, as soon as the action was recognised, Trevor’s presence immediately shrivelled into a shadow of what he was with profuse apologies. Matt had to wonder if this behaviour somehow went back to Trevor’s childhood—a little boy walking on egg shells around parents too caught up in their own drama and diseases to recognise the effect on their child. There was still a lot to learn about Trevor, but Matt was looking forward to the lessons.
Matt, Trevor, Niall, Ryan and Ethan finished their late lunches. His two friends seemed to hit it off with his two lovers, and the atmosphere was comfortable, which made Matt exceedingly happy. He watched Trevor’s smile slowly creep back and heard Niall’s soft chuckle from time to time. Niall’s hand landed on Matt’s thigh beneath the table, the touch burning Matt through his track pants. Trevor had turned and was in a heated discussion with Ethan about classic movies—apparently Trevor was an enthusiast—his back against Matt’s arm. Matt opened up and let Trevor relax against him, wrapping his arm around Trevor’s waist and letting his fingers rub up and down Trevor’s stomach.
The combination of Trevor in his arms and Niall’s touch on his leg was causing Matt’s libido to kick into high gear. He wanted to feel the naked flesh of both these men again. He wanted to taste their skin and smell their arousal. His hand slipped beneath the wooden surface to cover Niall’s. A few adjustments and Niall’s hand covered Matt’s hardening cock arching across his hip. Matt almost let a groan escape when Niall squeezed and used the heel of his palm to rub the head. Trevor must have felt Matt tense because he tilted his head back, nearly upside down, to see what he and Niall were up to.
“E, I think it’s time to leave the love birds alone. I haven’t heard a word out of Matt for going on five minutes, and that has to be a record. Judging by the beads of sweat on his upper lip, I’d say Matt’s getting a bit hot under the collar—or possibly, pants.”
Ethan leant forwards and looked at Matt down the table. “Yes, I see what you mean. Flushed cheeks, dilated pupils. Oh, and lookie there—an erratic pulse throbbing in his neck. You’re right, Ry, either he’s about to throw his men on the table and ravish them or have a heart attack.” He looked over at his husband. “Do you think w
e should make our excuses or call 911?”
“I vote for ravishment,” Trevor said.
“I second,” Niall added.
Matt looked at Ethan and Ryan, both with smug expressions on their faces. “You heard them.”
Ryan stood and tossed some dollar bills onto the table. “Might I suggest you at least find somewhere a bit more private before your baser needs take control? I’m sure the patrons of this fine establishment wouldn’t mind see three stunning men writhing on the tables in ecstasy, but the health department might take issue.”
Matt looked down at Trevor, hanging upside down across his chest, and over at Niall next to him. “My place is only five minutes from here.”
Trevor sat up then stood. He moved between Matt and Niall then held out a hand to each of them. “Shall we?”
Matt glanced down at his lap. It was a good thing his pants were loose and he’d worn tight briefs for the game. The combination might prevent any mortal embarrassment. Matt heard Ryan’s laughter from across the table and figured the man must have caught on to Matt’s predicament.
“Shove it, Ashton, need I remind you of the time you—”
Ryan held out his hands. “Okay, okay. E, join me over here? We’ll act as a foil for our amorous associates.”
Trevor went up on his toes, but still couldn’t quite reach Matt’s ear. “Niall’s got you hard and wanting, doesn’t he? When we get to your place, I’m going to suck your cock.”
“Not helping!” Matt hissed.
Trevor shrugged and sauntered out of the restaurant.
Ethan let out a low whistle. “That man is dangerous.”
Niall and Matt looked at each other then said simultaneously, “You have no idea.”
Chapter Nine
Trevor held Matt’s hips, imprisoning him on the bed. Matt’s body was rigid with tension while Trevor feasted on Matt’s cock, causing the larger man to shudder and tremble. Trevor loved the power, the control over Matt—a man nearly twice Trevor’s size, but right now putty in his hands. Trevor focused on the tip of Matt’s cock. He slid his lips over the crown, swirled his tongue around the flange then allowed it to slip free. In and out, he sucked and licked—Matt’s hands in Trevor’s hair, holding him in place. When Trevor invaded the slit with his tongue, Matt’s fingers clenched and the strands of Trevor’s hair in Matt’s grasp strained at the roots. Trevor used one hand to grasp Matt’s cock. The rein prevented the long column from surging inside his mouth.
Niall forced Matt’s hands to release Trevor’s head. Trevor glanced up the length of Matt’s body to see Matt’s and Niall’s hands threaded together. Niall had Matt’s arms pinned to the mattress, their mouths locked together.
Trevor changed gears. He took a deep breath and sucked Matt’s cock down as far as he could. Not quite to the root, but close. He rose up and sank deep once again, taking the cock into his throat. With the next motion, he only swallowed half Matt’s length, then made the next two accept everything Matt had to offer. Trevor backed off and played with the tip. He licked at the precum that seeped from Matt’s body. The flavour exploded over Trevor’s taste buds.
Trevor loved to suck cock. He loved the feel of soft flesh over hardened steel sliding between his lips. He loved burrowing his nose into a man’s crotch and inhaling the scent of their arousal. He loved the taste of a man’s essence sliding down his throat when Trevor made his partner come.
Trevor’s free hand began to fuck Matt’s cock. The saliva-slickened skin slid in the palm of his hand as Trevor pumped Matt while he kept sucking and licking the head. He wished he could hear Matt’s sounds, but Niall’s mouth captured each moan, taking it within their other lover. Trevor caught the sound of a whimper when Niall backed away from Matt for a moment. Trevor wanted to exploit Matt’s vulnerability. He slid a hand between Matt’s legs, his fingers touching the sensitive dam beneath Matt’s sack. Another whimper escaped from the big man, thoroughly caught in Trevor’s and Niall’s sensual prison. Trevor took Matt’s cock deep again, as deep as he could while his slick finger breached Matt’s hole.
Tight, burning tissues clamped down on Trevor’s digit. Matt’s hips broke free and surged upwards. Thankfully Trevor was prepared, otherwise the onslaught could have caused injury. Matt came with a roar. Trevor massaged Matt’s balls with one hand and curled the finger inside Matt’s body to stimulate his prostate and prolong Matt’s climax. He tasted sweet with an underlying touch of sea salt. Trevor drank every ounce, only slowing when he sensed Matt’s body became too sensitive for further stimulation.
Matt panted as he tried to catch his breath. “You…are…amazing at that.”
Trevor smiled. “It’s my life’s work. I strive for excellence.”
“Come up here,” Matt said, holding out his arms.
Trevor crawled up Matt’s body. Trevor’s cock was hard as stone and he groaned when his flesh rubbed against Matt’s washboard stomach. Matt gathered Trevor into his arms and held him close. Trevor nearly purred at the sensation. Their lips met and Matt’s tongue slid inside Trevor’s mouth. Did Matt taste himself inside Trevor? Did he enjoy their mingling flavours?
Matt’s hands grasped Trevor’s ass, and Trevor couldn’t stop himself from thrusting against Matt’s body, his cock hungry for friction. Firm hands with long fingers smoothed up Trevor’s back. A pair of lips landed on the back of Trevor’s neck. He shivered at the touch.
“I want to watch Niall fuck you, bello. I want to hear you moan as his cock fills every empty space inside your body.”
“Yes,” Trevor whispered.
Matt rolled to the side and Trevor slid off his human mattress. He looked up at Matt, “How?”
“Hands and knees.”
Trevor turned over and presented his ass to Niall, who knelt on the bed with lube in hand. One slick digit smeared the cool gel around Trevor’s hole. The tip of Niall’s finger flicked over Trevor’s entrance, and Trevor tried to push back into Niall’s touch. He wanted that finger inside him. His need was deep and aching. Getting Matt off had pushed Trevor’s desire to the limits. Trevor was near begging, his head hanging between his shoulders, his hands clutched in the sheets. Finally, with firm pressure, Niall’s finger slid deep inside Trevor. It was perfect, and yet it wasn’t enough. He needed the escape only a good fucking could give him. Needed that release when his mind shut down and his body took over. When pleasure flooded his brain and the voices in his head were silenced for a brief period of time.
Three of Niall’s fingers now stretched him open. Trevor stopped breathing as Niall finally got his cock into position. He assumed at some point either Niall had donned a condom, or Matt had suited Niall up for the main event. The rounded head pressed against Trevor’s opening, pressure mounted and Trevor pressed against the wonderful intrusion. He wanted Niall to enter him quickly. Trevor wanted to feel the burn, but instead it was a slow possession. Trevor was unused to this type of fucking. His previous partners had all been of the slam bam, thank you sir variety. Niall’s claiming had Trevor nearly in tears at the tender, but no less all-consuming merging of their bodies. Trevor’s eyes were closed, his breathing ragged, and his hands held the sheets so tightly, Trevor felt his nails digging into his palms. Matt’s hands rubbed the back of his neck, soothed the strained muscles of Trevor’s arms. His deep voice whispered in Trevor’s ear, praising Trevor’s openness, his beauty, how incredible he looked speared on Niall’s cock.
He heard Matt ask if Trevor was ready for Niall to move. Yes. Yes please. Trevor’s back curved as if he were an animal getting mounted. Niall’s cock retreated, only to surge forwards once again. Back and forth. Exit and entry. Niall’s cock did exactly as Matt said it would. All of Trevor’s emptiness, loneliness and hunger faded away. Trevor didn’t miss the pain he’d convinced himself was needed to get out of his head. He loved this. He could grow to crave this.
Matt knelt in front of Trevor, bracing his body, preventing Trevor from moving into Niall’s thrusts. Trevor’s mind went blank
as Matt’s weight kept him pinned. Niall’s hand reached underneath Trevor’s body and grasped his cock, gripping hard and squeezing for a moment before he started to stroke with slow deliberate movements in rhythm with Niall’s thrusts. The constant low-level waves didn’t give Trevor the edge he needed to come, but continued to feed Trevor’s arousal. He had no control. His men had stripped him of his power.
“Fuck me,” he breathed. The words more a plea than a curse.
Trevor succumbed to Matt and Niall’s control. He felt Niall’s pulse beat inside him. Nonsense words babbled from Trevor’s lips. His mind and body entered a space never before attained. Niall’s sliding motions reached deep inside, deeper than a cock could reach. Matt’s hands slid over Trevor’s back, through his hair and down his arms.
Niall shifted and the new angle of his cock ignited nerve endings that had slept. Still the same slow, measured thrusts.
Trevor’s arms collapsed. His head landed on Matt’s quads, a half-hard cock thick beneath Trevor’s cheek. Trevor wrapped his arms around Matt’s hips and trusted his lover to keep him safe. His ass was now higher than before and Niall thrust downward, pegging Trevor’s gland. The spike in sensation was almost enough to pull Trevor from his meditative state.
“Our bodies are extensions of each other, our spirits entwined.” Niall whispered.
Trevor’s need increased slowly and steadily. It had to break at some point. He had to reach the pinnacle before he could fall into sated bliss, but the journey was beyond him. His body was a vessel, and Matt and Niall filled him with their essence. It was terrifying, it was exhilarating.