by Trina Lane
“He agrees. I guess I’ll call Ryan?” Trevor looked over at Matt. “Do you know his number?”
Trevor seemed unsure. Niall understood Trevor’s reluctance. Over the last couple of months, Niall and Trevor had gotten together with Ethan and Ryan a few times, but they were hardly at the close friend stage yet. And despite Ryan’s friendliness, Niall would have hated to make a cold call like Matt was asking Trevor to do.
“Why don’t I call him, hmm? Would that be easier?” Matt asked.
Trevor nodded enthusiastically. “Thanks.”
Matt placed a quick kiss on Trevor’s lips and took the phone from Trevor’s hands. Niall sat back on the sofa and pulled Trevor into his arms.
“You okay?” he asked, softly.
“Yeah. It’s a little surreal having this tight knit group of friends you and I have become a part of. You and Matt are my world, but it’s nice to know they’re there for us. ”
Trevor’s head rested on Niall’s shoulder. His honey had been through a lot that day, and despite Trevor’s earlier nap, Niall sensed his body and mind were still exhausted. They sat in silence, simply enjoying being together.
A few minutes later Matt returned and handed Trevor his phone.
“It’s all set. Ryan and Ethan will meet you and Logan at headquarters, then all four of you will head for Newbury. It’s going to be cold, so make sure you take care of yourself.”
Niall felt Trevor’s body stiffen against him. Trevor stood and Niall saw the flare in his eyes to come back with biting remark, but then the azure orbs softened and Trevor simply put his arms around Matt.
“I will. Thank you.”
Matt hugged Trevor back, and the two shared a kiss. It was beautiful to watch them. Matt’s olive skin and dark hair against Trevor’s distinctly more pale features and colouring. Matt’s large muscled body wrapped so gently around Trevor’s slighter frame. Trevor stood on his toes to get closer to Matt, but the added inches only helped so much. Suddenly Matt scooped Trevor up into his arms and headed back for the bedroom. Trevor’s laughter echoed in the hallway as Niall set about shutting off all the lights and making sure the door was locked. He made a pit stop into the hall restroom then went to join his lovers.
As Niall entered the room, he was greeted by the sight of Matt and Trevor’s nude bodies entwined on the bed. Matt was working Trevor open, and the sight of Matt’s long fingers buried inside Trevor’s body caused Niall’s mind to blank. Raw, pure desire flooded his system. Niall divested himself of his clothing and sat in the chair beside the windows. With his legs spread, Niall slowly stroked his cock to hardness while keeping his eyes trained on Matt and Trevor’s mating on the bed.
Matt looked over at Niall. “Are you going to join us?”
“In a minute. I’m enjoying this view. The two of you are so beautiful together.”
Matt smiled and went back to sucking on one of Trevor’s nipples. With each pull, Niall watched Trevor’s cock twitch as if Trevor’s nipples had a direct line to his cock. Niall stopped the motion of his hand as an idea came to him. He quietly left the bedroom and walked down the hall to his office where he stored his equipment.
Niall grabbed his Nikon D3S—because it had the best sensitivity for low light—and attached a fifty millimetre lens. He quickly walked back to the bedroom. Matt and Trevor hadn’t moved from the position they’d been in before Niall left. He quickly set the camera to a low aperture to allow all the natural light from the windows to reflect on the lens. A high ISO rating would keep Trevor and Matt’s bodies in sharp focus. Niall put his eye to the viewfinder and snapped a quick frame. The sight on the screen showed Matt’s fingers buried deep inside Trevor’s body, Trevor’s hand in mid-stroke on his cock and their lips centimetres away with the briefest glance of their tongues playing. Their bodies glowed on the sheets and details of the room were softened by the filter he’d chosen. It was almost as stunning as watching them in person.
“I think we’re being filmed, bello. Why don’t we give our lover a show?”
Matt’s voice was low in the room, but the wicked intent in his eyes as he turned to look at Niall was unmistakable.
Matt flipped their bodies so Trevor straddled him. Another shot—Trevor’s head thrown back as their cocks rubbed side by side between Matt’s long legs. The head of Matt’s cock nestled in between the cheeks of Trevor’s sweetly rounded ass. Niall knelt beside the bed and captured the moment just before Trevor and Matt’s lips collided together. Eyes closed, mouths open, cheek against cheek, nose against nose. Trevor’s eyes opened and Niall clicked the shutter—naked need, lust and love reflected in an image that Niall would cherish for all time.
Matt shifted their bodies once again. Niall moved his position to against the wall beside the bedside table. This gave him a full view down the length of Trevor’s body. Trevor ended up on his knees, chest pressed to the bed, braced on his elbows. Matt spread Trevor’s ass cheeks and Niall snapped a shot right as Matt’s tongue began to circle Trevor’s rosette. Every muscle on Matt’s body rippled in the moonlight, the perfect contrast to Trevor’s smooth skin.
Niall then adjusted his position to stand just behind and to the side of Matt. Matt had put the condom on and began to press his way into Trevor’s entrance. Niall shot picture after picture, never before more glad for the camera’s ability to shoot nine frames per second. Each thrust, each clench of muscle on Matt’s body as he fucked Trevor was captured. Trevor’s lithe back arched, his hips pressed back against Matt. Niall moved so he could capture Matt’s face the moment he came.
Tendons stood out in relief, eyes squeezed tight, hands clenched on Trevor’s hips, pelvis tilted for maximum penetration—all coalescing into stark beauty. Matt roared and Trevor cried out as he came without a single touch to his cock.
Niall’s hands shook as he set his camera down. His breath huffed in and out of his chest as if he’d been the one on the bed. His cock throbbed as he collapsed on the bed beside his men. Two ravenous mouths attached themselves to Niall’s body—one sucking on his balls, another swallowing his cock. He didn’t know who was where, but didn’t care as long as neither of them stopped. He was almost there, ready to fall over the edge into oblivion. He needed something, he didn’t know what, and then it happened. Somebody reached up and pinched Niall’s nipple. A wave of pleasure crashed over him, and Niall tumbled beneath the onslaught. He came and came, each shot leaving his cock in a fiery blast.
They were all lying in bed several minutes later, Matt and Niall in their usual positions on either side of Trevor. Niall and Trevor’s fingers were locked together beneath the blankets and Matt’s arm was thrown across Trevor, his hand rested on Niall’s hip.
“So…that was interesting. Can’t say I’ve ever performed on camera before.”
“Does it bother you? Because I can erase them.”
It would kill a small part of him, but Niall would if the end product made either of his loves uncomfortable.
“Hell no. I wanna see them,” Trevor chimed in.
Matt chuckled. “No, caro. It doesn’t bother me. It was actually kinda fun.”
Niall smiled. “It was. I had no idea watching could be so erotic. It was different behind the lens but the separation only made it that much more intense. I’ll print some of them out.”
“The only bad part is that you weren’t in any of them,” Trevor pouted.
“We’ll do it again sometime. I’ll set up a tripod or something.”
“How will the camera go off or focus or anything?” Matt asked.
“Remote control.”
“No way!” Trevor exclaimed.
“Yep. You’re not the only one who gets to play with toys on a daily basis.” Niall tweaked Trevor’s nose while Matt laughed softly beside them.
Chapter Fourteen
Trevor sat in the backseat of Ethan’s Camry coupe. Logan sat beside him, and Ryan had commandeered the front passenger seat. Ryan angled his body and looked back at Trevor and Logan.
“Okay men, here’s how it will play out. We do not separate under any circumstances. I don’t care if something sparkly catches your eye or you have to take a piss, got it?”
Trevor nodded.
“Good. Now Trevor, what is it that you’re looking for? I want to have some kind of plan so we’re not aimlessly wandering eight blocks of stores.”
“Well, the thing is I’m not really sure. I mean, I need to get something for Matt and Niall, but I don’t know what to get them.”
“Do you have an idea as to the general category?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know electronics, clothing, housewares, or are you looking for something off the beaten path?”
Trevor felt his heat infuse his cheeks. “Well, I was maybe thinking of something for the condo. It seems as though Matt may win the bet, and I thought it would be nice to get them something to show I want to live with them.”
“So how about you get an item that will be meaningful to the three of you. Something you can share,” Ethan interjected.
Trevor couldn’t help the little devil from dancing on his shoulder, “I don’t think they have sex shops on Newbury.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Perv. He meant something for your home. An item that says you’re ready to take things to the next level.”
“You caught all that?”
Logan nodded with a big smile. “It helped that I could read his lips in the rear view mirror.”
Trevor returned Logan’s smile. Trevor knew how much it meant to Logan to be able to participate in conversations again. When Logan successfully accomplished small, everyday tasks people with normal hearing took for granted, it was a huge victory.
“So educate me, O domesticated ones.”
“Dishes,” Ryan said.
“No, we’ll already be combining the contents of Matt and Niall’s kitchens, though I don’t really have one to speak of.”
Logan snorted, “You have one plate, one bowl, two cups, maybe two sets of utensils and three pots.”
“So, Julia Child I’m not. Sue me.”
“Monogrammed towels?” Ethan threw out.
Trevor shook his head. “Too het.”
“Hey, we have those!” Ryan argued
“Fine, too dorky then.”
“Picture frames?” Logan suggested.
Trevor stared at Logan. “You do realise who I will be living with, right?”
“Right. Sorry, forgot one-third of you is a famous photographer.”
“Matching jewellery?” Ryan proposed.
“I don’t wear it, and I can’t picture Matt or Niall sporting the bling. The monogrammed idea isn’t bad, it’s the towel part I don’t like.”
“So why don’t you get each man something the he would actually use, then have the monogram engraved? That way the gift is individualised but still a symbol of your commitment,” Logan said.
Trevor thought it over. It was a good idea. Unfortunately it didn’t bring him any closer to deciding on the actual item to purchase. There could only be so many things you can engrave, right? Trevor peered between the two front seats and saw they had reached their destination. By some miracle, Ethan pulled into the parking lot at the exact moment another shopper was leaving. They all cheered and scrambled out of the car.
Trevor started to walk towards the sidewalk when the back of his coat was snagged and he was brought to a sudden stop. He spun around and his eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of Ryan’s holster beneath his jacket. He really was carrying. He caught Ryan’s gaze and the man nodded.
Ethan slapped his gloved hands together. “Let’s do this!”
They took off as a group, and Trevor felt as though he had an entourage. Ryan stood on his right, Logan his left and Ethan the rear. Trevor suspected the latter was so Ethan could watch his husband’s ass as they walked down the street. Some of the shops were nice to look in but completely out of Trevor’s budget. None of them had any items that called to Trevor. He was ready to give up when they turned a corner to check out some of the shops just off Newbury. Something reflected in a window, catching Trevor’s attention. He headed over to the window and saw the shop specialised in personalised gifts.
“Look Trevor! This should be perfect,” Ethan exclaimed.
They infiltrated the shop and immediately swarmed the corners. Trevor headed straight for the desk sets. He’d been to Matt’s office once and knew there was big executive desk. He discounted the paper weights and crystal clocks immediately. Then his eyes landed on a piece in the back corner of the display shelf. The box sat on a slant and housed a built in photo frame, business card holder, pen stand and when he picked the item up the lid flipped up to reveal a hidey for sticky notes. He could put a picture of him, Matt and Niall in the frame and the display showed a silver engraved bar at the base for the proposed monogram.
Trevor looked over his shoulder to find Logan. He stood a couple of feet away, looking at a glass tankard adorned with a metallic emblem of the Army’s crest. Logan’s fingers traced the edges of the emblem slowly. Trevor walked over and put his hand on Logan’s back.
“Do you miss it?”
“Sometimes. I miss the guys. I miss Adams. Matt was right the other night. I’m no longer the man I was as a Ranger, but he’ll always be a part of who I am today.” Logan set the glass back on the shelf with reverence. “What did you find?”
Trevor showed Logan the desk set. “I was thinking of putting in that picture you took of us at Christmas. You know the one where we look like a step ladder?”
“Oh yeah, except I think the three of you looked more like a triangle. Matt and Niall stood behind you with their arms around each other and you. It’s a nice photo.”
“I like it. It seems like there should be enough room for the monogram at the bottom, right?”
“I don’t see why not. What about Niall? Have you found something for him yet?”
“No, I kinda zoomed in on this first thing.”
“Let’s go see if Ryan and Ethan have seen anything that would work.”
They found the other pair over by a display of pocket watches. Trevor remembered the watch Ryan had given Ethan, with the special engraving inside.
“I think watches are your thing, Ryan,” Trevor said, smiling.
Ethan touched the silver disc on his left wrist, and the two shared a smile.
“I like pocket watches. They’re cool in an old-fashioned way. Makes me think of times when men were gentlemen. Always top hats, vests, long coats and fashionable canes,” Ryan said.
An idea popped into Trevor head and he spun in a circle, trying to locate the item he sought. He saw them sitting on a display table not far away. He dashed over to look at the possibilities. One caught his eye immediately and he knew it would be perfect.
He held them up for the group to see. “What do you think?”
“Cufflinks?” Ethan asked.
“Yes. Instead of his initials, I’ll put ours. Niall always has to go to these fancy gallery showings and stuff. I know they’re having some kind of reception for him while he’s in the U.K. Wouldn’t it be cool if he could wear these and know that we’re there with him in spirit?”
“Nice, Trev. Good choice.”
Trevor shrugged. “It was Ryan’s little speech that made me think of it. I modernised it, that’s all.”
* * * *
Soft music softly filled the air of the Irish pub, and a glass of good whisky had made Trevor warm and happily mellow. He leant against Matt’s shoulder, and one of Matt long arms pulled him close.
“Did you have a good shopping trip, bello?”
“Yep.”
“What’d you get me?”
“Not gonna tell, it’d ruin the surprise,” he pouted.
“Maybe if we get him another drink he’ll spill the beans. You know he’s a light-weight,” Niall joked.
“Forget it. These lips are sealed.”
Matt leant in close and put his mouth against Trevor’s ear.
“I hope they don’t stay that way. I’m rather fond of those lips. They do such delicious things.”
Matt’s kiss took Trevor by surprise. It was a good thing the group had snagged one of the dark corners when they came in. The privacy protected them from curious eyes while canoodling.
Trevor’s hand secured itself to the back of Matt’s neck as he thrust his tongue into the dark recesses of Matt’s mouth. A lingering taste of the scotch Matt had sipped played over Trevor’s taste buds. Matt’s body pressed close was so good, and the deep, carnal kisses consumed Trevor’s soul.
“Good lord, let the man breathe, Matt!” Logan exclaimed.
Matt pulled back and brushed his lips against Trevor’s. Trevor hummed as Matt nuzzled into his neck. His soft breath exhaled against the wisps of hair behind Trevor’s ear. Time stood still.
“No worries, Trevor is very good at breath control,” Niall quipped.
Logan’s deep laughter rattled around in Trevor’s head and broke the spell Matt had placed him under. He looked across the table and scowled at Logan.
“So the little runt’s a slut, good to know. Now I can tease him unmercifully at work.”
Trevor’s leg shot out and landed right in the middle of Logan’s shin.
“Ow! Fine, you’re not a slut!”
This time Trevor aimed for the other shin.
“Fuck! Trev! What the hell? I apologised.”
“I’m not a runt.”
The entire table erupted with laughter. Logan scrambled for the remote to his implant processors and quickly hit a few buttons.
“Let me get this straight. You take exception to the moniker ‘runt’ but not ‘slut’?”
Trevor scoffed, “Take a look at the two men I sleep with. They can fuck me forwards, backwards and sideways from now until the end of time for all I care.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan to me, honey.” Niall said then claimed a kiss of his own.
“Oh lord, there they go again.”
“I think it’s sweet. You’re crabby because Clay’s back at work. If he was here, the two of you would be sucking face just as much,” Ethan chimed in.