The Drumbeat of His Heart
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“It’s not my first time. Not really. I’m always the one on top,” said Trent, struggling to get the words out past the pillow. They sounded weak, even to his own ears.
“It’s okay.” A warm kiss settled in the middle of his back as two hands swept down his sides. He spread his legs as the hands urged him wider so the heat could settle behind him. The position made the hairs rise on the back of his neck, so he pushed himself up to his hands and peered over his shoulder.
Ian was spreading another layer of lube over his covered cock and lining himself up. His eyes were half-lidded and so dark that there was hardly any colour left at all. He simply stared at his goal with a dazed look and bit his lip hard enough that the freshly healed split began to bleed again.
Ian pressed in with a single smooth motion. It was so much easier in this position that Trent let out a sigh of relief. He felt more open and relaxed with the angle, and it didn’t threaten to hammer against his prostate again. Instead, the large cock slid safely by with only the barest hint of toe-curling heat. When Ian settled deep, Trent could feel every inch of him against his sensitive nerves, but the pain was gone.
Ian grasped his hips and pulled him back as he thrust inside again. It drove a small grunt from Trent and a gasp as the sensation sweetened. He suddenly wanted it harder, deeper and hotter. He rocked back, meeting the next thrust with full force. Their skin slapped together with a startling noise in the quiet bedroom.
“Harder,” said Trent as he dropped his head down between his arms. Ian responded instantly and snapped his hips to drive himself deep. Trent felt the first part of his orgasm start to unravel as the cock twitched within him. He snuck a hand between his legs to grasp his cock, but it threw him off balance with the force of the thrusts behind him.
Ian moved with the fall, grabbing Trent’s leg and lifting it up. Ian’s cock slipped out of him and he groaned from the loss. Ian straddled one of his legs and brought the second one up until he was forced to roll onto his side. After a moment of fumbling around the sheets, the blunt head was pushing back into him, slicked again with fresh lube.
The position was good. It let Ian thrust deeper into Trent and brush slightly harder against his bundle of nerves. It wasn’t the brutal onslaught from before, but the perfect combination of power and pleasure. Even with his legs splayed so far apart, Trent didn’t feel a single moment of shame or embarrassment. His face was flushed with pleasure instead.
“I’m going to come. You ready for me, T?” Ian’s hips stuttered against him.
Trent’s cock flexed at the man’s words, so close that it actually hurt. Ian crept a large hand down his thigh and skimmed across his groin to his cock, circling him with his fingers and jerking twice before he started to shoot.
“Fuck,” Ian cursed above him as he pumped his hips and tightened his grip.
Trent clamped down on the large cock inside him as it thrust deep one last time. He could feel every vein and bump as the cock twitched and poured into the sheath that separated them. He ground back against it to move it over his prostate and prolong the pleasure.
Ian pulled out with a sigh and fell to the side of the bed with a muffled grunt. Trent winced at the sudden emptiness. He reached back, his fingers prodding at his loosened furl. The edges were hot and sensitive to the touch as he skimmed along them. He could dip inside so easily with his fingertips. It was smooth and warm, and it still tingled from the overload. His hand came away dripping with thick lube that was already drying on his fingertips.
He let it fall away and collapsed to the side on the queen-sized bed. The orgasm had drained the energy from his limbs, leaving him loose and warm in the chilled room. His heart was thudding as it tried to catch up, but his breath was calm. He watched Ian through half-lidded eyes as he waited for the man to say something. Now that it was over, a looming force was making itself known. If Trent were in Ian’s position, this would be his cue to get cleaned up then head out. Something about that terrified him.
Ian grimaced as he pulled the condom off his softening cock. He tied it off and looked around the room for a second before he set it on the bedside table. A little frown settled on his face as he performed the movements with automatic precision. Trent wondered dully if he was just another notch on this man’s bedpost. He’d certainly made a point of expressing his experience.
“Crap,” Ian’s frown deepened as he looked over at Trent, his eyes settling on his groin. “I forgot to play with that.” He motioned to the piercing. “Next time.”
The weight lifted from Trent’s chest as he broke into a laugh.
Chapter Four
He showered again in record time, only lingering to remove the thick lube and cum that had dried on his chest and thighs. The water still ran cold and almost immediately leached the blush from his skin. When he stepped back into the bedroom, Ian was scrolling through his phone with a dim smile. His discarded clothes were on the bed next to him instead of on the floor in the hall, but he’d made no move to put anything on.
“You’re up in the shower. If you give it a few minutes, it should be warm again,” said Trent as he pulled a dry T-shirt over his head. He skimmed through the drawer, looking for something that would fit Ian. “Wait! Didn’t you have a suitcase with you or something if you were traveling?”
“No, just a day bag, and I forgot that in the trunk.” Ian glanced up from his phone. “I wasn’t really expecting to take a trip. I just got in the car and drove. Hotels have laundry services, toothpaste and all that crap. I didn’t need much else.”
Trent swept to the bottom of the drawer, pulling out a shirt that he knew didn’t fit him. It had been from his mother for his birthday the previous year. She had bought something that she knew to be a size too big, declaring that he could simply grow into it during his next growth spurt. He would always be a growing teenager in her eyes.
He tossed the shirt to Ian, who caught it with his left hand without looking, while he continued to scroll though his phone with his right.
“You right-handed or left?” Trent asked as he crouched down to his pants drawer.
“Ambidextrous.”
“How does that work for jerking off then?” Trent smirked as he pulled out a pair of too-large sweat pants and threw them at Ian.
Ian laughed, tossing his phone across the bed and catching the pants with his right hand this time. “Maybe I don’t have to jerk off.”
The heavy feeling settled back into Trent’s gut, but he quickly shrugged it off. “Even married guys jerk off. They probably jerk off more, actually.”
“Not married.” Ian grunted and pushed himself off the bed. He stepped up to Trent, pushing him back and crowding him against the dresser. He pressed his lips to Trent’s smiling ones, then he slipped his tongue into Trent’s mouth with no preamble.
Trent groaned, going to his tiptoes and wrapping one hand around Ian’s neck to pull him closer. The man pulled back with a smile that lit up his eyes. “You saved me from having to jerk off tonight. My hands appreciate the break. They were starting to get calluses.”
Trent remembered those calluses and how they felt against his cock. “I’m not complaining.”
Ian pulled away and disappeared around the corner and into the bathroom. Trent watched his ass disappear then wiped a drop of drool from the corner of his mouth. Maybe he should just hide the clothes while Ian was in the shower.
“Towels are under the sink,” Trent called. He couldn’t help but follow the man’s path, peeking at him as he slipped behind the curtain. His dick twitched again as it recovered in record time. He considered pulling his shirt back off and ducking behind that curtain to slide up behind Ian. He was already open and it wouldn’t take much for him to get fully hard again.
His stomach grumbled, ending his train of thought before he was half-hard. He needed food if he was going to be up for the promised second round. He turned away, pulling on a pair of pants and tucking himself safely away before he stumbled to the kitchen. He managed to
throw together a quick dinner before he heard the shower turn off. By the time Ian appeared, looking damp and utterly delicious, Trent had a meal on the table for them.
“That smells so good. What is it?” Ian peered down into the bowl, taking the spot that Trent usually reserved for himself. Trent stopped the immediate retort and went to sit at the end of the table instead. It was awkward sitting in a chair with a new view of the same kitchen that he’d known for years.
“Pad Thai.” He lowered his eyes to his bowl before taking his first bite. “It has peanuts. Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if you had any allergies.” Ian was already chomping down on a second bite and hopefully not going into anaphylaxis.
“No worries. This is freaking good, T. I thought you said there weren’t any restaurants around here. Where did you get it?” Ian spoke through the noodles as he shovelled a third bite into his over-full mouth.
T. Ian had called him that once before, and he hadn’t minded. Now, with Ian’s mouth overflowing and bits of rice noodle sticking to his chin, it grated on Trent. It was fine to be called something else in the bedroom, although anything demeaning was a huge turnoff for Trent, but Ian hadn’t even asked if the nickname was okay. He took a deep breath before taking another bite. He was getting hangry.
“T?” Ian paused, swallowing a big gulp of food. The sauce glistened on his slightly-swollen lower lip. It made him look kissable, even if he was being borderline rude. Trent gave in to the need to feel those lips again, leaning forward and pressing firmly against them. He swiped his tongue through the sauce, dipping inside for a split second to taste the sweetness mixed with Ian’s natural taste. He laved at the raised bump where Ian had split his lip on the airbag. It was hot and metallic.
“I made it,” said Trent as he pulled back. Ian flushed red from the simple kiss and his eyes went dark. The Pad Thai was apparently momentarily forgotten.
“Any other hidden talents I should know about?” Ian whispered as he moved back in close. Their lips met again in a sloppy kiss, their teeth clacking from the awkward angle.
It was Trent’s turn to blush. Pad Thai wasn’t a talent. It was one of the easiest things he knew how to make. There were a lot of recipes that came through his kitchen, and this one had stuck around, changed and quirked, until it was perfect.
“You’ll just have to find out,” said Trent, who immediately flushed hotter. That made it sound like he expected Ian to stay longer than just one night. “I mean, not really. It’s not really a talent. I mean, I can sing—not well or anything—but I’m good at remembering lyrics. Usually I can hear a song once and be able to remember all the words, even months later. Same with movies. I’m crazy good at remembering movie lines.” Trent stared down at his bowl and forced his mouth shut so he didn’t start another round of word-vomit.
“So, you’re good at charades and copyright infringement.” Ian rocked back and arched one eyebrow.
If Trent’s face got any hotter, it might be permanent.
“You aren’t very good at taking compliments, T. Just relax. Dinner is good, really good. Thank you.” Ian smiled, scooping up another forkful of the cooling dinner. He wrapped his lips around the fork and sucked it clean with a slurp.
The man’s messy eating habits and slutty remarks were forgotten with those two beautiful words. A smile spread across Trent’s lips as he glanced up through a short curtain of hair.
“Your welcome.”
They ate quickly, urged faster by their awakened hunger, before they gravitated to the living room. The space was oblong and just large enough to fit a two-seater couch and a modest television on the other side of the room. The couch only had one end table on the side that Trent usually gravitated towards. The other side was crisp and as squishy as the day it had been delivered.
Ian took a seat, guessing the side right this time. Trent had to smile as the man bounced gently against the padded cushion before feeling the smooth leather.
“A gift to myself when I got a new job,” said Trent as he took his seat. He moved his hand along the leather, petting down the conditioned surface. It was smooth and perfect but had cost him way too much. He’d almost walked away from it in the store, but it was literally the most comfortable couch he’d ever sat on. He could melt into it after a long day at work, and his headache would simmer away to nothing.
“What do you do?” Ian perked up, glancing around the room. There were a few paintings on the wall that were cheap things from discount sections and garage sales that had caught Trent’s eye at the time.
“Network administrator. Sounds fancy, but it really isn’t. I mostly fix other people’s computer disasters all day,” said Trent as he shifted on the couch. Their legs were touching from hip to calf, and there were only a few inches to breathe between their shoulders. He noticed that the pants he’d given Ian were too small and had ridden halfway up his ankle like flood pants. The T-shirt was better and not quite stretched to its breaking point across his broad shoulders.
“What do you do, Ian?” Trent grasped the remote from the side stand drawer, flicking on Netflix.
“Oh,” Ian shifted uncomfortably, glancing up at Trent strangely. “I thought you knew. That’s why you invited me back to your place.”
“What? Why would I know you? I mean, we don’t even live in the same country. I don’t even know my neighbours all that well.” Trent gave Ian a confused look before he noticed the tension in the man and focused on the screen instead. Ian’s name had sounded familiar now that he thought about it. Lots of names were familiar, though. In his hometown, most people were distantly related and many shared the same last name.
“Just kidding, man. My mother always told me not to bring home strangers, but you must’ve missed that lesson.” Ian smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The tension in his shoulders didn’t relax either. “I’m a percussion specialist.”
Trent heard the vague title and imagined a group of people hammering nails with different items to determine their quality. “Sounds interesting.” It really didn’t. It would explain the delicious amount of muscling that Ian had though, and why he had such a great tan.
Despite just finishing dinner minutes before, Trent excused himself to pop up some popcorn. As the microwave started to hum, he heard a distant ringing coming from the direction of the bedroom.
“Ian, is that your phone?” he called into the living room. Ian had shifted on the couch and brought up the recliner while he searched through Trent’s library for something to watch.
“Just let it ring. I’m ignoring my boss right now,” he said without looking up from the television.
“If they are anything like my boss, good luck,” said Trent. “He is the most persistent bastard on the planet. Can’t even get a day off without going through the gears a dozen times. And when I finally do get a day off, he’s calling me the whole time, asking me to fix shit when I’m not even there.” Trent poured the steaming popcorn into two bowls and brought them back to the living room.
The dull hum of a movie was already playing in the background. Trent took a quick glance at the screen before shuddering. This was definitely not on his watch list or anywhere remotely near it.
“This okay? I’ve been meaning to watch it, but I haven’t had time lately,” Ian asked before turning up the volume. The suspenseful music started to peak and a woman screamed on the screen. Ian had moved again to sprawl across the couch, taking up enough space that they would have to be touching completely to sit side by side.
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t usually watch horror movies. I get too many nightmares.” Trent handed him a bowl of popcorn and squeezed onto his side of the couch. He leaned on the arm, giving Ian more room to sprawl without having to plant awkwardly against his side. Ian gave him a side-long glance, before shifting further into Trent’s space.
“I can put something else on if you want,” Ian said with a playful smirk as he rested his hand across Trent’s leg. The heat of his palm was scorching through the fabric.
They’d already slept together, so hopefully Trent would be less embarrassed when he inevitably got hard from the proximity to the delicious man. Even after using Trent’s body wash, Ian still managed to smell exotic.
“I’ll keep the nightmares away tonight,” Ian said before he pulled Trent even closer. “You really don’t know who I am?” Ian whispered against his scalp. The words were so quiet that Trent wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear them or not, so he let them slip by. He set his popcorn on the ground so he could snuggle in closer. Ian set his own bowl next to the couch so his hands were free to roam.
The movie picked up with screaming and jarring music, but Trent could hardly hear it, let alone focus on the screen. Instead, the steady thump of Ian’s heart grounded him, taking away the utter terror he would normally feel the moment a horror movie appeared on the screen. Even the commercials would usually keep him awake at night, lurking under every shadow.
Ian dipped his hands down Trent’s back to hold his hips, and soon he was stroking slow circles over Trent’s skin. Ian dipped callused fingertips beneath the hem of his shirt and moved up. He broke out in goosebumps and shuddered against Ian’s chest.
“You sure this movie’s okay?” Ian mumbled against his hair.
“Yeah.” Trent’s voice was scratchy and he suddenly longed for a glass of water. His popcorn was just out of reach but he didn’t think he would be able to swallow it anyway. Ian only hummed in response.
A problem was circling with every pass of warm hands over him. At some point, from the lingering touches and the warmth of Ian, Trent had gone from interested to fully invested. He’d shifted down until he was half lying and half sitting against Ian, and his groin was pressed right against Ian’s leg. He’d managed to roll his hips back and keep from pressing into the beckoning warmth, but the pressure was mounting fast. As Ian dipped warm fingers beneath his waistband, Trent let out a groan and his hips humped forward of their own accord.