The Drumbeat of His Heart

by M. C. Roth

Their lips met in a press of soft skin and the small sweep of tongue as Trent pushed inside. He pulled Ian down harder and licked into Ian’s mouth to taste the sweetness that he remembered, along with the distant smoke of a long-forgotten cigarette.

  Trent pulled back and licked over his lips to gather the moisture there. Ian’s gaze darkened as he followed the movements. He bent down, trying to press their lips together again, but Trent pushed him back against the door.

  “I’m not asking you to do that outside of the bedroom,” said Trent as he trailed his hand down Ian’s chest. His fingers pushed past the buckle of Ian’s jeans and tangled in the trimmed hair that covered the man’s groin. “I’m not asking to go down on you when you’re up on stage. I’m not even asking you to hold my hand on the street. But I want something from you. When you stormed away like that, I thought I would never see you again. It made me realize that I had feelings for you—feelings that I wasn’t quite ready for. I thought maybe you felt the same way, but it’s been months since I sent your phone back and gave you my number. So, tell me, Ian. What do you want? Are you looking for a quick, secret fuck before you storm out in the morning…or are you looking for a lover?”

  Ian’s cheeks tinted and he looked at the soft carpet on the bedroom floor. He rubbed the smooth stretch of his skull in a move that Trent had seen many times over the course of the weekend that felt like a lifetime ago.

  “What are you asking from me, T? I don’t know what I can give you. I got your note and I wanted to call so bad, but we don’t even live in the same country,” said Ian as he rocked his head back against the closed door. His large shoulders heaved as he met Trent’s gaze.

  “Tell me what you want. That’s all.” Trent bit his lip and prepared himself for the worst.

  “I just want you, T, even though we hardly know each other. I think I’m in love with you.” Ian baulked at his own words. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  Trent surged towards the man as heat burst from his chest at the unexpected words. He wrapped his arms around Ian and pulled him down into a kiss. Trent begged for entrance, and he was granted access without hesitation. Ian pushed him back, winning the fight for dominance without any struggle at all.

  Heat filled Trent’s belly and his groin throbbed into sudden awareness. His cock pressed against the limited space in his jeans. He slid his palms along Ian’s chest and over the hidden nipples that strained beneath the fabric of his shirt.

  The backs of his knees hit the king-sized bed and he crumpled onto the fluffy duvet. He could scarcely breath beneath the sudden weight as Ian moved on top of him.

  “Sorry,” said Ian as he moved to pull off.

  “It’s okay. I like it.” Trent pulled him back down and relished the weight.

  Ian smiled as he pressed Trent back into the mattress with full force. Trent let out a gasp as the friction of their rubbing cocks through their jeans finally gave him what he was looking for. It wasn’t his own hand pressing against his groin as he thought of Ian. It was the real thing, with a cock that was bigger than he remembered.

  They moved up the bed until Trent met the pillow that was suddenly against the top of his head. He snuck one hand up and teased at the edge of Ian’s shirt. Ian panted into his mouth, going lax as Trent ran his hand over the thin strip of skin between pants and shirt.

  “Fuck, I want you so bad, Ian. You’re all I’ve thought about in months,” Trent whispered against Ian’s lips. He looped his leg over Ian’s hips and twisted until he was flipped over onto his back and Trent was on top. Trent ground his hips into the barely trapped bulge and skimmed his fingertips over Ian’s peaked nipples.

  He pushed the edge of Ian’s T-shirt up higher and mapped every new exposed inch with his tongue and mouth. He paid particular attention to the faded scar and the words stretching above it. The thin layer of hair tickled his tongue as he lapped over the heated flesh.

  He paused as he looked at Ian’s tiny belly button that was hidden behind the tuck of skin. Ian sucked in a breath as Trent leaned down and slipped his tongue into the divot. Ian shuddered under him and rocked his hips up into the empty air. Trent snaked his hand down between them to press at the hard outline of the straining cock that pushed against thick denim.

  He slid his hand away from the bulge before moving up. Ian groaned at the loss and bucked his hips uselessly. Trent pulled at the offending T-shirt before slipping it over his lover’s head and tossing it onto the ground. He trailed his fingertips down the rugged muscles of Ian’s arms, tracing every tense line. He dipped to the small bit of softness under Ian’s arms.

  “Stop it,” Ian laughed and tried to pull away, “that tickles.”

  “You’re beautiful.” Trent slid his fingertips across the same place a second time, ignoring the stuttered laughter. “You’re so hard here,” he said as his hands moved over biceps and triceps. “But this little spot under here is still so soft and sweet.” He leaned forward to kiss the smooth skin. He grimaced at the bitter taste of deodorant as he pulled back and licked his lips.

  “You think I’m sweet?” Ian looked dazed with his mouth wide and his pupils blown.

  “Like fuckin’ candy.” Trent replied as he moved down to the small bump of Ian’s collar bone. He kissed the hard bone before pulling back his lips and nibbling. Ian’s sharp inhale spurred him on and he bit the skin, leaving an impression of teeth behind. He dipped lower again to lick a taut nipple before he scraped his teeth over the bud. Ian’s back arched off the bed and Trent held on as the man bucked against him. He ground down into his lap mindlessly, so focused was he on his task.

  “Your lips are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Even when you had morning breath, it was still like sugar.” Trent surged up and crashed his lips back into Ian’s. Two large hands settled on his hips before they moved lower to knead his ass.

  Ian flipped them in a move that was all raw strength and pressed Trent’s back into the mattress with his legs on either side of Ian’s waist. A length ground down into him with the perfect pressure that was too much and not enough. Trent flinched as he was suddenly right on the edge.

  “You okay?” Ian mouthed over his lips and down to his neck. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’ll go as slow as you need. I know that ass was made just for me. It must’ve been so lonely without me there to fill it up just perfect—and just the way you need it. You’re probably so ready for me now. I could just roll you over and slide in and you’d fuckin’ take it, wouldn’t you? Such a greedy ass, T. I could fuck it for days.”

  “Fuck,” Trent said through clenched teeth. His hips jerked once and the pressure snapped as he came in his pants like a teenager. He couldn’t stop his hips as they jerked against Ian in an uncontrollable grind.

  “Did you just…?” Ian pulled back with his mouth gaping wide in astonishment.

  Trent groaned as he came down from his orgasm and covered his face with his hands as he flushed with embarrassment. He bit his lip to stutter a second groan of absolute mortification when Ian broke out into a laugh.

  “Shut up,” said Trent as he smacked the man lightly on the shoulder. Ian rocked back onto his knees as his chest heaved with laughter. Trent just wanted to curl up in a ball and wither away into the sheets. He hadn’t had an incident like that in over ten years. The last time it had happened, he’d been fumbling around in a club bathroom, grinding for way too long against a willing body. He had a weakness for dirty talk, and with the way Ian had whispered right into his ear, he just hadn’t been able to hold back.

  “That is so fucking hot.” Ian pushed him back as he attacked him again with a new vengeance. He swept his tongue deep once before he pulled back. “No one has ever been that responsive for me, T. So fucking good for me.” He tugged at the hem of Trent’s shirt and pulled it over his head.

  “Love the shirt, by the way. Do you want me to get it signed for you? The drummer is a friend of mine.” He tossed the bunched-up shirt to the side before he leaned in to lick a stripe u
p Trent’s chest and flick his pierced nipple. “Just don’t going falling in love with him. He is very straight.”

  “I won’t,” said Trent as he arched up into Ian’s mouth. His groin was damp and getting uncomfortable, but his cock was already twitching back to awareness. Ian’s presence was like a kind of natural Viagra that left him constantly wanting.

  Ian dropped his hands to the buckle on Trent’s pants, playing with the button before popping it open with one hand. The zipper slid down and Ian dipped inside. He paused just as his fingers skimmed inside Trent’s jeans.

  Trent went tense, very suddenly remembering what he was wearing beneath his too-tight pants. Ian was looking at him incredulously as his fingertips slid over smooth fabric. He played with the looped ribbon of the waistband before dipping down farther over the wet, silken fabric.

  “They were a gift.” Trent blurted out as Ian started to slip the jeans from his hips. Inch by inch, the blue panties were revealed, and Ian’s eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open as he took in the sight.

  The front was ruined with a wet stain that stretched over the otherwise-innocent fabric. Somehow, with the sprinting, grinding and an orgasm, Trent’s package had managed to stay neatly encased in the thin fabric. His cock was straining in the soft fabric’s embrace.

  “Should I be jealous?” Ian asked as he skimmed his fingers lightly down the panties, before pressing the damp patch with his thumb. His eyes had gone dark, but his lips were set in a small frown.

  “No, they were a gift for you. My friend Candace bought them and made me wear them for you.” Trent bucked into the light caress and whined as Ian moved his hand away.

  “Remind me to thank her.” Ian moved down so his head was level with Trent’s groin before he nuzzled against the straining fabric and breathed deeply. “You smell good, T. I bet you taste even better. Can I taste you? Are you still clean?” Ian looked off to the side as he asked, as if he was afraid of what Trent’s answer would be.

  “There’s been no one since you. I couldn’t be with anyone else when I was just thinking of you.” Trent hadn’t stepped foot in a bar or a club and had managed to avoid a heavy-handed guy at the grocery store.

  Ian’s heated eyes snapped back to him at the declaration. “Me too.” It was so quiet that Trent wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it at all. He did, though, and it sent a rush of warmth to his chest.

  Ian gripped the edge of the panties, sliding his fingertips inside and teasing the sensitive skin underneath. Slowly, he began to slide them down Trent’s legs until his cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. It was still damp from his cum, but already red and starting to weep anew.

  After tearing away the panties, Ian slid his mouth over Trent’s cock a moment later. He wrapped the skilled tongue around him and swept away every drop from tip to base. Ian took him into his mouth entirely until his cock was nudging the back of Ian’s throat and moving beyond. The wet heat pulsed around him as Ian hummed, and Trent struggled to keep from bucking his hips.

  “You taste better than I remember.” Ian slid off with a pop, licking the last remnants of cum from his lips. His voice was slightly hoarse from having Trent’s cock down his throat a moment before. “I dreamed about that cock and how good it tasted. The dreams never came close.” He wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave it two quick pulls as he flicked the piercing with his tongue.

  Trent groaned, biting his lip as heat overwhelmed him. He was closer than he’d thought possible, especially since he had just come a few minutes prior. He really needed Ian to stop talking if he didn’t want to embarrass himself again.

  “Ian, I’m gonna come again if you don’t slow down.” He moaned aloud as Ian quickened his pace before he circled the head with his thumb and smoothed down the wet shaft, dragging slowly along the piercing.

  “Maybe that’s what I want,” said Ian. “Maybe I want you to come so many times that you just can’t anymore. You’ll be crying out for me to keep going and to stop all at the same time. That’s when I’ll lick you open real slow and fuck you on my cock. I won’t stop, no matter how much you beg me. I know that’s what you really want.”

  “It is. Please fuck me.” Trent groaned as the hand dropped away from his dick. Ian dropped onto his cock again and he let out a strangled yell. It was so hot and so good that it brought him right up to the edge. He smoothed his hand over the bald scalp and pressed Ian even closer to his groin. He felt the heat building as his orgasm started to peak.

  Ian ripped off his cock seconds before he came, making him pulse near-painfully. Trent groaned as his orgasm slipped just out of reach. He tried to reach his cock to relieve the insistent pressure, but he was batted away.

  “Have you ever tried edging?” asked Ian. It was a harsh term for such a sweet thing. Ian blew over the wet, pulsing surface, but kept his hands and mouth far away.

  “Not on me, but I did on someone else,” said Trent through gritted teeth as he tried to keep his hips from violently bucking up. “He cursed me the entire time, even though he asked me for it. I think I understand why now.”

  “Is it too much for you T? I can make you come if you want instead. You don’t have to hold back.” Ian circled the base of Trent’s cock with his fingers and pressed lightly on the shaft.

  “No, it’s good. It’s a lot, and it almost hurts a bit, but it’s really, really good too.” Trent felt the edge slipping further away as the throb in his groin calmed. He met Ian’s smiling face and flashed a grin of his own.

  “Turn over for me,” said Ian as he pushed at one hip.

  Trent scrambled to turn over, loving what was coming next. He remembered clearly how talented Ian was with his tongue, and how it had felt to be rimmed for the first time. He found himself craving the sensation over the feel of fingers in his ass. Nothing could match that warm slipperiness that seemed to move everywhere at once.

  “Is it okay? I ran all the way here.” Trent trembled as the tongue probed at his rim regardless. Ian hummed before pulling his cheeks wide and pressing in. His slick tongue penetrated him with a smooth slide, with one finger following it a moment later. Trent clenched down on the intrusion automatically before he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.

  “Fuck, T, you’re still so tight. I thought you would’ve bought a toy by now to fill up that bleak bedside drawer of yours.” Ian dove back in like a starved man.

  “I did,” Trent said between gasps and moans. “It just wasn’t the same. I would get distracted, and I could never get the rhythm right. It was like trying to fuck myself.”

  “I’m sure you’re a good fucker, T. But you’re right. You were made for my cock, and some piece of plastic isn’t going to replace me.” He drove deep with a second finger and spread Trent’s cheeks wider. The scratchy stubble of Ian’s scruff scraped along Trent’s most sensitive place, sending him even higher.

  Trent arched his back and cried out as Ian struck the bundle of nerves. He pressed back against Ian’s fingers as he pushed in deep again, this time skimming along the edges of his prostate.

  “So sensitive for me, T. You could come just from me inside you. I could leave you hanging there, and you would still come for me.” A third finger pressed into the tight ring. “Just relax, T. You’re doing so well. I could do this all night.” A hot breath stroked against Trent’s swollen ring.

  “Please make me come.” Trent sighed as the fingers withdrew, leaving him empty and open. The bed let out a soft creak as Ian shifted behind him. When Trent peered back, the man was looking around the room as if he were searching for something.

  “Shit, do you have a condom and lube?” asked Ian as he leaned down and opened the side drawer. There was a bible there that was crisp and untouched.

  Ian scrambled for his pants, which he had discarded on the ground while he was rimming Trent. His cock was red and curved towards his belly in a solid arch that leaned just slightly to the right. It was bigger than Trent remembered—so much bigger than just th
ree fingers.

  Ian snagged his wallet, pulling it wide before ripping a condom from the billfold. A card flew from the folds in his haste and it was quickly retrieved.

  “Shit, this is expired. I wasn’t expecting to get laid tonight. Sorry, T. I’m usually more prepared than this, I swear.” He tossed the silver packet into the garbage bin across the room. It sailed through the brim with ease.

  “Don’t worry. I bought some stuff. Candace packed it all up in her suitcase for me. There should be a silver bag.” Trent leaned on his hand with a smile as he watched the other man scramble for a condom.

  Ian marched towards the suitcase, his cock bobbing with every step. He threw it open with such force that it turned over onto its side, tipping off the stand and spilling its contents across the ground. Ian didn’t even seem to care. He snagged the silver bag, the same one that had contained the satin panties, and tossed it onto the bed. He followed a moment later before he gripped the corner of the bag and upended it so the contents spilled over the comforter.

  “Um.” Trent flushed bright red and whirled around as items rolled across the bed. His eyes were drawn to a bright pink double-ended dildo that stopped just shy of his knee. It was modest, only perhaps ten inches in total length, but it made up for its size in pure detail. Realistic veins squiggled along the side and over the bulbous heads that were lined with projections like a ribbed condom. It rolled to nudge against his knee, starting to vibrate.

  “Oh my God, that is not mine,” said Trent as he watched the bouncing double dong vibrate violently across the bedspread. Ian was frozen in place too, with his eyes locked on the vibrating phallus.

  “You don’t want to try it?” Ian’s lips pulled up into a smirk and he reached for the fake cock, twisting a dial near the middle so that it stopped humming. “It would feel really good, T.”

  “It’s probably been in my best friend. I’ll take a pass.” Trent shuddered. It was one thing to share a water bottle, but this was just way too personal. Even when they’d foolishly had a threesome together, Trent had always made sure to keep a warm body between himself and his friend’s nether regions.