by M. C. Roth
Ian shrugged. “You’ve got a point. What else was in this bag of wonders?” He skimmed through the foil wrappers, grasping the first condom he touched. There were another twenty spread across the bed. “Your friend came prepared.”
“They aren’t for her,” Trent blushed even brighter. “She packed them for me. She had high hopes.”
“Then I won’t disappoint. Oh, and you got the good lube. This is going to feel so much better. Trust me, T.” Ian peeled the wrapper off the bottle and flicked the cap open. He poured a drop onto his finger before smoothing it around with his thumb. “Perfect. And I’ll take this too.” He grabbed something else from the pile before Trent could see it and deposited it behind him and out of view. “Turn around, T. I wanna taste you some more.”
Their mutual arousal had dimmed somewhat while they’d stared at the plastic penis, but Trent’s cock throbbed back to life at Ian’s words. He quickly turned back around and pressed his face into the pillow to muffle the sounds he knew he would make.
He felt the sweep of a tongue along his rim again and pushed back against the feeling. It was fleeting, slipping out of him, only to be replaced by three fingers a moment later. They slid in smooth and slick, and so much easier than they had with just spit. They pressed deep, sliding the new lube around his hole and pushing deeper inside than before.
Something else teased against his entrance as the fingers withdrew. It wasn’t the blunt head of a cock that he was expecting, but something cool and slim. It slid in easily, only a small pressure before it disappeared past his rim and pressed inside. He could barely feel it as Ian pushed it deeper inside with one of his fingers. Instead, he could only feel the tiny tickle of something at his rim that connected to the object inside.
“Ready, T?” Ian didn’t wait for an answer.
Trent heard a click, then his back was bowing and he was yelling out as the bullet jumped to life inside him. The finger that was still in there pushed it directly against his prostate. It wasn’t a steady hum like the double-dong. It pulsed and jumped rapidly and hard against his prostate in an unpredictable and increasing pattern.
“Fuck. Ah,” said Trent, barely able to get the words past his lips. The buzzing calmed to a more manageable level but was still hard enough to make him see stars. His cock was leaking so steadily that it almost felt like he was coming in a constant wave.
“Sorry, T. I Didn’t know it was maxed out when I turned it on. It’s good, though, right? You look so good like that, T, with your ass in the air and your face buried in the pillow. I bet the neighbours still heard you scream.” He undulated his finger and the bullet circled Trent’s bundle of nerves.
“Nnnnn, Ian, I can’t.” Drool dribbled from his mouth and soaked the pillow beneath his cheek as his face went utterly slack.
“Don’t hold back, T. You can come when you need to. I’m gonna start fucking you as you do so you get tight around my cock.” There was a crinkle of foil as Ian likely plucked the condom from the package and rolled it down his hard member. The snap of the lubricant cap was lost to Trent’s continuous moans.
“Put it in me now, at the same time.” Trent rocked back against the finger, needing more than the inconsistent buzz to get him off. He heard a smothered curse, then the finger withdrew and Ian was guiding his cock to his entrance. He pushed deep in a single drawn-out thrust that slid the bullet harder against his sensitive bundle.
“Fuck, Ian, I’m going to come.” The pressure of Ian so deep and perfect inside, combined with the rumbling bullet, pushed him over the edge without a single stroke on his own neglected cock. It jumped and spurted as Ian started thrusting inside immediately, skimming over his prostate just how Trent liked it.
Ian pulled back just enough to jerk out the bullet before he was plunging back inside. Trent tried to muffle the sound in the pillow, but Ian gripped his hair to pull his head up.
“I want to hear you, T. Fuckin’ scream for me.” Ian’s grumbled into his ear as his hand clenched harder on Trent’s hair. His voice was deep and so utterly dark as he had his way.
Trent did scream. On the next stroke, a sound burst from his lips that was half-scream and half-moan. It was loud enough that he was sure that he could be heard two doors down on the floor below, but he couldn’t care less. He rocked his hips back to meet each of Ian’s thrusts, taking him hard and fast and deep.
“I’m going to come, T. You ready for me?”
Trent groaned, slamming his hips back hard. Ian’s cock smashed against his prostate and his body went taut as his vision whited out. He felt Ian’s cock twitch and go impossibly harder before his thrusts stuttered to a halt and he ground himself into Trent’s ass. They gasped together as the endorphins slowly dissipated.
Trent grimaced as Ian pulled out and made quick work of the condom. His breath rushed out as Ian collapsed on top of him with his entire weight. He grunted, elbowing the man until he rolled to the side and settled onto his back. Trent crawled over him before wrapping his arms across his chest and settling his head down on the thin patch of hair between his two pecs.
“I missed you,” Trent whispered before placing a kiss on Ian’s chest. “More than I thought possible.” Slick sweat pressed against his cheek as the air conditioning hummed to life on the other side of the room.
“I don’t deserve you.” Ian threaded his hand through Trent’s hair, combing through the damp strands. “I couldn’t bring myself to call you, not after what I said to you. I was so angry when I stormed out of your house. I kept expecting to see something on the news or TMZ, but there was nothing. Then I got my cell phone back. It took me a week before I could turn it on and another week until I could open that note. By then, I thought it was just too late and there was no way you’d ever forgive me. I couldn’t believe that you felt the same way, like I’d finally met someone who just made sense. I’ve had a lot of people, way too many when I was high or drunk, but none of them meant anything. Sure, it was nice to blow off steam, but I never went back for more. With you, I just couldn’t get enough, then I thought you’d lied. I’ve never felt betrayal like that.”
Trent shifted on Ian’s chest and turned to look at those beautiful blue eyes. “Have you ever thought that the reason I didn’t know who you were is that you just aren’t that popular?” Trent laughed at the incredulous look on Ian’s face. “I’m joking, but I get it. Everyone but me knows who you are.” He sobered. “Is it hard to live that kind of life where everything is public?”
“It’s not really like that. I still have my private life for the most part, but the hardest part is being recognized. At first, it was neat going around and everyone seemed to know me and want my autograph. But it gets old really quick. It makes the little things hard, like going to the grocery store or the movies. It’s great having money for a fancy car, but you can’t drive it anywhere. I was ready to be done and I just took off and drove around for days. Then I almost hit you.” He pulled Trent into a hug.
Trent kissed the same place on Ian’s chest again before he moved over to a nipple. He sucked the pebbled bud into his mouth, smiling as Ian gasped. “Can you stay the night?” He moved over to the other nipple without waiting for an answer.
“You couldn’t make me leave if you tried. I’ll have to leave around ten, though, so they don’t drive away without me.”
Trent stayed silent and ignored the rumbling at the pit of his stomach. He knew Ian would have to leave again, but somehow, he’d hoped that their reunion might stave off the inevitable. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to go back to the way things were.
He moved up to Ian’s lips before dipping down and pressing against the sweet heat. He trailed his hands down Ian’s body as he tried to memorize every inch. It wasn’t long before Ian was straining below him and Trent was slipping a fresh condom over his heated flesh. He straddled his hips and slid down onto his length with a pleased sigh. He kept his eyes wide open and his lips sealed as he took in every noise and every sight as he brought Ian to completion
. His own cock only made it half-hard, still too exhausted from the earlier romp.
He collapsed down onto Ian’s chest after taking care of the second condom and wiping down both of their bellies and chests with a warm cloth. He fell asleep with his arms wrapped around Ian, holding tight and never wanting to let go.
Chapter Ten
Trent woke up slowly to the sensation of hot, sticky skin against the damp side of his face. He was warmer than usual and under a comforter that was unusually soft. The unfamiliar scents of strange laundry detergent and sweet cologne tickled his nose. There was something else, almost like a faint perfume, but it was lost beneath the smell of Ian.
He pried his eyes open and blinked down at the naked chest beneath him. There was a puddle of drool in the centre of sparse hair and a red smudge from where his face had been pressed on the rigid bumps of Ian’s sternum.
Ian was still asleep, with his face relaxed and his mouth slightly open. His eyelids fluttered as he dreamed, and he twitched his fingers ever so slightly where they were gripped around Trent’s hips. He looked younger than his thirty-four years, with every worry and stress line smoothed. The deep rock of his chest as he breathed was as rhythmic as a wave.
Trent’s chest clenched painfully, but he pushed the feeling away. The room was still dim, with only the first morning rays peeking through the curtain. The painting on the wall, of a willow over a lake, burst with colour as the first hint of light hit it.
It was just enough light to see the tiny details on Ian’s face that he had taken for granted the night before. The low light also meant that he still had time.
His morning wood throbbed to life as he peeled off Ian. He moved carefully beneath the comforter and let it fall shut so he was in total darkness. It was even warmer beneath the blankets as he settled himself over Ian’s groin.
He didn’t want to risk waking Ian by teasing him to life slowly, so he grasped Ian’s semi-hardness in his hand and slid it straight into his mouth. He swirled his tongue as the cock in his mouth responded automatically.
Ian rocked his hips up into his mouth as a hand gripped Trent’s head lightly. The corner of the covers lifted and light flashed into Trent’s small cave. A sleepy, blushing face looked down at him. He smiled around the heavy cock in his mouth.
“T?” Ian tossed the blanket aside.
Cool air rushed over Trent’s naked body and he sighed with relief. He dropped his hands to the bed as he prepared to crawl back up to Ian’s mouth for a proper good morning kiss. He froze as his hand struck something warm and firm. His gaze snapped to the object, expecting one of the sex toys that had tumbled onto the bed the night before.
A foot peeked out instead. It was small and feminine, and the toes were painted bright purple with a shimmering glaze that sparkled in the growing light. They curled and flexed as the cold air hit them before they disappeared under the edge of the blanket.
Trent shot up and ripped back the rest of the cover with a giant tug. He knew that the foot didn’t belong to Candace, as she was a size nine. It was attached to the short brunette who Trent had briefly encountered at the concert hall. Candace and the brunette were completely naked and snuggled together on the far side of the massive bed. He had been so focused on Ian that he hadn’t even noticed the shocks of dark and blonde hair peeking above the comforter.
“What the fuck, Candace?” Trent lunged for the comforter again and pulled it back over the two naked women with a startled yelp. He leaned down and used his own body to cover Ian’s, sacrificing his dignity to protect Ian.
“It’s our room, Trent.” Candace peeked back over the blanket while blinking the sleep from her eyes. “If you can bring someone back for a fuck, then so can I.”
“Not at the same time!” Trent flushed as he grabbed for any piece of clothing that might be in reach, while still trying to keep Ian covered. He found the stained blue panties beside the bed, so he grabbed them and lay them over Ian’s groin. The tiny fabric did nothing to cover his generous length, which hadn’t diminished in the slightest.
“We didn’t.” Candace rolled out of the bed with an air of nonchalance, leaving a cowering brunette behind. “I gave you dibs, and you didn’t have the decency to even clean up your mess. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out last night.” She strolled across the room before bending over, completely naked, to root through the overturned suitcase. She grabbed a shirt before she dropped it back to the ground, meeting Ian’s face for the first time. Ian had gone completely still beneath Trent, but he hadn’t said a word.
“Hi, I’m Candace.” She waved at Ian, her breasts swaying back and forth. “You must be Ian. Trent’s told me all about you.”
Ian shifted under Trent before he got one hand free and gave a half-hearted little wave back. “Hey.”
“Should I go?” The brunette finally spoke up. She had wrapped most of the blanket around her so that only her purple toes and her face poked out. She looked at Ian for the first time and her eyes went wide. “Wait! Are you—?”
“Give me your number before you go,” said Candace as she cut off the brunette and turned away again. She pulled a shirt and pants quickly over her frame before tossing the brunette her clothes, which were scattered along the floor.
In record time, the brunette shimmied into them while keeping under the blankets. She scrambled out of the bed, scribbling her number on the hotel pad before she took off out of the door. Trent grabbed the free comforter as soon as the door clicked shut and tossed it over Ian. He scrambled for Ian’s clothes, which were scattered on the ground. The man caught them one-handed.
“I can’t believe you fucked her when we were sleeping right next to you.” Trent found a fresh pair of boxers and pulled them over his hips. “Isn’t that some kind of rape? It’s gotta be rape. Ian, why aren’t you getting dressed?” He rounded on the man. Ian was still sitting in the same position on the bed with his cock tenting the blanket. There was a small smile on his lips.
“Don’t want to get dressed if I’m just gonna take it off again.” Ian replied simply. He broke out into a laugh when a stained pair of pants were tossed at his head.
Candace giggled behind Trent. “You know what? I think I like you. Let me buy you breakfast, after you take care of your little problem, of course—or not so little, from the look I got at it. Have you ever thought of selling a cast of your junk to sex shops? It’s more than just a pretty head.”
“You’re unbelievable,” said Trent as he shook his head and wished he had something to toss at her. Ian only laughed harder. “Both of you are.”
“I want to go for a swim before we go, anyway. There’s a pool on the roof. On the roof, Trent!” She pulled her bathing suit out of the tiny pocket in the suitcase. Her clothes were off again a second later, then she was pulling on the suit.
“Can you stop getting naked? Any more tits and I might go straight.” Trent groaned as he smacked a hand over his face.
“Pfft,” Candace laughed. “I’ve touched your dick more than Ian has, and I have no desire to get it anywhere near my twinkle cave. No thank you.” She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and walked out of the door. It shut with the same soft click. The silence was near stifling after her energy disappeared from the room.
“Your friend is…” Ian trailed off as he stifled his laughter.
“A human disaster? Someone who doesn’t know what boundaries are?” Trent groaned and sat on the edge of the bed next to Ian. He’d wanted the two to meet, but he’d hoped to introduce them slowly. Candace could be a lot. Sometimes if one pulled the bandage off too fast, they ended up ripping off skin too.
“I was going to say she was neat. Hot, too. If you were both into it, that would be a totally epic threesome.” Ian wrapped his arms around Trent’s shoulders and pulled him back so he was lying alongside him.
“Not happening. Been there, done that. Aren’t I enough?” It came out sharper than Trent had intended. The laughter on Ian’s lips died away.
“We sh
ould talk, Trent. I have six months left on this tour and this is my last day in this part of the country.” His arms tightened and his hands clenched in the sheets. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” The shadows of the morning light were long on his face.
“I’ll wait for you. I know yesterday, when you said you were falling in love with me, I didn’t say it back, but I am. It’s not just about the sex, Ian, I missed the other stuff too.” Trent took a deep breath of Ian’s scent. It was probably the thing he missed most about the man.
Ian huffed. “What? Like how I snore?”
Trent shook his head. “It’s weird, but I missed seeing you in the back yard on that crappy lawn chair with Cadbury curled up in your lap. She still looks for you, you know. Every time she sees me, I’m just a disappointment.” Trent turned his head and tilted his lips back to meet Ian’s in a chaste kiss. “I miss how you ate all the food I made, even if it wasn’t that great. I miss how your feet hung over the end of the couch, even though it was the biggest couch the store had that would fit.”
“Trent.” Ian sighed and ran his hands over his arms. “I miss that stuff too…except for the couch thing. That was just annoying. We could try to make this work. I’ll talk to you when I’m on the road as much as I can. If you call, I’ll try to answer.”
Trent turned to lay his head down on Ian’s chest. There was a little divot there in the top of Ian’s pec that his head fit into perfectly. He ran a hand under the comforter to the base of Ian’s cock. It was soft now and rested comfortably in his hand. It twitched under his touch.
“I might hate myself for this later,” said Trent, “but can we go swimming too? I love swimming and I hardly ever get to do it. And, it’s on the roof.” Not to mention that his ass felt like it had been split in two. Why didn’t I stop after round one?
“Sure,” Ian shrugged. “As long as I’m with you. But I didn’t bring swim trunks.”