The Drumbeat of His Heart

by M. C. Roth

  “I brought two pairs. Well, Candace packed them. Thank God for that woman.” Trent shook his head at the absurdity of that statement. He jumped off the bed and grabbed both pairs before tossing the larger one to Ian. They were still ridiculously tight when Ian slid them over his thicker thighs. Trent paused for a moment just to enjoy the view.

  “She bought you the tickets to the show too, right?” Ian grabbed two towels from the bathroom. Trent nodded, following him out of the door.

  “She’s the best friend I could ask for.”

  The pool was just as amazing as Trent had expected, and watching Ian swim was like watching a hurricane approach a shore. His powerful arms carved through the water as he dove in and started doing laps immediately. Water swirled around him and he made an actual wake from the strength of his movements. He was quick and inevitable. The only stranger in the pool gave Ian a startled look and quickly moved to join Candace in the hot tub.

  Trent was so focused on the view inside the pool that he could hardly pay any attention to the landscape surrounding the rooftop. The slight breeze was warm, but the sun had tucked itself behind a cloud with a threatening look. The lake, which was just visible beyond the glass railing, was grey but calm. The people walking on the streets below scurried like tiny ants.

  “You coming in?” Ian paused at the side of the pool and hefted himself up to rest his head on his arms. He was barely out of breath from his water sprint.

  “Is there anything you aren’t good at?” asked Trent as he dipped one toe into the pool. The water was freezing and suddenly the air didn’t seem nearly as warm.

  “Lots of stuff,” said Ian as he pulled himself closer to the stairs where Trent was slowly walking in. “I can’t cook worth shit, for one. And I only finished grade eight for another.”

  Trent swallowed at the painful admission. He couldn’t imagine. His education was so important to him and it was the basis for who he was as a person.

  “Is there anything you aren’t good at?” Ian turned the question back at him, successfully breaking the silence.

  “Umm, I’m shy?” He toed the water and sank down to his ankles with a shudder. “I’m not brave or very strong. I take most things personally, even if they’re not. I have no filter, and I am terrible at board games.”

  “We’re even then.” Ian lunged at him suddenly and grabbed him around the waist.

  Trent screeched, with a noise that was much too high for his size, and clawed at Ian as he was lifted off the stairs by cold and clammy arms. Suddenly, he was falling and plunging into frigid water. Air expelled from his lungs in a rush of bubbles as he screamed again. The arms released him and he was pulling himself to the surface that was only a few inches away.

  He broke the surface with a second yell as his skin reacted to so much cold water all at once. He wouldn’t be surprised if his balls were the size of raisins. Ian was laughing hard as he quickly swam to the other side of the pool. The sound was deep and rich, and Trent couldn’t help the smile that beamed on his face. He floated back over as Trent started to catch his breath. Big mistake.

  Trent lunged. Water splashed around the pool and all over the concrete deck as they collided. Trent wasn’t a great swimmer, but he knew his way around the water and had wrestled once or twice in his life. Ian was obviously experienced, and so much stronger, but Trent was faster. He ducked beneath Ian’s arms and slammed into the taller man’s torso. They landed close enough to the wall that Trent was able to reach it with his feet and use the solid surface to overpower Ian.

  With a yell of his own, Ian tipped back. They grappled in the water and the smooth surface turned turbulent. Trent tried to keep himself up by using Ian’s body as a ladder, but Ian fell away beneath him, only to resurface behind him and drag him back down.

  They broke the surface again with Ian still holding Trent tight to his chest. Trent flexed and tried to wiggle out of the hold, but there was no breaking the drummer’s grip this time…not that he wanted to. There was nothing better than the addictive feeling of being hopelessly powerless.

  He ground his hips as the emotion sent a surge to his gut. Ian moaned against his ear as Trent pressed his ass against the bulge there. It made him realize that his cock was swelling, despite the chilly water around him. It pressed against the soft seam of his swim trunks in an obvious tent.

  The door slammed shut as the stranger had finally had enough. They pulled themselves out of the hot tub and left. Trent glanced around as the bubble broke. Candace was staring at him from across the room, with her head peeked over the side of the hot tub and her chin on her crossed forearms. There was a flush across her cheeks from the heat of the smaller pool and her hair was haphazard after a night of dancing and fucking.

  “You guys are really hot together,” she yelled across the rooftop. Perhaps the flush on her cheeks wasn’t from the heat of the tub. “Oh, don’t mind me at all. Please continue.”

  The intruding stare didn’t seem to bother Ian, who ground against his ass even harder. The tip of the barely covered cock pressed at the seam of Trent’s ass, where he was still slightly loose from the previous evening’s activities. A hand snaked down into his swimsuit and clutched his cock in a hard grip.

  For a moment, Trent forgot himself. That hand knew him so well. The grip was just on the side of too harsh, and the heat was a huge contrast to the freezing pool water. It was so much stimulation that his brain went offline and he could only hope that Ian would look after him.

  “Wait,” Trent whispered quietly. He flashed his eyes between a flushed gaze to his right and the cerulean sky above. The door could open at any moment as other couples woke up and decided to take their turn in the tub. He shuddered as the eyes watching them grew half-lidded. It wasn’t an attraction to his friend that drove him higher, but the mere thought of being watched.

  “Let me have this,” Ian groaned into his ear as he ground his hips hard. “I’ve never had this, T. I want to show you off to everyone I know, but I can’t. Just let me have this.” His grip tightened on Trent’s cock until it was nearly painful.

  Any second thoughts Trent had about getting off in front of his best friend were immediately swept away as Ian started to stroke him in earnest. His large hand moved from base to tip with smooth confidence, before he squeezed the head and ran his thumb over the pierced tip.

  “I want you inside me.” Trent groaned as Ian’s hips bucked up and the hand on him momentarily stuttered. A part of his mind knew that it wasn’t possible. The water would not offer the type of lubrication that he would need for it be pleasant for him, especially when he was already sore. Ian’s cock was too big to take dry, even if he wanted to.

  Trent squeaked as he was suddenly dropped into the water when Ian’s hands fled from him. The heat at his back disappeared as Ian pulled himself over the edge of the pool. He offered his hand and hefted a shocked Trent out a moment later. Trent tried to smooth the front of his swim trunks, but it was no use. His cock was jutting out proudly at a ninety-degree angle, only slightly weighed down by the water-soaked trunks.

  “Come on,” said Ian as he slipped his hand into Trent’s and dragged him across the cement. He moved away from the entrance of the pool and over to the hot tub that Candace was watching them from with rapt attention. The tub was set into the wall just a bit so that it wasn’t the first thing someone looked at when they came up on the roof. Their gaze would go to the pool, the skyline, then the little hot tub set back against the wall.

  The heat of the pool was shocking against his skin and he groaned as he settled into the water. His gaze caught Candace’s flush, before he looked away in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe they were doing this.

  “May we join you?” Ian said as he settled into the middle and away from the benched sides. He pulled until Trent was against him, with his back pressing to Ian’s front.

  Candace nodded, speechless, as Ian pushed Trent closer to the edge of the tub. He placed his hand on Trent’s back, gently forcin
g him down until he was leaning over the hot water. Trent caught his weight as Ian tipped him over. He crawled up onto the bench with his knees as he was pushed even closer to the edge. That brought his ass flush against Ian’s groin at the perfect angle.

  Trent let out a little gasp as Ian tugged at his waistband until it was slipping down past his hips to his knees. It held his legs together in a trapping embrace as Ian hovered ever closer. He was exposed in front of his lover, his best friend and the rest of the world.

  He jolted as something wet pressed against his already-damp hole. A finger, slick with something that must’ve been saliva, pressed past the tight ring of muscle to the first knuckle. There was a dull ache that made him whine high in his throat. The heat of his belly pushed sounds past his lips that he never would’ve let out in any other circumstance.

  “It’s okay, T. We’ll take it slow. I know you can take it. You’re already so loose and ready for me. I could just push it all in and you’d take it, wouldn’t you? You’d be so good for me.” He worked his finger from side to side as he tried to loosen Trent.

  Trent heard Candace let out a groan as Ian spoke and he managed to make himself look at her. She was staring at the place where Ian was pressed so intimately inside him. Her gaze was dark and flushed and her hand had disappeared beneath the water.

  A second wet finger pressed into him and the sting was suddenly harsh. He let out a second whine, louder than the last, and the fingers withdrew all at once. The hands disappeared and suddenly Ian was pressing his tongue to Trent’s entrance instead.

  It was wet, hot and so fucking good that it made his arms tremble as he struggled to keep himself from face-planting onto the concrete. Ian pushed his tongue inside and swirled around his slightly loosened muscle with single-minded intent. The fingers pressed back, and they slid all the way home as he relaxed around them.

  “That’s it, T,” Ian said as he pulled away before plunging back in.

  Spit dribbled down his thighs to mix with the pool water as Ian sloppily licked his rim inside and out. A third finger pushed in with no resistance other than a broken moan that forced itself out. Trent rocked back against the fingers to try to get them to push against that spot that he loved and hated so much, but Ian refused to oblige him. He skimmed around the sensitive bundle as if he were purposefully avoiding it.

  Trent groaned with loss as the mouth and fingers disappeared with a wet slurp. A second later, something hard and blunt was pressing its way inside him like an unstoppable force. There was a moment of hesitant resistance that made Trent think that Ian wouldn’t fit after all. He was too wide and too big, but he was also unyielding. He pressed his hips forward and Trent’s body gave way.

  Trent could feel every ridge and vein on the thick cock as it slid inside him. As powerful as Ian was, Trent knew he was still holding himself back with every ounce of self-control he had. The stretch was nearly excruciating, but the satisfying feeling of finally being full was even better. It grew almost unbearable until, at last, Ian’s hips settled against his ass.

  Trent panted and gripped the edge of the hot tub as he waited for the flare of pain along his spine to diminish. He was feeling every thrust from the night before. Even with the slick saliva banishing the burn, there was still the unyielding throb of Ian’s heavy cock.

  “You okay, T?” asked Ian. He moved his hands over Trent’s hips before gripping him tight so he could grind that last bit inside.

  Trent nodded before pressing his head down to his hand braced against the concrete. The change in position pressed Ian’s cock even deeper inside and he tensed automatically. Ian swept his hands up Trent’s sides and one pressed against the ache of his lower back. The heat of the palm was enough to let him relax, just a bit, but the heavy weight of the gaze on him had him tensing up all over again. Some of the appeal had lost its edge. It was fine to be seen in the heat of passion, but this intimate moment of vulnerability was something that he wanted to himself.

  “Ease up, T,” said Ian as he leaned in close to whisper against the shell of his ear. “It’s just you and me here. Nothing else matters. You’re the only one I want, but I need you to relax. Let me make you feel good like you know only I can.”

  Trent responded automatically to the words. His muscles slowly unwound until it felt like a cock inside him and not a steel rod. His back arched and sagged as his hips lined up with Ian’s. The warmth of the water tickled against the lower half of his thighs and the little jets soothed the muscles even further. He tried to spread his legs farther to sink back onto the heat, but they were still trapped in his swim trunks.

  “You ready, T?”

  It only took a nod before Ian was pulling out and easing himself back in. It wasn’t frantic fucking like the night before, but the slow slide of two lovers embracing simply because they could. The thrusts were driven by passion, not mere lust and heat. It made Trent’s toes curl as he panted into his hand.

  The water splashed awkwardly between them until Ian adjusted his motions so he was thrusting up slowly with a heavy grind, before withdrawing in one quick motion. Every thrust was different and staggered, like a never-ending chorus fading away to a drum solo. The staccato beats of Candace’s tiny moans only added to the song.

  Heat pooled in his groin as Trent started to peak. His orgasm rushed in on him with the force of a bull as Ian rammed his prostate repeatedly. At the moment of his crescendo, when Ian’s hips stuttered and thrust deep one last time, he had a sudden moment of clarity. It was a thought that had slipped from his mind as soon as a hand thrust into his swim trunks. There was no condom between them, only the slide of slickened skin.

  There was a confusing mix of arousal and disappointment as Ian pulled out at the last moment. Ian jerked his cock twice before he was spilling over Trent’s ass and lower back. Trent was pulled close again as Ian’s cock started to soften and cum smeared between the two of them, even slicker than spit, before Ian took Trent’s weight and lowered them back into the hot tub.

  It was a long moment before Trent was able to open his eyes again. He met the aroused, yet satisfied, gaze of his best friend. Her hair was even more askew than it had been before, and one strap of her bikini had slipped off her shoulder to expose the soft mound of the top of her breast. There was a smile on her lips that would make a prostitute blush.

  Her face went suddenly serious. “How much jizz do you think is in this hot tub? Do you think I could get pregnant?”

  “You are so fucking weird,” said Ian as he took the words right out of Trent’s mouth. “But we should get out. You owe me breakfast, and a bonus Danish as a thank you for the show.”

  “What do I get then?” asked Trent. He hoped it was coffee, at the very least. He had not had nearly enough sleep the night before.

  “I’ll buy you everything on the menu if you want,” said Ian as he nuzzled at Trent’s neck. “Then I’ll take the bottle of syrup and drip it over your cock. I’ll spend all day cleaning it off you.”

  “Ugh, guys, I already came three times,” said Candace, “I am too tired for four. Get out of the tub before I change my mind.” Candace was already lifting herself out. She fixed her strap on the way to the door and grabbed a towel off one of the lounge chairs.

  “You sure there’s no chance of a three-way?” Ian asked as he nibbled against Trent’s ear.

  “Not happening again.” Trent lifted himself off Ian and stepped out. His legs were still shaky from the heat of the tub and the powerful orgasm. He grabbed his own towel and wrapped it around his waist to hide the red smudges on his hips from Ian’s hands. The marks would fade soon without even a bruise, but the memory wouldn’t.

  “You coming?” Trent called back over his shoulder as he started out of the door. “I was hoping for a quickie after breakfast.” He’d never seen another living being move as fast as Ian did as he scrambled out of the hot tub.

  Chapter Eleven

  The two of them shared a glazed Danish and a cup of coffee before they sto
od from their table and left Candace alone with the bill. She didn’t even look up as she waved them away, still perusing the extensive breakfast menu. Despite the three other people waiting to be served, Ian clasped Trent’s hand and didn’t let go until after the restaurant was behind them.

  Trent didn’t care about the hollow grumble in his stomach. He was too hungry for something else. Every clock they passed between the restaurant and the room glared at him. Even the little green bedside clock in their room reminded him that there was only an hour before Ian was going to leave him again.

  Trent pushed Ian back against the door as soon as it shut behind them. He licked the scent of chlorine from the pulsing column of his neck as he rucked up his T-shirt. His palms smoothed over Ian’s flat stomach and the little indentations of his ribs before he flattened over defined pecs. His nipples were already peaked and pressing insistently against Trent’s thumbs as he circled the sensitive buds.

  “Bed or shower?” Trent asked as he pulled Ian down for a kiss. He ground his awakening cock against the man in front of him. A bulge met his thrusts. Christ, we’re both insatiable.

  A startling ring broke the heat between them. It was the high-pitched sound of a cell phone followed by a second of humming as it vibrated across the nightstand.

  He shrugged once, completely content to ignore the ring, and turned back to Ian. He reached up for a second kiss, but his lips met the bottom of Ian’s chin instead of his mouth. Ian wasn’t even looking at him. Instead, his gaze was drawn to the phone.

  “Just leave it,” said Trent as he leaned harder into the other man before grinding against him. Ian didn’t answer his thrust this time. He pushed at Trent’s shoulders until he had to take a step back so he didn’t fall on his ass, then steered past Trent completely to rush for the phone. It left Trent cold in more ways than one.

  “Hello?” Ian asked into the phone as he picked it up. He turned away from Trent, and his broad back was like an impenetrable wall between them.