by Jess Bryant
“Fuck, yeah.” Trent groaned against his mouth and slid his hands to Lance’s ass. He pulled him even closer, rocking their bodies together. “Fuck.”
Lance grinned against the stubbled jaw that was dragging kisses down his neck. All those interviews he’d watched and he’d never once heard the country music superstar curse. He played the good ol’ boy image up to perfection. There was something about reducing him to nothing but fuck and yeah that sent a burst of heat and pride through Lance.
He ground his aching cock against him and nipped Trent’s bottom lip when he came back for another kiss, “Yes.”
It was all the permission the other man seemed to need. Lance let out a cry of surprise when Trent bucked his hips up and twisted them at the same time. His back collided with the mattress hard enough to knock the air out of him and before he could suck in a breath Trent was covering his mouth again and his tongue was delving deep.
Lance’s entire body jerked when that sweet, velvet tongue stroked his at the same time Trent rocked his hips forward and ground down so that their cocks were pressed together again in the perfect alignment. He moaned but recovered quickly. He wrapped his arms and legs around the bigger man and met the next stroke of Trent’s tongue and cock with his own.
The entire world faded away as they rocked against one another. Mouths fused, tongues stroking, breaking for pants of breath as they moaned and ran their hands over each other.
Trent was pure muscle. Smooth, hard, hot muscle moving beneath his hands. Lance slid them down to Trent’s tight ass and pulled him even closer, grinding up into him until he thought he might come right there in his boxers.
It was good. So damn good. Lance couldn’t think straight. He was close. So damn close. It had been too long and he was gonna…
He bucked and broke the kiss on a gasp when Trent shifted and snagged his wrists. He dragged Lance’s hands off his ass and over his head. He pinned him to the bed, dominating him body and soul.
“Fuck.” He was the one to gasp this time and he squeezed his eyes shut because the flicker of a smile on that ridiculously gorgeous face was going to send him over the edge.
Fuck. Fuck. How could he know? How could Trent possibly know? He writhed as the bigger man held him down and when Trent murmured a curse before pressing a lighter kiss to his mouth he let his lids flicker open.
The look in those dazzling blue eyes nearly undid him. Trent hadn’t known but he did now and… yes. That knowing smile, that glint of desire, this gorgeous, sexy man… He was going to come.
“Trent, please…” Lance tried not to whine when the other man used his free hand to still his hips.
Not enough pressure. He needed more. He needed…
“Ah, fuck, yes.” He tilted his head back on a groan when the hand on his hip slid under the waistband of his boxers.
“Damn.” Trent muttered another curse as his big hand wrapped around Lance’s cock.
He groaned at the feel of the other man’s hand on him. Stroking him. Soft. His hands were softer than Lance’s own and it had been so long, too long, since anyone other than himself had touched his cock. Just like the kiss he’d initiated there was no hesitation in Trent’s touch. He had a firm grip and he slid his hand down Lance’s shaft with sure purpose.
When his thumb circled the head, flicking just beneath the crown in that sweet spot, Lance shuddered and Trent hummed. Another flood of precum rushed to meet him and Trent circled his slit, spreading it around, using the moisture to ease the slide of his palm over Lance’s sensitive skin.
Electricity flared down his spine and hit his balls, Lance arched up, “Oh God…”
“Close?” Trent nipped his jaw and Lance nodded eagerly. “Fuck, yeah. You gonna come for me?” Lance whined when he struggled to break his hands free but couldn’t budge the other man’s tight grip on him. “Yeah, you’re gonna for me.” Trent’s voice had become a growl, “And I’m gonna come just watching you.”
“Oh… God…” Lance was quickly losing touch with reality as his hips bucked to a rhythm all their own, trying to get what he needed to fall over that edge.
He still had enough wherewithal to know that wasn’t what he wanted though. Trent was touching him. Trent was going to make him come. And Lance wanted to touch him. Wanted to make him come too.
He struggled to free his arms for real this time and Trent must have felt the difference. He stopped nuzzling Lance’s neck and his grip loosened. He pulled back just enough to meet Lance’s gaze and the hand on his cock faltered.
“No, don’t stop.” Lance groaned, “Please.”
“You sure?” Soft blue eyes met his and Lance lost a little piece of himself right then and there.
He felt it. Something in his chest just… slipped. He’d met this man a half hour ago. Tops. But he’d seen Trent vulnerable and then strong, dominant and then concerned. And something in him recognized something in this man, matched him, and damn if that didn’t scare the holy hell out of him. He closed his eyes and turned his chin to the side so he wouldn’t have to see that worried look in Trent’s gaze.
“I just… I need a hand.”
“I thought I was giving you one.”
Lance could hear the smile in Trent’s low voice and couldn’t help the twitch of his own, “I want to touch you.”
“Hmmm.” Trent’s lips skimmed his jaw again and this time Lance could feel his smile, “Say please.”
Lance’s eyes flashed open and his chin jerked back up. Their eyes collided and that shiver of awareness made his balls draw tight again. Fuck. Fuck. The blaze of heat in those baby blues was his undoing. The demand. The command. It was too much.
“Please.” He moaned instantly. “Please, please, please…”
Trent shifted slightly, releasing one of his wrists, at the same time he swept down and claimed Lance’s mouth again. Lance struggled not to come as soon as the other man squeezed his cock and started stroking again. He scrambled to get his own hand inside Trent’s briefs and Jesus H. Christ the man was a living, breathing Greek God or something.
He wrapped his hand around the massive erection and swallowed Trent’s answering groan as the last shreds of their control disintegrated. It was all tongues and teeth as they kissed like crazy. Hands stroking fast and rough against one another. Heavy pants filled the air and the sizzle of electricity swelled.
“Harder.” Trent grunted against his lips. “Faster. That’s it.”
The commands and praise rolled over him and Lance whimpered as sweat dripped from Trent’s chin. He instinctively opened his mouth to catch it on his tongue. Trent’s eyes widened and a groan rolled from his chest and then his mouth was back. His tongue pushing into Lance’s mouth, stroking and circling as if he wanted to taste himself there.
That was all it took.
Lance arched, his heels digging into the mattress as his cock pulsed in Trent’s hand and his orgasm tore through him. Trent bit him. He fucking bit his bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth when Lance cried out again. The climax was brutal, forcing the air out of his lungs and making his hand stutter in his stroking of Trent.
But it didn’t matter because he felt the bigger man tremble and curse a moment before hot come splashed over his hand.
Perfect. So damn perfect. Lance closed his eyes and basked in the perfect moment as his climax left aftershocks in its wake and his entire body went slack. He was spent. Exhausted. Physically and emotionally and he couldn’t seem to open his eyes, couldn’t move a single muscle, not even when Trent collapsed against him with a groan.
He was heavy. Taller and more muscular than Lance. He was a big guy. Bigger than he looked on television. And holy hell how insane was that? He’d watched this guy on his tv singing and performing, giving interviews and flirting with the ladies. And now here he was… Trent Thorne was in his bed. His come covering Lance’s hand and stomach, mixing with his own because he’d squirted halfway up his chest he came so hard. And he didn’t care that they were both covered in t
heir combined loads or that Trent was heavy.
He never wanted to move.
“Mmmm.” Trent hummed softly and nuzzled his face further into the crook of Lance’s neck, “That was….”
“Yeah.” He finished when the other man trailed off.
“Yeah.” Trent squirmed slightly, getting more comfortable, but not moving off him.
Lance flickered a smile at that. He was glad the other guy wasn’t jumping up and running off. And that was crazy. He’d never had anything more than a one-night stand. That was what this was. It had to be. He wasn’t stupid enough to think world renowned superstar Trent Thorne had come to Fate to stay. He was going to leave, sooner rather than later, but so long as it wasn’t this exact moment, Lance was okay with that.
At least that was what he told himself.
After all, it wasn’t like he even knew this guy. Not any more than he’d known those random fucks in Dallas. They were a good time and a swift goodbye. Just like Trent would be. And he was okay with that.
He was.
He’d gotten lucky. Literally. He’d come home after a long day of work and found the most gorgeous man in the entire world in his bed. That was a once in a lifetime opportunity and would make for a great memory, one he’d hold close for the next fifty years of lonely nights.
“Oh God…” Trent groaned after a long time had passed and he’d been sure the other man had fallen asleep. “Am I crushing you?”
“No.”
“Fuckin’ liar.” Trent snorted and rolled to his side.
Lance smiled but instantly missed the warmth the other man exuded. He resisted the urge to roll with him. To tuck himself against his side like a lover might. That was not what this was and he was a damn idiot for even considering it.
“I’ll get out of your hair soon. I swear. I just can’t feel my legs yet.” Trent yawned and wiped a hand over his closed eyes.
Lance turned enough to glance at him. He really was gorgeous. Those sharp features and long, thick lashes that covered dazzling blue eyes. His hair was a little long, falling over his forehead and it was a mess right now. Blond and gold and brown it made him want to reach out and push it back off Trent’s sweaty forehead for him. He wanted to nuzzle against the matching blond stubble on his jaw.
And Jesus that body… He bit his lip as he took in the pattern of tattoos that covered hard, square pecs and thick biceps. He wanted to know the story behind each one because in all the years he’d been watching Trent Thorne sing and dance and perform, he’d never seen a glimpse of the tattoos. He hadn’t gotten them for anyone else if he kept them covered so they must mean something.
Trent’s long lashes fluttered and then the full weight of those baby blues pierced Lance. He blinked and swallowed hard. He had to force himself to look away before he spoke.
“You don’t have to.”
“Don’t have to what?”
“Don’t have to go.” He whispered softly, unsure of the words as much as the motivation behind saying them, “Not yet. You can… stay if you want.”
Trent was silent for a long moment. A very long moment. So long that Lance cursed internally before turning his chin so that he could see the man sharing his bed again. A hint of a smile twitched at Trent’s lush lips and his blue eyes twinkled.
“You want me to stay?”
“I mean, yeah… sure…” Lance shrugged, “If you want to, I mean. You can stay the night. I uh… I mean there’s no reason you have to leave in the middle of the night just to walk next door. Right?”
Trent’s lips tipped upwards, “Right.”
“Right.” He confirmed as his own lips twitched.
They stared at each other for a long minute. Content. Happy. Both of them were grinning like idiots and somehow, that made it all okay. Because if Lance was going to act like a fucking crazy person, it was at least nice to know that he wasn’t alone. Trent was right there with him.
He shifted and winced, “I should get a cloth and clean us up.”
“I’d offer but you broke me. I don’t think I could get up if I wanted to. My lower body is still numb.”
Lance barked out a laugh, “Uh huh.”
“I’m serious.” Trent grinned, his eyes twinkling, “It’s uh… been a while.”
“Yeah.” Lance grinned back, “Me too.”
They stared at each other stupidly again. He should get up. Get a cloth. Clean them up and go to sleep. He should let Trent go. He knew it but he couldn’t make himself move away from the other man.
“This day did not end the way I thought it would.” Trent sighed, covering another yawn with his hand.
“Me either.”
“Bad day?”
“Not as bad as yours.”
“No fucking shit, man.” Trent snorted a laugh and then met his eyes again, “But it had a helluva good ending.”
Lance felt that sting in his chest again. The one he couldn’t explain. He pulled his gaze away and forced himself to sit upright. He couldn’t lay here mooning over his superstar crush all night. Their come had cooled and was getting nasty on his skin. He felt sticky as his skin stretched with each movement. He got to his feet without looking back at Trent.
“I’ll be right back.”
He made it halfway to the door before he heard Trent’s voice behind him, “Lance?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
Lance forced himself to keep moving instead of turning around. If he looked back he might not make it to the bathroom. Because there was that vulnerability back in Trent’s voice that made him want to do just that, to pull him close and tell him it was all going to be okay. Which was weird as hell because he’d never had an urge to take care of anyone other than his little sister before, certainly not another grown-ass man.
He retreated to the bathroom without responding. One glance in the mirror confirmed just how fucked he truly was. His pupils were still blown from the pleasure Trent had given him. He had beard burn on his neck and a hickey on his shoulder. His lips were red and swollen and his hair was a mess. But it was the way his heart thumped at the sight, loving that Trent had marked him somehow that truly messed with his head.
He gave it a shake, trying to dismiss the thoughts. Stupid. Even if he stayed the night Trent wasn’t staying. And even if he was, Lance was so far in the closet he wouldn’t have a clue how to start climbing out.
Jesus… he flipped the tap and splashed cold water on his face and then wiped himself down. Listen to him. Thinking about climbing out of the closet he’d all but barred and padlocked shut just because he’d gotten off with his celebrity crush once. He snorted at his own stupidity. Hell, if he’d let Trent fuck him he might just have proposed like the idiot he clearly was.
He turned the water off after wetting a rag and pushing those thoughts out of his exhausted and sleep-deprived head, then returned to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway as warmth flooded his chest, those thoughts returning far too easily. All it took was one look at Trent, asleep in his bed, snoring softly.
He admired the other man for a long moment since he couldn’t get caught. Gorgeous didn’t begin to cover it. He was everything Lance had always dreamed about. Perfection. Getting to have him for one night, even just this one night, was a gift.
Lance moved to the bed and gently stroked the warm, wet rag over Trent’s chest. The other man groaned and his lashes fluttered. Lance bit his lip and tried not to fondle him in his sleep. Getting him off was one thing but groping him while he was unconscious was another thing entirely.
“Mmm.” Trent rolled his hips into the touch, “Feels good.”
“Just cleaning you up. Go back to sleep.”
“Gonna make me hard again, babe.” Trent twitched beneath his ministrations.
Lance bit his lip to hide a smile even though the other man still hadn’t opened his eyes, “Babe?”
“Mmhmm. Come back to bed.”
“Go back to sleep.” He grinned as he finished sw
iping the rag over Trent and tossed it aside as he stood.
“Wanna cuddle.”
He chuckled, “You’re just drunk on orgasms, you know that right?”
“Mmhmm. Drunk on you.” Trent reached for him blindly and Lance sidestepped with a chuckle, “Come back to bed, babe.”
“Gotta get the lights.” He retreated to flip the switch off, pitching the room back into darkness and then he breathed in a deep breath before returning to his bed.
As soon as he was horizontal with the covers pulled over them, Trent reached for him. He all but dragged Lance across the bed until he could settle him against his side. Just the way Lance had wanted to snuggle against him earlier. He thought about pulling away but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. It was one night. He might as well enjoy all the perks of having Trent Thorne in his bed.
He threw his leg over one of Trent’s and draped an arm over his chest. He cuddled in close, using him as a pillow. As they settled, Trent hummed happily and Lance couldn’t help but smile again. Who would have ever known Trent Thorne was a cuddler? Or a dominant top for that matter? Certainly not Lance.
“You’re not gonna be gone when I wake up are you?” He asked softly in the dark.
Trent’s arms tightened around him before he fell back into a soft snore. It was all the answer he was going to get but it was all the answer he needed. Lance let himself fall into the warmth and comfort of sleeping with another person. It had been so long, so very long since he opened himself up enough to sleep with someone.
But it felt easy, familiar and right to fall asleep in Trent’s arms and damn if he could resist enjoying the feeling while it lasted.
Chapter Five
Trent’s phone was buzzing. He could just recognize the ringtone as it broke into his very vivid dream. One that involved mouths and tongues, searching hands and… He groaned when the phone buzzed again, breaking up his incredible dream and bringing him back to reality.