Trevor scanned it one last time, then lowered the lights and lit a few more candles to make up for the added darkness. They both seemed a bit nervous again, although Trevor was trying hard not to let on.
He stepped over to Matt, who was still lying on his back. “Do you want to start on this side or roll over?” he asked.
“Um, I’ll stay on my back,” Matt whispered.
“Okay, do you want me to take off my—?”
Matt nodded again before Trevor could even finish.
A second later, Trevor’s dark jeans and shirt were on the floor. He was glad he’d worn briefs today rather than old boxers. Deciding they both needed to ease into this a bit, Trevor started with Matt’s feet. The guy really seemed to like that last time, even if he didn’t want his toes sucked.
As soon as Trevor’s thumbs dug into the arch of Matt’s foot, the man let out a sigh of contentment and relaxed, his eyes falling closed. Trevor worked for a few minutes in silence, stealing glances at Matt, loving the way he looked. His eyes were closed, the white sheet in contrast to his tan, golden skin. It covered him only to his waist so that Trevor could check out his chest. Yup, definitely a quarterback. Seriously, the man had sculpted, hard pecs and washboard abs. His classic good looks were only heightened by the sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. They made him look a bit younger, more approachable.
Trevor shifted his fingers, digging into the pad of flesh beneath Matt’s big toe. Matt jerked in reflex, hissing in pain.
“Ow, what’s that?” he asked, looking down at Trevor’s hand.
“This pressure point? Your heart.”
“Seriously? Typical,” Matt muttered under his breath.
Trevor tried not to laugh at Matt’s disgusted expression. Guess Matt didn’t have the best luck in romance either. Did his friends know about his return visits to the spa? Did they know he was gay? Trevor figured he should probably ask, you know, so that he wouldn’t be caught off guard again if they ran into each other on campus. It was purely a professional question. Yeah, right. Trevor was clearly a pathological liar to himself.
“So, um, did your friend suspect anything? After the coffeehouse?” Trevor asked.
“No, Connor bought the tutoring story,” Matt replied. “Although you could have just told him we had Freshman Lit together.”
Trevor huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I guess. But the truth was the farthest thing from my mind.”
“Fair enough.” Matt smiled, keeping his eyes closed.
Trevor took a steadying breath, then slid his hands up Matt’s calves, squeezing and stroking, but when he moved to Matt’s knee, his motions became more of a caress. And Matt took notice. Well, his cock certainly did. It twitched beneath the sheet still draped over it.
Empowered, Trevor slid his thumbs slowly along the inside of Matt’s thighs, using enough pressure not to tickle. He kept going until he reached the seam where Matt’s thigh met his groin. Trevor dug his thumbs in with just the right pressure to ease that muscle and tease as well. Matt drew in a sharp breath.
Damn, Trevor liked his reactions. Liked the way Matt unwillingly let out a small moan or groan when he couldn’t help it.
Trevor’s fingertips stroked again, his thumbs feeling the trimmed hair around Matt’s groin. Around his thick arousal. Trevor ran his fingers through the course hair, using his nails to gently score Matt’s skin. Matt twisted and moaned, his body begging for more. Damn, the man was hot as fuck. Trevor wanted to lick and bite every inch of Matt’s skin, make him writhe. But, instead, he just slid his fingers through the hair at the base of Matt’s erection again.
“Fuck, you’re a tease,” Matt muttered, and Trevor smiled. Giving in to temptation, he leaned down and bit Matt’s thigh. Hard.
Matt hissed in surprised pleasure/pain, then commanded, “Again.”
“Yes, sir.” Trevor smirked. He leaned forward and bit the muscle of Matt’s thigh again, harder this time.
Matt jumped, gave a half yelp, half moan, so Trevor soothed the wound with his tongue. Long, wet strokes of his tongue along Matt’s inner thigh. Matt tugged on Trevor’s long hair, pulling it free from the elastic band. Trevor’s hair fell to his shoulders, and Matt ran his fingers through it, cupping Trevor’s scalp, urging him to suck and bite and lick more. This time it was Trevor who groaned.
It was getting way too intimate; Trevor knew that. But he’d watched Matt for years from afar, and it seemed maybe Matt had noticed him too? So what if they were in a seedy massage parlor? Was it really that much worse than some of the crap bars he’d picked guys up in? Trevor shoved the thoughts aside. It didn’t matter. Right now, he had Matt Lancaster’s gorgeous body laid out in front of him, and he wanted to enjoy it awhile longer. To stretch out the moment.
“You paid for an hour,” Trevor whispered. “Need to give you the full treatment.”
“Don’t care,” Matt replied, desperate.
Trevor smiled and kissed Matt’s thigh. Then with shitloads of willpower, he pulled back. He removed his hands from under the sheet and moved around to Matt’s head.
He felt Matt’s heated gaze on him, heavy lidded with lust. It was shocking to have this guy want him, look at him with such need. Trevor palmed his own dick through his briefs, feeling too close to the edge himself. He needed to calm down.
Trevor took a deep breath, then slid his fingers into Matt’s soft blond hair, kneading Matt’s scalp for long minutes. Matt seemed to melt into the table. Trevor made circles with his thumbs from the crown of Matt’s head to the base of his skull. Matt murmured in contentment as Trevor massaged down the back of his neck.
The form had clearly stated Matt’s neck and earlobes were areas he enjoyed having caressed. So Trevor gentled his touch, running his nails along the sides of Matt’s neck, feeling Matt’s pulse jump. He used his thumb and fingers to stroke Matt’s earlobes, erogenous zone number two, and he watched Matt’s toes curl. He leaned down and licked Matt’s earlobe and Matt’s hips bucked up.
“Oh shit,” Matt cursed.
That was all the encouragement Trevor needed. He sucked Matt’s earlobe into his mouth, nibbling it, and loved how Matt fisted his hands in the sheets. Trevor leaned over him even more and softly kissed his neck. Slow, open-mouthed kisses toward Matt’s collarbone. Trevor wanted to suck hard, leave a mark, but that seemed like crossing the line. So, instead, he moved his hands down to smooth over Matt’s nipples, then pinched them again like last time.
Matt bit his lip, trying not to make any noise. Where was the fun in that? So Trevor pinched harder, until Matt finally couldn’t hold back, his groan sexy as fuck.
“You’re very thorough,” Matt mumbled.
“Well, we had you fill out the form. I took notes,” Trevor said, surprised that it wasn’t more weird that they were chatting.
“Fuck the form. Foreplay’s overrated.”
“You requested the deluxe massage, sir,” Trevor said in a mock professional tone. He watched Matt’s gaze turn even hotter at the sir part. Oh, Matt liked that. Of course this guy enjoyed being in control. Called sir. Which only turned Trevor on more. Which was a new experience for him; he wasn’t exactly submissive in the bedroom. But right now Matt was his, and that was enough control for him.
Trevor moved back to Matt’s side, his fingers pinching the hard nipples the whole time, and he made sure to lean his groin against Matt’s fingers that were clutching the table. Matt jumped at the contact. So did Trevor. He could feel Matt’s knuckles tentatively grazing him through his briefs. Trevor reached his right hand behind him for more massage oil, then he returned, smoothing his hand down Matt’s abs, circling his navel gently. He pushed aside the sheet still covering Matt’s groin. He wanted to see him this time. And, damn, Matt was impressive. Seven inches, cut, pink head, just enough girth.
His hand closed around Matt’s erection, and Trevor stroked slowly.
“Oh god,” Matt hissed.
Trevor slid his right hand up and down
Matt’s length, his left one cupping Matt’s balls. He jerked Matt’s erection a few more times, then used his thumb to spread Matt’s pre-come around the head, rubbing the sensitive skin. Matt groaned, his fingers clenching and unclenching.
Trevor looked down at Matt’s amazing hands, big and strong and sure, clutching the sides of the table. Before he could talk himself out of it, Trevor released Matt’s balls and grabbed his hand, pressing it against his own erection.
Matt swiveled his head to stare at the contact, where his hand covered Trevor’s briefs, his rock-hard erection underneath. Matt seemed to stop breathing for a second, and Matt’s cock jerked in Trevor’s hand.
“It’s okay,” Trevor murmured, hoping he hadn’t pushed too far.
Matt pulled in a jagged breath, then rubbed Trevor’s hardness through his briefs. Trevor’s head fell back in pleasure, and he squeezed Matt’s erection, rewarding him. They moaned together, and it was the hottest sound Trevor had ever heard.
Trevor moved his free hand to Matt’s now rock-hard nipple. Pressing his palm firmly against it as his right hand started to stroke faster and faster, pausing once to cup Matt’s balls and give a tight squeeze. After a few seconds, Matt started to mirror Trevor’s movement, stroking Trevor’s erection through his briefs, pausing for a moment on Trevor’s tight balls. Matt was tentative, unsure, but the teasing caress was still so fucking good.
Trevor groaned, then reminded himself he was the one who was supposed to be doing the pleasuring. He tweaked Matt’s nipple as his hand stroked Matt’s cock faster and faster, the massage oil providing slick lubrication. Every third stroke, he used his thumb to caress the head of Matt’s cock.
Matt’s breath stuttered. “Harder . . . please.”
Trevor instantly complied, tightening his grip. He looked down at Matt’s lips just inches away. And he realized Matt was watching him, his eyes glazed with passion. Then Matt licked his lips, begging for . . .
Trevor bent down and gently kissed Matt. Oh, fuck, that felt good. He pulled back after a moment, and Matt leaned up almost as if to follow him.
“More?” Trevor whispered.
Matt nodded as his hips started to pump upward into Trevor’s fist. So fucking hot. Trevor kissed Matt again, his lips barely open. Just slow presses of their mouths together. On the fourth kiss, Matt parted his lips just enough to suck on Trevor’s bottom lip. Trevor groaned, his tongue snaking out to ask for access, and when it was granted, the kiss instantly morphed from slow and gentle to hard and passionate.
Trevor swept his tongue inside Matt’s mouth, their tongues tangling, deep thrusts that matched the rhythm of his hand. Matt moaned, his tongue vying for dominance. His teeth scraping just a bit. Matt’s left hand reached up and slid through Trevor’s hair, pulling a bit too hard. So good, so fucking good.
Trevor stroked faster and faster, the kiss turning more carnal, and then Matt’s hand clenched in his hair. Matt leaned back to pant, “Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod,” as his orgasm hit. Matt shot his load all over Trevor’s hand. His body jerking with the force of his orgasm. His toes curling into the sheet.
Trevor watched as jet after jet of come shot from Matt’s cock. And the quarterback just kept going. Matt’s ejaculation provided more lubrication as Trevor kept pumping his fist, milking Matt to the last drop.
Finally, when Matt started to squirm a bit, oversensitive, Trevor pulled away and looked down at him. Their eyes locked. Trevor licked his lips, suddenly nervous. Did Matt want Trevor to kiss him again? He wanted to so bad. But it felt too intimate in the aftermath of Matt’s passion. Now that reality was crashing back down. Now that the frenzied moment had passed. Still, it was so tempting . . .
The sound of Matt’s cell phone ringing broke them out of their trance. Trevor quickly turned away to wash his hands as Matt fumbled to reach over and silence his phone.
Trevor came back with a wet wipe in his hand (handy little things) but Matt flushed a bit, covering himself up, and said, “Uh, I can do it.”
Trevor nodded and handed him the cloth, then turned and pulled his loose hair back into the elastic band. Trevor grabbed his discarded clothes off the floor. He fumbled with his jeans, which were inside out. Righting them, he started to put them on, but Matt’s warm, strong hands were suddenly on his hips. Matt was standing directly behind him, and Trevor could feel Matt’s heat all along his back.
Trevor dropped his jeans and sucked in his breath as Matt wrapped his arm around Trevor’s stomach. Matt walked them backward until Matt was perched on the massage table again, Trevor facing forward between his knees. Trevor held his breath, turned on as hell but confused. He didn’t dare turn around. Didn’t dare look at Matt. He just waited, hoping, and then Matt tentatively slid his hand under the elastic of Trevor’s briefs. Trevor let out a low groan.
“Can I look?” Matt whispered into his ear.
Trevor nodded jerkily and sucked in his breath as Matt lowered his briefs, Trevor’s erection springing free. Matt rested his chin on Trevor’s shoulder to look down at it, and Trevor froze, terrified of Matt stopping . . . whatever it was he was doing. Of Matt being disappointed. Or grossed out by seeing another guy’s dick.
But Matt just reached forward to the counter and pumped some massage lotion into his right hand.
As if in slow motion, Trevor watched Matt’s hand move down to Trevor’s groin and then wrap around his dick and squeeze. Firmly, wetly, tightly. Jesus, was this happening? He felt Matt’s teeth bite into the tendon at the curve of his shoulder as Matt started to pump his cock with fast, sure strokes.
Trevor watched as Bodine College’s star quarterback jerked him off with his strong hand, his thumb occasionally flicking across Trevor’s head to gather up pre-come. Oh, yeah, like he was gonna last long with this wet dream come to life. Trevor reached back and dug his fingers into Matt’s muscular thighs as his orgasm built, his balls tightening. He could hold off another minute, just one more, because this felt so damn good he didn’t want it to end. But he’d also been on the edge of horny for almost an hour. His body wanted relief. Now.
“I’m coming,” he warned Matt, giving him fair notice if he wanted to move back. But Matt leaned into him, his tongue laving the skin at Trevor’s shoulder as his fist pumped even faster. Oh god, so good, so fucking good. And then Trevor was jerking and shooting his load, pathetic groans and moans coming from his mouth.
Trevor rode the wave of pleasure on and on until he floated back to reality and realized someone was knocking on the door: Samantha. Damn, he’d lost track of time.
“Yes?” Trevor managed to call out hoarsely. Shit, could she tell what they’d been doing? Oh, right, who the fuck cared? This place specialized in hidden debauchery.
“Your next client is here,” she called back.
“Okay, thanks.” Trevor looked at the clock. He’d gone ten minutes over. He started to move out from between Matt’s thighs, but then his strong arm encircled Trevor’s waist, blocking him.
“Who’s your next client?” Matt asked.
“A woman, a friend of Samantha’s, just a regular massage,” Trevor stuttered, not wanting Matt to think he was going off to do this again with someone else. Like that would ever happen. Jesus, he’d never blown that hard with anyone else. Ever. Even the kinky playwright he’d spent a summer with.
Matt nodded and released him. “Thanks for the . . . massage,” Matt said, turning away to grab his own clothes. “You’re good at what you do.”
And, suddenly, Trevor felt dirty, like he’d been used and dismissed.
Worse: paid, used, and dismissed. Which, of course, he had been, but he still didn’t want to feel that way. Well, fuck this. Their hour was up, and it was time to move on. Trevor hurriedly yanked on his jeans and shirt, striding toward the door. He didn’t even give the quarterback a backward glance.
Because if he looked at Matt, well then, he’d be ruined. As it was, he knew it would be almost impossible to pretend this had never happened. And that was exactly what he ne
eded to do. Pretend none of this had ever happened for both his tattered ego and his sanity.
Because even though he felt like shit now, Trevor knew that one hour with the quarterback would never be enough.
And yet, it had to be.
It was keg night at Kappa Sigma. Matt sat on a well-used sofa next to Brett, his buddy from his freshman dorm, as the frat party raged on around them. His teammates were getting wasted, enjoying their win that afternoon. And the fellow students of Bodine were partying right along with them. Dancing to loud hip-hop music, drinking weak beer, their faces still covered in orange and black war paint that declared their team spirit.
Matt had once been that pumped about a win. But somehow football wasn’t as exciting anymore. The thrill was gone. Partly because he almost never really celebrated, never got wasted and just let go, certainly never hooked up, because how could he? No, Matt always stayed sober, because he was too worried about what he might do if he was drunk. He always had to be on guard.
But the girl on Matt’s lap seemed oblivious to his feelings (or lack thereof). Jocelyn just kept writhing on his lap to the pulse of the music, so he kept a loose hand on her waist for appearances. Jocelyn had an on-again off-again with her hometown sweetheart, and Matt had told folks the same thing about himself just to keep them off his back for not hooking up more. So even though Jocelyn had come on to him in the past, she’d always accepted it when he said no. Recently, though, she’d started to up the flirtations. That could prove problematic in the future, but right now, he decided not to worry. Because he was much more interested in arguing with Brett over whether the field goal at the end of the game had been a mistake.
“We won the fucking game,” Matt snapped. “It was the right call.”
“It was a pussy move. You should’ve gone for the touchdown.”
“I think he was great.” Jocelyn smacked a kiss on Matt’s cheek and then hopped up to get another beer.
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