by Jess Dee
Max forced his mind away from Trev’s touch, away from the cock in his hand. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I have to tell you something.”
He dropped his arm, releasing Trev’s dick. If those weren’t the deadliest words ever invented—
“Yo, guys?” Des yelled from the dining room. “Game’s on. You coming to play?”
“Be right out,” Max yelled back, though where he found the presence of mind to answer, he had no idea. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning.
“We need to talk,” Trev said.
Max’s stomach twisted. Whatever Trev had to say, he strongly suspected he didn’t want to hear it. “About?”
Trev shook his head. “Things.”
“Real specific there, mate.”
“Alex is dealing,” Des called again. “You in or out?”
“In,” Max called back. Not because he wanted to play, but because he didn’t want to hear whatever Trev had to tell him. Every fiber of his being rebelled against it. Trev had never needed to talk before. Not about them. When it came to them, actions always spoke louder than words.
“I’m out,” Trev murmured, and judging by the level of his voice, he was not addressing anyone outside of the kitchen.
Max took a breath, and then another one, filling his lungs with oxygen. Perhaps a little air would slow the malicious hammering of his heart.
It didn’t.
Trev was out.
Fuck.
“Okay, then.” Max nodded and hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m gonna play.” Fully aware that he was walking away from whatever Trev had to tell him, he stepped out of the kitchen.
Chapter Three
The evening could not have progressed more sluggishly. Max wanted out. He wanted to head for the door. He wanted to get the hell away from Trev’s house and Trev’s bed and Trev’s fucking body.
No, he didn’t. He wanted to stay as close to Trev as humanly possible. He wanted Trev in his life forever. He wanted… Fuck knew what he wanted anymore. Not this. Not Trev’s notable absence at his own table. Not the ache in his gut every time he heard Trev’s murmured “I’m out” in his head. Not the questioning looks everyone flashed him when he walked out of the kitchen alone.
He didn’t want any of this. He wanted him and Trev alone. Together. End of story.
Trev didn’t stay in the kitchen the whole evening. Ten minutes tops and he was back, newly filled ice bucket in hand and a whole lot more drinks to replace the now empty bottles lining the table.
Trev helped himself to a beer, sat down and played a determined game of poker for the rest of the night. He didn’t look at Max, and Max didn’t look at him.
When midnight arrived and the game wound down, everyone stood around saying goodbye. Max grabbed his keys and made for the door, anxious to get out of the house, yet reluctant to walk away. He had to get away from Trev, and he never wanted to leave his fucking side.
Jesus, he was a mess.
He didn’t make it outside. An iron fist clamped around his shoulder, physically preventing him from leaving. To anyone watching, it probably looked like a friendly clap on the back.
It wasn’t.
Des, Alex and Megan left, followed by the terrible trips.
Trev sent them all on their way with happy farewells and a carefree grin. Then he slammed the door shut behind them, slammed Max into the door and kissed him until Max dropped his keys, gasped for air and burned for the man torturing him with his mouth.
“You don’t walk away from me,” Trev exploded. Without waiting for Max’s reply, he yanked his shirt over his head. “You don’t get to spend six weeks out the country, then come back and fuck with my mind. Or my body.” He grabbed Max’s shirt around the neckline and jerked it up, trying to get it off. “You understand me?”
The rasp of cotton ripping should have shocked Max, but it didn’t. It just aroused him more, which shouldn’t have been possible, since that one kiss from Trev had him full to bursting. “Who’s fucking with who?” he shot back. “You said we had to talk, not me. You told me you were out.”
Trev growled and tore the shirt in two so it hung like a rag from his shoulders. Then he was back, crushing his lips over Max’s and pressing his naked abs against Max’s stomach.
Holy fucking hell.
This was what he wanted. This was all he wanted. Trev, so hot for him he didn’t stop to think out the consequences of his actions.
Trev wrenched his mouth away. “I told Des I was out, you stupid dickhead. And so what if we need to talk? You don’t tell me you have wet dreams about me and then leave. Ever. Jesus, if I had my way, you’d never leave.”
Never? The word made him see stars, made the world spin.
“You think I’d rather have a wet dream than fuck you for real?” Max grabbed Trev’s ass and hauled him even closer, ramming their cocks together.
Trev kissed him, again and again, each kiss harder and more intimate than the last. They made Max’s heart soar and his dick ache.
Trev’s irritation and Max’s frustration gave way to sizzling passion as they rocked against each other. The heat between the two of them could have started a fire.
It did start a fire. Max was in flames, so hot, so ready, so fucking in love, he couldn’t stand it. He flattened his hands against Trev’s lower back and slid them under the waistband of his jeans and undies until he held his hot, hard buttocks.
Jesus fucking Christ. This was it. This was what he wanted. Trev’s nude flesh against his.
And then hands were moving, fingers were busy. Belts came off and jeans flew through the air.
“Bedroom! Now,” Max demanded. He would have taken Trev right there on the carpeted floor, would have claimed him forever, if not for the fact he’d arrived here empty-handed. No condoms or lube. And for what he had in mind, they needed both. In copious amounts.
“Bedroom,” Trev agreed and wrapped his hand around Max’s cock.
“Trev…” The breath exploded out of him, and then they were kissing again. Kissing and moving, racing through the house in their urgency to get to Trev’s bed. Trev knocked into a doorframe but didn’t seem to notice, and Max refused to release his lips long enough to ask if he was okay. He’d check later. With his mouth.
The bedroom appeared like a haven in his peripheral vision. Other things appeared in his peripheral vision too, things he’d never noticed before, but his head was too wrapped up in Trev to think twice about them. He’d ask later. Like he’d ask about the unexpected scent of vanilla that tinged the air.
He pushed against Trev’s shoulders, and Trev fell back flat on the bed. Max landed on top of him. God, when had kissing ever turned him on this much? When had the feel of Trev’s hands caressing his back ever sent thousands of goose bumps racing over his skin?
When had he ever needed anyone as much as he needed Trev?
“Touch me,” Trev demanded. “Touch my cock.”
The yearning in his voice thrilled Max. Trev wanted him almost as much as he wanted Trev. He pulled away from their kiss and rolled over so he lay on his side next to him. Then he ran his hand over Trev’s hairless chest, over the tightened nubs of both his nipples, over the flat, washboard abs of his stomach and lower, chasing the light trail of hair that tapered toward his groin where his cock lay hard, steely and dripping.
“Oh, yeah,” Max muttered. With very deliberate movements, he closed his hand around Trev’s shaft and squeezed gently, milking a few more drops of come.
“Ahhhhh, fuck,” was Trev’s response.
Max leaned down and ran his tongue over the tip of Trev’s dick, licking up the mess.
As he swallowed, relishing the salty bitterness, Trev arched his back and moaned. “Christ, I’ve missed this.”
“Not even close to as much as I have,” Max murmured and opened his mouth to suck Trev in, tormenting him with tiny licks around his dick. Tormenting himself, wanting to swallow him whole but r
efusing them both the satisfaction.
Trev rocked against his mouth, trying to get in deeper, faster, but Max held his arm over his thighs, refusing to let him move.
“Max, damn it,” Trev hollered. “Take it. Just fucking take it all.”
Triumphant satisfaction washed over him. Oh yeah, Trev wanted this as much as he did. He would have smiled, but Trev’s dick was too big for that. Too thick. Every muscle in his mouth was necessary to work him in. Slow and steady. That was the trick. If Trev wanted all in, he’d have to be patient.
Max flattened his tongue against the bottom of his mouth and relaxed his throat. It might be a little uncomfortable, but as soon as he had Trev where he wanted him, it would be worth it. He slid Trev’s dick deeper into his mouth and then a little deeper before stopping and fondling his balls.
Trev made wild noises above him, twisting his hips this way then that.
He’d had wet dreams about this. Hot dreams in cold beds. Dreams about Trev shooting in his mouth, shooting down his throat. Dreams that left him spent and hollow in the early hours of the morning.
The dreams were nothing compared to the reality.
Max extended his tongue and forced his throat muscles open, then slid his tongue back into his mouth, taking Trev’s cock with him, and began to swallow.
“Fuck. Oh, God, fuck. Jesus.”
Max pulled back, letting Trev go almost completely before swallowing his dick back down again.
Trev wouldn’t keep still. Soon as Max found his rhythm, Trev began rocking into him, fucking his mouth. He’d missed this. Missed the thick, heavy cock in his throat, missed the salty bitterness of Trev’s come, missed the unrestrained fervor of his passion when they were together.
Missed Trev. So damn much it hurt.
All too soon, the testicles in Max’s hand pulled tight at the base of Trev’s cock and every muscle in Trev’s stomach tensed.
Max pulled off him fast. Not yet. Definitely not yet.
Trev swore viciously, and Max wrapped his hand around the base of his lover’s dick and squeezed.
“Tighter,” Trev wheezed. “Much tighter.”
Max complied, not letting go until Trev fell back with a harsh breath and a nod. “Okay.”
No, not okay. Max wanted him on the edge, wanted him as desperate to be fucked as he was to fuck him. He stretched over to kiss him, making good and sure that Trev squirmed with desire before breaking the kiss. As Trev lay panting on the bed, Max slipped off the edge and positioned himself on his knees, on the floor, by Trev’s feet.
“You ready?” he asked, already grasping Trev’s ankles and pushing his legs until they bent at the knee.
Trev shuffled down the mattress, getting closer to Max. “Always,” was his answer as he wrapped his arms around his shins, holding his legs close to his body.
Max leaned down and drew first one testicle and then the other into his mouth, devouring Trev’s nuts.
Nice, but not what he wanted. Not what Trev wanted, either, obviously. The man had lifted his hips, exposing himself completely to Max’s hungry gaze.
Sweat beaded on Max’s forehead and spine.
There it was. The pink, puckered hole that over the years had provided Max with more pleasure than was decent. The hole attached to the man who provided the pleasure. The only man Max wanted to take pleasure from. Or give pleasure to.
He breathed deep, inhaling Trev’s familiar, musky scent, letting it flow through his lungs. He licked him once.
A jolt ran through Trev’s ass and legs, and Max licked him again, loving Trev’s response, loving the way his hole constricted beneath his tongue.
Low groans filled the air, encouraging, begging.
Max couldn’t deny him. Using his hands to hold Trev’s buttocks apart, he leaned in and feasted. Laved his lover. Licking him first with long, slow strokes, then with quick flicks, then back to long strokes again. He licked him until the tight ring of muscle relaxed totally, and Trev was clenching and unclenching his butt cheeks, pleading for more.
The he drove his tongue as far inside Trev as he could get it.
His dick throbbed, heavy with blood, hungry for release.
He licked Trev from the inside out and the outside in, and when his hole was good and loose and wet, he slid his finger an inch inside.
“No more!” Trev’s voice was raw. “No more teasing. I can’t take it.”
Max looked up over his lover’s enormous erection, over the gorgeous strength of his heaving chest to his face. Trev stared back at him, his gaze hazy, his cheeks flushed.
“Fuck me,” Trev moaned. “Please, just give me your cock.”
Max struggled to breathe, struggled to stay on his knees when every instinct screamed at him to stand up and slam his shaft into Trev’s ass. “You ready for this?”
Trev dropped his knees and pushed up on one elbow to look at Max. “I’ve been ready for six damn weeks!” He grasped his cock with his free hand and pumped himself. “I swear, I’m close. If you don’t fuck me now, I’m coming without you.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Max was on his feet and at the bedside table in a flash. Condoms and lube were right where they always were, and he sheathed himself and smeared a healthy dollop of lube on his cock.
Trev rolled onto his stomach. “Hurry.”
Max added another dollop to his fingers for good measure and climbed onto the bed between Trev’s spread legs.
Trev shoved his ass in the air, and Max took the opportunity to press his finger against his hole. Thanks to the work he’d done with his tongue and the lube on his finger, he met with no resistance. He slipped inside and pressed deep.
At Trev’s harsh groan he added another finger, stretching him.
“No!” Trev’s cry was hoarse. “Your dick, not your fingers.”
With a wet slurp, Max withdrew his fingers and lay atop his lover, pressing his chest against Trev’s back. He cradled Trev’s butt with his hips and rested one hand beside Trev’s head for support. The other he slid around Trev’s waist and found his cock jammed between the sheets and Trev’s hips. He massaged the excess lube into it, pumping him gently.
“Max.” Trev’s voice was low, a warning.
Max released him, aligned their thighs and centered his aching cock between Trev’s butt cheeks. He thrust once, breaching Trev’s hole.
“Fuck, yeah!” Trev yelled.
Blood roared in Max’s ears, raced to his eyes. He couldn’t see, couldn’t think. He drove in again, a sharp, fluid movement that seated him halfway in Trev’s ass, as deep as he could get at this angle.
“Ah, God, Trev…” He couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. His throat felt raw. If his T-shirt had tortured his nipples earlier, the smooth skin on Trev’s back tormented them now.
Trev bucked beneath him. “Move. Now, move!”
Max did. Short, sharp thrusts in and out. Fast, very fast. Then faster still at Trev’s urging. Christ, the rush. Like nothing he’d ever known. Nothing felt as good as Trev’s ass.
He lifted the upper half of his body and shifted slightly, wedging a thigh between Trev’s legs and seating himself deeper in his ass. Both men moaned.
He dipped his head and kissed Trev’s neck, sucked at the flesh as he ran his hand over his shoulder and plunged in harder and faster. Trev rocked his butt up to meet Max’s dick.
Not enough, not deep enough. Max knelt on both knees, wrapped his hands around Trev’s hips and pulled him back onto his shaft.
Then he had to stop. He was seated to the hilt in Trev. He couldn’t go deeper. If he moved now, he’d come.
Trev must have sensed his dire situation because he froze too, not moving an inch.
Seconds passed, minutes, their ragged breaths loud in the silent house.
“You good to go?” Trev asked at last. He squeezed his muscles experimentally around Max’s cock.
“Yeah.” Max’s frayed answer was all he could offer. He pulled out and pushed back into Trev, just once, testing.
He breathed a small sigh and rolled his hips.
All good. With the next thrust, Trev rocked back to meet him.
Not just good. Perfect.
Max drove into Trev over and over, finally letting go of his self-restraint. He lost himself to the rhythm of making love. Lost himself to the tempo of Trev’s body, to the soothing beat of the velvety channel clenching and unclenching around him, to the harmonious groans of the man beneath him.
No one on earth, man or woman, made him feel this good, this alive. Every inch of his flesh hummed. Trev was all he needed, all he wanted. He plunged into him, again and again, absorbing every moan and gasp that Trev uttered.
The pace was too good, too tempting. He had to slow down. As if Trev had read his mind, he dropped forward onto the bed, and Max dropped with him, lying above him once more. This time his strokes were slower, less harried. He took his time, with shallow, measured movements, and as Trev’s channel caressed his dick, he caressed Trev’s arms, running his palms over the hard muscles of his biceps and down past his elbows to his hands.
He leaned in and kissed Trev’s neck, sucking on the skin there and below his ear. He resisted biting his earlobe. Not yet, not until he’d had his fill, made up for six weeks of loneliness. But when Trev moaned in response and twisted his head ever so slightly, he couldn’t resist. He nibbled, very gently, on his lobe.
Trev linked his fingers through Max’s, holding him, and for endless minutes they lay together, entwined in every possible way.
God, perfect. So…intimate.
Lost in the heat and the beauty of the moment, he whispered on a soft breath, “I love you.”
Trev froze.
Max froze.
Christ, what had he said?
With a gruff moan, Trev twisted his neck to look at Max.
Max saw passion and desire and heat and…
Trev rolled, pulling away from Max. But only for a second, then Trev was on his back, tugging at him, demanding.
Max could not get between his legs fast enough. In seconds he was once again seated deep inside Trev’s ass, only this time he stared down into the man’s brown eyes.