Trey was hella glad Danielle was driving, because trying to navigate the streets of Manhattan would have turned him into a shivering, blubbering mess. He spent most of the time between going through the Holland Tunnel and pulling up to the hotelwith his eyes shut. A valet helped them load their instruments onto carts, and a festival volunteer took it off to wait for their performances, but Dominic held tight to his violin.
Their room had two full-size beds and a cot, which Andy volunteered to sleep on. Trey quickly claimed the bed near the windows for him and Dominic, who gaped around the place like he’d never seen a hotel room before. It wasn’t anything fancy, and the view was of an alley, but they were in New York City.
And they had hours before opening ceremonies and the showcase. As much as Trey wanted to explore the city, he needed alone time with Dominic more. He considered shoving Dominic onto the bed and climbing on top as a not-so-subtle hint to his roommates. Danielle scored major best-friend points by suggesting that she, Bobby, and Andy check out the hotel, find Carnegie Hall, and see about some good places to eat.
Quick on the uptake, the guys figured it out when she didn’t invite him and Dominic along.
The door clicked shut, and Trey turned the lock bar to be safe. He sensed Dominic behind him before hands roughly turned him around and pressed his back into the door. Dominic grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him hard. Trey opened to the kiss and the slide of Dominic’s tongue. He fisted the front of Dominic’s shirt, needing him naked right the hell now. He’d missed this so much. Missed Dominic.
A strong thigh pressed between his legs, sending happy signals to his hardening cock. Trey rubbed against Dominic’s thigh, loving the soft sounds Dominic made. He groped Dominic’s erection through his khaki shorts. “Want you to fuck me,” Trey said between hungry kisses.
“Yeah.”
Dominic released him from the dizzying kiss and sank to his knees. Trey melted at the sight of Dominic there, tugging his shorts and briefs down, fisting his dick. And then Dominicsucked on the crown, and all Trey could do was feel. Feel the amazing sensation of the man he loved licking and stroking his dick, nibbling the foreskin, taking him into his mouth as far as he could, making Trey impossibly harder.
They’d come so close to losing this and Trey couldn’t even remember why.
A slick finger nudged at Trey’s hole. He opened his legs wider, giving Dominic easier access to rub and caress and slowly sink inside. Trey groaned, not even caring if someone in the hall heard, because his boyfriend was sucking his dick like he needed it to breathe and finger-fucking him like a boss. He grabbed Dominic’s shoulders and held on, until he realized Dominic had stopped moving, and Trey was doing all of the fucking. Dominic clamped his free hand over Trey’s, turning over all of his trust that Trey wouldn’t hurt him.
The adoration shining in Dominic’s eyes had Trey’s orgasm cresting too soon. He tugged away from Dominic with a panted “Don’t wanna come yet.”
Saliva dribbled down Dominic’s chin and throat. Trey knelt and licked it up, then attacked Dominic’s mouth. Thrust his tongue inside hard, mimicking how he wanted to be fucked. Dominic grabbed his hips and rolled him under, trapping Trey’s leaner body between his knees. He rutted his cotton-covered erection against Trey’s, and the friction made him all kinds of crazy.
“Fuck, Dom.”
“Soon.” Dominic curled his left arm behind Trey’s neck and held him while he attacked Trey’s neck. Nips and licks and bites that had his balls drawing up tight.
Trey got a hand between them and down Dominic’s shorts. He clasped Dominic’s shaft and squeezed. Dominic shouted, then sat up and yanked off his shirt. Made quick work of his flyand fished out his dick. Trey licked his lips. Dominic’s slow grin made Trey’s heart kick.
Dominic knee-walked his way up Trey’s chest until he was looming hard over Trey’s willing mouth. He opened. Dominic pressed the tip of his dick against Trey’s lips, held still a beat, and then gently slid his length inside. Trey prepared for hard and fast but Dominic took his time. Slow slides in until he bumped Trey’s soft palate. Gentle glides out, allowing Trey to use his teeth on the underside vein. As rushed and demanding as Trey’s blow job had been, the lazy face fucking only made Trey hotter. More desperate for Dominic to take him, fuck him hard, lay claim to what Trey freely offered.
Impatient for what he wanted, Trey squeezed Dominic’s thighs hard enough for him to pull out, freeing Trey’s mouth. “Need you in me, Dom, please.”
Dominic exhaled hard through his nose, then rolled off Trey and shucked the rest of his clothes. Trey tugged out of his shirt on his way to the bed. He tugged down the covers. The air moved behind him, and then Dominic tackled him face-first onto the bed. They bounced, and Trey came up laughing. He squirmed around until they were face-to-face, Dominic pressing him into the mattress, their erections sliding together between their stomachs.
“Tell me you packed stuff,” Dominic panted.
“I packed stuff.” The human blanket atop him didn’t move. “Um, my telekinesis is on the fritz, so if we want the stuff . . .”
Dominic pressed his forehead to Trey’s, warm breath fanning over his mouth. “Memorizing this. I’ve missed you so much. Missed how I feel when I’m with you.”
“How do you feel?”
“Awake. Alive. Real.” He nudged Trey’s nose with his. “Loved.”
“I do love you. For a while now, I think, but it was never the right time to say it.”
“Me too.” Dominic finally rose up onto his hands and knees. “I like you there. Tell me where the stuff is.”
“Blue front pocket on my duffel bag.”
He scooted to the edge of the bed and bent over, tipping his gorgeously chiseled ass up into the air. Trey nearly reached out and smacked it just to see the muscle bounce—and then he remembered what else he’d packed in that pocket with the condoms and lube.
Dominic sat up with those two things in hand, as well as a small flat box, wrapped in silver paper, with Dominic’s name printed on top. He glanced at Trey from beneath dark lashes. “I’m guessing I wasn’t supposed to see this?”
Trey rolled onto his butt and crossed his legs, a little nervous about the gift he’d planned on giving him during a quiet dinner for two tonight. No time like the present. “I bought that for you back at the regional Unbound festival.”
“Really?”
