Trey wasn’t ready and Dom wasn’t going there, but he could think of a dozen other ways to get off together. “Trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Take your shorts off and get in bed.”
Trey kissed the side of his neck, then did as he’d been told. Dom shucked his own shorts before climbing the ladder to Trey’s elevated bed. There was only about four feet between the ceiling and the mattress, and Dom thunked his head twice trying to get up there.
“It takes practice,” Trey said with a laugh.
“No shit.”
Dom decided to hell with sitting up and tackled Trey flat onto his back. He half knelt over Trey, knees on either sides of his hips so their erections rubbed together. Dom pressed down, adding delicious pressure, and braced his elbows next to Trey’s shoulders. Trey dragged him into a hard kiss, tongue thrusting into Dom’s mouth. Dom rolled his hips, rubbing their cocks together, pressed hard between their bellies.
Trey bit at his lips and nipped at his tongue, turning the kiss almost violent. The very best kind of attack, so Dom returned the favor. He wrapped his arms around Trey and rutted harder, snapping his hips and demanding his release. Trey went first, fingers raking down Dom’s back hard enough to leave marks. Dom had no mercy, thrusting more desperately and earning high-pitched gasps from Trey.
His orgasm hit without the usual buildup, hard and fast and blinding in its strength. He pressed his face into Trey’s neck, breathing in the heady scents of sweat and musk and man. His body stilled while pleasure continued to ripple through him. Trey’s arms went tight around his waist, holding him there.
“Jesus Christ, that was . . .” Dom muttered.
“Yeah.” Trey wrapped one leg around Dom’s. “That was.”
Dom didn’t want the spell to end, so he stayed there, draped over Trey, until the drying spunk between them started getting itchy and uncomfortable.
“Shower?” Trey said.
“Definitely.”
He hit his head again getting off the bed. Trey snickered the entire brief walk to the bathroom. They had way too much fun grabbing and poking while they rinsed off. Dom loved every minute of it, the actions somehow intimate and knowledgeable. The moves of old lovers, not of two guys who’d known each other less than twenty-four hours.
He wanted to get to know Trey better, but now that he knew about Fading Daze, all Dom had was today. And he was going to make it memorable.
Dom backed Trey up against the shower wall and kissed him until the water ran cold. Both their dicks were down for a while but that was okay. Kissing him was still amazing and fun and felt great. Trey didn’t object, and he seemed to find every excuse to touch Dom while they dried off and dressed again.
They played for another hour, everything from more Evanescence to Sia to fucking John Lennon, the time inching closer to four thirty and the end of this. Dom didn’t want to leave the bubble and go back into the real world, but he’d promised to meet his friends at the hotel by five so they could go to dinner together.
He’d much rather stay and eat cold pizza with Trey.
At four thirty his cell alarm went off, nearly startling Trey off his desk chair. Dom stabbed at the alert, unreasonably angry at his phone for doing what he’d asked it to do.
“I have to go.”
Trey’s face fell hard, but he recovered quickly. “Damn, already?”
“Yeah, I’m meeting my crew for dinner.”
“Oh. Today was really fun. And not just sex, but the music and everything.”
“It really was.” Dom packed his violin away, probably more slowly than necessary.
Trey followed him to the front door. “I want to do this again. I love playing like that with you.”
“Me too.” As soon as Trey figured out who Dom was, he’d want nothing to do with him. “You’ve got my digits, yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
Dom reached for the doorknob, but it swung out of his reach. A short, curvy girl bopped inside and nearly ran into both of them. She had straight brown hair that hung just shy of brushing her shoulders, and long bangs that framed a pretty face in a way that reminded Dom of Catherine Zeta-Jones inChicago.
She startled back, keys rattling in her hand. “Oh hey.” She looked Dom up and down. “Hello, gorgeous.”
