“You deserve better than me, you know.”
He blinked hard, surprised by the sudden deflation of Trey’s self-esteem. “You’re crazy.”
“No, I mean it. You’re so open about who you are. You don’t apologize for it, you just go after what you want. I’m the coward hiding behind my best friend and heteronormative assumptions.”
“Hey, you’re not a coward.” Dom shifted closer so he could drape his arm across Trey’s shoulders. Trey leaned into him, a welcome heat. “You’re in a tough spot, so you don’t challenge other people’s assumptions about you. You’ll come out when you’re ready, Trey, not when the rest of the world thinks you are.”
“Unless we’re found out.”
“Yeah, well, if that happens we’ll deal with it. So far so good, though, right?”
“True.” Trey leaned his head against Dom’s shoulder. “This is nice. Being able to touch you. I missed it.”
“Me too.” Dom turned the one-sided embrace into a full-on hug, cinching his arms around Trey’s waist and pressinghis face into Trey’s neck. Inhaling the scent of him—sweat, aftershave, and his own unique musk. His dick took notice of their proximity. He pressed a gentle kiss against damp skin.
“Mmmm.” Trey’s hands tightened in his shirt. “Missed you, Dom.”
“Me too, babe.”
They didn’t have a lot of time left, but Dom wasn’t leaving that tent without getting his mouth on Trey’s cock. He nudged Trey onto his back, tugged his shorts and briefs down far enough for access, and went down on Trey’s hardening dick. It was fast and sloppy and not Dom’s best work, but he swallowed every drop that Trey gave him when he climaxed.
Trey pounced immediately and returned the favor with long, hard pulls and firm swipes of his tongue. When he started playing with Dom’s balls, Dom shot, a haze of bliss settling over him in the hot tent. Trey licked him clean, then came up for a demanding kiss, all tongue and lips and teeth. As if he was staking his claim. Dom returned the kiss in kind, until Trey’s phone beeped.
“Fuck, time’s up,” Trey said. He sat up, his eyes sparkling even in the dim light. “Want me to talk them into giving up the tent again tomorrow?”
“Aren’t they going to ask questions?”
“Nah, they’re super chill. All I said was I wanted some alone time with a very special someone.”
“Then I am definitely up for more tent time.”
Trey tapped his chin. “I might be able to score us some camper time, too, if Dani agrees.”
“Wait, she knows?”
“Oh, oops. Yes. Um, she woke up during our first FaceTime date and saw some of it. But she knows how important this is to me, so she agreed to keep quiet.”
Dom grinned. “That’s some best friend.”
“The very best. Plus, the camper has air-conditioning.”
“No shit?” Dom was stuck in a sweaty tent while Trey had AC and probably a bathroom that wasn’t being shared by a few thousand people. “Lucky bastard.”
“Andy got it for us to use. He was a lucky find.”
“He’s a good percussionist, too. I’m glad you found him in time for tomorrow.”
“Me too. If I don’t see you, then good luck. I mean it.”
Trey’s bright smile hit him right in the balls. “You too, Dom. I know this is huge for both of us.”
Dom sealed the good luck with a kiss, tucked himself back into his shorts, and then crept over to the tent’s opening. The door faced the Jeep, probably for privacy. Once he determined the coast was clear, Dom ducked out and headed for his own tent. He didn’t care that he probably smelled like someone who’d gotten lucky. He wouldn’t deny it if his friends asked. He also wouldn’t tell them who. They’d assume he banged a hot fan to work off his anxiety over tomorrow’s performance.
And Dom was just fine with that. Trey was his special secret to keep for a little while longer.
ELEVEN
Trey wakingup with a boner was nothing new. Waking up with a boner while sharing a bed with Danielle was a very special kind of awkward.
