Trey turned his head and licked along his jaw, then nipped his earlobe. “God, you were amazing up there,” he whispered. “So fucking gorgeous I hated them all for seeing you. Didn’t want to share.”
“I’m yours now, babe.”
“Gonna blow you.”
“Yes.”
Trey was gone for the two seconds it took the lock the camper door, and then he was on his knees, dragging Dom’s shorts and briefs down to his ankles. Dom went from halfway to fully erect with only a few long licks, and then Trey pulled him deep into wet heat. Dom held the sides of his face, unable to stop watching the way his cock stretched Trey’s lips. The way his cheeks hollowed as he drew back. The frequent eye contact from beneath a fan of thick lashes. And thateyeliner.
Dom had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. “Jack yourself, too.”
The soft groan that order got vibrated in Dom’s dick. Trey fumbled to free himself, released Dom long enough to spit on his own palm, and then sucked Dom back in. Dom wasn’t sure when Trey stopped sucking and held still, but suddenly Dom was holding Trey’s face and thrusting into his mouth. Trey didn’t protest or try to stop. He took everything Dom gave him, so gorgeous with his lips stretched and chin wet with drool.
“You are so fucking beautiful right now, babe,” Dom said. “Goddamn.”
Trey made a noise of agreement, pumping his own dick faster. Searching for his own release.
Dom’s sneaked up on him, distant one moment, and then the next it slammed into him in a bright wall of pleasure. He pumped down Trey’s throat, and Trey swallowed frantically to keep up. Dom’s knees trembled as his climax rolled through him; he was grateful to be leaning against a wall or door or something. He didn’t care. All he cared about was watching Trey come.
Even better. . . .
He dropped to his knees next to Trey, then bent and took Trey into his mouth.
“Holy shit!”
Trey came almost immediately, and Dom drank down his load, licking Trey’s length until its very gasping owner pushed him away. Dom collapsed onto his side in the narrow space, and Trey flopped down next to him, red-faced and grinning.
“That was,” Trey said.
Dom smiled. “Yeah. That was. Hi.”
“Hi yourself. I meant what I said. About how you looked onstage.”
“I haven’t been that happy performing in a long time.” Dom soaked in the memories of peace and excitement and rightness of those precious sixteen minutes. “And we weregood.”
Trey snort-laughed. “Yeah, you were. You guys put together a fantastic set.”
“Thanks. All of your songs were amazing, too, by the way. I am in awe of your songwriting talent. Seriously.”
“Well, I’m in awe of your violin skills, so we’re even.”
“Maybe one day I’ll play my violin in front of a crowd like that again.”
Trey’s gaze flickered to various points on his face. Dom could practically hear the internal debate going on—ask about that, don’t ask about that? Trey finally sat up without addressing it and tucked himself away. Dom stood and did the same, then started to explore.
“I’ve never been in a fancy camper like this,” he said. “Whose is it again?”
“Family friend of Andy’s.” Trey leaned his hip against the stove and watched him.
Dom poked into the bathroom. “You are so fucking lucky you have a shower. We have to walk a ways to the public bathrooms.”
“You can use ours while you’re here.”
“Yeah?”
Trey waggled his eyebrows. “It’s big enough to share.”
“Done.”
