“Well, you didn’t come home last night, so—”
Brendan let out a yelp as the world spun and he suddenly found himself lying flat on his back on the couch, with Trevor looming over him. “I had meetings.”
“With your team?” Brendan asked, helpfully lifting his hips so Trevor could undo his jeans and yank them off, along with his underwear.
“Technically, that’s classified, but yes.”
“Yeah, well, I had a meeting last night. With my right hand.” Brendan gasped as his hands were dragged above his head by an invisible force and pressed into the couch cushion. He swallowed, cock growing harder by the second at that show of power. “I think my meeting was more fun.”
Trevor shoved the USMC T-shirt up to Brendan’s armpits, putting his body on display. “You know what? I’m not going to argue with you on that. I’m just mad I couldn’t join you.”
Brendan pressed a knee against Trevor’s side. “You’re here now.”
“Yeah. I am.”
Trevor leaned down and kissed him again, licking in deep. Brendan arched up against him, looking for some friction. Trevor pulled back long enough to strip out of his own clothes. Brendan’s mouth watered at the sight of Trevor’s cock, wanting it in his mouth.
“Let me suck you,” he said.
Trevor stroked his cock a few times, rubbing his thumb over the head as he did so. He studied Brendan with a contemplative look in his eyes. “I kind of wanted to take you to the bedroom and fuck you against the wall.”
Brendan’s cock went rock hard at that suggestion. “Oh, fuck yes.”
The invisible pressure around his wrists disappeared, and Trevor helped him off the couch with easy strength. Brendan stumbled after him to the bedroom and didn’t fight against Trevor’s power when he found himself gently shoved against the wall. It was cool against his overheated back, making him shiver as his feet left the floor, body getting picked up and cradled by telekinesis. His arms moved of their own accord, rising over his head until he could lace his fingers together, as if his wrists were tied together.
Brendon strained against the pressure, testing it, but half his body was locked in place. He couldn’t move anything but his head and his legs, which he wrapped around Trevor’s waist when the other man stepped in close. Brendan moaned when their cocks slid against each other, letting his head fall back a little against the wall.
Trevor gripped Brendan’s ass, holding him in place with fingers and telekinesis. “Never got the chance to use my power this way before.”
“Never?” Brendan asked, swallowing thickly as Trevor ground their hips together in a distracting way.
“Couldn’t share what I was with anyone who didn’t know. I never asked the few people I dated who knew if they’d want to try.” Trevor hesitated before saying, “I didn’t think they’d like it.”
There was a lot to unpack in Trevor’s hesitancy, but not right now. “Their loss. I’m here now, and you promised me wall-fucking and fajitas.”
Trevor laughed, pressing his forehead against Brendan’s collarbone. “So I did.”
The lube telekinetically flew off the nightstand where Brendan had left it last night and came to a stop in the air by Trevor’s shoulder. Trevor raised his head to kiss Brendan breathless before grabbing the lube, slicking up his fingers, and pushing two into Brendan’s hole all the way to the last knuckle.
Brendan choked on air, wanting to move away from the intrusion, and at the same time, push back against it. He could do nothing but stay locked in place between the wall and Trevor’s body, and let Trevor stretch him open.
Trevor sucked at his throat, doing his best to leave a bruise on Brendan’s skin as he worked his fingers in deep. Brendan panted through the teasing thrusts, chest tight, but not from Trevor’s power.
“I want you in me,” Brendan moaned.
Trevor laughed, flexing his fingers. “Iamin you.”
“Your cock, goddamn it. I want your cock in me.”
Trevor curled his fingers and rubbed them over Brendan’s prostate, making Brendan’s toes curl at the sensation. He tightened his legs around Trevor’s waist, only to gasp when they were telekinetically pulled apart. Trevor used his power to gently spread Brendan’s legs wider and hold them up. He tilted Brendan’s hips to the perfect angle that would satisfy Trevor.
Brendan’s back curved from the motion, strain never building in his body. He was wrapped up in Trevor’s telekinesis with such care that nothing hurt, and he knew nothing would. Brendan met Trevor’s gaze, licking his lips at the hungry want writ clear across Trevor’s face.
“You should really fuck me now,” Brendan said in a shaky voice.
“Yeah, I think I should.”
Trevor pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his cock. The first push in had Brendan biting his lip at the sting, but he didn’t care. He wanted this, and he trusted Trevor to give it to him so good that he’d be walking around for days after with this moment embedded in his skin.
