Trevor’s hands on his hips were more a connecting point than support, firm and warm against his body. Brendan cried out as Trevor pushed inside him, filling him up with every last inch of that thick cock, driving in deep.
“Fuck,” Brendan said, gasping a little as Trevor casually jacked Brendan’s cock a couple of times, sending shockwaves up his spine. “Fuck.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” Trevor said, pulling back out.
Brendan laughed, feeling a little delirious. “God, I hope not.”
Trevor thrust into him and Brendan didn’t move, couldn’t move, and that was the best part. Letting Trevor hold him up, and keep him safe, and take him apart with every thrust. It felt so good, the way Trevor telekinetically held him at just the right angle to hit his prostate with every slide in and out.
Brendan wanted to come so badly, body tight in Trevor’s hold, his nerves burning with it. He practically sobbed when Trevor wrapped a hand around his cock again and started to jack him off with tight fingers.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good like this,” Trevor said, sounding almost in awe. “Youfeelso good.”
“Yeah?” Brendan asked, wanting to shake apart when he couldn’t move anything but his mouth it seemed like.
“You’re perfect.” Trevor panted the words into his mouth before kissing him, still fucking him hard, the next roll of Trevor’s hips practicallymeanin the best way. “I’ll fuck you like this anytime you want.”
Brendan whined, nerves on fire as Trevor fucked him and jacked him off like Brendan was something to be cherished that way. “Promise?”
“However you want. Wherever you want. Whenever you want.”
Trevor punctuated each word with a hard thrust that had Brendan screaming at the end as he came, breathing so rapidly spots danced across his vision when he couldn’t seem to get enough air in his lungs. His entire body strained against the power keeping him in place, practically vibrating through his orgasm.
Trevor kissed him fiercely as gravity returned in stages. Brendan slid up the wall on Trevor’s next thrust, legs gone heavy in the air. Trevor hooked his arms beneath Brendan’s knees and pressed him against the wall, using strength instead of telekinesis to hold him up now. Brendan’s arms slid down the wall to fall over Trevor’s shoulders, hands loose and shaking in the air.
All Brendan felt, all he could taste, was Trevor as the other man came with a groan, grinding into him with hard, heavy thrusts that rocked Brendan’s entire body the way his own orgasm hadn’t. Trevor breathed harshly into his ear for a few seconds, holding him up, before carefully taking them both to the floor.
Brendan settled on Trevor’s lap, loose and pliant, Trevor’s cock still half-hard in his ass. Trevor held him close, nosing at his sweaty hair before murmuring, “Stay.”
The only word Brendan had the strength to say was “Yes.”
He stayed that night, and the next, and the one after that.
Brendan never did move back into his apartment. He was perfectly fine with that, and he knew Trevor was, too.
13
Washington, D.C.
USA
“Are you sure I’m invited?”Brendan asked.
Trevor glanced over at his lover and smiled encouragingly. “Of course you’re invited. It’s a team dinner, and they’ve been wanting to meet you properly for weeks.”
Brendan nervously ran a hand through his hair, the street lights reflecting in his eyes. He held the storage container with the brownies they’d made that afternoon on his lap. It had taken two tries to get a batch made, and an emergency delivery of extra brownie mix, when Brendan had proven too much of a distraction in the kitchen, covered in flour and absently licking brownie mix off his fingers.
Because of the delay—and a second shower for each of them—they were going to be the last ones to arrive at Jamie and Kyle’s home along the Potomac River in the Palisades. Trevor was surprised the two had actually managed to pry time away from the campaign trail. Mid-October was a frantic, grinding mess in politics right now, with the presidential election only a few weeks away.
Trevor suspected Jamie had needed a break from the media. Coming home to D.C. for a few days’ rest to recharge meant everyone else on the team inevitably found their way back as well. Jamie had been kind enough to set the dinner on one of Brendan’s days off so he could join them.
“This is going to sound stupid, but what if they don’t like me?”
“I like you,” Trevor said as he took a left turn on a yellow light. “Which means they’ll like you.”
Brendan blew out a breath, rolling his shoulders. “This feels a little like meeting family. I want to make a good impression.”
Trevor lifted his hand off the gear shift to squeeze Brendan’s knee. “Just be yourself.”
