“Oh, fuck,” Magnus moaned, his hands tightening behind Trey’s head.
No words followed, but they weren’t necessary. When Magnus threw his head back and came with a low groan, Trey was quick to follow.
Oddly enough, he had needed that. It had taken the edge off.
Albeit only temporarily.
Trey was still hard five minutes after he’d fallen off of Magnus, allowing the man to breathe while he fought to drag air into his own lungs.
That was … he wanted to say unexpected, but he knew that was a lie. It was exactly as he’d thought it would be. He hadn’t been imagining their chemistry, and round two proved it.
From the beginning, Trey had figured sex with Magnus would be mind-blowing because there was just something about him, something erotic, something that made Trey want to do dirty, dirty things. And he’d been right, although mind-blowing did seem like a slight understatement.
Forcing himself up, Trey headed for the bathroom, took care of disposing of the condom. He splashed water on his face and purposely avoided his reflection. He did not need to see the satisfaction he knew he’d find there. Whatever that was … it had been perfect. No strings, no expectations. Fucking for the sake of fucking and a man who could give as good as he got.
Yeah, Trey liked fucking Magnus. He liked it a lot.
Needing more time, he turned on the shower and climbed in, not bothering to wait until it was hot. Lukewarm would have to do, because going back to that bed, to Magnus … it wasn’t an option right now. The only thing he wanted was to continue what they’d started. He wanted to spend the next few hours lost in the pleasure of it, lost in the man, and he wasn’t sure that was a wise idea.
Sighing, he grabbed for the three-in-one soap, lathered his hair and his face before turning into the spray. It was while he was letting the water wash it all away that he heard Magnus come in. The shower curtain pulled back with a slight screech of metal rings on a metal bar, closed again, and then there were hands on him. Calloused hands. Steady hands.
“Tryin’ to run already?” Magnus’s raspy voice was followed by warm lips across Trey’s shoulders. His nipples tightened from the sensation, skin prickling because it felt so fucking good.
Trey was one who needed to be touched. He enjoyed it immensely, something he found wasn’t for everyone. His ex-husband, for example. Unless sex was involved, Paul hadn’t been interested.
Magnus’s arms came around him, pulling him back. Trey didn’t resist, leaning into him, letting those hands roam over him while the water continued to heat, steaming up the bathroom. Reaching back, he placed his hands on Magnus’s thighs, moaned when Magnus began flicking Trey’s nipples with his thumbnails.
“You like that.”
Since it wasn’t a question, Trey didn’t confirm or deny. It was obvious he did and Magnus knew it.
Gentle hands turned him, urged him back. Trey leaned against the wall, watched as Magnus leaned in and used his tongue and teeth to torment his nipples, making them harden more. When he bit down, Trey dropped his head back and groaned. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. That little bite of pain was what he needed, what he craved.
Magnus didn’t stop. His hands continued to roam while his mouth followed suit, trailing over Trey’s chest, his shoulders, arms. He could hardly breathe for how good it felt. More than he bargained for. More than he deserved.
As though his goal was to be thorough, Magnus had him turn again, his ministrations moving over Trey’s back, lower. Completely blissed out, he had no choice but to let Magnus maneuver him this way and that until Trey ended up with his palms flat on the tiled wall, his hips back, and a talented tongue working him into a frenzy.
This hadn’t been the agreement, he knew. Trey had intended to fuck Magnus, not the other way around. It was easier that way. Trey could keep his distance that way.
But at some point, he’d lost his determination, given in, and now he was eager to feel Magnus inside him.
When Magnus’s lips trailed up his spine once more, Trey didn’t move. He remained where he was when he said, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”
A deep groan echoed in the small space, and he could feel the air being displaced as Magnus moved around. He heard the ripping of foil, sent up a silent thank you for a man who was always prepared. Then the sound of a cap opening told Trey Magnus had found the lube he kept there for those times when his palms were just too damn rough to do any good.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groaned, pushing back against the finger that slid inside him. He twitched and jerked as Magnus skillfully teased his prostate, drawing ragged breaths through his lungs as he fought to maintain his composure.
Trey let it overwhelm him, the way Magnus fingered him, adding another, then another until Trey was breathing hard from the stimulation and the bite of pain.
And when Magnus withdrew, replacing his fingers with his cock, Trey braced his hands firmly on the wall and accepted the brutal thrusts that shook him to his very core. The slap of their bodies, the rush of the water, their grunts, their groans, it all coalesced into sensory overload. And when Magnus came, Trey was quick to follow with Magnus’s name on his lips and a violent shudder that nearly swept him off his feet.
After washing up, rinsing off, then shutting off the water, they returned to the queen-sized bed, bodies colliding all over again. This time, Trey took his time, used Magnus’s body in an effort to give and take pleasure in equal measure until they were both too tired, too wrung out to do anything but drift off.
When Trey woke a few hours later, it was to find that regret had set in. Not because he was alone in the bed, Magnus having slipped out like a thief in the night for the second time. No, he was grateful for that. The regret came from knowing he’d allowed himself to feel too much once again. He’d promised himself he would stop this, stop letting himself be used, stop succumbing to his desire to not be alone.
He feared he was exactly what his ex-husband had accused him of being: fucking needy.
As he lay there in the darkened room, his thoughts drifting to Magnus, to what they’d done and how fucking good it had felt, Trey knew this wasn’t going to work. Not for him. Inevitably, he would push Magnus away. No, better yet, he wouldchaseMagnus away, and Trey was sick and fucking tired of being the one left behind because of his absurd need to be wanted.
