Trevor’s eyes blinked open slowly, and then he leaned up. “Kiss me,” Trevor demanded, and he’d never given an easier order to comply with. Lane yanked down his briefs and climbed onto Trevor, leaning in to kiss him lush and wet.
Trevor groaned as he tasted himself on Lane’s tongue, and Lane froze as his touch, still gentle and careful, not wanting to come just yet, was joined by another.
Hesitant, but that was Trevor’s hand, curling around his cock, drawing pleasure out of him as easy as breathing.
“Yes, God, please,” Lane begged against Trevor’s lips, and Trevor’s grip tightened up. It only took less than a minute for the orgasm to hit him, striping up Trevor’s chest.
Lane panted into their kiss. Then had to pull back, because he needed to see.
It was as good of a look as he’d expected. Trevor’s bare chest, still the faintest bit golden from his years in Arizona, covered in Lane.
“Hot,” Trevor murmured and then swiped a hand through it, lifting his fingers to suck it off.
Lane’s stomach went low and liquid. He’d just come his brains out, but he wasn’t sure he couldn’t go again, immediately. He knew hewantedto go again, immediately.
“Yeah,” Lane agreed, his voice full of gravel.
Trevor gave a happy sigh and patted the bed next to him. “Come here,” he said.
And since Trevor was in charge, Lane went, though who was he kidding? Even if Trevor hadn’t suggested it, he’d have been tempted to take it, anyway.
Trevor curled up against him, tucking his face into his bicep. “Is it always like that?” he asked so softly that Lane wondered if he’d misheard him.
Actually hoped that hehadmisheard.
He could tell the truth or give Trevor a well-intentioned little white lie. But would it be so little? It felt life-changing to Lane, but he didn’t think it would be to Trevor.
“Not usually, no,” Lane said, trying to downplay it as much as possible.No, it’s never like that. Hooked up with a hundred guys, easy, and I’ve never gotten close to the edge just tasting their come.
“Huh,” Trevor said thoughtfully, like he was both surprised and not, also. “I didn’t think so.”
Lane let himself lie there for another three minutes, counting it off in his head, one second at a time.
It didn’t feel like nearly long enough, Trevor’s drowsy breath against him, his body pressed against his own, legs tangled together, but it felt like an eternity at the same time.
The seconds ticked by and finally he got to one eighty.
Time to get up.
He made a movement, gently trying to dislodge Trevor, but Trevor’s fingers wound around his bicep, holding him close and tight. “No,” he said. “This is nice.”
Lane exhaled sharply, shakily. “We gotta clean up,” he argued, probably unsuccessfully.
Trevor made a doubtful noise in the back of his throat.
“Seriously,” Lane said. Then added, “What if I promise to come back?”
“Alright,” Trevor said and released him.
When he went to the bathroom, he didn’t turn the light on, but ran the water, making sure it was warm. Cleaning himself up and grabbing a washcloth so he could wipe Trevor down too.
Right before he went back in the bedroom, he turned and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were full of a smug satisfaction, every line of his body clearly relaxed.
Remember this,he reminded himself,because there’s no saying how long you’re gonna get it.
When he got back to the bedroom, Trevor had flopped back onto the bed. He held out his hand for the washcloth, and Lane didn’t want to, but he handed it over. Trevor made quick work of the last of the mess and then patted the bed next to him. “Come on, let’s take a nap before we head out.” Paused. “Do you still want to go?”
What Lane wanted was to stay like this. To drowse on and off. To grab food. To come back to bed, crash into each other over and over. To wake up next to him.
