The moment the door was closed behind Trevor, Lane turned and pushed right into his space. Pushed Trevor right up against the wood. Trevor gazed up at him, helplessly caught and not mad about it at all.
“Do you really not think I like you?” Lane asked quietly.
“Uh.” Trevor wasn’t sure there was enough blood in his brain to have a rational conversation about this; before Lane hadpushed his body between his own and the door, sure. But now?Ha.
“You asked,” Lane reminded him.
“Only because that’s like . . . a big part of it for me.” He hesitated and then tacked on a totally unnecessary, “I think, anyway.”
“You think?”
Trevor gave Lane a little push, suddenly annoyed that Lane was just going to hold him here and not only notdoanything about it, but not even answer his questions, as stupid as they were. But of course, Lane didn’t budge, and that wasn’t hot at all.
Nope.
“Pretty sure, okay?” Trevor said. “I feel so comfortable with you. And when you said I can do whatever I want, that makes me feel safe but also free. Then there’s the fact that Ilikespending time with you, and you’re attractive, and . . . yeah, it all adds up to,well, to what we’re doing. How much I’m enjoying it.”
Lane’s throat worked as he swallowed hard. Trevor tracked the movement and considered following up his terrible word vomit with a kiss, because thathadto be better than continuing to talk about this.
“I like you, okay? I like you,God, I like you the most, Trev.” Lane said it so quietly that Trevor almost missed it, nearly under his breath.
“Oh.” Trevor’s tongue felt tied. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Lane was flushed now.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”Why did you stay away for so long if that was true? Or is it new? Why did you get so prickly every time we got closer?
Lane looked away. “I didn’t think . . . it’s weird, isn’t it?”
The laugh Trevor let out was a gust of relief more than actual amusement. “How is it weird? We’re already having sex.”
And then it occurred to him after he said it that maybe Lane had felt this waybeforethey’d had sex. Long enough before that maybe ithadbeen weird. Maybe that might even explain Lane’s prickliness.
Had he liked Trevor for awhile now? For alongtime, even?
From the way Lane wouldn’t look at him, gaze sliding away, Trevor was suddenly, horribly sure that this was the answer.
“Wait, did you like mebeforewe started having sex?”
“Yes,” Lane said and kissed him.
Trevor was ninety-nine percent sure that the kiss was a diversionary tactic, and it was annoying how well it worked because, with Lane’s tongue in his mouth and his hands rucking up under his sweatshirt, feeling the bare skin of his stomach, fingertips stroking all the way down to his hips, it was difficult to care about anything else.
He could feel Lane’s cock pressing into his hip, and Trevor gasped when Lane broke the kiss, lips sliding down and sucking right in the curve of his neck in the way that always made him crazy.
Or, had it? Or was it just Lane kissing him there that made him crazy?
Was it that spot or maybe it wasjustLane?
Trevor decided that the logic behind it didn’t matter, only that it was happening.
“Come on,” he begged, “I want you.”
Lane pulled back, those incredible aqua eyes nearly swallowed by pupil. “What do you want?”
You, you, you.
But Trevor couldn’t say that because Lane had made it clear thathewas the one to ask for what he wanted. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t turn that on its head.
