It was impossible for Lane not to laugh, the sound of it bubbling up through him, an intoxicating combination of relief and joy. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
Shooting him a hot look, Trevor pressed his mouth to Lane’s one last time. Would be easy to get lost in his mouth but there was a bigger picture here.
Trevor seemed to know it too. Because when he pulled back again, he said, “I know what you meant. You want to fuck me. AndIwant you to fuck me.”
He did, desperately.Desperately.In a way that would be embarrassing if Trevor didn’t seem equally as into it.
“Yeah?” Lane’s question came out half rough, half croak.
“Come on,” Trevor said, and he was the one who was wrapping a hand around Lane’s arm, tugging him along towards the bedroom.
He flopped down onto the bed after stripping off his sweatshirt and then his T-shirt.
Leaning back on his elbows, Trevor eyed him as Lane approached.
Looking at Lane like he knew exactly how freaking wild Lane was about this idea. Like he knew it had taken front-and-center position in his fantasies for so fucking long.
“Come on,” Trevor repeated, but the words came out as a quiet, murmured plea this time, and Lane was never going to be able to resist that.
He pulled off his own sweatshirt, sweatpants, crawling up Trevor’s body when he was down to only his underwear. Kissed Trevor hot and intent, tongue in his mouth in a way that his cock was going to be in his body later. Even thinking about it made Lane’s blood boil until he thought he might start shaking with how much he wanted it.
But more than anything he wanted to indulge in for himself, he needed to make it good for Trevor. He’d never done this before, and not only did Lane want it to be a good experience for him, he needed Trevor to crave it over and over again.
“Please,” Trevor murmured against his lips. “I want it—I wantyou.”
And as unbelievable as that seemed, as impossible as that possibility had been the whole time they’d known each other, Lane felt like he trusted in it for the very first time.
“I got you,” he promised.
He scooted towards the edge of the bed, grabbing lube and a condom from the drawer.
“Wait,” Trevor said as Lane went to kiss him again.
“What is it?”
The cutest little wrinkle appeared between Trevor’s eyebrows. “A condom? Really? Are you—”
“We could go without,” Lane admitted. “I’ve been tested regularly—and I know you have, too. But it’ll be easier, the first time.”
“I just . . .” Trevor wiggled his hips in a way that made Lane want to take a palm and shove them right back down against the mattress before he lost what was remaining of his self-control. “Kinda hoped there wouldn’t be anything between us.”
Forget the hips. Lane’s good intentions, his control over his own desire, everything just fucking evaporated.
He wasn’t as gentle as he could’ve been as he pushed Trevor right into the mattress and kissed him ferociously.
“Goddamn it, next time. I promise,” he mumbled against Trevor’s mouth as his fingers stroked up and down his chest, from the beautiful angle of his collarbones all the way to the glorious cut of his hips.
Lane wanted to memorize him.
To burn the feel of his skin, all that softness laid over hard muscle, into his brain forever.
You are so fucking fucked,but he pushed that thought away, because right now, nothing else mattered but Trevor.
Trevor had never been more ready for anything in his whole life.
He was sure, on some level, that wasn’t actually true, but he could feel his pulse thumping away unsteadily as Lane’s fingers drifted lower and lower.
Gave his cock a teasing little brush and then went lower still.
