They’d done a little of this, before, and that had been damn good. Trevor wanted more. Had been waiting for Lane to suggest it, because he clearly wanted it but it had taken both ofthem getting annoyed with each other today to push past those boundaries again.
Trevor didn’t know how he felt about that. He was only sure that he didn’t mind if that kept being necessary. If what it took to get Lane tofinallylower some or all of his walls was to keep pecking away at them.
He’d never been more sure of anything than that Lane actuallywantedthem gone. He’d just been hanging on to them for so long, with such ferocity, it was like he couldn’t figure out how to let go.
Well, Trevor would help him figure it out.
And if it took the hottest sex he’d ever had in his whole life to get it done, then Trevor wasn’t exactly going to be complaining.
He wasn’t surprised at all when Lane went slow. Glacially slow, even. And Trevor couldn’t even complain about it, because it felt so goddamn good.
Even one finger, with the easy slick glide of the lube instead of the saliva they’d used before, was fucking life-changing, especially when Lane bent it just right and sent a flurry of sparks up his spine.
Trevor thrashed against the pillow and tried to resist begging for more. Not that he didn’t think both of them would enjoy a little gratuitous pleading. Lane’s eyes were already gleaming like precious stones in the dim light of the room, hungrily eating up every inch of Trevor.
Hewantedto make him lose it.
And Trevor already knew he was going to; he was just waiting until things were a little further along, to make it more satisfying for both of them.
Make Lane work a little harder for the words falling from his lips.
Another finger teased around his rim, and Lane murmured at him to relax.
Trevor was trying. He wasn’t tensed up because he was nervous or anxious or it hurt. Kind of the opposite, actually.
He wanted it so bad, so incredibly horny about it, that now that it was finally happening, he could barely contain the feeling any longer.
“Relax,” Lane repeated, and then there was that second finger slipping inside of him.
Trevor gasped, relishing the feel of it.
Lane’s gaze rose to meet his and Trevor felt the jolt ofhisdesire, magnifying and spiraling through him, too.
“God, you gotta—” Trevor broke off, cursing as Lane started to fuck his fingers in and out with purpose. “Ineed.”
“Patience,” Lane cautioned, but his voice was rough, gravelly around the edges. He sounded nearly as desperate as Trevor felt.
“I’m ready, I’m really—” Trevor choked out a sound as Lane snubbed a third finger against him and then slid it in with the others.
It was definitely a stretch and he had to work harder at forcing himself to relax into it, but when he managed it, it only took a few pumps of his fingers for Trevor to feel like he’d just had gasoline injected into his veins.
Then hewasbabbling, raving, pleading. Not caring how silly he sounded, only tethered to the ground by the feel of Lane’s fingers inside him and the heavy weight of his gaze.
When Lane finally pulled his fingers out, Trevor felt empty, and for a second he struggled before he realized that Lane’s hands were shaking as he tried to pull the condom out of the foil packet.
Trevor pushed himself up and, even though his hands weren’t much steadier, managed it. He’d never put a condom on another guy, but it wasn’t that much different than putting one on himself, and even if it wasn’t perfect, he figured it didn’t matter. He wasn’t getting pregnant anytime soon.
When he finally got the condom on, he tipped his head back and Lane’s lips met his, kissing him fiercely.
“Might be easier on your knees—”
“No,” Trevor insisted, and Lane just laughed, sounding a little hysterical.
“I was gonna say,butI need to look at you.”
Trevor nodded, in full and complete agreement.
Let Lane rearrange him back on the mattress and then dropped one last kiss to his mouth before he began to press in. “Just breathe, okay,” he murmured.
