But Trevor didn’t think he could breathe right now if his life depended on it. Especially as Lane finally pushed inside, big and hot and inexorable.
When he was finally all the way in, Trevor gave a half gasp, half sob. “Shit,” he cried as Lane shifted inside him.
It felt good but also, like alot. Like if Lane moved too soon, too fast, Trevor was just going to lose it.
Lane lifted his leg and gave the inside of his knee a tender kiss, leaning over him more. “I’m gonna move now,” he murmured into the air between them.
Trevor nodded and he knew Lane tried to go slow, to go at his speed, but half a dozen strokes in, he wasdying.
“More,” he begged, trying to shove his hips back. “God,more.”
Lane grimaced. “Baby, I’m—”
“More.”
Lane’s expression morphed from frustration to amusement. “Alright, you asked for it.”
Then he began to fuck him for real and it didn’t take long at all for Trevor to think he’dhadsex before this, sex that he’d even assumed was fairly good, but he’d never had sex as good as this in his whole life. It was everything about it. The quiet intimacy. The gentle, almost tender look in Lane’s eyes, even as he thrustharder and harder, rubbing against that spot inside him that made Trevor shake and cry.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Trevor could barely believe it. His cock was barely brushing against Lane’s abs, the precome bubbling out of him making the slide a little easier, but he was right there, anyway, so freaking close. His pleasure a whole-body experience.
“Yeah,” Lane encouraged, and ground deep, tipping Trevor into his orgasm.
He’d never come like that in his whole life, and distantly, he felt rather than heard Lane’s answering groan as he followed him over the edge.
After, Trevor lay there, panting and spent, not sure he was ever going to move again. Unsure if he everwantedto move again. He could fall asleep like this, just drift away.
Lane blanketed him, hot and sweaty, fluids already drying between them, sticking their skin together. When Trevor finally blinked his eyes open, after what could’ve been two minutes or ten, he didn’t even know, but Lane was resting his chin on Trevor’s chest, staring right at him. The look in his blue eyes was soft and fond.
Clearing his throat, Trevor said the first thing that came to mind. “We’re gonna do that again, right?”
Lane chuckled deep, the sound rumbling through Trevor. “I sure hope so.”
“Good.” Trevor considered closing his eyes again, maybe actually falling asleep this way, but if he did, he’d have to look away from Lane, and he really, really didn’t want to.
He’d known that he liked him, of course, but he’d liked people before—even told his ex that he’d loved her—and he’d never felt like this before.
Something new blooming inside him, exciting and reassuring, at the same time.
“We should—” Lane shrugged. “Like clean up? Then dinner?”
On cue, Trevor’s stomach rumbled. “Oh right. I didn’t make dinner.”
“We could order,” Lane suggested.
“Hell no, we just got those groceries and we’re gonna use them, especially now that you’re not gonna be stupid about trying to feed us.”
“Ouch,” Lane said, but he was smiling, still.
“Dinner,” Trevor said, trying to use the single word in lieu of an entire pep talk.
“Yep,” Lane agreed. With a groan, he pushed off Trevor and Trevor had to clench his fists together so he wouldn’t reach for him again, and pull him back in.
The sex was over, and for right now, that feeling of inevitable closeness that he’d begun to crave from Lane.
He’d have it back, of course, later on the couch when they watched something, and after that, when they went to bed together.
Lane came back to bed a minute later, they finished getting cleaned up and Trevor stole a pair of Lane’s shorts out of the closet, even though they were kinda big on him, because the thought of going back to his room felt bad in a way that he didn’t want to look too hard at right now.
