Oh darn, did he just make Trevor cry? Please let that be wet dog drips. Don thumbed away the moisture that wasn’t there a minute ago. “Up, Trev. Gotta hold you.” He took both of his lover’s hands to lift him from the cold concrete. Sabrina scampered off, and Don wouldn’t let Trevor get distracted about where she might park her damp furry backside.
Not important, not when the man who’d become the bright center of his world had said he loved Don. Or—had he? Trevor was so good with words, but Don hadn’t heard those three strung together yet.
Trevor wrapped his arms around Don’s chest almost before he was upright, clutching and shaking. Don wobbled almost as hard, but if they were gonna fall down, he wanted to land on a nice soft bed.
“I thought—” Trevor’s voice was muffled from his face shoved into Don’s neck, which was nice and cozy, and made it hard to land a good kiss. “I thought I’d screwed us up beyond all belief. I spent the last three days typing my fingers to the bone and almost picking up the phone to dial with the bloody stubs...”
“It’s been a long couple of days.” Their bodies warmed, heating each other through their wet clothing. “I thought for a while I’d fallen into one of your books and was gonna get my own happy ever after, and then nope, didn’t clean up good enough.”
“You clean up fine!” Trevor landed a ferocious kiss right squack on Don’s mouth, and that had to be pretty damned honest. So was scrubbing at Don’s cheek with a towel, but hey, Trevor was touching him. “And so will these clothes, which means you have to take them off for me.”
Put it like that... Don shed his jeans and shirts right by the washing machine. “Well, I done smeared mud all over you. You gonna peel down too?”
“Damn right I am.” Something ripped in Trevor’s hurry to get out of his wet clothing, and they had to plaster together, all hot and tangled and getting harder by the second. Don never wanted to let go, except to run up the stairs toward a bed.
They fell on top of the coverlet, with Trevor squirming to be on top. Oh man, Trev was trying his hardest to touch every part of him. Don would let him, rolling to let Trev wrap his arms around and rolling again to let him have his hands back to cup Don’s face or grab his butt. Just—everything he’d missed about Trev being gone, plus everything he’d hoped to have once Trev returned. All the passion. All the aching hardness, all the miracle of being wanted.
Don gave good as he got, with lips and tongue, both arms. All man to man. From underneath he could grab a nice round handful of butt and squeeze. Trev moaned from the pressure, or maybe that was for the way Don parted his cheeks.
Don might never get enough of Trev’s kisses. Not since he’d learned he could kiss another man. This man. Only this man. Don went sideways under Trev’s mouth, letting his open lips match up with this crazy Californian, who’d come home to Don. With a hand against dark hair too short to finger-comb, Don turned their kiss into more of a boiling volcano. Trev kissed him. Trev wanted to kiss him, and Don didn’t want to kiss anybody but Trev. Maybe dancing their tongues would convince this poor fella he was wanted for being Trevor, all smart and exotic and eager and decent. He was everything wonderful, and Don didn’t have to screw his way through a wall of gay men to figure that out. He’d have to hug Trev a little harder, just to make sure he knew it too.
“Tell me what you want,” Trev gasped when Don released his mouth long enough for a question.
Oh, that question—he wanted Trevor, in every way and all at once. But something had to be first. “You’re gonna scoot over for me, Trev. Lie on your stomach.”
Even though he’d asked for it, that took Trevor out of skin contact. Had to fix that, kneeling over him to nip and lick his way from ear to butt. “I told you once you were perfect. Remember?”
“Hard thing to forget.” Trev wriggled under the kisses between his shoulder blades, trailing down his spine and across his flanks. “Hard to believe, ’cause I’m me, but...”
Damn it, hadn’t convinced him yet. Don took a nip out of one firm buttock. Trev yipped and bounced. Don let him settle and then nipped the other side. Maybe now he had Trev’s attention? “You’re perfect because you’re perfect to me, and I’m well able to make up my own mind. You wanna argue with that?”
“Oh no, not arguing!”
“Good. You wanna argue about anything else?”
“Oh hell no.”
Don stuck a knee between Trev’s legs, the better to spread them. Lube was in the side table, the super-slippery kind. He spilled a goodly splash between Trev’s cheeks, following it with the flat of his hand and then a finger. Trev moaned, a naked sound.
Don still couldn’t believe Trev loved this as much as Don ached to do it. To be inside this man, with one finger, and then two. To enter him in this intimate way. To spread him wide enough to take seven hard inches inside. Don’s fingers slid deep, finding that sweet spot Trev taught him existed. To make him squirm with the intensity of it all.
“Oh, yes,” Trev gasped, and it was the sweetest sound in the world.
Have to keep the yes part going for sure. Don splashed lube at his cock, all hard and throbbing, aching to be inside this man. Wanting to feel the way he made Trev writhe, and knowing how it felt so good from the other side. Trev had taught him that. Trev taught him so many things, maybe more than he planned.
Sliding between Trev’s knee’s, Don had to drop kisses between his lover’s shoulder blades, working up to nibble at his neck. Trev craned around to meet his mouth. Oh, yeah, his cock could find the way in blind.
He nudged at Trev’s opening, pressing to spread him wide. Trev let him in, little moans coming out of his throat. Man oh man, but Don loved this part, the entry. Being welcome. Coming in. Coming home.
He slid in balls deep and curled his arms under Trev’s shoulders. Gotta touch every available part of this man, inside and out. Over and over, as many times as he could. Now and until they got too old to keep breathing.
Trev cried out and pushed back against Don’s cock, wanting what Don burned to give. Best thing ever.
Still not touching enough. Don lifted back, his knees pushing under Trev’s thighs, until he’d brought them both upright, never letting Trev come off his cock. But now he could get a little bouncing out of Trev, plus reach around to jack the only other man he ever wanted to touch. Ever needed to touch. Didn’t need a whole lot of men if you were already touching the right one.
He held Trev, letting him slide on Don’s shaft, letting his shaft slide through Don’s grip. The throaty groans coming from Trev’s throat worked Don as much as the feel of that hot masculine body. They wouldn’t last long, but they didn’t need to, not this time. They had all the time in the world to do it again and again.
Trev came, convulsing around Don’s cock and nearly doubling over his arm. Don held him through it, loving the throbbing in his hand and around his cock. Nothing in the world like bringing his lover to bliss. Don followed in a moment, spurting hot jets into Trev’s back passage. Holding this man, filling this man—Don couldn’t imagine anything better.
Unless it was doing it all again, real soon.
They toppled to the mattress, gasping for air. Don could nuzzle into the back of Trev’s neck. Had to make sure Trev knew Don treasured him for being him. “Convinced I want you?”
“Yeah.” Trev breathed. “You know I want you.”
“But are you convinced I love you?” Don persisted.
“You’re going to make me think after you blew my mind?” Trev had to be teasing—he turned around for a sideways kiss. “I know you love me. And I love you too.”
“Good.” Snuggling in behind the man he’d find a way to keep for always was the best place in the world to be. Even with a bouncy puggle jumping up to settle her damp self on their feet. Don wouldn’t kick Sabrina off the bed. More like they should have Bandit curled up somewhere close.
“Glad you didn’t really get bloody nubs from all that typing.” His lover’s touch was too good to sacrifice fingers, even as a joke. “What were you writing?”
Trev shifted a little and coughed a little. “Um, I was killing Antony off for good. I don’t want him getting between us ever again.”
“He didn’t get between us this time,” Don couldn’t resist pointing out. His softening cock had slipped from Trevor’s hole, as bare as when he’d entered. Really touching.
“He didn’t? Uh, I seem to be dripping. Did we...?” Trev groped around between their bodies.
“We did. Just like we decided.” Don didn’t want the reminder of other men in the bed with them. Condoms were a fact before, but didn’t have to be now. Trev had told him about the tests. This was what they planned all along.
“Yeah.” Trev pushed back a little more, like he could squish right through Don’s skin. “I’ve never barebacked before.”
“Me neither.” Don wanted to remind Trev they were in this together.
“Wow. I’m happy it’s with you.” Trevor all but melted into the mattress. “We could do this every time.”
“Yup.” Don wanted to feel Trev inside him, really touching. Soon. Real soon.
“You were right, you know.” Trevor twined his fingers through Don’s, cupping around his work-roughened mitt.
“Course I was.” He softened his joke with a laugh. “About what?”
Trev lifted Don’s hand to his lips, brushing across the backs of his fingers. “This is better when you’re in love.”
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