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“Stand up,” Pete said again and Trevor scrambled to his feet, standing in front of him with that look—a mix of invitation and apprehension that made Pete’s cock swell in his jeans.

“Strip.”

Even in the dim light, Pete could see how the command made Trevor’s eyes dilate. His hands flew to his shirt, grabbing the hem and yanking it over his head. His hands reached for his jeans and then his fingers hesitated. He raised one hand and pulled the band from his hair, releasing it and then shaking his head so the strands fell in a silky sheet around his shoulders.

Pete sucked in a breath, raising his hips to unfasten his own jeans, shoving them and his underwear down past his hips. The nylon of the chair was cool against the exposed skin of his ass, contrasting with the smoldering heat of his body. Closing his fingers around his cock, Pete watched, unblinking, as Trevor slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. He ran teasing fingers inside the waistband, giving the fabric tiny nudges so, inch by inch, Trevor’s skin was exposed. 141

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When his jeans hung from his hipbones, just a breath away from falling down to his thighs, Trevor turned his back on Pete. A final drag of his fingers revealed his ass and Pete couldn’t hold back a groan. His fingers tightened around his cock, sliding down and back up with a rubbing friction that almost hurt.

Trevor bent at the waist to pull his feet free of the jeans, shoving his ass high in the air.

“That’s it,” Pete snapped, coming out of his chair to his feet. Startled, Trevor straightened and stared at him. “Something wrong?” he asked, a slight quiver of humor in his tone.

“Upstairs,” Pete growled, closing the distance between them in two strides. “Now.”

He gave Trevor a sharp smack on his ass, making him jump. Pete’s hand lingered, squeezed the hard, round cheek and then softened to stroke across his skin. Trevor made a soft noise, half-moan and half-sigh, pushing back into the touch.

“Fuck. What is it with you?”

“What?” Pete asked, brushing the curtain of hair aside so he could kiss Trevor’s nape.

“You touch me and I need more.” Trevor tilted his head to the side to expose his neck to Pete’s mouth. “It’s like I’m addicted.” He gave a choke of laughter.

“What?” Pete asked again, smiling against his skin just because Trevor was laughing.

“You’re also making me sound like a cheesy-ass ’80s song.” He lifted a hand to hold Pete’s head against his neck. “You know, one you’d sing along with at the grocery store?”

Growling, Pete bit him lightly, drawing a shiver from Trevor, whose laugh turned into a moan. “Done mouthing off?” Pete asked, mock-sternly.

“If that’s the punishment?” Trevor’s voice was breathless. “Then never.”

“Oh I’ll think of lots of different ways to punish you,” Pete promised, jerking Trevor’s hips back against his. “All night if I have to.”

Trevor’s only answer was a groan as he ground back on the cock jammed against his ass. Closing his eyes at the wonderful pressure, Pete reached for Trevor’s cock. As his fingers gripped the shaft, Pete marveled at how familiar it felt against his palm, how
right
, as if his hand had been missing this cock his entire adult life and only now was he whole.

Trevor moved in his hold, bringing Pete back to the moment. “Upstairs,” he said again.

After a second, Trevor told him, “I can’t move unless you let go.”

Never.
The shock of that thought made Pete release his grip. Trevor made a disappointed noise. “I didn’t mind not moving.”

Pete smiled. “Me neither.”

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Trevor grabbed his clothes and they ran upstairs, shushing each other and giggling like kids. Once inside their bedroom, their amusement fell away as they stared at each other.

“Well?” Pete asked.

Blinking at him, Trevor asked, “What?”

“It’s your turn,” Pete reminded him. “Where do you want me?” He smiled and his voice deepened into a purr. “
How
do you want me?”

He watched Trevor’s face as realization set in, as arousal narrowed his eyes and tightened the skin over his cheekbones. “I want…” He stopped and bit his bottom lip. Pete’s erection surged in reaction. “I want you naked.” Trevor’s words rushed out, forced past his hesitancy in a show of bravado.

With a knowing smile, Pete pulled his shirt over his head, flexing every muscle in his torso as he stripped. His jeans were next. Since they were already undone, he just had to push them down over his hips and past his thighs before kicking them free of his feet. He swept his underwear off with them and straightened, standing naked with his feet braced apart. Cocking an eyebrow, he waited for Trevor’s next command. Trevor’s tongue snuck out and wet his bottom lip before disappearing again. Pete’s eyes focused on his mouth, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Every second of silence ratcheted the tension higher, until sweat rose on his skin and his cock felt ready to burst.

“On your hands and knees,” Trevor finally ordered, jerking his head at the sleeping bags. A barely noticeable tremor vibrated underneath his voice. Pete obeyed, although it was incredibly hard not to take charge, to stride over to Trevor and kiss away that nervous hesitation, to shove him against the nearest wall or floor or air mattress and fuck him until he howled. Pete resisted the urge, lowering himself to his hands and knees. He’d promised and he’d follow through. Turning his head to look at Trevor, Pete waited for his next move. This had its own anticipation, its own dark excitement. There was something about not knowing what would happen that made his cock pulse with eagerness.

Trevor crossed the room to Pete’s suitcase, crouching to retrieve the condoms and lube. Just watching him move, seeing the liquid shift of his muscles under his skin, brought sweat to the surface of Pete’s skin. He took a deep, furtive breath, trying to regain control. For fuck’s sake, Trevor hadn’t even touched him yet and Pete was ready to explode.

The air mattress shifted as Trevor knelt behind him. Seconds ticked by and Trevor didn’t touch him. A shiver ran through Pete as he struggled to remain still.

“I like this,” Trevor breathed, his fingertips feathering across Pete’s back. His skin rippled beneath the touch as he bit back a moan. “I wasn’t sure if I would. I mean, I get so turned-on when you hold me down or make me do what you say, especially when you get a little rough, so I figured this wouldn’t do anything for me.”

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His fingers explored lower, tracing patterns on Pete’s ass, the lightest brush of a touch. Pete was panting now.

Fuck
, he thought, almost panicky.
I’m never going to make it.
Trevor didn’t seem to be giving him any choice. “This is really hot,” he continued, as if oblivious to Pete’s distress. “You’re usually so strong and in charge, but now…”

His fingers trailed down the backs of Pete’s thighs, making his hamstrings tighten in reaction. “I can do whatever I want with you and you’ll let me.” His mouth touched Pete’s back, right below his shoulder blade, and Pete hissed out a breath. “I feel like I tamed a lion or something.” Another kiss touched down, this one halfway down his back. “And I can do anything,” this kiss landed on the back of his waist, “I,” his tongue lapped the skin right above his ass cheek, “want.” Trevor nipped his ass. Pete flinched and grunted. The small bite hadn’t hurt but it had sent a shock of pleasure straight to his straining cock. “Anything within reason,” he rasped and felt Trevor’s laugh against his ass.

“Nope,” Trevor told him, lightly biting his ass again. “No restrictions. If I wanted to bring a rhino in on this, you’d just have to deal.”

Choking out a laugh, Pete asked, “I’d have to deal with rhino dick?”

Trevor’s laughter was muffled against Pete’s lower back. “Damn straight. You’re just lucky I’m not into rhino dick.”

“I’m lucky, all right,” Pete agreed, and then gasped as Trevor drew a wet line with his tongue from Pete’s tailbone to the opening of his ass. Trevor pulled away just enough to ask, “How lucky?” The breath from his words blew against his damp skin.

“Christ,” Pete hissed. “I’ve got a fucking overflowing Easter basket of luck, okay?

Now rim me, Goddamn it!”

Trevor tsked. “Such a dirty mouth,” he sighed. Pete dug his fingers into the sleeping bag, holding tight fistfuls of fabric so he didn’t grab Trevor and fuck the shit out of the teasing bastard.

Without warning, one of Trevor’s hands landed sharply on his ass. A roar of shock and pleasure filled Pete’s head, freezing him in place as the punishing palm fell again. Before Pete could even figure out how he felt about that, Trevor’s fingers stroked the stinging cheek.

“Was that okay?” Trevor asked, the touch of hesitancy back in his voice. “It always turns me on when you do it to me, so I thought…” His words dried up and Pete could almost picture Trevor’s tentative expression, his bottom lip caught in his teeth. Although he wasn’t sure he could even speak, Pete forced the words out. “Yeah,”

he rasped, before clearing his throat to try again. “If by ‘okay’, you mean it almost set me off like a firecracker, then yeah, it was okay.”

Trevor’s laugh was relieved. “Good.” Without any further teasing, he pushed Pete’s cheeks apart and kissed his puckered hole.

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It was incredible. Pete tried to stay silent but he couldn’t hold back, the groans and gasps tearing from his throat of their own volition. Trevor plunged the pointed tip of his tongue into the tight grip of Pete’s body, working inside like a small, wet, squirming cock. He pulled out and traced around the edge, using his teeth just enough to send currents of intense pleasure through him. Pete’s cock jerked, as if he were being shocked over and over.

He rammed his tongue in again, loosening the tight hole as he pushed inside. Each time he retreated, Pete’s heart skipped as he worried Trevor was done and this searing ecstasy was over. When Trevor finally did pull out, there was only a second of loss before he was licking Pete’s balls.

With a groan, Pete widened his knees. Trevor took full advantage of the better access, sucking one side of his sac into his mouth.

“I’m about to come,” Pete warned, and Trevor pulled back.

“Not yet,” he ordered, giving Pete a warning slap on his ass. Gritting his teeth, Pete closed his eyes. “Doesn’t help,” he grunted.

“I want you to come when I’m inside you,” Trevor told him breathlessly. Pete almost whimpered. “Saying
that
doesn’t help either.”

“How about this?” Trevor’s fingers, slick with lube, pushed into Pete’s ass. “Does this help?”

Pete couldn’t answer.

“Or this?” Trevor wrapped his free arm around Pete’s hip and closed his fingers around his cock. “Any better?”

So, so much worse. So wonderfully, amazingly worse. Trevor’s hands found a rhythm, a stroke and plunge, squeeze and retreat, until Pete could only shake, dripping with sweat and heaving for air. Then Trevor’s hands were gone.

“No,” Pete protested hoarsely as he was left dangling, just a thrust away from coming. Trevor didn’t answer, except to press the tip of his cock against the entrance to Pete’s ass. The head pushed inside, stretching him open. It had been a long time and Pete was tight, but he didn’t care. Trevor’s cock felt incredible as it advanced, stretching him, filling him.

“Fuck,” Trevor gritted out, his fingers gripping Pete’s hips so tightly they were sure to leave bruises. “You feel so good.”

It wasn’t the most flowery of compliments but the fact it was Trevor saying it in that raspy, overcome voice made Pete shudder and groan, fighting Trevor’s grip so he could shove back against the invading cock.

“Be still,” Trevor ordered, driving his hips forward and burying his erection deep inside Pete’s ass. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard. Pete made a sound, low and feral, every nerve in his body focused on the throbbing cock buried deep in his ass. It felt exactly right, as if they’d snapped together, two perfectly matched parts.

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Leaning forward so his lightly furred chest brushed Pete’s back, Trevor wrapped his arms around him. One hand coasted from his belly to his pecs, searching for his nipple. His fingers pinched the sharp point as his other hand closed around Pete’s cock, sliding from base to head in a slow, slippery pull.

Pete bucked his hips, shoving his erection into the gripping hand while simultaneously pulling almost free of Trevor’s cock. This almost-emptiness wasn’t acceptable. Thrusting his hips back, Pete took every inch of Trevor’s length. All his nerve endings were firing as the stretch and squeeze and slide of Trevor’s cock and hands sent pulses of shattering pleasure through his body. He couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hold back any longer—he had to come.

His climax burst free as colors exploded in his brain. Over and over, his body convulsed, clamping around the cock lodged in his ass. Vaguely, he heard Trevor give a guttural cry, felt the rough and wild thrusts as Trevor’s control disappeared, as his hands returned to Pete’s hips and he pounded into him.

Pete gripped handfuls of the sleeping bag, clung to it fiercely as he reveled in the cock hammering into his ass. His skin buzzed, every inch of it alive. Each thrust, each slap of skin against skin, each fingertip digging into his flesh was magnified, lit with overwhelming sensation.

With a snarl, Trevor rammed home for a final time. His hips jerked as he came, as if trying to force himself impossibly deeper into Pete’s body. A final aftershock of pleasure rippled through Pete and his ass clenched. Trevor gave a low cry and shuddered, echoing the sensations ricocheting through Pete. His trembling limbs gave way, sliding out from underneath him. Trevor pulled free of Pete’s ass and followed him down, stretching his body over Pete’s like two cards in a deck.

Pete just lay still and breathed. Everything felt stripped and raw—his cock, his ass, his soul.

“You okay?” Trevor whispered, kissing his shoulder.

Pete grunted, unable to form actual words.

“Is that a yes grunt,” Trevor asked, stroking his hands down Pete’s arms, “or a no grunt?”