Page 37 of Stay A Little Longer
“Stay. Stay like this a while longer.” Lance whispered softly, nuzzling his face into Trent’s hair, “I like the feel of you on top of me.”
“Mmm, that’s good because I like the feel of you under me.” Trent yawned.
Lance smiled, “You always fall asleep after you come?”
“Mmhmm.” Trent shifted again, getting comfortable, “When it’s the best orgasm of my life, yeah. You wear me out.”
“Yeah?”
“I got us all sticky again didn’t I?”
“You did.” Lance snorted, “But if you want me to clean us up again, you’re gonna have to uncuff me before you fall asleep.”
Trent jerked upright instantly, “Shit. Shit. Oh, shit. Sorry. I forgot… Jesus, I forgot about the cuffs.”
His hands were instantly on Lance’s wrists, rubbing and trying to soothe them. His apologies continued and Lance could do nothing but smile. So damn sweet and protective after being all bossy and dominant.
It was official, Trent Thorne was fucking perfect.
“Where’re the keys?”
“In the pocket of my utility belt where you got the cuffs.”
Trent was up and off of him instantly and Lance got a good look at his tight ass as he rushed across the room. He moved quick. Lithe and graceful, he dug into the utility belt and held the key up successfully.
“Let me get a towel too.” He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared a moment later, rushing back towards Lance as if he might have disappeared in the minutes he was gone. “Sorry baby, so sorry.”
Lance didn’t feel the urge to combat the sweet endearment and that was when he knew. His heart was a goner. He was completely addicted to this man. Falling for him. It was more than a couple of orgasms and pleasure.
Trent got him. Understood him on a level nobody else ever had. And when he left, Lance was going to be fucking heartbroken.
“Shh, it’s okay. Stop apologizing.” He muttered softly as Trent wiped the damp towel over both of their chests, cleaning them up. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. I really would have fallen asleep. Sated and happy and with you in my arms, I would’ve fallen asleep and completely forgotten I tied you up.” Trent blinked and shook his head, “Jesus, I tied you up. I handcuffed you.”
“Not one of the usual Trent Thorne tricks?” Lance teased but Trent didn’t laugh.
“No. Never. I…” Trent’s brows furrowed and he met Lance’s eyes, “I usually hold back because it’s never been more than a quick fuck. Something to soothe the itch that I’ll have to pretend never happened the next day.”
Trent unlocked the cuffs and rubbed at Lance’s wrists as he spoke. And Lance’s heart thumped hard at the words. The words he hadn’t known he wanted, needed. The words that said that this thing between them was special, it was mutual, and it had shocked the hell out of both of them.
“I’m glad you didn’t hold back.” Lance reached up now that his hands were free and slid one into Trent’s hair, “I can’t seem to hold back with you either.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He smiled softly at the doubt in the confident man’s voice.
“I like you.” Trent said softly.
“I think that’s obvious from the fact we’re covered in each other’s come.”
“No. That’s lust. Wanting to sleep with you? Cuddle with you? Hold you? That’s….”
“More.” Lance filled in when Trent trailed off again, his brows furrowing.
“More.” He agreed.
Lance slid back down onto the bed and pulled Trent down with him. It was nice to know they were on the same page. This was something special. They’d stumbled into it by accident. The sparks had ignited out of nowhere. But it meant something. It had too. He just wasn’t sure how the hell he was ever going to make it work.
“We don’t have to figure it out tonight.” Trent’s voice was soft and sleepy from where he’d fallen into the nook of Lance’s shoulder, reading his mind again even half asleep.
“I know.”
“We’ll figure it out. I’m not going anywhere.”
Lance wrapped his arms around Trent and hugged him close. The other man cuddled in tight. Within minutes he was asleep, breathing deeply and snoring softly. Lance stayed awake a while longer, his mind racing. Because even if Trent stayed, Lance wasn’t sure he could give him what he deserved
A future.
