Page 40 of Stay A Little Longer
“You will.” Lance’s eyes met his again and held, “I trust you.”
Trent broke. He absolutely fucking broke. He didn’t just have Lance. He had his trust.
He was back on the bed in an instant, smacking Lance’s hand away from his cock. He stroked him once just to hear him moan and then slid his hand lower. Impatient. Desperate. Call it what it was. He just needed inside his man. Lance shuddered when Trent’s slick fingers slid over his balls and then lower. He rocked into the touch, his hands coming up to fist in Trent’s hair as his hips pumped up and down, trying to get Trent’s fingers where he wanted them.
“Trent.” Lance whined when he found that tight pucker and circled teasingly.
“Shh, relax baby. Relax and let me in.” Trent pressed their lips together.
That earned him another whine and he grinned into the kiss as he worked Lance’s body open for him. One finger sliding into the tight, warm heat as Lance moved with him. His moan became a gasp when a second finger carefully slid in and when Trent glanced up his eyes were squeezed shut tight again. His beautiful features twisted up in a mixture of pain and bliss.
Trent focused on turning that look to pure pleasure, “You’re so goddamn gorgeous. I thought I was dreaming when I flipped those lights on that first night and saw you. Thought you couldn’t possibly be real because I wanted you so bad.”
Lance shifted as Trent’s fingers went to work, pushing in and out slowly, scissoring him open, “I… I thought… I was the one dreaming.”
“Not a dream though, is it Lance?”
“Still feels like one.”
“Mmm.” Trent hummed his agreement as he fisted his dripping cock with his free hand, lubing up, getting ready, because he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Just the simple touch of his own hand had his nerve endings firing. The feel of Lance’s tight body squeezing his fingers made him want to pull them out and slam his dick inside him. Take him hard and deep and claim him.
He worked Lance harder. Faster. Fisting their cocks and using the lube and precome they were both spilling to slide his hand easily up and down in a rhythm that matched the fingers in Lance’s ass.
Lance squirmed and whined, “Hurry. Trent. Hurry. I’m so close.”
“Don’t you dare come yet.” He growled out warningly.
“Then hurry the fuck up.” Lance shot right back.
“Bossy fuckin’ bastard.”
Trent thought about turning him over, smacking his ass and pounding into him. He had it coming. He was all but begging for it. Hard and rough. Fast and dirty. But Trent had promised he would try to make this good for Lance so he refused to give into the urge to go caveman on his man’s ass… literally.
“Grab the headboard.”
“Wh…” Lance started but Trent’s growl cut his question off.
“Grab the headboard, Lance. Now. And don’t let go. You want to order me around in bed? You just lost the privilege of touching me. Keep at it and I’ll stop touching you.”
“Bullshit.” Lance all but hissed at his dare but his hands went to the headboard nonetheless.
Stretched out beneath him naked, those dark eyes full of desire and heat, Trent called himself a liar just like Lance had. Because he was right. There was no way in hell he’d be able to stop touching Lance now. Maybe not ever. The way he responded, reacted, moaned and groaned for every move that Trent made. It was addictive as hell and Trent had already admitted he was an addict. He was an addict and Lance was his drug of choice.
“You’re right.” He groaned, “I can’t stop touching you. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”
Lance’s hips twisted as Trent’s fingers found his gland and stroked but his eyes never left Trent’s face as his lips quivered again, “Anything?”
Trent felt the truth of it like a weight in his chest. It was true. Not words spoken in the heat of the moment. Not sex-fueled adrenaline. He wanted Lance more than anything. More than the lights and the fame and the fortune. More than his career or even his own integrity. Because he’d sworn to himself just days ago that now that he was out, he was out and he wouldn’t go back in the closet but for Lance? For Lance he’d give up anything, even his own freedom. Just to be able to have him like this, any time he wanted. To share meals with him. To talk and laugh and tease each other. To wake up next to him every morning.
For the first time in his life, Trent wished he was a nobody. That he could hide here in this trailer with Lance forever and that nobody would come looking for him. That nobody would care that he was gay or that he loved another man and liked to boss him around in bed.
He wanted everything and he wanted it with Lance.
“Anything.” Trent admitted with their eyes still locked, “More than anything.”
Lance’s eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip but he didn’t respond. He didn’t say anything. And that hurt. It cut. Just a slice of pain straight through his chest, directly into his heart. Because he was laying himself bare here in every way and Lance couldn’t even be bothered to…
“Please.” Lance opened his eyes and they were glassy with heat and need and unshed tears, his voice hoarse with emotion, “Please Trent. I… I…”
