Page 9 of Stay A Little Longer
Chapter Four
Lance had just told a complete stranger that he was gay. Something he hadn’t told anyone. Ever. And he’d told a complete stranger.
No not a complete stranger. He’d told an international superstar whose music videos he’d jerked off to more than once. The same guy whose entire career was established on a foundation of being a ladies-man, bro-country, boobs and beer rowdy party boy. The same man that had just been outed as gay on the national news.
And now, now he was kissing Trent Thorne.
Aw, hell, no… He moaned as full, damp lips parted against his and then came back stronger, surer and more demanding. Trent Thorne was kissing him. Kissing the hell out of him. And Lance was simply along for the ride.
It was reckless. Stupid. A mistake. He knew that. But God, it felt so good and he knew… he just knew that if he pulled away he’d regret it even more.
Trent’s lips were firm but soft against his as he stroked Lance into responding. It didn’t take much. He was on edge. He was always on edge. But finding Trent fuckin’ Thorne in his bed, hard and half-naked was not an opportunity he intended to pass up. He opened his lips on the next pass of Trent’s mouth over his and licked the seam of the other man’s lips.
“Fuck.” Trent gasped and then his mouth slammed down against Lance’s.
Big, strong hands were on him a second later. One slid to the nape of his neck and the other was on his bicep and he was being jerked off his knees. His mind scrambled as Trent dragged him up and deposited him onto his lap without breaking the kiss.
Lance let his arms slip around Trent’s neck as his thighs slid wide to accommodate the bulk of man beneath him. Oh God, he groaned as he settled more firmly onto Trent’s lap. Their cocks rubbed together through the thin barrier of their underwear and he automatically rocked his hips to get more of the feeling.
“Fuck, yeah.” Trent groaned against his mouth and slid his hands to Lance’s ass. He pulled him even closer, rocking their bodies together. “Fuck.”
Lance grinned against the stubbled jaw that was dragging kisses down his neck. All those interviews he’d watched and he’d never once heard the country music superstar curse. He played the good ol’ boy image up to perfection. There was something about reducing him to nothing but fuck and yeah that sent a burst of heat and pride through Lance.
He ground his aching cock against him and nipped Trent’s bottom lip when he came back for another kiss, “Yes.”
It was all the permission the other man seemed to need. Lance let out a cry of surprise when Trent bucked his hips up and twisted them at the same time. His back collided with the mattress hard enough to knock the air out of him and before he could suck in a breath Trent was covering his mouth again and his tongue was delving deep.
Lance’s entire body jerked when that sweet, velvet tongue stroked his at the same time Trent rocked his hips forward and ground down so that their cocks were pressed together again in the perfect alignment. He moaned but recovered quickly. He wrapped his arms and legs around the bigger man and met the next stroke of Trent’s tongue and cock with his own.
The entire world faded away as they rocked against one another. Mouths fused, tongues stroking, breaking for pants of breath as they moaned and ran their hands over each other.
Trent was pure muscle. Smooth, hard, hot muscle moving beneath his hands. Lance slid them down to Trent’s tight ass and pulled him even closer, grinding up into him until he thought he might come right there in his boxers.
It was good. So damn good. Lance couldn’t think straight. He was close. So damn close. It had been too long and he was gonna…
He bucked and broke the kiss on a gasp when Trent shifted and snagged his wrists. He dragged Lance’s hands off his ass and over his head. He pinned him to the bed, dominating him body and soul.
“Fuck.” He was the one to gasp this time and he squeezed his eyes shut because the flicker of a smile on that ridiculously gorgeous face was going to send him over the edge.
Fuck. Fuck. How could he know? How could Trent possibly know? He writhed as the bigger man held him down and when Trent murmured a curse before pressing a lighter kiss to his mouth he let his lids flicker open.
The look in those dazzling blue eyes nearly undid him. Trent hadn’t known but he did now and… yes. That knowing smile, that glint of desire, this gorgeous, sexy man… He was going to come.
“Trent, please…” Lance tried not to whine when the other man used his free hand to still his hips.
Not enough pressure. He needed more. He needed…
“Ah, fuck, yes.” He tilted his head back on a groan when the hand on his hip slid under the waistband of his boxers.
“Damn.” Trent muttered another curse as his big hand wrapped around Lance’s cock.
He groaned at the feel of the other man’s hand on him. Stroking him. Soft. His hands were softer than Lance’s own and it had been so long, too long, since anyone other than himself had touched his cock. Just like the kiss he’d initiated there was no hesitation in Trent’s touch. He had a firm grip and he slid his hand down Lance’s shaft with sure purpose.
When his thumb circled the head, flicking just beneath the crown in that sweet spot, Lance shuddered and Trent hummed. Another flood of precum rushed to meet him and Trent circled his slit, spreading it around, using the moisture to ease the slide of his palm over Lance’s sensitive skin.
Electricity flared down his spine and hit his balls, Lance arched up, “Oh God…”
“Close?” Trent nipped his jaw and Lance nodded eagerly. “Fuck, yeah. You gonna come for me?” Lance whined when he struggled to break his hands free but couldn’t budge the other man’s tight grip on him. “Yeah, you’re gonna for me.” Trent’s voice had become a growl, “And I’m gonna come just watching you.”
