Page 13 of Stay A Little Longer
Chapter Five
Trent’s phone was buzzing. He could just recognize the ringtone as it broke into his very vivid dream. One that involved mouths and tongues, searching hands and… He groaned when the phone buzzed again, breaking up his incredible dream and bringing him back to reality.
He squinted against the morning light as his eyes fluttered open and confusion made his head spin. He wasn’t at home. The out-of-date wood paneling told him that much. So did the slightly scratchy sheets he was tangled in. He shifted on the bed, trying to remember where he was and…
Holy shit. He whipped his head around and swallowed a gasp. It hadn’t been a dream at all and the memories came rushing back as he fully woke.
He was in bed with another man. He was in bed with Lance. Deputy Lance Nichols whose bed he’d accidentally stumbled into last night and then… then Lance had come home and threatened to shoot him, he’d had a freak out and Lance had calmed him. Comforted him. And then Trent had kissed him.
He licked his lips and felt his cock twitch with the memories. He’d done a hell of a lot more than kiss the guy. He’d all but dragged him into his lap. He’d pinned him to the bed and jerked him off. He’d come all over the both of them with Lance’s hand on his dick and his tongue in his mouth. And then he’d fallen asleep apparently because the last thing he remembered was grinning at the gorgeous man with his arm thrown over Trent’s waist and wondering how the day from hell had taken such a strange and amazing turn.
He took a deep breath and Lance’s arm tightened around him. Trent bit his lip to stifle a smile the sleeping man couldn’t see. God he liked that. Liked that even in sleep Lance didn’t want to let him go. Liked it too much probably considering they’d talked all of five minutes before their bodies had taken over and done the talking for them. It was so completely out of character for Trent he couldn’t help but stare at the dark-haired man that had broken through all his barriers with one kind gesture.
Lance hadn’t kicked him out. He hadn’t been disgusted when Trent said he was gay. He’d locked the gun up to prove that Trent was safe here. And then he’d trusted Trent with his own truth, that he was gay too.
And just like all of those hypocritical, conservative asswipes thought, two gay men half-naked in a bedroom together couldn’t control their hormones, Trent had all but attacked him.
Not that Lance had complained about it. Hell no. He’d met him stroke for stroke. He’d been more than willing. He’d wanted it, wanted Trent and what he had to offer. Just remembering the way Lance had responded to his touch, to his kiss, to hisdemands… ah, fuck, he was going to come in his briefs again if he didn’t get his thoughts under control.
With his eyes shut in sleep, the intensity of the other man disappeared. Relaxed, he was even more beautiful than Trent had realized. His thick, dark eyelashes rested against high cheekbones and he looked peaceful. The tension he’d radiated last night was gone and in its place was a small smile from slightly bruised lips.
Trent hoped Lance was dreaming of him too. Of what they’d done together. Of what else they could do together if…
His phone buzzed again and Trent swallowed a curse and reached out to grab it from the nightstand. If Rick was calling again it could only be more bad news and Trent didn’t want to hear it. He was happy. Tucked into bed with a beautiful stranger that had taken care of him last night. He was content to ignore the real world for a while longer. Only the real world wasn’t content to let him.
He squinted at the name on his phone screen, “Shit.”
Lance made a disgruntled sound in his sleep and Trent winced. Shit. Shit. Shit. He stared from the buzzing phone to the beautiful man and back again. It wasn’t Rick calling. It was Lemon. And he also had five text messages from her. The call went to voicemail and with a sad and heavy sigh, Trent forced himself to do the responsible thing and crawl out of Lance’s bed.
Gently, trying not to wake Lance, he slipped from beneath the heavy arm. He ended up on his knees on the carpet and held his breath. Lance sniffed again and curled into the warm spot that Trent had left behind. When his breathing went steady again, Trent forced his eyes away to focus on the phone in his hand.
The first message from Lemon had come in an hour ago. It was simple. It said she was up and around and for him to call when he woke up. The second message had come in twenty minutes later asking if he was still asleep. He rolled his eyes because really, what sort of response had she expected from that if he was? The third message said that she was starting to worry and to call her back. The fourth was the one that had woken him and said if he didn’t message soon she was coming over to check on him. The last and final message which came in after the phone call said she was on her way over and he better be dead because if he wasn’t she was going to kill him for making her worry.
“Shit.” He muttered again, swiping his hair back off his forehead.
Lemon was on her way here. Or rather, next door, to the trailer he was supposed to have spent the night in. She was coming here to check on him and she would be here any minute.
Fate was a small town. He wasn’t entirely sure how far away her house was from the trailer park but from what he’d seen when he drove through last night in the dark a person could get all the way across town in less than ten minutes.
“Shit.”
“Mmm…” A hum of annoyance came from behind him where he’d propped his back against the side of the bed, “Trent?”
He turned his head to find Lance’s dark eyes half-open. His hair mussed from sleep. That dark five o’clock shadow on his jaw. The bruised lip no doubt from where Trent had bit him. He was fucking edible and Trent wanted nothing more than to have him for breakfast. But he didn’t have time.
“Shh, it’s okay. Go back to sleep, baby.”
Lance rubbed his cheek against the pillow Trent had used but pouted adorably, “Not a baby. What’s wrong?”
“I’ve gotta go.”
“Mmkay.” Lance’s eyes had drifted back shut but the pout was still on his face.
Trent frowned at the easy acceptance. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to spend all day in that bed with this man. He wanted to get to know him better. Wanted to touch him and kiss him again, wanted to find out if he’d whimper Trent’s name when he pushed inside him for the first time. And fuck, he was going to need a cold shower before Lemon arrived if he didn’t stop thinking about screwing Lance into his mattress. Lance who didn’t seem to care at all that Trent had said he was leaving.
He couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and running a hand through that thick mop of dark hair, “I had fun last night.”
“Me too.” Lance’s eyes flickered open to slits and he squinted “Why aren’t you in bed? It’s too early to be up.”
