Page 35 of Stay A Little Longer
“I’m not.” Trent gripped his chin and forced him to meet his eyes again, “That’s not what I was getting at. I just meant… do you enjoy bottoming? Or are you just going along with this because it’s me?”
A lightbulb went off in Lance’s head and he suddenly realized what Trent wanted to know. Lance was gay but he wasn’t out. Yet he’d kissed Trent outside. He’d said he wanted him to stay. He’d asked him to spend the night. It wasn’t a stretch to think that maybe Lance was pushing himself to do all of those things because ofwhoTrent was rather than because of the connection they shared.
Trent was trying to make sure he was comfortable.
His heart melted and he twisted his hand around enough to find Trent’s and link their fingers, “I prefer to bottom, babe.”
“Babe?” Trent’s eyes twinkled and he brushed a soft kiss across Lance’s mouth, “I like that.”
“I like you kissing me.” Lance tried to follow his mouth when Trent pulled back but didn’t get far considering he was cuffed to the bed.
“I like you talking to me. Keep going and so will I.”
The gruff words came from near his ear before Trent nipped his lobe. A shiver of awareness sizzled down his spine and his cock, which had gone soft with his earlier panic, began to swell again. He was in bed with Trent freaking Thorne. Trent liked him and wanted to know him. And why the hell wasn’t Lance giving him whatever he wanted if it was going to earn him more kisses and touches?
He took a deep breath for courage, “I haven’t always bottomed. I’m bad with the lingo but I guess I’m vers? I mean, I wouldn’t snub a chance to fuck you.”
“Mmmm.” Trent nuzzled his neck, his stubble raking his nerve endings, “Now there’s an idea to explore later.”
Lance sucked in a breath, “Seriously?”
“Mmhmm.”
Images of having Trent under him spun through his head and Lance’s cock hardened further. But the golden god on top of him was right. The image twisted quickly and he was the one bent over the dresser, Trent nailing him from behind so hard the mirror shook and their image blurred.
“You make me hard just breathing.” He admitted, “I’d take you any way I could have you. But I want you inside me. I want you … taking the lead.”
“Controlling you, you mean.” Trent supplied with a shift of his hips, rubbing their cocks together.
Lance gasped at the sensation, “Yes.”
“Mmm. Good boy. See, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”
He could feel Trent’s smile against his chest a second before he sucked and flicked his nipple and he groaned in response, “With you naked on top of me? Hard is exactly what I am.”
That earned him a chuckle which was quickly muffled as Trent went back to flicking his nipples with his tongue. The cuffs rattled as he tried to pull his hands free. He wanted to run his fingers through that golden mess of hair. He wanted to guide Trent’s magic lips lower.
As if he could read his mind, Trent gave up his torment of Lance’s nipples and trailed kisses down his ribcage, “God, you taste good all over. I want to kiss every inch of you.”
“Not gonna get any complaints on that one.” He shifted when Lance nipped his hip bone.
“Then keep talking.” Trent shifted even lower, “Your voice is sexy as fuck. That sweet Texas twang. Damn, I didn’t even realize I’d lost mine until I heard yours.”
“You still have an accent.” Lance argued.
“Not when I sing.”
“Yeah but when you sing… fuck. Trent.” He gasped as the other man nuzzled against his groin.
“When I sing… what?” Trent teased, foregoing Lance’s now throbbing erection to kiss his thigh “You’re a fan of my music?”
“Some of it. Mostly I’m a fan of you. Your voice is sexy as fuck too.”
“Good answer.”
Trent rewarded him by returning to his cock and licking a long line along the protruding vein. Lance cursed which got him another chuckle and more fondling. He struggled uselessly to free his arms again but ultimately gave up and collapsed, accepting the pleasure Trent wanted to give him.
Trent’s tongue circled the head before retreating, “Did you jerk off to my music?”
