Page 57 of Stay A Little Longer
“I’m hard just being near you. Hearing you say you love me and you want to stay with me?” Lance pressed in again, “Yeah, I’m hard.”
Trent couldn’t help it. He cupped Lance’s ass and pulled him in even closer. Grinding them together. They both moaned. So good. It was always so good with this man. His man. Trent bit his bottom lip.
“We should wait. There are still people out there.”
Lance’s hand went to the button on his jeans, “I can’t wait. You’ll just have to be quiet.”
Trent moaned again as Lance unzipped him and slid a hand beneath his briefs to grip his dick, “Mmm, baby… wait… we need to… talk.”
His brain was already getting fuzzy. Forgetting why it was so important that they talk. Or what it was they needed to talk about.
The feel of Lance’s hand on him had that effect. The smell of Lance, soap and musk, surrounding him put him in a fog of lust. Lance’s mouth licking a path up his neck, sucking lightly, leaving marks that would no doubt be visible tomorrow when he went in front of the world and confirmed this relationship. And damn if that possessiveness didn’t make him want to do the same. Mark. Claim. Possess.
“Talk later. Right now, I need your hands on me. I need to forget about the rest of the world. I want it to just be the two of us.”
Whatever willpower he’d been clinging to, Lance’s words knocked him over the edge. Forget about the rest of the world. Forget about the scene they’d made. About the fact Rick was still on his way to Fate thinking to retrieve Trent with some sort of cockamamie plan. Forget even that the man he loved had just come out to the world but would still have to face his family and friends. Right now, what they needed was to go back to their bubble. Just the two of them. And with as much love as was throbbing between them, he knew it wouldn’t take much.
“Remember that first night?” He whispered huskily, knowing how much it turned Lance on when he talked to him like this.
“Mmm, you mean like three days ago?” Lance nipped him slightly.
“Smartass.” He tugged his hair in return. “I meant, do you remember how we got off with nothing but our hands and tongues between us.”
He slid his hands down Lance’s chest and found the utility belt. The one with the gun on it. The one he really did not want to touch. But he powered through the momentary panic because he loved this man, and he unclipped it and cautiously set it aside. Lance smiled up at him and that smile alone was worth every bit of his anxiety while he’d been touching that weapons belt.
He unbuttoned and unzipped him as he spoke, “I wanted you so bad. You were so beautiful. So needy. You wanted me too. Couldn’t stop staring at me and licking your lips like I was desert and you were starving.”
“Mmm.” Lance arched into his touch when he finally got his hand around him and stroked.
“Shh, quiet remember?” He warned with a firm grip.
“Fuck.”
“Not right now. Right now I want you to remember what it felt like the first time I touched you. The first time I kissed you. You were so needy. Sucking on my tongue like a slut. Do it now. Suck my tongue, baby.”
Lance moaned and complied in a blind rush. Their teeth collided before they found lips again. Lance’s tongue was there, tasting, dipping through the seam of his lips, finding his and swirling around his mouth, tasting and branding himself there. And only when Trent growled did he do as he’d been told and suck on Trent’s tongue.
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. It had been his order but hell. It turned him on so much having Lance follow his commands with greedy acceptance. Almost as much as the suction of his mouth did, the memory of having that mouth all over him.
Lance made that sound, the one in the back of his throat that drove Trent mad and he quickened his pumps. Yeah, they were both way too close to the edge for this to last long. No use even trying to wait to get inside his man. Not this time. He had plenty of time for that later now that he’d decided he was staying.
Right now, he just wanted them on the same page, together.
He ripped his mouth away with a gasp, “You came so hard it covered both of us that first time.”
“Trent.” Lance whined as his hips bucked and his hand raced over Trent’s cock, upping the pace as he edged closer to release.
“Do it again. Come all over me. Mark me, baby. I’m yours.”
“Oh. God. I….” Lance stuttered as his cock twitched in Trent’s hand and his climax raced through him, “I love you.”
The feel of Lance vibrating against him. Those three little words. Trent gave in to his own need. He pumped into Lance’s damp hand a few more times, closing his eyes and feeling Lance’s come slicken them both, and then he joined him in sweet release.
“I love you too.” Trent nuzzled in close, holding them together as he carefully eased them to sit on the floor so they could regain their breath and their composure.
They sat that way for a long time. Arms around each other. Clothes askew. Bodies covered in come and sweat. Stuck together. Just the way they liked it.
“Mmm, that was fun.” Lance murmured against his collarbone, “But I really wanted you to fuck me.”
