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Cruz swallowed hard. “I…you…”
“Yeah.” Trevor moved in behind him at the vanity, one hand going to the edge, boxing Cruz in, and the other sliding around his waist and up his chest as he pressed against Cruz from behind and rubbed his stubbled jaw against his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
Cruz felt his heart fall into his stomach. “You’re sorry?”
“Mhmm.” Trevor pressed a soft kiss against his neck, and Cruz fought a shiver.
“You’re sorry you responded when I hit on you, you mean?”
“No.” Trevor’s blue eyes glanced up, meeting his in the mirror again, serious and heavy. “I’m not sorry about last night. None of it. I’m sorry I can’t seem to keep my hands off you now. I swore I would. I promised myself I would wait until we had time to talk, so I could explain things, explain myself… But we’re running late and there’s no time and I want you so bad it fucking hurts.”
Cruz groaned and arched into Trevor’s touch as the words he’d never expected sank deep inside him. He bit his lip to quell a whimper when Trevor’s big hand slid lower, playing with the elastic band of his boxers. His entire body tingled as warm, wet lips trailed up to his ear.
“Can I touch you?”
The words whispered at his ear made him shudder. “You are.”
“Give me permission, Rodrigo.” Trevor bit into his earlobe, and he moaned in response. “You’re sober now and I want to hear the words. Tell me you want my hand on your cock, that you’re hard for me and you want me to get you off.”
The request for permission tied to the demand nearly undid Cruz, and his cock throbbed. He rubbed his ass back against Trevor just to make sure he wasn’t being punked, but no. There it was. Trevor was hard for him too. This wasn’t a dream. It was a fantasy brought to life. Trevor wanted him too.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Touch me, please.”
Without a word, Trevor slid his hand beneath the elastic band and circled his fist around Cruz’s cock. He was already dripping precome, and like a pro Trevor slicked his palm over the head, teasing him, playing with his slit and then using the slickness to lube him up. Trevor worked his hand up and down Cruz’s thick shaft, and Cruz lost the ability to keep quiet.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His hips shifted as his head fell back onto Trevor’s shoulder.
“That’s it, baby,” Trevor growled at his ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear what you’d sound like if I touched you like this.”
Cruz whined. His entire body was strung tight as a bow. Trevor’s big hand on his cock was driving him closer and closer to the edge. The husky words at his ear only made him harder.
This was Trevor touching him. Trevor stroking his cock. Trevor who was going to make him come.
“Oh God…” He groaned. “So close.”
“Open your eyes,” Trevor ordered, and of their own accord, Cruz felt his lids flip open. “I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come for me. Look at me. Don’t look away. Look at me.”
“Trevor.” He gasped as his body spasmed, and he tried to keep his eyes open, he really did, but they fluttered shut as stream after stream of come shot from his cock. His body trembled and his knees went weak. He would have collapsed if Trevor hadn’t been there to catch him, to hold him up. He whimpered, “Trevor?”
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Trevor’s voice was softer now. “So damn honest. Not like me.” His lips pressed to Cruz’s sensitive skin. “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I lie to everyone, but… I shouldn’t have lied to you.”
Cruz’s head was still spinning. He was wrung out. The hangover headache was coming back, pounding along with the beat of his rapid heartbeat. His muscles felt soft and rubbery, and he wanted to curl back up in his bed. Preferably with Trevor wrapped around him. But he still couldn’t put together just how this had happened, how they had come to be wrapped around each other or what it meant.
“You…lied?” He blinked, trying to refocus on Trevor’s words instead of just his touch.
“I’m gay. I’ve always been gay. There’ve been other men but not many. I was too scared so I hid and… Then I met you.” Trevor’s blue eyes begged for something Cruz had no idea how to give him. “I’ve wanted you since the moment we met, but I knew I couldn’t have you.”
“You…”
Cruz wasn’t entirely sure what it was he’d been about to ask or say. He had so many questions. Trevor was gay. He’d been hiding in the closet all this time. He’d wanted Cruz from the start, just like Cruz had wanted him. But Trevor hadn’t said anything. He’d never made a move. Until now.
Before he could gather his thoughts, a loud pounding sound came from just outside the bathroom. Cruz jumped and Trevor cursed. They instantly began to untangle, and Cruz let Trevor move him aside as he flipped on the faucet and washed the proof of what they’d just done down the sink. The pounding came again, and Cruz finally managed to connect reality with the mess of chaos in his head.
Someone was knocking on the door of their hotel room.
“Trev…”
“Stop.” Trevor turned back to him quickly, blue eyes a little wild. “Don’t say anything. Please. Just…let me get the door. I’ll take care of it. Jump in the shower and then we’ll talk. Okay?”
