Page 9 of Safe
Trevor winced but let him go. There were too many eyes on them already. Watching. Judging. Sensing the turmoil between them where there had never been any before. Trevor grabbed his own bag and followed Cruz up the aisle and off the bus.
They ended up in an elevator with at least four other members of the team, and Cruz continued to ignore him. Trevor ground his teeth together and tried not to think about the last time they’d been in an elevator together. Last night, drunk and horny, they’d been pressed together shoulder to knee, erection to erection, a bare breath separating their lips. And now Cruz wouldn’t even look at him, wouldn’t even…
Trevor snapped to attention as the realization hit him like a baseball bat to the head.
He hadn’t kissed him. Earlier, this morning, he hadn’t kissed Cruz. He’d been so focused on wanting him, wanting to touch him and wanting to make him come, that he’d somehow missed an important step. He hadn’t kissed Cruz.
Looking at their interaction in the bathroom with that knowledge, it wasn’t quite the magical moment he’d spent all day thinking it was. It felt cheap. Like he’d used Cruz, even if he hadn’t gotten off himself. It was just a quick jerk off, a hand from a friend. It wasn’t special, and his leaving the moment it was over only made it look worse.
God, he was an idiot.
The elevator stopped on their floor, and everyone got off. A few of the guys were joking and jabbing at one another, making plans for the night. Cruz stormed straight toward their room without a glance at anyone. Trevor shrugged off an invite to go see a movie and followed his friend to their room.
He winced when Cruz let the door all but slam in his face and pushed into the room after him. He flipped the lock after them and dropped his bag to the floor. He watched Cruz drop his own bag on his bed and then stalk to the far end of the room and stare out the window, his hands on his hips.
Trevor moved slowly, not wanting to make the situation worse. “Cruz?”
He didn’t get an answer. Not even a flinch. Cruz didn’t turn around to even look at him.
“Rodrigo?” he tried, taking another step closer, but when he still didn’t get a response he sighed. “Baby, please, look at me.”
“Don’t call me that.” Cruz spun around suddenly, and there was so much anger and hurt on his handsome face that Trevor’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest. “Don’t call me that like this morning meant something when it…”
Trevor covered the distance between them in two long steps and grabbed Cruz with both hands. He slammed their lips together. Hard. Their teeth collided, and he pulled back slightly. He expected Cruz to push him away, had prepared himself to hold on tight, but what he hadn’t expected was for Cruz to pull him closer.
He groaned when Cruz kissed him this time. It was still rough. Angry. But it was demanding and aggressive too. Needy. Trevor returned the kiss as best he could. It was slightly awkward. The both of them struggling for control. They stumbled as they battled for dominance, and Trevor shoved hard, backing Cruz against the wall.
He bit Cruz’s lip so hard he thought it might leave a bruise and liked the idea of marking this man so much, he did it again. Cruz made a sound. That sound. The small, needy one in the back of his throat. The one that drove Trevor out of his mind.
Trevor pulled back, gasping for air. “It meant something. It meant everything.Youmean everything to me.”
“You can’t mean that.”
“I do.” He brushed their panting lips together softly. “You really think after all this time hiding in the closet I’d risk everything by coming out if I wasn’t crazy in love with you?”
Cruz’s dark eyes widened. “Love?”
“Don’t freak out on me.” Trevor managed a small smile. “I don’t expect you to say it back. Not yet. I haven’t done a thing to earn it, but I will. I swear to you I will. Because I love you.”
“Say it again,” Cruz whispered, a shell-shocked expression taking over his handsome face.
“I love you.”
Cruz lunged for him then, smashing their lips together, and Trevor groaned and gave in to it. For so long he’d dreamed of what it would be like to kiss Cruz. Now he was. He was kissing him, and Cruz was kissing him back.
Better yet, despite starting it, Cruz submitted when Trevor took control of the kiss. Somehow he’d always known he would. He’d seen the way Cruz’s pupils dilated whenever he took an authoritative tone with him. And it pushed every one of his buttons.
He dragged Cruz’s bottom lip between his teeth until he gasped, and then Trevor took advantage. He slipped his tongue out, tracing the spot he’d bitten and then delving deeper. He only meant to take a sip, to ease into it, but Cruz’s taste overwhelmed him, and he groaned.
Cruz whimpered and tugged him even closer. Melding their bodies together. Their erections pressed together through the denim of their jeans. Trevor steadied himself with one hand against the wall and then let his hips drop, grinding them together as their tongues tangled.
He’d dreamed of the way Cruz would taste. Spicy. Strong. Masculine. He tasted like sin and sex and heaven. He tasted like Trevor had always thought his man would taste like. Perfect.
The feel of their erections rubbing together through their clothes. The feel of their stubble burning each other as they kissed. Big hands stroking over each other’s hard bodies. It was perfect, and the only thing that would make it better would be if there weren’t anything between them.
Trevor slid a hand beneath Cruz’s shirt and shoved it upward. So much lean, hard muscle. So much strength. He’d seen Cruz’s chest so many times, stared at it whenever he wouldn’t be caught looking. He’d seen the trail of dark hair that led down into his jeans, but it was different feeling it. Tracing his fingertips over the hard planes and dips of abs. Circling the dark, round nipples that he ached to taste.
“Off.” When air became a necessity, he finally broke the kiss to shove Cruz’s shirt up higher. “Arms up.”
