"What are you playing at?" Ethan asked, his obsidian gaze sending a thrill of excitement down Trey's spine.
"I'm not playing at anything."
"Why are you hiding what you are from her?"
"I'm not hiding anything."
"Denial gets you nowhere with me. I know how much you want me. I see it in your eyes. I held it in my hand."
"Maybe."
The heat coming off Ethan's hard body was feral in nature. Raw energy pulsated from every pore. There was an animal just beneath Ethan's skin and Trey very much wanted to push him to see it unleashed. He couldn't, though. He knew if he did there would be no turning back. This thing with Reagan was beautiful, tender, and loving. This thing with Ethan was hot, wild, and pure lust, but there was nothing of substance there. Fooling around with Ethan would be like all of Trey's other sexual encounters. Wham, bam, thank you, um, sir.
"No maybe," Ethan said.
Strong fingers slid into the hair at Trey's nape and tugged his head back. Ethan shifted and pressed the hard length of his cock against Trey's, which responded by leaping with excitement. "No maybe," he repeated, staring into Trey's eyes with undisguised hunger. He leaned closer, his mouth a hair's breadth from Trey's. "You want to be fucked as much as I want to fuck you."
"Maybe," Trey said. He couldn't deny it. Not with his cock straining against Ethan's. Not with his stance submissive. Not with his breaths coming in excited gasps and his heart thundering in his chest. Two weeks ago he would have shoved Ethan into the bathroom and fought him for sexual dominance, but things had changed. There were things more important to him than mindless fucking. "Unlike you, I put Reagan's feelings first."
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?"
"She told me why you two split. She caught you cheating on her. I won't do that to her."
"Yes you will, because you and I are alike. The soft, loving nature of a woman steals our hearts, but there is something about a hard body that gets our blood pumping. Fuck the consequences."
Trey's breath caught. "So you are bisexual. Reagan is convinced that you're … "
"Gay? That's Reagan's way of protecting her feelings. She doesn't want to think I still love her. She wants to think I've discovered my true nature as a gay man. She can live with that. Her realizing she's not enough for me sexually was too hard on her ego. And it will be the same when she finds out about you."
"You still love her?"
"Of course I still love her. You know how wonderful she is. I've never met another woman like her before or since."
"So you're trying to seduce me to come between us."
Ethan chuckled and he touched the tip of his tongue to Trey's upper lip. Trey wasn't quick enough to stop his excited inrush of breath. He was so turned on by this little game of domination that he was already seeping precum. He could feel the slick moisture against his thigh.
"I'm trying to seduce you because looking at you makes my dick hard. I don't have any trouble getting rid of Reagan's boyfriends and I don't do it by trying to fuck them. Honestly," Ethan murmured, the timber of his voice going low, "not many men turn me on, but the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you."
Ethan tugged Trey's head back and kissed him. Ethan's lips were strong. They demanded surrender. For a brief instant Trey was so caught up in the moment that he didn't fight, he just felt. It felt good to let go. To let someone take control. But he didn't want this. Sure, now he wanted this, but in ten minutes he'd be overcome with guilt and regret. Not worth it.
Trey placed both hands on Ethan's chest and shoved. Ethan stumbled back a step and their lips separated, but Ethan still had a solid grip on Trey's hair, so Trey wasn't exactly free. His attempts at resistance seemed to turn the guy on even more. An instant later, Trey found himself pinned between the wall and two hundred pounds of pure muscle.
"You're still trying to deny the attraction between us?"
Trey shook his head. "I want you," he admitted. "But I'm saying no."
"No?" Ethan said the word as if it was part of some obscure language.
"No."
Ethan took a step back and Trey clung to the doorsill to keep from sliding to the floor.
"Fine," he said. "No means no."
Trey almost wished Ethan hadn't given up so easy. Wished he'd forced him so he didn't have to feel guilty about wanting it. When Ethan released his iron grip on Trey's hair, Trey didn't feel relief. He felt remorse. Even though he knew he'd done the right thing, some part of him wanted Ethan to make him do the wrong thing.