The three of us spent several hours tearing up the back roads in the Skyline and the Fastback. Joey’s car was a fine piece of car ass.
After that, we grabbed some food. I ate all of T’s fries. He ate my tomatoes.
We pulled into the driveway late in the afternoon. Trent’s Mustang was still sitting where we left it, and it looked like no one else was here.
“Looks like we got the place to ourselves for a while,” I said.
“It won’t be enough.”
We went straight up to my room, not even pausing to take off our shoes. Inside, Trent didn’t ask; he didn’t wait for a word from me. He didn’t hesitate.
The second the door latched, he was there. His big body pushed me up against the door, but he was gentle and deliberate. Strong arms slipped around me and his forearms took the weight of my body.
I ceased to breathe.
I ceased to think.
But I saw.
I saw the warm intent in his gold-flecked eyes. I saw the pain from desire left too long enflamed. I watched the way he came at me tenderly as the pain I’d just seen didn’t matter at all.
The contact of his lips was thorough; every inch of his mouth covered mine. We fused together like two halves of a whole, bonded by want, inspired by need.
He kissed me heavily, like we were both pulled under by a drug that muted everything around us. My chest felt tight, but it wasn’t from lack of air. It was too much emotion.
My entire torso burned with pressure, the kind that drove my tongue farther into his mouth and sent his lips even deeper upon mine. The pads of Trent’s fingers dug into the muscles in my back as he held me, our chests pressed together, and one of his thighs was between mine.
He lifted his lips long enough so we could both suck in one breath, tilted his head in the opposite direction, and assaulted my mouth again.
The change in direction was no less devastating, and I filled my hands with his shirt, mimicking the way our lips clung together. Beneath my jeans, my cock was so hard it hurt, and already, I felt a bead of moisture slick my boxers.
I didn’t know it could be like this between two men.
I didn’t know it could be like this at all.
I couldn’t imagine this kind of intimacy with anyone else. It was like he had the ability to reach inside my chest and grab my heart. But he didn’t. Instead, he reached in and cradled it gently, with the utmost care.
When at last he lifted his head, I could still taste him on my lips. His eyes were hazy and his lips were swollen. Still holding me close, Trent stepped backward into the room, and I went with him.
Beside the bed, he peeled away my jacket and the vest. His fingers skimmed my waist when he reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.
As he worked, he kicked off his shoes, and I did the same. His hand closed around my chin, holding my head in place as he kissed me again, this time with more impatience, as his other hand made short work of my belt.
I pulled back and began undressing him, and soon, both of us were completely naked, standing in front of each other with heaving chests.
His thick cock jutted out from his body and his balls looked heavy with intended release. It made me crave to feel his body shudder as he spilled across my tongue.
I reached for him at the same time he reached for me. Our movements mirrored each other, each of us slowly jacking the other. Trent reached between us and cupped my sac with his free hand and gently massaged my balls in his palm while teasing my tip with light strokes.
I leaned forward and closed my lips around his nipple and sucked the small, hard bud into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt the intense urge to mark him.
Somehow brand him as mine.
My hand tightened around his rock-hard cock, and I groaned. My lips slid away from his nipple and pressed soft kisses to his pec. Playfully, I nipped at his skin with my teeth, and his cock jerked in my hand.
A little bolder, I sucked some of the flesh into my mouth, deep. Trent’s hand started moving much faster, pumping me as deep as I sucked. His palm flattened against the back of my head, and he growled, “Deeper.”
I gave him what he wanted and sucked harder. I sucked until I was certain there would be a mark when I lifted my head. Satisfied, I pulled back, and Trent attacked my lips with his.
We fell back on the bed in a tangle of limbs, touching and kissing everywhere, both of us so much bolder than we’d been before.
Being around each other today and not being able to touch had been like one endless round of foreplay. It felt like we had lost time to make up for, and it didn’t matter how deep our tongues stroked; it just wasn’t enough.
Trent rolled so I was beneath him and his heavy body pressed into mine. Our cocks rubbed together, the feel of his hard rod against mine the ultimate tease. I moaned low in the back of my throat when he started moving down my body, and he positioned himself between my legs.