Full House (4 page)

Never failed to amaze him that a guy as assertive as Trev could offer Max his ass every damn time. Never failed to amaze him how damn much it turned him on. How much he loved the sensation of sinking into Trev’s hot channel, of the smooth heat that closed around him, pulling him deeper as he held on to those round, taut butt cheeks.

Hell, his cock wept just thinking about it.

The man was built. Muscled, broad and solid, just the way Max liked his men. And dear God, Trev’s dick. Thick and hard, it ground against his now, igniting fires all over his body.

Yeah, Trev had wanted to take Max. Had suggested it more than once. But bottoming for anyone had never appealed to him, and as much as he loved Trev, much as he loved Trev’s dick, he wasn’t ready for the other man to slip it in his ass.

He rocked his hips, massaging his cock against Trev’s, mimicking the way he’d thrust if he were actually inside him. God help him, he needed to be inside him. Needed to tell him about his revelation while overseas. Needed to let Trev know he cared. A lot. About more than just sex. He’d fallen for his fuck-buddy.

He leaned in and nipped Trev’s ear, just hard enough to cause pain. When he did it while inside Trev, it almost always resulted in Trev orgasming, especially if Max’s hand was wrapped around the other man’s cock at the same time.

Trev’s groan was guttural, and Max flexed his wrist, wishing he held Trev’s cock now.

“I missed this,” Max said softly into his ear. “I missed you.” Before Trev could react, he quickly added, “If those people weren’t standing on the other side of this door, my cock would be so deep in your ass you’d be coming before I pulled out the first time.”

Trev made a small, animalistic sound in his throat, leaned down and, with unerring precision, raked his teeth over Max’s nipple.

A thrill shot up his spine.

Trev straightened. “If you were in my ass now, I would not be the only one coming.”

Fucking T-shirt lay against his now highly sensitized nipple, torturing him with its cotton softness. His arms were pinned at his sides so he couldn’t use them to pull the material away from his skin. As punishment, he bit Trev’s ear again, and Trev bucked hard against him.

“Which would you like more?” Max asked, his voice a murmur. “Your dick in my mouth…” He had to pause for a second and breathe deep. Christ, he wanted Trev’s dick in his mouth. So much he could almost taste it, could almost feel the pressure as he swallowed it down the back of his throat.

Trev’s erection jerked against Max’s.

“Or my cock in your ass?” This time it was Max’s cock that jerked, the thought of pushing deep into Trev more than he could stand.

Damn it, six weeks. He didn’t want to wait another day. Another minute. He wanted to fuck Trev. Wanted to make love to him. Wanted to ease the ache in his balls and the pain in his chest. Wanted Trev to know how he felt. How he’d fallen in love…

Trev ground his dick against Max’s, and Max closed his eyes, willing himself not to come, not to shoot his load right here, in the kitchen, fully clothed.

“Or…” Max breathed deep, tried to keep his voice steady. “I could lay you on your kitchen table and lick you just the way you like. Let my tongue roll around your hole, over and over, in and out, wetting you for me, relaxing you.” He ran his tongue over Trev’s earlobe, and the man shuddered violently.

Trev pulled his head away so Max could see his eyes, could recognize the hunger burning in them. Trev’s voice was a low rumble when he answered. “I want them all. I want you to suck my cock and lick my ass and fuck me until I can’t stand anymore.” His cheeks were red and heat radiated off him. “I want you to come inside me, shooting your load so hard you make me come too.”

He stopped, panting. Their faces were close, so close his hot breath mingled with Max’s. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming. All he needed to do was inch his face forward and their lips would meet. Dear God, he had to kiss Trev, had to place his mouth over his and devour him.

“But what I want most—” Trev hesitated, then bent his neck so his mouth was angled less than a centimeter from Max’s, “—is for you to want me as much as I want you.” With that he crushed his lips against Max’s.

Max was more than ready for him. He attacked Trev’s lips with vigor, possessed by an urgency to taste the man he loved.

Want Trev as much as Trev wanted him? He should only know what Max was thinking now. How the urgency to possess him, to make love to him, was driving him mad with need.

He plunged his tongue into Trev’s mouth, kissing him like he might drown without Trev’s lips. God, he needed the man. Needed him more than he’d ever thought possible.

Trev kissed him back with the same level of desperation. His ruthless grinding of his cock against Max’s kept Max perilously close to orgasm.

How could his feelings have turned around so completely? How could a casual root have turned into a desire for a lifetime together?

How could he continue kissing the man without yanking down both of their pants and burying himself in Trev’s ass? God help him, but the thought of feeling Trev’s velvety flesh closing around him, of sinking into his depths and becoming one with him, had Max hanging on the edge, needing to come. Needing to tell Trev, finally, how damn much he loved him. How damn much he wanted to make a life with him.

Trev wanted Max to want him? Oh, that was all taken care of. Max was going stir-crazy with lust. But he needed more. Needed a night alone with Trev to tell him all of this, a night with no complications.

Max pulled away from Trev’s lips, hating the cold air that rushed over his face.

It took a while before Trev’s eyes opened, and when they did, the dark lust seeping from them almost undid Max. How was it possible Trev could be this aroused—and Max knew when Trev was aroused, he’d spent two years studying the phenomenon—if things were complicated?

“Yes or no?” Max asked, his voice a whisper, his heart clenched in a vise. God help him, he needed Trev to say yes.

Trev froze.

The merciless grinding of cock against cock ceased. For endless seconds neither man moved. Trev stared at Max’s mouth and Max stared at Trev’s eyes. Muted laughter filtered through the door.

His balls ached, burning with pent-up desire.

“Shit.” Trev released him with a curse and stepped away. He rubbed his groin as though in pain.

Max could relate.

“Shit,” Trev swore again and walked backward until his butt hit the bench top, then he swung around so fast he knocked over a silver bucket.

The resounding clatter of ice crashing into the sink did little to relieve the pressure in Max’s neck or dick. He breathed deep and rolled his shoulders, wishing he didn’t feel like a tightly wound coil.

“I want you to stay the night.”

Trev’s words were soft, but Max heard them. Exalted in them. “You do?”

“Christ, yes,” Trev snapped. “I want you to fuck me so bad I can hardly breathe from it.”

Joy flooded Max’s system, so intense it almost knocked him sideways.

Trev shook his head. “But you can’t.”

A blow to the nuts couldn’t have hit harder.

It took Max a good few seconds to find his voice. Recovery from rejection took time. Finally he raised his hands in acceptance, pretending everything was cool. Then he dropped them. Trev wasn’t looking his way and the effort of holding them up about killed him. “Whatever, mate. It’s your call.”

Trev spun around, disbelief blazing in his face. “Whatever?”

“Yes, no, it’s your choice.” Christ, how did he present such a calm façade when his insides were shriveling? “You said no. No worries.”

“No worries?” Trev fisted his hands at his chest.

A fighter pose or a protective one?

“No worries?” Trev said again, his voice loud in the small room. He swore and spoke more softly. “I’ve spent six fucking weeks waiting to see you again. Six weeks fantasizing about you and your damn dick, and all you can say is
no worries
?”

“What the fuck?” There went Max’s rational thought again. If Trev had spent six weeks fantasizing, then why the hell didn’t he want Max spending the night?

Trev glowered at him, his expression incredulous and conflicted.

Max stalked across the kitchen, getting in Trev’s face, pressing his chest against Trev’s fists, squashing them between their two bodies. “You think I don’t wanna spend the night?” There was nothing he wanted more—except perhaps a lifetime of spending the night with Trev. “You think I don’t wanna fuck you?” Wait. He didn’t. “Make love to you?” Ah, that he did. He shuffled back an inch and cupped his hand none too gently over the bulge in Trev’s pants.

Trev jerked beneath his touch and made that same animalistic sound deep in his throat.

“You think I haven’t spent the last month thinking about this?” Christ, he loved Trev’s dick. Touching it again, even over his jeans, was doing mad things to his breathing. Trev was every bit as hard as he was. “Damn it, I’m having wet dreams about you. Fucking wet dreams.” Sleeping alone in hotel rooms was no fun. Not when the huge double beds rattled with emptiness. “So don’t get pissy with me, mate. You said not tonight. Not me.”

Trev’s hands uncurled, and he turned them so his palms were pressed against Max’s chest. “I said it was complicated.” Trev closed his eyes.

Max forced his mind away from Trev’s touch, away from the cock in his hand. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I have to tell you something.”

He dropped his arm, releasing Trev’s dick. If those weren’t the deadliest words ever invented—

“Yo, guys?” Des yelled from the dining room. “Game’s on. You coming to play?”

“Be right out,” Max yelled back, though where he found the presence of mind to answer, he had no idea. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning.

“We need to talk,” Trev said.

Max’s stomach twisted. Whatever Trev had to say, he strongly suspected he didn’t want to hear it. “About?”

Trev shook his head. “Things.”

“Real specific there, mate.”

“Alex is dealing,” Des called again. “You in or out?”

“In,” Max called back. Not because he wanted to play, but because he didn’t want to hear whatever Trev had to tell him. Every fiber of his being rebelled against it. Trev had never needed to talk before. Not about them. When it came to them, actions always spoke louder than words.

“I’m out,” Trev murmured, and judging by the level of his voice, he was not addressing anyone outside of the kitchen.

Max took a breath, and then another one, filling his lungs with oxygen. Perhaps a little air would slow the malicious hammering of his heart.

It didn’t.

Trev was out.

Fuck.

“Okay, then.” Max nodded and hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m gonna play.” Fully aware that he was walking away from whatever Trev had to tell him, he stepped out of the kitchen.

Chapter Three

The evening could not have progressed more sluggishly. Max wanted out. He wanted to head for the door. He wanted to get the hell away from Trev’s house and Trev’s bed and Trev’s fucking body.

No, he didn’t. He wanted to stay as close to Trev as humanly possible. He wanted Trev in his life forever. He wanted… Fuck knew what he wanted anymore. Not this. Not Trev’s notable absence at his own table. Not the ache in his gut every time he heard Trev’s murmured “I’m out” in his head. Not the questioning looks everyone flashed him when he walked out of the kitchen alone.

He didn’t want any of this. He wanted him and Trev alone. Together. End of story.

Trev didn’t stay in the kitchen the whole evening. Ten minutes tops and he was back, newly filled ice bucket in hand and a whole lot more drinks to replace the now empty bottles lining the table.

Trev helped himself to a beer, sat down and played a determined game of poker for the rest of the night. He didn’t look at Max, and Max didn’t look at him.

When midnight arrived and the game wound down, everyone stood around saying goodbye. Max grabbed his keys and made for the door, anxious to get out of the house, yet reluctant to walk away. He had to get away from Trev, and he never wanted to leave his fucking side.

Jesus, he was a mess.

He didn’t make it outside. An iron fist clamped around his shoulder, physically preventing him from leaving. To anyone watching, it probably looked like a friendly clap on the back.

It wasn’t.

Des, Alex and Megan left, followed by the terrible trips.

Trev sent them all on their way with happy farewells and a carefree grin. Then he slammed the door shut behind them, slammed Max into the door and kissed him until Max dropped his keys, gasped for air and burned for the man torturing him with his mouth.

“You don’t walk away from me,” Trev exploded. Without waiting for Max’s reply, he yanked his shirt over his head. “You don’t get to spend six weeks out the country, then come back and fuck with my mind. Or my body.” He grabbed Max’s shirt around the neckline and jerked it up, trying to get it off. “You understand me?”

The rasp of cotton ripping should have shocked Max, but it didn’t. It just aroused him more, which shouldn’t have been possible, since that one kiss from Trev had him full to bursting. “Who’s fucking with who?” he shot back. “You said we had to talk, not me. You told me you were out.”

Trev growled and tore the shirt in two so it hung like a rag from his shoulders. Then he was back, crushing his lips over Max’s and pressing his naked abs against Max’s stomach.

Holy fucking hell.

This was what he wanted. This was all he wanted. Trev, so hot for him he didn’t stop to think out the consequences of his actions.

Trev wrenched his mouth away. “I told Des I was out, you stupid dickhead. And so what if we need to talk? You don’t tell me you have wet dreams about me and then leave. Ever. Jesus, if I had my way, you’d never leave.”

Never?
The word made him see stars, made the world spin.

“You think I’d rather have a wet dream than fuck you for real?”
Max grabbed Trev’s ass and hauled him even closer, ramming their cocks together.

Trev kissed him, again and again, each kiss harder and more intimate than the last. They made Max’s heart soar and his dick ache.