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Katie Allen

He ran his hands up Trevor’s arms and down his chest, pausing to pinch the other man’s nipples before sliding across his belly and down to his groin. Pete had saved the best for last. Both hands stroked Trevor’s engorged cock, one sliding over the head as the other gripped the base before sliding up and taking the place of his first hand. They moved faster and faster, squeezing and sliding with soapy ease over the length of his cock. Trevor’s breaths came fast, forcing his chest to heave with the effort. His eyes were locked on Pete’s fingers wrapped around his erection. Moving his hips closer, Pete bumped his cock against Trevor’s. His hands still moved in a regular rhythm as he expanded his grip to encompass both stiff shafts. Trevor reached out and grasped Pete’s hips, fiercely digging his fingers into the unyielding muscle, as if his hold was the only thing keeping him on his feet.

“I’m going to come!” Trevor groaned, his hips thrusting uncontrollably, small movements that rubbed his cock against Pete’s with an almost unbearable friction.

“Then come,” Pete ordered, increasing the speed and pressure of his fingers until it was bordering on painful. “Now.”

With a guttural shout, Trevor exploded, shooting jets of hot cum onto Pete’s belly. The sight drove Pete over the edge and he let himself go, tumbling into the tearing ecstasy of his orgasm. Pulse after pulse of pleasure ripped through him, melting his insides until everything inside him had burst from the tip of his cock. Trevor’s fingers were gentle on his hips now, massaging the newly bruised flesh as Pete came back to earth. His blue eyes were soft, just inches away, all sarcastic shields stripped from them. Feeling raw and vulnerable, Pete brushed his knuckles down Trevor’s cheek and then leaned in to kiss him, just a touch of his lips that clung for a fragile second.

Pulling back, he forced a smile. “Better rinse that c-conditioner out,” he said hoarsely and then cleared his throat. “Before we run out of hot water.”

Trevor blinked and his eyes were guarded again. “Right.” He tipped his head back into the stream of water. “At least with you in
here
, I know you won’t be flushing the fucking toilet.”

Pete’s laugh sounded rusty to his own ears. “That’s true.” Grabbing the soap, he did a quick lather and rinse before washing his hair. Pete didn’t know what was wrong with him. There wasn’t any reason for him to get shy all of a sudden, to be tongue-tied and avoiding Trevor’s eyes. No reason at all.

“Done?” Trevor asked, reaching for the faucet. At Pete’s nod, he turned off the water. After sluicing the drops from his hair, Trevor stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and tossing one to Pete. They dried off in silence for an awkward amount of time before Trevor spoke again.

“Did I fuck things up somehow?”

Pete looked at him, surprised. “What d-do you mean?”

“I don’t know.” Trevor shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “You’ve gone all quiet. Figured I’d said something.”

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“No,” Pete told him as he messed around with his towel. It seemed stupid to wrap it around his waist but hanging it up and standing naked in front of Trevor seemed…presumptuous, like he was assuming that was okay now, that they were a couple or something. “You didn’t do anything. I just…” How was he supposed to explain to Trevor when he didn’t even understand what was going on in his own head?

“Hang on.” Trevor hung up his towel and turned toward the sink, grabbing his toothbrush. “I’m about to fall over here. Let’s finish this in bed—or in bags, I guess. Okay?”

“Okay.” That gave him a short reprieve. Pete reached for his own toothbrush, holding it out so Trevor could squeeze some toothpaste onto the bristles. They brushed in silence but it was a companionable silence this time. Glancing sideways at Trevor, Pete smiled around his toothbrush. It was surprisingly nice to do stupid little things like this with someone.

No,
he corrected himself,
it’s nice to do stupid little things like this with
Trevor
.

* * * * *

“Are we going to just end up in the crack if we push them together?” Trevor asked, eyeing the air mattresses doubtfully.

Pete sighed. “Probably.”

Shooting Pete a quick glance, Trevor suggested, “We could both sleep on one.”

His heart picking up tempo, Pete tried to keep his voice even. “It’d involve some close sleeping.”

“Spooning, even.” The corner of Trevor’s mouth quivered.

“Hmm.” Pete resisted the urge to yell “yes!” and pretended to consider the idea.

“Maybe zip our sleeping bags together…”

The humor disappeared from Trevor’s expression as his eyes grew hot. “Okay.”

They connected the two bags, creating a double-sized sleeping bag, and crawled in without saying anything further. Trevor lay on his side, his back several inches away from Pete’s front.

Without eye contact, some of Pete’s bravado returned. “Why are you clutching the edge of the bed?” He snaked an arm around Trevor’s waist and tugged him closer. “Get over here.”

Trevor didn’t hesitate. He shifted over until they were truly spooning, his back against Pete’s chest and his ass pressing into Pete’s growing erection.

“So we’re okay?” Trevor asked tentatively.

“Yeah,” Pete told him, kissing his shoulder. “I was just being a fuck-tard. Don’t mind me.”

Trevor snorted a laugh. “Is it the screwing-the-witness thing again?”

“No.”

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“No?”

“No.” Pete sighed. The guy wasn’t about to give this up.

“Was it because you think you won’t be able to do your job if you’re distracted by fucking me?”

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” Pete asked. With a short laugh, Trevor said, “No.”

“Fine,” he groaned. “It’s nothing logical or anything. It’s…”

“It’s what?” Trevor’s chest expanded beneath Pete’s hand in a huge sigh. “Jeez Louise, just come out with it. This is like pulling fucking teeth.”

“Watch it,” Pete growled, catching one of Trevor’s nipples between his fingers and giving it a warning pinch.

Trevor squirmed, rubbing his ass over the hardening cock behind him. “Sorry,” he said, although he didn’t sound apologetic.

“Sure you are,” Pete scoffed. Now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop playing with Trevor’s nipple. “What I was
saying
is this is just…new.”

“What do you mean ‘new’?” Trevor asked breathlessly, still wriggling against him. Pete tightened his arm to hold him still and switched to the other nipple, teasing it to a hard point.

“‘New’ as in ‘new’. As in, I’ve never done this before so I don’t know how to act.”

Pete’s voice was gruff with embarrassment.

Trevor tensed against him. “You’ve never done this before,” he repeated carefully. Blowing out an impatient breath, Pete shook his head, even though Trevor couldn’t see him. “I’ve done this before. I just haven’t done
this
.”

Trevor was quiet for several seconds. “What?”

“I’ve fucked before,” Pete explained, struggling to find the right words—
any
words, actually. “But that’s all it was—getting off and then leaving. It wasn’t this, with you, and living together and shit.”
It wasn’t a relationship
, Pete thought but refused to say it.

“But we’re not really living together,” Trevor told him. “I mean, we are but it’s just so you can protect me until the trial, right? So if it helps, just think of it as long-term fucking. You know, like a really, really long one-night stand. That way, it won’t mess with your head.”

Pete couldn’t breathe. It felt as if Trevor had kneed him in the balls. How had he so dramatically misread the signals?
Stupid!
his brain mocked. It was just like he’d told Trevor—he’d never experienced anything beyond a random fuck. This was Pete getting mushy and playing house and imagining a stupid fucking fairytale ending with mice sewing him a goddamn ball gown and motherfucking squirrels singing at their motherfucking wedding. Idiot.

His hand dropped away from Trevor’s chest and he withdrew his arm, shifting back a few inches—as far as he could go without falling off the air mattress. 70

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Trevor turned his head, rolling over far enough to look at him. “You okay?”

“F-f-fine.” He closed his eyes, not able to look the other man in the face. “J-just t-tt…” Pete gritted his teeth. He was too exhausted for this shit. “Tired.”

“Okay,” Trevor said tentatively. “Goodnight then.”

“N-night.”

Pete lay awake for a long time, thinking about how stupid he’d been. What kind of idiot fell in love with someone in two days?

Trevor stared at the multiple panes of moonlight that made up the window.
Why the fuck did I say that?
He had no clue why he’d done it, why he’d shut down Pete’s tentative suggestion they were more than casual fuck-buddies trapped in the same house for seven months.

Trevor had felt it too, the difference from all other boyfriends and hook-ups and casual lays. There was something about Pete, something that drew him even as it pricked his skin with uneasiness, warning him that this relationship could be dangerous to his peace of mind, to his heart.

Absently rubbing his chest, Trevor shifted slightly, resisting sliding back against the heat and comfort of Pete’s body. It’d only been a few days, but Trevor knew he was already addicted—not only to that muscular body but to the way Pete’s amused eyes searched for his when the neighbors were saying something nuts and to the gentle slide of his hand over wood as he worked to fix the porch. Even the way he stuttered a little when he was anxious or uncomfortable warmed Trevor’s belly. Except for tonight, when Trevor had caused that stammer. Just the thought hurt his heart. He’d panicked. That was the only explanation. Why else would he sabotage what was shaping up to be the best relationship he’d ever had? Whatever the reason, it was said and Pete was hurt and would probably never bring up how he felt about Trevor again. Hell, he’d probably never bring up how he felt about breakfast cereal, much less about Trevor.

He shifted again, trying to move slowly so he wouldn’t wake Pete. He knew he’d fucked things up. The question was, how could he fix it?

* * * * *

Trevor woke up with his back pressed against a warm, male, snoring body, a rigid cock branding his right butt cheek. Pete’s arms were both wrapped around him, clutching him tightly. Trevor smiled. Their unconscious bodies knew what was right, even if their brains were determined to fuck it up.

He wiggled, nestling his ass more tightly against Pete’s groin. The snoring stopped, turning into a sort of waking growly grumble as Pete’s arms tightened and he buried his face in Trevor’s neck.

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Trevor knew the exact moment when Pete remembered the conversation of the night before, because he stiffened and began to pull away.

“Wait,” Trevor told him, rolling over and pushing Pete onto his back in the same motion, both of them falling off the edge of the air mattress and landing on the floor in a tangle of sleeping bags. Before Pete could recover from his surprise, Trevor straddled his stomach.

“I need to talk to you,” Trevor said, trying to focus. The ripple of Pete’s abs against his balls was very distracting.

Pete cocked an eyebrow. “You have to sit on me to talk to me?”

“No.” Shifting back a little so the damp tip of Pete’s cock bumped his tailbone, Trevor grinned. “This is just for fun.”

“Fun,” Pete repeated, his mouth twisting into the facsimile of a smile. “Right.”

“See, that’s what I need to talk to you about.”

“Fun?”

Trevor shook his head. “It isn’t all fun. I was just being a panicky asshole last night.”

His smile fell away as his eyes went wary. “Explain.”

“I’m trying to,” Trevor told him. “You just keep distracting me.”

Pete looked offended. “Do not!”

“Do too!” Trevor laughed.

“How am I distracting you?”

“With this…” Reaching behind him, Trevor stroked a hand over Pete’s eager cock, which jumped against his lower spine. “And this…” He pushed up on his knees to brush his sac over the stomach muscles beneath him. “And this.” He stroked his thumb over Pete’s lower lip.

“Yeah?” Pete rasped. “Want me to tell you how you’re distracting me?”

“Me first,” Trevor insisted. “It’s been bugging me all night.”

“Do it then.” Impatience ran through his voice as Pete gripped Trevor’s thighs and pushed him back a little harder against his erection.

Trevor shook his head. “Even on the bottom, you’re bossy.”

“Damn straight.” Pete’s hands were massaging his quads now, working higher and higher up his thighs. Trevor swallowed. “Now tell me what you need to say so I can fuck you.”

“Yes sir.” Trevor knew he’d lost the control but he also knew he liked it that way.

“You do things to me no one has ever done—and I don’t mean that in a sex-trick way. I feel things with you and that freaks the shit out of me, so I told you it’s just sex between us so I could keep pretending it was true.”

Pete was watching him with those unsettling gray eyes. “Done?” he finally asked. His voice escaping him, Trevor could only nod.

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“Then kiss me.”

Trevor blinked. “But what about what I just said?”

With a smile, Pete reached up to run gentle fingers down Trevor’s arm. “We’ll figure out how we feel later. Right now, I want to fuck you blind.”

After a startled moment, Trevor grinned back. “Sounds like a plan.” Leaning forward, he touched Pete’s mouth with his, brushing his lips in a barely-there kiss he knew would drive Pete nuts with frustration. Sure enough, Pete grabbed his head with both hands as he snarled, yanking Trevor down into a hard kiss. Pete demanded entrance into his mouth, taking over with his tongue, nipping with his teeth when Trevor didn’t respond quickly enough. Trevor let him in, melting beneath the dominating kiss, as turned-on by the punishment of it as he was by the caressing reward. He wriggled with pleasure and Pete growled a warning, holding his head still with both hands.