Page 39 of Simply Perfection
Trevor jogged across the street and around the front of Clay’s car. He climbed in, and the door closed with a soft thud.
“I’m sorry,” they both said.
“I didn’t—”
“No, Clay. It’s my fault. Obviously, I have issues, and I’m trying to work through them. Matt suggested I see someone on my own, because he wants to be my partner, not my therapist.” Trevor looked at Clay and told himself that his eyes were watering from the cold. It wasn’t tears clouding his vision. “Probably not a bad idea, huh?”
“I don’t know whether to hug you or beat the ever-loving shit out of you for scaring me like that. What were you thinking, taking off that way? You have an unknown psychopath on your trail and you simply high-tail it out in the city at dusk?”
“I forgot about that. I wasn’t really thinking. I was mad.”
Then Claydidpull Trevor into a hard hug. The stronger man refused to let go, and Trevor accepted the gesture for what it was. Friendship. Clay’s arms were long and warm. There was no console in the car, so Trevor could rest his head on Clay’s chest. His chest!
Trevor tried to scramble out of the embrace.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your chest. You were shot, and my head—”
“I’m fine, Trev. A hug won’t hurt me. Come back here.”
Trevor sank back into Clay’s embrace. They stayed close together for another minute until Trevor’s shivers stopped.
“Better?”
Trevor nodded.
“Okay, let’s get going.”
Clay glanced behind him then pulled a U-turn to head back toward Niall’s neighborhood. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of Niall’s building. Trevor tugged on the strap of his duffel that sat on the floorboard. His hand grasped the door handle, and he paused.
“Thank you. I’m glad I have you as a friend.” He jumped out of Clay’s car and jogged toward the lobby door.
Chapter Eleven
Niall hung up the phone with the organizer of the Sotheby’s commission. He was still floating on air that he’d gotten the job. Going to England to do the shoot was an amazing opportunity. He wasn’t looking forward to leaving Matt and Trevor, but if everything went well, he’d only be gone a month. While that would have seemed like a fantastic adventure a couple of months ago, now Niall wondered if there was any way he could convince his men to join him for at least part of the journey as a vacation. The auction house said they'd book his flight for the second week in April, and the job would take him to many corners of the United Kingdom. The collection scattered southward and northward from Cardiff, Wales, to Aberdeen, Scotland, and eastward and westward from Norwich, Norfolk, to Galway, Ireland.
Niall heard the door monitor go off and activated the control panel sitting on his desk. He hit the switch to see who had come to pay him a visit. The second Trevor’s image popped up on thescreen, Niall smiled. This was an unexpected but pleasurable surprise. Niall pressed the intercom button.
“Come on in, honey.”
A few seconds later, Niall heard the front door close. He headed toward the living room to greet his lover, but before he’d taken five steps, Trevor came running down the hall and jumped into Niall’s arms. Trevor’s lips latched onto Niall’s as his arms and legs wrapped themselves around Niall’s neck and waist.
Niall stumbled back a few steps, then spun Trevor around to brace him against the wall. Niall’s hand came up to protect Trevor’s head from smashing into the brick, but he refused to let up on the onslaught of their kiss. Trevor’s tongue slid inside Niall’s mouth to mate with Niall’s. Trevor tasted of the cold winter air and desperation. Something had fueled Trevor’s passion, and Niall would find out what … later.
Their lips separated, and Trevor moved to attack Niall’s cheeks, ear, and neck. Little bites scored Niall’s skin, and he groaned with satisfaction. Niall swiftly carried Trevor down the hall to his bedroom. They landed on the mattress in a tangle of limbs. Trevor’s hands were a blur of motion as they attempted to strip Niall of every article of clothing. Niall worked just as quickly, and soon they were skin to skin. Trevor arched up into Niall’s body, his cock already hard and weeping. Trevor shimmied out from underneath Niall and scooted up the bed, so Niall’s feet no longer dangled off the end.
Trevor had lovely, pale brown nipples. Small and peaked against tight, rounded pectoral muscles standing out against the smooth plane of Trevor’s slender chest. Niall dipped down and teased the nubs with his teeth, lips, and tongue. Trevor’s soft cries were music to Niall’s ears, and Trevor’s hands buried in his long hair urged Niall onwards. He tormented and worked Trevor’s nipple until one stood out red and wet, then moved to the other. Niall repeated his treatment but added thestimulation of his fingers pinching the abandoned side to keep Trevor on edge.
Niall’s lips slid down the center of Trevor’s body. Soft kisses and nipping bites landed across Trevor’s ribcage. Trevor squirmed and cursed. Niall moved down Trevor’s body to lave at the smooth skin around Trevor’s groin. His nuzzled into the patch of hair above Trevor’s cock and gently tugged on the strands with his lips. Trevor’s cock rubbed against Niall’s cheek, the skin hot and soft over the core of steel. It lay almost flat against Trevor’s stomach, twitching as Niall hovered over the head. Niall’s tongue flicked out to lick the slit and came away with a drop of sweet nectar. Trevor had the sweetest cum Niall had ever tasted. Trevor’s legs separated, and his hands guided Niall’s mouth to his prize. Niall chuckled and granted Trevor’s silent request.
Niall opened his lips and sucked half of Trevor’s length down his throat. Trevor’s startled cry and jerk of his hips almost threw Niall off course, but his mission was set. Niall would make Trevor come, he would release whatever tension was eating away at Trevor’s insides, then slowly make love to his honey.
Niall slackened his jaw and swallowed Trevor’s long cock to the base. He used every trick in his arsenal to bring Trevor to the point of no return, tight lips as Niall moved down and deep pulls as he moved up. Niall flattened his tongue and pressed against the vein on the underside of Trevor’s shaft, then twisted it around the flange at the base of the wide, mushroom-shaped cap.
Niall used a hand to jack Trevor off while he continued to concentrate on the top half with his mouth. Up and down he fisted Trevor’s cock, while his lover writhed and moaned above him. Niall used extra spit to slick up his fingers and slid one down to the sensitive dam beneath Trevor’s balls. He rubbed onthe skin and flicked his nail at the edge of the ring guarding Trevor’s hole.
Trevor’s breath hitched, and he tried to press down on Niall’s finger. Niall circled and played with the wrinkled opening. A soft litany of curse words rose into the air as if they were in fact a prayer.
