Page 16 of Simply Perfection
Before leaving the table, Matt placed a soft kiss on Trevor’s lips. As the kiss had done the night before, Trevor yearned for more, but Matt pulled back and walked away toward the bar.
When Trevor looked across the table, Niall’s eyes reminded him of charcoal right after a match had ignited the surface.
“I would love to know what that feels like.”
Trevor smiled. “I’m not quite that easy. Matt and I spent several hours together before his lips ever touched mine. I think in the spirit of fairness, and so I don’t start thinking I’m a total slut, I need to know more than your name and that you’re a Mohegan in search of his destiny.”
Niall nodded. “Fair enough. Will you sit next to me?”
Trevor moved over to the bench, and when the side of his body came in contact with Niall’s, he had the urge to climb into the man’s lap. Niall wasn’t as large as Matt. He was a few inches shorter and leaner than Matt, but still rippling with muscles as evidenced by Niall’s sturdy neck and what was visible between the couple of open buttons of his shirt.
“There, that’s better. So what would you like to know?”
“How did you get the name Niall? That’s Irish, isn’t it?”
“It is. My name is in honor of my great-grandfather, who lived in Ireland.”
Niall spent the next several minutes explaining to Trevor how his family tree worked. At the end of the story, Trevor’s mind was spinning with all the connections, but he thought he had it figured out. It also made him glad that his own lineage was straightforward. Trevor looked up as Matt returned with their drinks. Matt’s smile at seeing Trevor and Niall sitting next to each other caused a resurgence of heat in his belly. Of course, that might have been because of the large swallow of whisky Trevor shot back. The alcohol went straight into his bloodstream since Trevor hadn’t had lunch that day, and a wonderful glow spread throughout his body.
“So you’re named after your great-grandfather. What else?”
“He’s an amazing photographer,” Matt volunteered.
“Photography? Really?”
Niall nodded. “I have a studio and gallery in Fort Point.”
He bounced in his seat. “You’re Roberge Photographics?”
“You’ve heard of me?”
“Are you kidding? I loved your pieces at the Boston Public Garden exhibit last year. I stood there for hours staring at your ‘Boston Reflections’ series, and the light you used in ‘Desert Angel’ was spellbinding.”
“Thank you.”
Trevor realized that in his excitement he’d leaned in closer to Niall. He felt the man’s breath on his skin. Trevor stared at Niall’s bottom lip. The skin was a darker rose than the rest of his skin. Trevor wanted to taste it. He tilted his head up a couple of inches and brushed his lips across Niall’s, a long, lingering sweep that enabled him to taste the softness of both Niall’s lips. The kiss Trevor had initially denied Niall became reality. Trevor’s lips tingled and his eyes fluttered closed. He placed his hand on Niall’s stomach as Niall’s arm snaked around his back and pulled Trevor closer. Lights danced behind Trevor’s eyes when Niall’s tongue traced the seam of his mouth. Trevor opened and greedily sucked the slick appendage into his body. Niall’s tongue swiped the inside of Trevor’s mouth. Trevor reciprocated, licking into every soft nook and cranny of his dark warrior. A deep sigh vibrated from Niall’s throat into Trevor’s mouth. They pulled back from one another and, as one turned to see Matt staring at them. His forest green eyes blazed from within, causing them to brighten.
Trevor finished the last of his drink. His head swam, and the room turned slightly hazy.
He tried to shake it off. “This was only my first, correct?”
“Yes. Do you not feel well?” Matt asked.
“I feel like I’m well underway to getting my drunk on, but I normally have a decent tolerance level.”
“When did you last eat?” Niall questioned.
“Oh, right. That explains it.” Trevor smiled. “I was a little nervous about coming here tonight, so I skipped lunch and…”
“And?” Niall waited.
“Well, I was trying to pick out what to wear, so I ran out of my apartment without breakfast in order to get to work on time,” Trevor finished sheepishly.
Matt shook his head. “What are we going to do with you? At least you remembered your coat this time,” he added, jokingly.
“Well, excuse me for being more worried about my friend’s mental state than some outer garment.”
“Don’t be mad, Trevor. I meant it only as a joke.”
