Page 20 of Simply Perfection
Niall adjusted their position so Trevor’s cock rubbed against Niall’s stomach with each push. The smaller man was nearly bent in half, but if the look on his face and the soft litany of “fuck me” and “yes” and “harder” coming from Trevor’s mouth was anything to judge by, then Trevor was in heaven. Niall was so in tune with his lovers. Each body movement, each moan and whimper and cry, wrapped their spirits around one another. Trevor’s eyes flashed open, and Niall had a direct line to Trevor’s soul. He glimpsed his and Matt’s reflections in the blue-tinted mirrors. Their bodies moved together, Matt’s large and fierce behind him.
Trevor came with a wail, ass milking Niall’s cock.
Niall came with a cry worthy of his warrior ancestors.
Matt fucked him through his orgasm then, as soon as Niall’s body sagged, Matt pulled out. Niall vaguely heard the snap of a condom being ripped off and the tearing of a second foil pack. His body fell to the side of the bed.
Matt used the tube of lube to slick up the new condom. He shifted Trevor onto his side, facing Niall. Matt straddled one of Trevor’s legs and bent the other up on the mattress. The man’s fucked-lax body moved fluidly. Niall moved in, separated Trevor’s ass cheeks and Matt got his first view of Trevor’s stretched hole. Slightly puffy and red from the ride Niall had already given Trevor, it was the most erotic sight Matt had ever seen. Matt slid inside with ease, greeted by twin moans as Trevor’s body welcomed him and Niall watched every inch of Matt’s cock sink inside their lover. He knew Trevor had to be sensitive, having already come, but Matt could go slow. He just needed a taste.
“See, Trevor? See how deep he gets? It’s amazing isn’t it?”
Trevor nodded, and his hand flailed for a few seconds until he found Niall’s. The two threaded their fingers together as Matt plunged. Trevor’s ass gripped him so tightly despite already having been had by Niall. This was no sloppy seconds. Trevor’s body recognized Matt’s breach for what it was—a claiming. Thehot, plush channel gave no quarter as Matt conquered it with every stroke. The two men now belonged to him.
Trevor’s cock was well on its way to full hardness despite his recent orgasm. Matt’s pace increased; his body demanding he let go of all restraint. He was fucking deep, driving into Trevor with every stroke. Trevor moved a hand down to pull at his cock, but Niall slapped it away. Their dark-haired lover swooped down and sucked Trevor’s cock into his throat.
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, oh—” Trevor chanted.
Matt watched Niall’s throat move with each suck on Trevor’s cock. Trevor’s hands pulled Niall’s hips closer to his face and returned the favor. Matt’s rhythm faltered as he watched his lovers pleasuring each other. The quiet, self-contained man Trevor had normally seemed evaporated during sex. Once Trevor got going, their sweet blond had the language of a roughneck sailor. Matt thought it was kinda cute. Especially since all the words came out in a whisper as if Trevor was afraid to say them, but couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Matt’s balls churned, the base of his spine was on fire and his lungs billowed with every heaving breath. His cock was a column of stone as it slammed into Trevor over and over again. It seemed as though they set off a chain reaction. He didn’t know who came first, but strangled sounds came from both men’s chests, and Trevor’s ass locked down on his cock.
Matt couldn’t hold on a second longer. He pulled out, stripped the condom from his cock and took himself into his right hand, groaning. Faster. His strokes were well-practiced, hard and demanding. Matt leaned forward, placing his left hand beside Niall’s head, the support absolutely necessary, and he came closer.Now. That supreme moment of absolute pleasure and perfect tension—every thought centered within his body, relishing the sensations of being lost as his release consumed him.
The physical relief of such a powerful climax caused him to finally scream out, “Yes!”
Matt stroked his cock until the last spasm left his body weak and trembling. When he opened his eyes, he saw white streams covering Niall and Trevor’s bodies. The two men had huge smiles on their faces. Matt collapsed onto them, and they all shared sloppy kisses. By the end they were all sticky and completed sated.
After a quick rinse in Niall’s massive walk-in shower, the three of them fell back into bed—Niall and Matt taking the outside, so they snuggled Trevor between them, sure to keep him warm as they’d promised. As Matt’s brain shut down for the night, he said a prayer of thanks to God andMantoand whatever higher power existed in the universe.
Chapter Six
Trevor’s brain drifted toward consciousness. His first thoughts were those of warmth and security. He snuggled down in the fluffy pillow beneath his head, and rubbed his stomach. His naked stomach? Wait a minute, where were his sleep clothes? And if he was naked, why was he so blissfully warm? Had the baseboard heater gone haywire? His bedroom was never warm upon waking.
Trevor’s arms snaked out of the blankets to do his normal morning full body stretch when his right hand encountered a large object blocking the way, then his left landed on another firm obstacle.Huh?As he slowly tightened each muscle from his toes to his head, he encountered a delicious ache halfway up his body. In the next instant, Trevor’s brain snapped into focus. Niall, Matt, sex. Good sex. Rock his world sex.
His eyes flew open and as soon as they focused on his surroundings, he saw a large chandelier in the center of the room. Trevor tilted his head to get a better view. Some kind ofintersecting glass panes composed it and gave the appearance of marble or maybe alabaster. Whatever it was, it certainly did not belong in his apartment. Trevor turned his head to the right and found Matt’s broad back. Turning his head to the left, he smiled when he came face to face with Niall. Niall’s long hair was a riot of dark lengths, covering his face. Trevor eased the curtain to reveal Niall’s features. The man scrunched up his nose, but slept on peacefully.
Trevor would have loved to languish the day away in bed, but Mother Nature called rather insistently. He crept out of the blankets, trying not to disturb Matt and Niall’s covers, then crawled off the end of the bed. Fortunately, it was a platform style without a footboard; otherwise he'd have a complicated ejection.
Trevor crossed the room to Niall’s en suite bathroom, where he was struck once again by the unique combination of casual luxury. The showpiece was the walk-in shower they’d shared the night before. Glass walls enclosed three sides, and the large space had comfortably held the three of them. Trevor had experienced nothing like the ridiculous number of jets sprouting from the wall and ceiling raining down on him before. He made his way over to the closed-off toilet. After completing his morning ritual, he glanced around some more, hoping to get a better understanding of Niall from the personal space. Large square sandstone tiles covered the room. In addition to the shower, there was a soaking tub. He could picture Niall floating in the soothing water at the end of a long day, steam from the water glistening on his skin, his hair slicked back to expose the chiseled cheekbones and powerful neck. Heated towel racks suggested the man probably enjoyed a bit of pampering.
Trevor looked around and noticed some key absent items. His toothbrush and toothpaste cluttered his bathroom vanity. Usually you could find he hadn’t put away his razor or shavingcream, maybe even left out his bottle of aftershave. However, Niall’s countertops were completely bare. So that meant that either Niall was a neat freak or he didn’t actually use this space much, which would be a shame because Trevor would kill to have a bathroom like this. He spread his arms out and turned in a circle in the space. A soft laugh escaped when Trevor realized that Niall’s bathroom was bigger than his living room. He shook his head as he left.
When Trevor stepped into the bedroom, he stopped at the sight before him. While he had been gone, Matt and Niall had reached out and were now holding hands in the center of the bed as they slept. Trevor smiled and gathered his clothes as quietly as possible. His sweater was on one side of the room; his briefs and slacks were on another. Now where did his shoes and socks go?Ah there!The toe of one shoe stuck out from beneath the edge of the floating platform, and the other had somehow ended up over by the wardrobe cabinet. Socks. Where were his socks? Trevor was just about to give up when his right foot threatened to slide out from underneath him on the wood floor. He looked down to find both missing socks. He snagged them up and, with a last glance over his shoulder at the bed, left the room.
Trevor made his way down the hall toward the living room. He passed the sealed door of Niall’s darkroom, and the two spare rooms—joined by a shared bathroom—Niall had shown them, which served as a guestroom and Niall’s office. One final guest bath stood at the hall's end closest to the living room. Trevor stepped into this bath to get dressed, then tried to tame his hair somewhat. The quick towel dry of his hair the night before had led to this morning’s rat’s nest.
Once dressed, Trevor pulled up the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority app on his phone and looked at the subway routes. A quick twenty-minute walk and he could catchthe red line at the Broadway station and make his way south back to his neighborhood.Score!
Trevor thought about leaving some kind of note. The whole reason he was leaving was that he hated awkward mornings after. Leaving proved easier than waking up next to someone and watching the prior magic disappear. If Matt and Niall wanted to see him again, they had his contact information. Nothing said that Trevor couldn’t make the call either. He was no simpering maiden who waited for his Prince Charming—or Charmings in this case—to rescue him from the tower.
Trevor hesitated as he went to open the front door, because if he was honest with himself, last night was more than a casual hook-up. Those two men had made him feel more in a few hours than he’d felt with any other bedmate. Trevor didn’t want either of them to think he didn’t appreciate the evening or that he didn’t care. This was no walk of shame; it was self-preservation.
Decision made, he looked around for a piece of paper and a pen. Leaning against the countertop, Trevor scratched out a few lines, then looked around for a good spot to put the missive. The front door? A little too kiss-off for his taste. The kitchen table? Nah, what single guy actually sits at the table? The fridge cabinet? Well, food and sex were always the first two things on his mind. He obviously would not tape the note to Matt or Niall’s cock, so the fridge would have to do. The wooden cabinet wouldn’t support a magnet, so Trevor opened the door slightly and suck the note in. He slammed the door and waited to see if the note would fall, but apparently the seal on Niall’s high-end appliances was better than Trevor’s dorm variety at home. Satisfied, Trevor once again headed for the front door and slipped out.
The elevator arrived almost instantly after Trevor pushed the button. When the doors opened on the ground floor, Trevor headed toward the exit.
“Have a good day, Mr. Mitchell.”
