Page 12 of Stay A Little Longer
He made it halfway to the door before he heard Trent’s voice behind him, “Lance?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
Lance forced himself to keep moving instead of turning around. If he looked back he might not make it to the bathroom. Because there was that vulnerability back in Trent’s voice that made him want to do just that, to pull him close and tell him it was all going to be okay. Which was weird as hell because he’d never had an urge to take care of anyone other than his little sister before, certainly not another grown-ass man.
He retreated to the bathroom without responding. One glance in the mirror confirmed just how fucked he truly was. His pupils were still blown from the pleasure Trent had given him. He had beard burn on his neck and a hickey on his shoulder. His lips were red and swollen and his hair was a mess. But it was the way his heart thumped at the sight, loving that Trent had marked him somehow that truly messed with his head.
He gave it a shake, trying to dismiss the thoughts. Stupid. Even if he stayed the night Trent wasn’t staying. And even if he was, Lance was so far in the closet he wouldn’t have a clue how to start climbing out.
Jesus… he flipped the tap and splashed cold water on his face and then wiped himself down. Listen to him. Thinking about climbing out of the closet he’d all but barred and padlocked shut just because he’d gotten off with his celebrity crush once. He snorted at his own stupidity. Hell, if he’d let Trent fuck him he might just have proposed like the idiot he clearly was.
He turned the water off after wetting a rag and pushing those thoughts out of his exhausted and sleep-deprived head, then returned to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway as warmth flooded his chest, those thoughts returning far too easily. All it took was one look at Trent, asleep in his bed, snoring softly.
He admired the other man for a long moment since he couldn’t get caught. Gorgeous didn’t begin to cover it. He was everything Lance had always dreamed about. Perfection. Getting to have him for one night, even just this one night, was a gift.
Lance moved to the bed and gently stroked the warm, wet rag over Trent’s chest. The other man groaned and his lashes fluttered. Lance bit his lip and tried not to fondle him in his sleep. Getting him off was one thing but groping him while he was unconscious was another thing entirely.
“Mmm.” Trent rolled his hips into the touch, “Feels good.”
“Just cleaning you up. Go back to sleep.”
“Gonna make me hard again, babe.” Trent twitched beneath his ministrations.
Lance bit his lip to hide a smile even though the other man still hadn’t opened his eyes, “Babe?”
“Mmhmm. Come back to bed.”
“Go back to sleep.” He grinned as he finished swiping the rag over Trent and tossed it aside as he stood.
“Wanna cuddle.”
He chuckled, “You’re just drunk on orgasms, you know that right?”
“Mmhmm. Drunk on you.” Trent reached for him blindly and Lance sidestepped with a chuckle, “Come back to bed, babe.”
“Gotta get the lights.” He retreated to flip the switch off, pitching the room back into darkness and then he breathed in a deep breath before returning to his bed.
As soon as he was horizontal with the covers pulled over them, Trent reached for him. He all but dragged Lance across the bed until he could settle him against his side. Just the way Lance had wanted to snuggle against him earlier. He thought about pulling away but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. It was one night. He might as well enjoy all the perks of having Trent Thorne in his bed.
He threw his leg over one of Trent’s and draped an arm over his chest. He cuddled in close, using him as a pillow. As they settled, Trent hummed happily and Lance couldn’t help but smile again. Who would have ever known Trent Thorne was a cuddler? Or a dominant top for that matter? Certainly not Lance.
“You’re not gonna be gone when I wake up are you?” He asked softly in the dark.
Trent’s arms tightened around him before he fell back into a soft snore. It was all the answer he was going to get but it was all the answer he needed. Lance let himself fall into the warmth and comfort of sleeping with another person. It had been so long, so very long since he opened himself up enough to sleep with someone.
But it felt easy, familiar and right to fall asleep in Trent’s arms and damn if he could resist enjoying the feeling while it lasted.
