Page 39 of Stay A Little Longer
“No. I mean it. You’re mine, Lance. I’m gonna be a possessive bastard and I’m not gonna let you go.”
“I…”
“I’m not done.” He cut him off, “I’m gonna force you to be honest with me and with yourself. I’m gonna insist that we deal with the hard shit together. I won’t out you. I swear I won’t force you to come out of the closet, not until you’re ready, but you’ve got to work with me too. You’ve got to tell me here and now that you’re willing to try and make this work. If that’s not what you want…”
“That’s what I want.” Lance cut him off this time with a sound that Trent could only call surrender, “You’re what I want. You and me. We’ll figure it out. Just… please, Trent. Please…”
Trent kissed him with more passion than he’d even known existed inside him. Thank God. His heart was pounding in his chest. Thank God Lance wanted the same thing. Because he’d had no idea what he was going to say if he’d argued.
Would he have said that he wouldn’t fuck him? That he’d leave? That he’d go away and leave him alone? Never come back? He didn’t know. But he did know each and every one of those things would have been a lie if he had said them.
Because there wasn’t any walking away from this man. Not now that he’d had a taste of him. He wanted more. Wanted all of him. All his secrets and desires, all his wants and needs, all of his heart and his soul. He wanted Lance.
They kissed desperately, tongues and teeth, bodies grinding again. Lance wasn’t asleep anymore. He was a full participant, all heat and strength and energy beneath him. He ran his hands over Trent, every inch he could touch, leaving goosebumps of desire in his wake. And when he slid his hands down, cupping Trent’s ass and pulling him down as he spread his legs, making room for him, Trent groaned at the feel of their hard cocks colliding.
“Fuck me, Trent. Now. Please.” Lance panted and Trent growled.
“I like it when you say please. Like it a lot.”
“Good. Thenpleasegrab the lube out of the drawer andfuckme already.”
He nipped at Lance’s neck, “Mmm, one more.”
Lance growled and with shocking speed slid a hand down and fisted Trent’s cock, making him buck and cry out, “Please, you bossy fucker.”
Trent had no comeback for that. Shit. His balls felt like they were on the verge of exploding already. How was he this close when they hadn’t even gotten started? Only with Lance. He bit him again for being a smartass, enjoying the way it made Lance’s breath hitch, before he rolled off of him to stand and open the nightstand.
All the air left his lungs in a rush and he knew his face must have said it all when he glanced back and Lance’s cheeks colored pink. Embarrassment? God, his man was so fucking adorable.
“Damn, you’ve got quite the collection.” He rifled through the drawer full of dildos, prostate massagers and fleshlights, “We’re gonna play with these sometime soon. You know that right?”
Lance swallowed audibly, “We are?”
“Mhmm. I’m gonna watch you fuck yourself with this while you suck me off.” He picked up one of the toys, twirled it slightly and then returned it to the drawer, “I’m gonna get you so worked up you’ll beg me to let you come and that’s when I’ll give you my dick. Hard. Make you scream my name until your throat is raw.”
He licked his own lips at the imagery. As if it wasn’t enough having Lance laid out half-naked for him. All those muscles and beautiful features on display. Lance had slid his hand down inside his boxers and was stroking himself as Trent spoke.
“Off.” He commanded.
Lance didn’t hesitate, he pushed his boxers down with his free hand, his other staying on his dick. Pumping up and down slowly, rhythmically, his wrist twisted each time he met the underside of his plump, purple head.
“You too.” Lance moaned and his hips arched up into the motion, “I want to see you.”
“You’re bossy for a bottom, you know that?” Trent grinned when Lance flipped him off with his free hand before sliding his own briefs down to the floor, “Better?”
Lance moaned in response and Trent’s cock twitched. Beads of precome swelled at the head and he stopped playing around. He was too damn close and from the look of it so was Lance. He didn’t want to come until he was as deep inside Lance’s body as he could get so he grabbed a bottle of lube, flipped the cap and squirted the slick liquid into his hand.
“Condom?” His voice was barely human.
“No.” Lance opened his eyes, which had fallen shut as he stroked himself and met Trent’s eyes, “No.”
Trent’s heart did that jumping thing again and he swallowed hard, “Baby, it’ll be…”
“No. No condom. Nothing between us. You said I’m yours? Then you’re mine and I want what’s mine. I want to feel you. I told you I’ve been tested and there’s been no one since but the papers in the drawer if you want to see it for yourself.” Lance’s lips quivered slightly, “I want you, Trent. Please. I need it. Need you. Just you.”
As if he could say no to that? As if he wanted to? Trent’s heart tore wide open. Nobody else. Not now. Not ever again. Just him. Just Lance. Nothing between them.
“Fuck.” He had to grip the base of his dick and squeeze at the rush of pleasure that thought gave him, “Lance, I’ve never… not without a condom… I… I don’t know how long I’ll last and I want to make it good for you.”
