Page 46 of What We May Be

All the breath, all the fight, rushed out of Sean and he melted into Trevor. His arms circled Trevor and his hands scorched a path up Trevor’s back. “Fuck,” Sean mumbled into his shoulder. “How do you always do that? Know exactly where my head’s at.”

Trevor had a good idea where it was now too. “If Saul’s dying, that means you have to take over. Marie never wanted to. That’s why you’re back in the States?” Sean nodded, and Trevor could only laugh at fate turning the screws. Again. “Right when Charlie and I are finally ready to leave. Fucking timing.” He drew back enough to see Sean’s face, and when he noticed the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, he gently cupped his cheeks, thumbs wiping away the moisture that escaped, savoring the familiar weight in his hands and the rough scrape of stubble under his palms. “KC? Is that where you need to be?” That’s where Sean was originally from, where Paxton Industries was based, last he’d checked.

“No.”

“Where then?”

“DC.”

Trevor froze. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Saul’s doctors are there. Better politics too.” He swallowed hard and forced out an “I’m sorry.”

He angled his face, trying to look away, but Trevor held firm, fingers tightening around his skull. “Stop fucking apologizing. Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because you’re supposed to be moving on. I didn’t want to stand in the way of whatever that looked like.”

“Oh, baby.” He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Sean’s. “That plan got fucked the minute you showed up after the funeral.” Out of balls, the pitching machine died, quiet descended, and Sean’s rapid breaths were all Trevor could hear.

All he wanted to taste.

It would burn. Giving in to whatever this might be. Whether it was a good burn or a bad one, Trevor couldn’t predict, but Sean was a fire he’d never been able to look away from. He slid his hands into Sean’s hair, drawing him closer.

Rough lips ghosted across his. “Trev.”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Fucking kiss me.”

The spark caught fire, and he crashed his mouth against Sean’s, tongue diving between those rough lips and sweeping inside, tasting everything he couldn’t get out of his mind the past month. The past ten years. Coffee and Sean and hunger. Sean’s lust rivaled his own, his mouth greedy and his hands clutching at the back of Trevor’s shirt. A groan rumbled from Sean’s chest that vibrated against Trevor and sent an arrow of need straight to his dick. He needed to feel more of Sean, starting with his cock. He shuffled them back against the fence and thrust a thigh between Sean’s legs, rubbing against Sean’s erection. As hard as his own.

Sean rolled his hips and tore his mouth away on another groan. “Fuck, you feel good.” He thrust again. “More… Fuck.”

Trevor countered, but Sean’s words had shaken loose Trevor’s favorite memory from a month ago. Charlie writhing between them, begging for more. And on the heels of that one, a less pleasant memory from a decade ago. Charlie curled in the bed beside him, frustrated because there was more she—they—needed. Same as he and Charlie hadn’t been able to get Sean out of their heads then, she was in Trevor’s now, and as much as he wanted Sean, as much as he wanted to drop to his knees and take Sean’s cock into his mouth, he also wanted to look up from that position and see Charlie’s lust-darkened eyes watching from over Sean’s shoulder, wanted to hear her voice directing him and Sean how to make it good for all of them.

He tore his mouth away, panting. “We need—”

“Charlie,” Sean finished on a pant. Seemed she was on Sean’s mind too. “I know.”

“Does she know? About DC?”

He nodded, then skimmed his lips over Trevor’s jaw, little nips and licks that kept him on edge. “I told her this evening.”

“Good.” He sighed and held Sean close, enjoying the gentle attention as his breaths slowed. “We’ll talk. You need to tell us everything, including why you didn’t come back.”

Sean skated his hands around Trevor’s sides and to his front, resting over his chest. “That’s also a conversation we need to have with Charlie.”

Trevor sensed it would be an unpleasant one, but if it got them to the pleasant part, to a place where maybe this would work, they owed it to themselves to try. The stars had aligned in their favor for once, and the romantic in him couldn’t look away.

He covered Sean’s hands with his and leaned forward to press his lips to Sean’s forehead. “We’ll talk about it. We’ll make it work. We have to.”

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“What are you doing down here?”

Trevor turned his head and squinted Charlie’s direction. “Migraine.”

“Lack of sleep and too much caffeine?”

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