Steam (Homecoming Hearts #4)(59)

The truth was he knew Trent was shit at talking. It seemed logical to Ashby that he’d be able to communicate his feelings better to Ashby by touch. Also, Ashby was turned on to all hell and only had so much self-discipline.

“We can talk afterwards?” he suggested.

Trent leaned in and nuzzled his nose against Ashby’s. Ashby’s heart was going to beat right out of his chest. Blood was thumping in his ears. He hadn’t honestly let himself believe for the past twenty-four hours that he was ever going to get another chance at this.

“Talk later,” Trent murmured before his lips met Ashby’s.

The hunger from their first night together was a distant memory, as was the playfulness of their brief morning tryst. Every kiss now was filled with tenderness. They undressed slowly, stopping after every garment to touch and caress and kiss. While they were still in their underwear, Trent encouraged Ashby to stand for a moment so he could pull the bedsheets back and snuggle them both under side-by-side.

When they finally lost their boxers, all Ashby could feel was Trent’s hot skin covering every inch of his body. His breath was cool and his mouth tasted minty where he’d obviously brushed his teeth before coming over. It was a small but thoughtful act that made Ashby smile.

“What?” Trent asked as their bodies rubbed together. He already had his hand around both their cocks, creating delicious pressure as they slid together, lubricated with precum. He definitely wasn’t holding back when it came to acknowledging he was in bed with a guy again.

Ashby smiled wider and kissed his cheek, loving the way his stubble scratched against his jaw. “I’m just so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Trent said.

Ashby shimmied his hips. “Get on top of me,” he suggested.

He wanted to feel Trent’s weight pressing down on him. Trent complied, lying lengthways over him, grinning as he took their cocks back in hand. Good. As sweet as this was, Ashby wanted them to bloody well have fun while they were shagging. If they were going to have a go at being together, he didn’t want it to start all weepy.

He gripped the back of Trent’s head and the side of his throat. “I want you to make me come like you did last time,” he rasped, then bit his lip and fluttered his eyelashes. “Make me forget my own name.”

Trent leaned down and also gave Ashby’s lip a nip, running the flesh slowly between his teeth. “No problem.”

Before Ashby could do anything else, Trent disappeared below the sheets, kissing his way down Ashby’s stomach. He’d started doing that the morning after the wedding, but then he’d come back up again and jerked Ashby off instead. This time, he kept going.

His minty breath was hot and tingly against the fleshy part of Ashby’s tummy as he trailed his mouth down toward his cock. Ashby groaned as Trent dug his fingers into his arse cheek with one hand and gripped the base of his prick with the other. He wasted no time wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking firmly, his teeth sheathed as if he’d done this dozens of times before.

“Trent,” Ashby moaned as he tried not to writhe and thrust too much. “Holy fuck, yes. Like that.”

He thought Trent would just suck him for a few seconds like he had last time, then come back up so they could frot. But he got stuck in, bobbing his head up and down, working Ashby’s cock with his tongue and lips. His hand left Ashby’s arse and began massaging his balls and stroking his taint.

“Fuck, shit,” Ashby garbled. “Trent, I’m going to come if you keep that up. No, I’m serious, ngh!” Trent didn’t let up. In fact, he increased his pace, working harder and sending Ashby crazy. “Trent, I’m not kidding, oh my god.”

Ashby was spurting his load down Trent’s throat hard and fast. His body was a quivering wreck as his orgasm rippled through him, lifting him high and snatching his breath away.

He covered his face with his hands. “Oh no,” he moaned shakily. “I tried to warn you. I’m so sorry.”

He felt Trent crawl up his body. Then strong hands were prying his fingers away from his eyes. Ashby blinked and saw Trent grinning. “I wanted to,” he said, his voice husky from Ashby’s cock working its way down his throat. Ashby blushed but couldn’t help but be delighted as Trent kissed him. Ashby tasted his own intimate flavor.

“I can,” Ashby said vaguely, gesturing down to Trent’s hardon. He absolutely wanted to return the favor, but he was exhausted.

Luckily, Trent just grinned at him some more. “Can I come on you?” he asked, already taking himself in hand and stroking leisurely.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Ashby said, nodding. He normally hated guys trying to mark him. It made him feel like a dirty beast, nothing but a bit of property. But he wanted Trent to claim him.

Trent bent down and kissed him as he began jerking off. Ashby moaned and kissed down his throat, running his hands up and down his chest and arms as Trent gnashed his teeth, obviously close. “You’re so beautiful,” Trent murmured, gasping. “Ashby!”

He shuddered as he found his release, hot, thick cum shooting up Ashby’s chest. Some even hit his chin and hair. Ashby couldn’t help but giggle as Trent groaned and took several breaths as his climax passed.

“Feel better?” Ashby asked.

Trent smiled sleepily and leaned down to kiss the cum from Ashby’s face. Then he slowly kissed down his neck and chest, lapping up his own mess from Ashby’s body.