Steam (Homecoming Hearts #4)(73)

If he had met Ashby before now, there was every chance Trent would have missed this opportunity completely. He would have never known how happy he could be with another person. He clung to Ashby’s hip and knew he would put everything into this relationship. He never wanted to let this precious man go.

Ashby managed to bend over and steal a passionate kiss before his orgasm hit him. He wailed as his body shuddered, his cum painting thick stripes up Trent’s chest. Seeing him climax and the pure bliss drawn all over his face tipped Trent over the edge. He bucked, filling the condom deep within Ashby.

For several seconds they clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks of their lovemaking. But eventually Trent regained the use of his limbs enough to reach up and cup the side of Ashby’s face in his palm. Ashby smiled, still panting, and gently eased himself off Trent’s softening cock.

“All warmed up now,” he declared, flopping to Trent’s side by the fire. “Thank you very much.”

“Anytime,” Trent assured him. He turned to kiss him softly on the lips before removing the condom and discarding it on the wooden floor beyond the plush rug. Darkness was falling outside, so only the dancing flames illuminated Ashby’s face. It was enough for Trent to make out all his features, though.

Ashby linked their hands together. “Do you want me to, um…?” he said, glancing down at the mess he’d made over Trent’s chest.

Trent shook his head. “Not if you don’t want to,” he said. He knew his kink for eating his own cum was a bit feral. He was thrilled Ashby had been so into it. But Trent wasn’t so concerned about Ashby doing the same, especially if it wasn’t to his liking.

“Not really my cup of tea,” Ashby said, wrinkling his nose. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Trent said. “Maybe you could help me clean off in the shower in a bit?”

Ashby’s eyes lit up. “Ohh, now that I would be into.”

“Awesome,” Trent said, kissing his lips. “I was thinking,” he said, cuddling Ashby to his side. Ashby looked up from where his cheek was resting on Trent’s bulletproof tattoo.

“Oh?” he said.

Trent played with his blond hair for a second. “Well, uh,” he said. He was more nervous than he wanted to admit. But he had never asked anyone this before. “Seeing as you’re going to be here for a while, I thought. Well, we could go into town and get tested. If you like?” He hadn’t ever not used a condom in his life and was almost certain he wasn’t carrying anything. But even if Ashby thought he was fine too, it was sensible to be sure. Besides, there was something official about committing to getting tested together as a couple.

Thankfully, Ashby’s face lit up. “I’d love to,” he said. He nibbled on his lip. “So, about what you said…in the lobby.” Trent raised an eyebrow. “Are you…am I…can I be your boyfriend? Please?”

Trent laughed and leaned down to kiss Ashby’s forehead. “Sorry, I should have asked first. I got carried away.”

Ashby was flushed from the sex and the warmth of the fire, but Trent could have sworn in the dim light that he blushed even deeper. “I loved it,” he said quietly. “I – I love you.”

Something raw and wonderful unfurled in Trent’s chest. “Yeah?” Ashby nodded. Trent hugged him tighter and buried his face in his soft blond hair. “I love you too, gorgeous,” he said. Then he laughed. “How unlikely are we?”

But Ashby shook his head. “We feel inevitable,” he said.

“Really?” Trent said. “Even though I’m…well, I don’t know what I am.”

Ashby tapped his chest. “Actually, I was thinking about this. How do you feel about calling yourself questioning? It’s what a lot of baby gays call themselves when they’re not quite sure.”

Trent considered that. “No,” he said slowly. “There’s nothing I’m unsure of here. How about plain old queer? Do I have to be more specific, or will that do?”

To his relief, Ashby looked thrilled. “It’s good enough for this enby’s Venn diagram,” he said playfully.

Trent ran his fingers up and down Ashby’s arm. “While I’m working on saying what’s on my mind,” he said, aware that his communication skills weren’t always great, “I wanted to ask you about sex.”

“Oh, fabulous,” Ashby said. “Anything in particular?”

Trent nodded. “Obviously, I’m new to doing it with a dude. But, we don’t always have to do it that way round.” He bit his lip. “Just because you’re smaller, and fem.” He paused checking that was the right word. Ashby didn’t correct him, so he went on. “It doesn’t mean I feel like I should be the one doing the fucking every time. We can switch.”

Ashby blinked and looked at him for a few moments. “That’s one of the sweetest and most considerate things anyone’s ever said to me,” he said softly. He picked up Trent’s hand and kissed his fingers. “But I don’t like to do that,” he said. He swallowed and Trent worried he was upset. “It’s a dysphoria thing. I like my cock very much. But topping…it makes me feel disconnected with my body. I don’t…it jolts something in my brain. Sorry.”