Sin City Uniform 01 - All Fired Up (7 page)

After snacking on a couple of granola bars and rehydrating, they got their things ready. Trent pushed up from the rock and Shawn allowed himself to take in the glorious view of his rippling muscles as he stood. Letting his gaze travel up the length of Trent’s body, he stopped when he met Trent’s eyes.

Trent had a self-satisfied grin. “Soon.”

He held out his hand and Shawn took it, the brute strength in Trent’s grip remarkable as he yanked him up. Once he was on his feet, Trent grabbed his upper arm and twisted Shawn a little so that his backside was hidden from the view of the family nearby. Shawn startled when his ass was brushed quickly but forcefully.

“You had a lot of dirt.”

Trent gave his arm a squeeze then let go. How could such a small gesture make his heart so full? Why did every miniscule thing Trent did or said have him practically breathless? He was almost thirty-two years old and he felt like a kid falling in love for the first time.

Love? Oh nononononono.

“Here, have some more water. You’re still sweating quite a bit.”

As if water was going to solve the crush of emotions surging through him. He took the bottle Trent offered and drank several small swallows. He was certain that all that was occurring was a strong dose of lust and loneliness. The sense of being cherished and cared for was in there somewhere, but he chose to temporarily ignore it.

After screwing the top back on the water, he reached behind himself to put the bottle away in his pack, but Trent took it and did it for him. After Trent had zipped it up, he ghosted his hand across Shawn’s cheek then let it rest on his shoulder.

“Better?”

Shawn nodded shakily, not sure if he could trust his voice to come out as anything more than a squeak.

“Okay, but the temps are rising, so let me know if you need to stop.”

He thought about grousing that he wasn’t a child and could take care of himself, but found that he didn’t want to. There’d never been a time in his life where he’d wanted a man to be protective toward him, to care so damn much. But he wanted that with Trent.

The rest of their time at the park was filled with an easy companionship laced with an undercurrent of desire. Once it became too hot to explore on the rocks any more, Trent had led him to the Visitor’s Center. There was a lot of interesting info about the area and the rock formations as well as some great views to photograph. He’d even managed to sneak in a few shots of Trent when he wasn’t looking. It had been a great day. He’d loved everything about it—even Mojave Max.

* * * *

It wouldn’t help his nerves to dwell too much on things, on Shawn. It was especially perplexing as he wasn’t prone to nerves. However, there was something so intoxicating about the sweet cop that it had hooked him in and wouldn’t let him loose. He supposed that was the way of things. Not necessarily love—he was much too practical to believe that. But whenever he looked at Shawn he saw life. He saw a chance.

The truck radio was tuned to a local classic rock station that he’d been playing since they’d left the park. It wasn’t much of a drive back to town, but the heat could take it out of the heartiest of men. He glanced to the side and saw that Shawn’s head was lowered. Trent grinned to himself when Shawn jerked it back up in a vain attempt to stay awake.

Why is he so fucking cute?

Trent pulled into the driveway of his small home in Henderson just south of Vegas.

He’d only had the place for a year, but the quieter city had been a nice change from being so close to the madness of central Vegas.

“Shawn, we’re here.”

He straightened up with a start, giving his head a little shake. “God, sorry. You wanna come in?” Shawn stretched and looked around in confusion. “Wait. Where are we?”

Trent had to chuckle. “I kidnapped you. We’re at my place.”

“Oh, okay.” He still had a slightly puzzled expression.

“I promised you later, remember?”

Shawn turned to him with a wide smile. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Then let’s get you inside and cool you off before I heat you back up again.”

A delightful flush filled Shawn’s cheeks and Trent had the bizarre urge to scoop him up from the passenger side and carry him into the house. But given his most recent experience carrying Shawn, he thought it best that he save it for another time.

Yes. Another time.

They went through the requisite motions of carrying everything into the house, Trent watching as Shawn curiously eyed the interior of his place. It had been a big step for Trent to leave his old house behind—the one he’d shared with Paul. The change had been good and he was proud of his home.

“Do you want the cooler in the kitchen?”

Trent glanced up from the hall closet where he’d just placed his hiking boots.

“I can get that, Shawn.”

“Trent, seriously. I’m capable of carrying a cooler.”

He stopped in mid-gait. “Of course. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just don’t want you to have to go to any trouble. You’re my guest.”

Shaking his head, Shawn gave him a smirk. “Kitchen?”

Running a hand through his scruffy, sweat coated hair, Trent nodded. “Over here.”

He led Shawn through the open living room that boasted sliding glass doors looking out on a covered patio and small patch of lawn, a Jacuzzi tub at one side. They stepped into the small dining room, the long kitchen to the right. Shawn set the blue and white container on the sand colored tile of the counter.

He glanced around. “This is really nice. I like the deep greens, the dark woods.”

Shawn paused then faced him, too beautiful for Trent to believe he was real.

“Outdoor colors.” Shawn swallowed, his edginess clear.

Trent gazed at him, took in everything that was Shawn and thanked the universe that he stood before him, in his home. The magic that had been simmering between them all day bubbled to the surface. Trent held out his hand and Shawn stepped forward to silently take it.

With their fingers laced together, he guided Shawn down the hall past the dining area, into the master bedroom at the far end. As soon as they were inside the room, Trent turned, pulling Shawn to him. He grabbed the back of his head with one hand and his ass with the other. Plunging into his mouth, he took what he wanted. It wasn’t gentle like it had been back at the rocks, he wanted to claim Shawn, demand that he give him everything.

Shawn opened up, clutching at his shoulder blades. They both ground against one another, and the need that washed over Trent engulfed him. In between hungry kisses, they tilted their heads at varying angles, moving in then pulling away. It was a joyous battle as their tongues swept through one another’s mouth, Shawn surrendering himself to Trent’s passion. The urgency built, their breathing accelerating. Trent ran his hands possessively over Shawn‘s body, Shawn clinging to him. He broke their kiss but didn’t let go.

“Let’s take this to the shower.”

Gasping, Shawn nodded. “Good idea.”

He noted the startled look on Shawn’s face as he tugged at the hem of Shawn’s shirt while simultaneously unbuttoning the top of his shorts with one hand.

“Help me out.”

Shawn nodded again with a somewhat dazed expression and pulled the tee over his head as Trent yanked his shorts down. He wrapped his arms around Shawn’s thighs to keep him from tumbling over, manipulating him the way he needed him. Glad that Shawn had left his boots in the entryway, he was able to bring the dusty socks along for the ride as he removed the remainder of Shawn’s clothing. At last Shawn was naked.

The way he should always be in my home.

If he hadn’t already been sporting an erection of steel, the thought of Shawn’s constant nudity would have done it. He stood, noting the light blush across Shawn’s torso, in his face.

His chest rose and fell rapidly. But it was his hard rosy crowned cock that drew Trent’s gaze.

He was average length, but thick and gorgeous. Moisture leaked from the tip, even as it seemingly twitched of its own accord. Trent couldn’t keep his hands off.

Shawn drew in a sharp breath as soon as Trent encircled his stiff column of flesh. He licked the side of Shawn’s neck, tasting the salt of his dried sweat. As he softly stroked him, he wanted nothing more than to bend Shawn over the end of the bed and plunge into his sweet ass, but he would take his time. They still had the rest of the day and evening, it was early yet and he planned on savoring their first sexual experience together.

Letting go, he steadied Shawn then gave him a brief kiss. The urge he’d experienced in the truck came back. Before he could let his thoughts intrude, he gathered Shawn in his arms to carry him into the en suite bathroom. He’d expected resistance, but was pleasantly surprised when Shawn relaxed in his embrace. Once they were next to the shower stall that was separate from the sunken tub, he set him down.

“I promise to only do that when we’re alone.”

“Deal.”

He was relieved to see that Shawn didn’t appear miffed in any way. His dick certainly appeared happy enough.

Trent readied the water, but continuously stole peeks of Shawn’s stunning body. It looked even better than it had felt. Defined abs and hip lines, strong arms and legs proportioned wonderfully, a nice muscular butt—everything he’d dreamed Shawn would be. He returned his attention to the shower. Even though they’d been in the blistering heat all morning and part of the afternoon, he didn’t want to make it too cool. He had central air conditioning that kept his home at a comfortable temperature.

Trent extended his hand again and Shawn took it, but inclined his head in apparent confusion, no doubt wondering why Trent hadn’t undressed yet.

“Don’t you want to join me?”

“Of course I do. Step inside. I’ll be right back.”

Shawn did as he’d been told and Trent ducked quickly out of the bathroom and jogged down the hall. He’d been brash enough to purchase lube and condoms the night before, but hadn’t followed through with putting them in the nightstand. Once he’d brought the items home, he’d thought that maybe he was being too presumptuous. He’d clearly been mistaken.

They were still on the counter in the plastic bag from the pharmacy. Shawn had set the cooler right next to it and it had reminded Trent they were there. He grabbed what he needed and scurried back to the bedroom, tearing apart the cardboard container that imprisoned the lube as he went. Once he’d put everything away, he frantically yanked off his own clothing, anxious to be skin to skin with Shawn.

He entered the bathroom, light steam beginning to fill the area. Pulling the glass door open to the shower stall, he then stepped inside, immediately gathering a soapy Shawn to his body.

“Oh, Jesus.”

Shawn sounded breathless.

“Anything wrong?”

“Fuck no. You feel so good.”

Trent chuckled, leaning down to give Shawn a deep kiss. He clutched his hair on either side of his head, reveling in the scrape of Shawn’s afternoon stubble across his cheek, on his upper lip. The water surrounded them, soothing Trent, some of the suds from Shawn that hadn’t been washed away transferring to his skin. They slid against one another, using their hands to explore the planes of their bodies, stealing touches between their legs, their ass cheeks. Trent was in heaven.

He could tell how relaxed Shawn was. Although he wanted to believe it was all because he was so comfortable in his home and with him, he knew some of it had to be from the soothing warm water. Shawn had already been drowsy from the heat and Trent thought it might be good for them to take a nap—to build up some energy for what Trent hoped would be a marathon fucking session later on.

Breaking free from Shawn just enough so that he could remove the cake of soap from the shower caddy, he rubbed it between his hands. He was about to reach down to wash his cock and balls when Shawn grabbed his wrist.

“Let me.”

He didn’t believe in degrees of hardness, but Shawn was testing that belief. It was as if every drop of blood in his body had pooled in the one location in his shaft that was gloriously pressed against Shawn’s stomach.

Once Shawn had soaped up, he gave the bar back to Trent. Wedging one hand between their bodies to tend to Trent’s dick and sac, he used the other to slide in his crease. Trent moaned at the contact and the way Shawn’s fingers slipped across his flesh, the sensation of being thoroughly administered to so gratifying. From his taut nipples to between his toes, Shawn cleaned every part of him. He stood then tipped his head back before moving in to take Trent’s mouth in a greedy kiss. Trent grabbed Shawn’s hair and gently pulled his head back.

“I’m going to suck you to sleep.”

Shawn sputtered laughter. “You’re going to what?”

“Can you stay here tonight?”

Trent still held onto Shawn’s hair, kept him in place. Shawn’s pupils widened, his breath quickening.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Are you going to bottom for me?”

“Oh Jesus, yes, Trent.”

“Then let me suck you to sleep. That way we can be nice and rested so I can give you a good fuck later.”

He watched as a play of different emotions danced across Shawn’s face. He recognized the need, the desire—but there was something else. They stood that way for several seconds, completely silent, but never breaking their gaze. Finally, Trent moved in to take another kiss from Shawn then let him go.

They rinsed off, never far apart, always touching in one way or another. Trent reached behind Shawn to turn off the water, anxious to get them into his bed. Once they’d exited the shower and Trent had dried them both off, he was compelled to pick Shawn up again. He replaced the towels on the rack then faced Shawn, advancing toward him. Before he’d even had the chance to get in position to gather him in his arms, Shawn had grasped him around his neck. It no longer seemed to be an issue.

Once Trent held him, he nuzzled the top of his head, brushing his nose in the freshly cleaned damp waves. After lowering him onto the bed, Trent straddled him. Their heated erections were nestled against one another and Trent marveled that they’d been able to make it through the entire showering process without getting each other off, but he was enjoying the anticipation too much to rush it. He noted a slight tremble in Shawn’s body.