The Current Between Us (20 page)

“
I can’t take much more… it feels too good…” Trent said, and Gage picked up the pace, sucking him harder and deeper, moving in quick aggressive strokes. He moved his free hand to Trent’s ass, holding him in place. He massaged Trent’s ass, slipping between his cheeks, fingering the tight rim until he slid one finger slowly inside, all the while keeping up the sucking caress on Trent’s cock.

“
It’s been too long, I’m coming…” Trent pleaded and tried to push back to free himself, but Gage held tight, sucking him hard. He wanted to taste this man. Trent’s balls tightened and he bucked his hips, fucking Gage’s mouth. Gage could only hold the pace as Trent took over completely. Within seconds the orgasm came, spilling out and down his throat in wave after wave of hot release. Gage stuck with it all the way through, milking Trent, making sure he got the last drop before releasing him.

While still on his knees, Gage took the moment to free Trent of his shoes and help him step out of his slacks. Gage rose, climbing up Trent
’s body, keeping a tight hold of the man. Dazed was a good look on Trent, one Gage wanted there on a very regular basis. Trent rolled his head back between his shoulders, letting out a long pent up breath. Gage held on tight, feeling like if he let go, Trent’s knees might actually give out.

“
You were made to be in my mouth,” Gage said, whispering in Trent’s ear, running his nose along Trent’s neck, into his hair. He breathed Trent in, relishing the taste of this man still on his tongue as he gave Trent the time he needed to recover for their second round. And no question about it, there would be a second round.

“
Mmm,” Trent murmured. It was all he got back as Trent straightened his head and opened his eyes, giving Gage a dazed expression and a small smile before he lowered his head, resting his forehead on Gage’s shoulder, and whispered quietly, “Really good at that, thank you.”

Gage reached between their bodies, pushing Trent
’s suit jacket off his shoulders. He never let go of Trent, but tossed the jacket in the direction of a living room chair a few feet away. He began to unbutton Trent’s dress shirt with one hand from the bottom up. When Gage worked his way up to the top button, he reached both his hands up to Trent’s face, gripping the sides of his head and brought Trent’s face up, their eyes locking.

“
You’re built. I knew I saw a six pack under those work clothes you wear… I’m not finished with you, yet. Not by a long shot,” Gage said, crushing their lips together, thrusting his tongue deep into Trent’s mouth. Trent met him stroke for stroke as he began to pull Trent through his house to his bedroom. The only thing Trent still wore was his dress shirt and he made sure to discard it along the way.

The kiss never broke. Gage lost track of his way, stumbling into a random chair or wall, but they finally tumbled into the master bedroom. Trent made clumsy work of freeing Gage
’s belt and shirt, pushing the shirt down his shoulders, but forgetting to release the cuff links at his wrist. Gage didn’t make it easy for Trent, refusing to remove his tongue from his mouth. On a frustrated sigh, Trent broke from the kiss, but Gage took advantage of the opportunity, pushing the male back onto his bed.

The drapes along the back wall were open, allowing the moonlight to stream in from the floor to ceiling windows covering the length of the bedroom. Gage
’s only concern focused on the man lying on his bed. Trent naked was a glorious thing. His long, muscular, hard, maybe a little brawny body appealed to everything inside Gage. Trent was perfect in every way, and Gage watched as he grew hard again, recovering quickly, exactly the way Gage wanted him. He watched the cock coming alive under his inspection, and smiled in what he thought of as his most wicked grin.

“
You’re gorgeous, Trent. You look very good lying on my bed,” Trent pushed himself up farther on the mattress until he reached the pillows and hooked an arm behind his head to watch Gage undress. Trent’s eyes stayed on him while he pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. His underwear followed, allowing his rigid length to spring free with beads of moisture already forming in anticipation of the naked man lying on his bed.

“
Which way do you prefer? I’ll go either way,” Gage asked, moving to the bed, but not yet climbing on. Instead, he stood at the end, looking down at Trent while removing his cufflinks.

“
I’ll go either way, too,” Trent said, and his dick jerked as he said the words.

“
I want to see you better, Trent. The moonlight isn’t enough. You’re sexy as hell and you’ve tantalized me all week…” Gage walked around the bed to the nightstand and pressed the switch, bringing the lamp to a soft glow. He carelessly tossed the cufflinks on the bedside table.

“
But what do you prefer? Tonight’s about you,” Gage said. He finally tore his eyes from Trent’s body, reaching a hand inside the nightstand drawer to draw out a small bottle of oil along with several packets of condoms.

“
I prefer to bottom,” Trent said in a deeply husky voice. Trent pushed himself to the center of the bed. “But I’ll go either way, if it’s your preferred way.”

“
It’s been awhile?” Gage asked, letting his shirt slide off his body and drop to the floor, before crawling in beside Trent on the bed. A blush actually came to Trent’s face at the question and he turned his head away as though formulating an answer. No matter how much Gage loved the blush, no way would he have any of this turning away business! Gage wanted Trent’s eyes on his all night long. He hooked a finger under Trent’s chin, bringing his face up to meet his. “Look at me, handsome, my eyes are up here… that’s it, now, Trent, I want you so badly, but I want this right. We need to get you ready. I want nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, but I don’t want to hurt you. We need to take the time to get you ready.”

On those words, Gage flipped the lid to the bottle of oil, coated his fingers, and clicked the lid closed with his thumb. He absently tossed the bottle aside, keeping it in reach, before leaning down and capturing Trent
’s lips again. His tongue dove in, while his hand dropped low to gently massage Trent’s rim and ass. He was tight, but Gage knew that already from fingering him before. Gage deepened the kiss, glad he took the time for the blow job; it would help in relaxing Trent.

The kiss continued, along with the massage he gave, and Trent reached up, snaking his fingers back in Gage
’s hair. Then he wrapped Gage in his arms, with one strong arm pressing their bodies together, mingling their cocks against one another. The entire time, Gage worked Trent, inserting one finger, then two, stretching and massaging him until his hips began to roll with the movement of Gage’s hand. The kiss deepened with the sexy sounds of encouragement. Gage realized in a shocking moment, sex did seem to mean more when there were feelings involved, and Gage’s emotions were most definitely involved. The connection between them was undeniable. He craved this to the depths of his soul. Gage wanted it to be right and perfect for Trent; therefore, he refused to rush, no matter what his cock might want at this moment.

Trent urged and begged him on, too, reaching low to grip Gage
’s dick. His hands were magic and just what Gage needed. Each touch landed straight in his heart escalating the emotions he couldn’t define. Trent began to stroke him in earnest, moving up and down with just the right amount of pressure until Gage thought he’d explode, but he held fast, determined to take his time. He reached for the bottle of lubricate again, quickly snapped it open, and poured a few more drops directly on Trent’s ass as he added his third finger.

Trent bent his legs and tugged, pulling Gage on top of his body, locking him between his knees. He begged Gage to take this further, but Gage kept his hand between their bodies massaging him, hitting all the right spots over and over. Trent had already completely recovered from his first orgasm of the night, but another threatened to undo him again quickly.

“Now… I need you now…” Trent pleaded.

“
I want it to be good for you,” Gage said, panting. His own cock begged him to move this along, but he held off, working Trent the entire time.

“
Please, baby, I’m ready… I’m so, so ready…” Trent said, stroking Gage, while pushing him down by the cock, positioning him between his legs. “Now, please, I can’t wait!”

Gage took over. He grabbed the oil again, drizzling several drops directly onto his cock as he positioned himself. He slid his hand through the lube, coating his dick while rubbing his broad head around Trent
’s wet, relaxed rim. Beads of moisture pulsed out in small bursts with each swipe he made. His breath caught in his throat, he was beyond ready for this moment. He slowly began to push forward. Gage closed his eyes as he eased the head inside the tight ring of muscle. The sensations took his breath away—Wait! He wasn’t wearing a condom. How could he have forgotten?
Shit! Goddammit!
Gage jerked his eyes open and up to Trent’s who looked back at him with such a look of anticipation it floored him. He lurched forward on the bed, but Trent grabbed at him, getting in his way, wanting to hold him in place.

“
Condom! I need a condom!” Gage struggled free of Trent’s hold, reaching far across the bed to the nightstand, fumbling with the packets. Several fell to the floor, but he managed to get one in his hand, lifting it as if he’d grabbed the million dollar prize at the bottom of the pile. Trent helped him position himself back between Trent’s knees in a matter of seconds. His overwhelming need to be in this man caused him to be clumsy, and he fumbled the packet, but Trent lifted to him and helped him put the condom on, coating it with the oil.

They worked together, and when done, Trent lifted his head, bringing his hands to Gage
’s face, kissing him. Only a small swipe of the tongue, but it settled Gage, calmed him, and Trent smiled as he lowered back to the bed. Gage positioned himself again and slowly entered, getting all of his broad head inside. Trent was tight, but very ready, and Gage’s breath rushed forward, escaping his lips in the deep anticipation of the moments to come.

“
You already feel so good,” Gage said on an exhale while Trent laid back, letting an enticing moan escape his lips. Trent arched his body, lifted his ass by the heels of his feet, pushing Gage’s cock farther down. That action was all it took. Gage slid in, anchoring his arms around under Trent’s knees, lifting Trent’s legs for a better position.

Inch by delicious inch, he moved deeper inside. It took everything for him to take it slow, but he wanted this to be as good for Trent as it was for him right now. His heart pumped wildly in his chest. Gage closed his eyes and ground his teeth together to fight against his need to take this man lying beneath him, to violently buck his hips and fuck him. His release hovered close to the surface, barely contained as he slid completely inside.

They both held completely still. Gage opened his eyes with his breath panting and sweat trickling down the side of his face with the exertion he used in keeping control. His eyes met Trent’s and his heart lurched from his chest. This man was his. Trent Cooper was made for him. He released Trent’s legs and they wrapped around his waist, encircling Gage. Trent’s heels dug into his ass, his thighs clenched around his hips forcing him to move back and forth. Gage fell forward, catching himself on his elbows, tangling his fingers into Trent’s hair and never stopped moving into this man who so deliciously surrounded him, encouraging him on.

Gage wanted to say the words coursing through both his heart and head. He loved this man in his arms. He
’d never before made love to another, and it was perfect, better than anything ever before. Gage’s rhythm broke and his hips slowed as his thoughts registered, staggering him. His movement became erratic, and he lowered his head in the crook of Trent’s neck, breathing him in, taking a moment to gather his wits. He let this scent fill his soul, knowing it would always be there with him from this moment on. Instead of saying words that shouldn’t come this early in their relationship, he reached down and placed a simple kiss on Trent’s lips.

“
Am I hurting you?” he whispered and pulled his hips back, bringing himself almost completely out of Trent before gently sliding back in when Trent’s heels pushed at his ass.

“
No, it feels good,” Trent panted, giving the soft kiss back, but he rolled his head back, again arching his body forward when Gage slid out and back again.

“
I like it hard,” Trent whispered, his head still back against the pillow. Gage pushed out and thrust forward again with a little more force.

“
I’ll come,” Gage whispered, dropping his head in the crook of Trent’s shoulder, and he pushed back and forth again, grinding his teeth together trying to hold off with each thrust of his hips.

“
I will, too,” Trent groaned out, digging his heels into Gage’s ass. Gage rose, anchoring himself on one arm and dug his knees into the mattress. He never stopped the flow of his hips, but picked up the pace, moving faster into Trent. He needed to give Trent the hard fucking the man wanted, but dear God, he couldn’t hold back, he was already so close. He pistoned his hips and slid his hand down between their bodies to grip Trent’s cock.

Trent reacted with a deeper moan, tightening the grip his arms and legs held around Gage. His lover
’s muscles strained, and he bucked his hips at the same time his heels dug hard in Gage’s ass, helping drive Gage farther inside on each thrust. It became a tortured bliss. Gage began to stroke Trent to the same rhythm created by their hips. They were hard, fast strokes and Trent called out unintelligible words of encouragement while digging his heels harder into Gage’s ass.