The One That Got Away (15 page)

David felt Trace’s withdrawal and unease more than he heard it and immediately made eye contact. He knew that his growing feelings for Trace showed in his eyes—Matt had even commented on it—but he’d been careful to try to school his expression when Trace was actually looking, for fear of making him uncomfortable. His barriers low from the intimacy of the moment, he put everything he was feeling out for Trace to see. Reaching up, he stroked his fingers along Trace’s jaw. “I’d like to take care of you, though. Will you let me?”

Turning his cheek into David’s hand, Trace’s eyes fluttered a little as he felt relief settle through him. David’s eyes—they were so intense when focused on him. It made him feel like the center of David’s world. Trace had taken care of David without any thought of wanting something in return, but this? This was a step further into what was turning into something more than close friendship. Trace wanted it. When he spoke, there was more warmth in his voice. “Okay.”

Silently, David stood and took Trace’s hand. Walking into the bathroom, he flipped on the knobs, letting the water warm and turning back to Trace. His hands played with the hem of Trace’s shirt, letting his fingers brush the sensitive skin before lifting it over his head. His hands explored the smooth skin stretched over hard muscle, his mouth dipping to taste one of the dusky pink nipples.

Trace sighed and slid his hand over David’s good shoulder, careful not to jar the other. Though it was well on its way to healing, he didn’t 
want to hurt him. Unconsciously, he shifted to press up against David’s mouth as his eyes fell shut. Wow.

With the unspoken encouragement, David opened his lips and sucked the tiny nub into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Trace made a sound of pleasure deep in his throat, shifting his hand to curl into David’s hair. His other hand wrapped around David’s waist. “Cleaning me up?” he asked faintly, though he didn’t object.

“Just getting started,” David rasped, sinking to his knees and pulling at Trace’s jeans one-handed. Trace’s hands rose to help, but he batted them away. “I’m taking care of you, remember? You can help me take mine off in a minute—the angle’s much worse.” His tongue trailed the line of soft hair down the center of Trace’s abdomen, plunging into his belly button playfully. Trace’s eyes got bigger as David’s mouth went lower.

Was he really going to…? Trace’s cock reacted by pulsing with heat and starting to harden again. He bit his bottom lip against a whimper.

David grazed his teeth against the hardening ridge, humming his pleasure at Trace’s reaction. He desperately wanted to strip the man naked and lick and suck him clean and then some, but he was afraid Trace might not be ready for that yet. Getting to his feet, he pushed the denim past Trace’s hips, adjusting the temperature of the water as the brunet stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Taking Trace’s hands, he lifted them to his chest. “Undress me,” he whispered.

Trace swallowed hard at the temptation of David’s mouth on his body, regaining his equilibrium when David didn’t go ahead. That would have been mind-blowing, Trace was sure, but he wasn’t sure how he would react afterward. Embarrassed, most likely, because he was sure he’d balk at returning the favor. He reached for the button on David’s jeans, sliding his fingers inside the waistband to pull it apart and then lower the zipper. This he could do: easy touching. He wouldn’t have 
hesitated to stroke a woman at this point. He rubbed his knuckles against David’s swollen flesh.

Unable to bite back the groan prompted by Trace’s touch, David leaned heavily against the wall, his knees shaking. Even the simplest of touches from Trace affected him more than the blatant sexual overtures from his past partners. Wrapping his fingers in the long dark hair, he pulled Trace close for a kiss. Sighing against David’s lips, Trace slid his hands over David’s hips to push the jeans down, then the warmed cotton underneath, down to his thighs where David could reach. He was faintly nervous about stepping forward. He’d lain all over David with them clothed. How would it feel with just heated skin? He wasn’t shy, but….

David shook loose of his jeans, his hand coming forward to rest on Trace’s bare hip, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow in lazy circles.

The kiss continued at a slow and easy pace that belied the pounding of the blood in his ears and various other parts of his body. Reassured, Trace slowly relaxed, slightly humming against David’s lips in approval.

“Let’s get in the shower,” David urged.
Before I suggest we skip it
all together and just go to bed,
he continued silently.

TRACE opened his eyes and nodded, turning to push open the glass doors and step into the water. David’s eyes lingered on the broad tan back tapering down to narrow hips and the paler skin of Trace’s ass. Stepping into the shower, he ran his hand over the lighter skin, cupping the lower curve and squeezing. Trace couldn’t help but grin at the back wall. David was groping his ass. He reached up to change the shower massage setting to more of a gentle rain than the driving water now shooting out.

Trace had stopped under the water, but David kept moving forward until the front of his body was pressed to the back of Trace’s. Reaching around him with both arms, David grabbed the soap and a wash cloth.

Lathering the cloth, he set to work, running it up and down Trace’s chest as his lips trailed across Trace’s shoulder and up his neck. Shifting his weight, Trace simply relaxed back against David. It wasn’t all that different from having clothes on, feeling David’s hard, muscled body against him, feeling David’s cock rubbing against him. Despite the warm water, he shivered as warm lips coasted across his skin, and he reached out to touch the tiled wall beside him.

“Turn,” David suggested as his hand guided Trace to stand with his back against the tile. Starting with his arms, David carefully washed every inch of Trace’s skin from his shoulders to his hands. Lifting the clean fingers to his mouth, he sucked at the water dropping from their tips, his eyes never leaving Trace’s.

Trace knew he had been right. He
was
being seduced, and he was
loving
it. He lifted his other hand to touch David’s lips with his fingers.

This was getting so erotic he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to see straight. His body slowly reacted, recovering from before and getting really interested again. David’s touch spread like fire. It was addictive.

Trace wanted more, and he tilted his hips to rub his cock lightly against David’s thigh.

David’s hands, one covered in a washcloth and one bare, skated up through the slippery suds, over Trace’s shoulders and down the hard planes of his chest, circling his nipples. He sank to his knees as he moved the washcloth lower on the brunet’s body. Taking his time, he washed Trace’s swelling length until it stood out proud and erect from his body.

Moving the soapy washcloth between Trace’s legs, David rolled the tender sac in his hand as he let the running water rinse the rest of him clean. Just like he had with Trace’s fingers, David’s tongue reached out and lapped at 
the drops of water running down Trace’s cock, blue eyes turned up and burning with hunger.

Already groaning with pleasure, Trace had leaned his head back against the wall and watched the cloth move over his body. He tried to control how rapidly he was breathing, but any thought of control was shredded when he saw David lean forward and extend his tongue to slide lightly along his sensitive, aching cock. He choked on David’s name, and both hands flew to bury themselves in David’s hair turned dark by the water. There was so much he wanted to gasp out, but it all sounded dirty in his head, and he didn’t want it to be that way. Trace just whispered, 
“Please,” with passion burning in his eyes.

Letting the satiny head stroke his lips, David hummed, licked, and sucked Trace’s cock from tip to base. Dragging his tongue up the underside in a long, slow swipe, he flicked it rapidly at the juncture of the crown, sucking the length into his mouth when Trace’s hips bucked forward. Soap-slick fingers continued to explore and play with the heavy sac and all sensitive skin they could reach.

“Oh sweet, sweet baby,” Trace breathed as he just slightly pushed in and pulled out of David’s mouth. He was afraid to do more—both because he’d never done this with David before, and because he was practically on the edge of coming already because it was happening at all.

David grinned at Trace’s instinctive movements. The brunet was no blushing little girl, even if it was his first time with a man. It was time to show Trace what making love with a man could be like. Using his good arm, he cupped Trace’s ass, pulling him forward with a hard, fast rhythm.

Relaxing into the feel of Trace sliding across his tongue, the unique flavor flooding his mouth, David swallowed until Trace’s cock was moving past his lips and down his throat with each stroke. 

“Oh
fuck
,” Trace swore as his fingers grasped about David’s skull and his hips started snapping forward. It was too, too incredible to resist, and Trace couldn’t stop. Dimly he had the thought that he’d never been able to fuck a woman’s mouth like this; the couple times he’d tried hadn’t gone well. But not only was it going well, David was driving it, encouraging it.

Trace’s uninhibited response was incredibly arousing. Reaching between his own legs David formed a loose fist around his cock, pistoning his hips forward into the channel.

“Shit. David…,” Trace gasped out, feeling his balls draw up hard as he tingled all over. “David,” he mewled, turning his face up into the water.

He’d been afraid of this, though he couldn’t for the life of him remember why.

Pulling back long enough to speak, David moved his hand from Trace’s ass to his cock to continue the insistent pace. “Come for me, Trace,” he rasped, his abused lips swollen and red. “Let me taste you.” His fingers curled back around the swell of the tight ass, the tips grazing the deep cleft.
One step at a time, Carmichael
, he chided himself. On another day, he’d show Trace the wonders of pressure on his prostate. Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t…. His hand stroked down his own cock, already ready to burst, cradled his balls, and probed a single finger against his own entrance. It’d been so long since he’d been fucked. He whimpered.

David’s hand on his ass didn’t even register as the pleasure bubbled over inside Trace, and he started to shake. Knowing it was important, Trace pried open his eyes to look down at David. The sight hit him like a ton of bricks. David’s hand pumping his cock as his lips whispered over the swollen head of Trace’s cock, his eyes closed and face contorted with what looked like bliss, his other hand was down between his own legs, moving. Trace had an image of what he must be doing and just like that, 
he snapped and growled as he slammed into an intense orgasm, keeping glazed eyes on David the whole time.

Trace looking down at him as his entire body shuddered in climax was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever experienced. David swallowed repeatedly, suckling and licking the pulsing length as Trace continued slow, shallow thrusts into his mouth. His own peak was really only a touch away, the steady, circling pressure he’d been teasing his prostate with keeping him just on the verge. Letting Trace slip from his mouth, David looked up, moving his good hand to his cock. “Watch me,” he rasped.

“Watch what you do to me.”

Eyes clouded with satiation and heat, Trace sagged against the tile to keep his balance as he kept watching David. If he could get hard again, he would, Trace thought a bit wildly as he lifted a shaking hand to wipe the water from his face. Just seeing David lick and lap up his come…. He twitched as another flash of heat tore through him. “Do it,” he said hoarsely. “I want to see.”

Several tight strokes and David was coming, crying out Trace’s name before he collapsed forward, his forehead coming to rest on Trace’s thigh. His body clenched around his fingers, increasing the intensity of his climax. “Oh, fuck. Trace!” His breath hitched, trying to establish a rhythm. “Damn. Damn,” he panted, letting the cooling water carry away the traces of his climax.

Trace petted David’s hair, his shoulder, his back, the side of his face.

He could feel the hot exhalation of breath on his thigh. He was amazed they could wring these types of reactions from each other. Leaning just enough to the side, he shut off the shower. He groaned as he straightened and slid a little against the wall. “I’m not sure my legs want to hold me up anymore,” he murmured, fingers still stroking David gently. 

“Yeah, one of the advantages of being the one on your knees,” David said cheekily, attempting to get to his feet.

Snorting, Trace looked down at David. “So how are you going to get up off the shower floor?” he asked, eyes twinkling. It was a very nice view from his vantage point. Damn, but David was a fine-looking man.

“My friend with the shaky knees is going to give me a hand,” David said, reaching up with his good arm.

Trace grinned and leaned down a bit to grasp David’s arm and help him stand, and when they both shifted to regain balance, they ended up right against each other. Thinking about it for only a couple heartbeats, Trace leaned to brush his lips against David’s.

David grinned against Trace’s mouth, sucking the moisture off his lips. “You taste as good up here as you did down there. I should take showers with you more often.” Pushing open the door, he stepped out, yanking a towel off the bar and tossing it backward at Trace. “Let’s get dry and go lay down. I’m getting cold, and the clean sheets I saw you putting on the bed earlier are calling me.”

The intimate words still threw Trace for a loop, but he liked them and the way they made him feel. He caught the towel and started drying off. After the past hour, he was wiped out as well. He wanted to say how much he had enjoyed their shower, but he was a little edgy about how David might react. The other man hadn’t been comfortable with Trace’s compliment when they were on the couch, though Trace didn’t understand why. Instead, he hung up the towel and kissed David’s cheek as he walked by to go out to the bedroom.