There had never been a doubt in Scottie’s mind that he was going to have a nice time at Trenton’s house. He hadn’t even been nervous like he had a couple of times before when they’d had dinner or gone out.
If it hadn’t been for those still-unanswered questions about what Trenton wanted out of this time they were spending together, it really would have been just about perfect.
Trenton had, of course, been sweet and charming and sexy the entire time, which had only made it harder for Scottie to find a way to work some of his questions into the conversation.
It had actually made it impossible for him, and so now that dinner was over and they were snuggled together on the couch watching TV, it felt like the time for that sort of conversation had passed.
Plus, it felt really, really good to have his head resting against Trenton’s chest, to hear and feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, or how his deep voice vibrated through Scottie’s entire body whenever he spoke or laughed.
Yeah, there was no way Scottie was going to risk messing this up by asking a bunch of questions he might not like the answers to. That conversation would just have to wait.
It wasn’t happening tonight.
“I could really get used to having you here like this,” Trenton murmured, kissing the top of Scottie’s head. “I owe Jack and Calvin for babysitting, so I’d get you all to myself.”
“You and me, both,” Scottie said, laughing. “They really do seem to love having her over there, though, so it feels like a win-win for all of us.”
Trenton’s fingers trailed down Scottie’s arm, sending an electric jolt through his body. “This definitely feels like a win to me.”
Scottie raised up a little just in time to meet Trenton’s lips with his own, and God, why hadn’t they been kissing this whole time?
The cuddling was nice and sweet and so comfortable that Scottie could have no doubt fallen asleep just like that if they had kept it up, but this? Kissing Trenton?
So much better.
“You’re so damn sexy, Scottie,” Trenton said, leaning back just enough to look into Scottie’s eyes. “Seriously. All I want to do is kiss you. Undress you. Do… other things with you.”
“Yes,” Scottie said, simply. “Yes to all of that. I want you to do all of those things with me.”
Emphasizing his point, Scottie sat upright next to Trenton on the couch and shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it on the floor at their feet.
He waited, watching as Trenton’s eyes roamed over his chest, loving the way it felt when Trenton stuck out a tentative hand to let his fingers trace lines from Scottie’s shoulder, down across his chest and over his sensitive nipples.
“Yes,” Scottie repeated. “Keep going. Please.”
Scottie was a patient man. It was something he took a lot of pride in. But whenever he was around Trenton, that patience went out the window.
Instead, the part of his brain that was usually calm and reserved was completely overrun with desire. There was nothing he wanted more than to see Trenton naked, so once Scottie’s shirt had come off, it was only fair that he start unbuttoning Trenton’s, too.
Scottie’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on Trenton’s shirt, exposing inch after inch of solid, muscular chest that was sprinkled with a dusting of dark hair.
Once they were both finally shirtless, Scottie leaned in for a quick kiss before letting his mouth move lower, down Trenton’s neck, over his chest until his teeth grazed the dusky pink skin of Trenton’s nipple.
“Jesus, Scottie, oh—” Trenton placed his hands on Scottie’s head, his fingers threading through the short hair. “That feels… ah… so good…”
Scottie looked up at him and smiled. “We’re just getting started.”
He had been fantasizing about doing this for the past couple of weeks, and now that the time had actually come, Scottie wanted to go slowly, to commit every second to memory.
Trenton’s body was trim and toned—not too thin, but not overly-muscular, either. He had the natural muscles of someone who worked hard all day, every day. Someone who didn’t have time for the gym but still managed to take care of themselves.
And whatever Trenton was doing to take care of himself had definitely paid off.
Scottie stood up and took Trenton’s hand, pulling him to his feet as well before taking a step back and just letting the image sink in for a few moments. Scottie just wanted to kiss every inch of Trenton’s body from head to toe.
But the way Trenton was looking at him now? Like he was a piece of candy?
Scottie wasn’t sure if he had the patience or the self-control to stop at just kissing.
In fact, he knew he couldn’t stop.
Not now. Not tonight.
“I want to see all of you,” Scottie said, already reaching for the button of Trenton’s pants. “I want to feel you against me.”
Trenton stepped closer, placing his hands on Scottie’s hips and letting his fingers play along the waistband of Scottie’s jeans as Scottie worked to get Trenton’s pants off.
When his pants were finally pooled at his feet, Trenton stepped out and kicked them away, leaving him standing in front of Scottie in just a pair of black boxer briefs that clung obscenely to his erection.
“God, yes,” Scottie whispered, reaching for that throbbing cock. “This is what I’ve been waiting for.”
But Trenton took a step back and grinned when Scottie looked up and gave him a questioning look.
“I want to get naked,” Trenton said. “But only if you’re naked with me. It’s all or nothing.”
Scottie was only too happy to oblige, making quick work of his jeans until they, too, were lying discarded to the side.
His own cock was barely still confined by his briefs and seeing the heat in Trenton’s eyes made it jerk against the thin layer of fabric.
Scottie couldn’t wait any longer, shoving his own underwear down and kicking it aside before reaching out and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Trenton’s underwear and slowly sliding them down, revealing inch by inch of that beautiful cock until it sprang free.
“God, it looks so good,” Scottie murmured, his eyes glued to Trenton’s thick shaft and the head that was already slick with pre-cum. “I want to taste it.”
He looked up to make eye contact with Trenton, to make sure he was on board with what Scottie wanted to do. If Trenton wanted to stop now, Scottie would of course respect that choice, but dear God, he hoped the man wanted to keep going.
Trenton didn’t look scared or freaked out or even a tiny bit apprehensive, though. As soon as Scottie’s gaze met his, Trenton nodded. It was short. Just once. But the nod was unmistakable.
He wanted this, too.
Scottie remembered his vow to draw this out as long as possible, to savor and commit to memory each amazing second.
He reached out and pulled Trenton to him, kissing him as he let his hands roam down Trenton’s naked back, loving the feel of each taut muscle as they flexed and bunched under his touch.
When Trenton moaned, low and deep, Scottie knew he wasn’t going to be able to draw it out much longer. When Trenton reached back and grabbed Scottie’s ass with both hands, Scottie gave up trying.
He dropped to his knees and wrapped a hand around Trenton’s thick cock before taking the head into his mouth. Scottie was rewarded with another low moan as he swirled his tongue around the ridge where the head flared out from the shaft, then back over the slit, tasting the salty sweetness that had pooled there.
“Oh, fuck,” Trenton groaned, threading his fingers through Scottie’s hair again and guiding his head as Scottie took more and more of Trenton’s cock into his mouth. “Jesus, Scottie, yes…”
Scottie gripped the backs of Trenton’s thighs, kneading the muscles there before bringing his hands around to the front of Trenton’s body again. He wanted to feel more. He wanted to feel every inch of Trenton’s body.
One hand traveled up along the ridges of Trenton’s abs while the other hand reached under to gently grab Trenton’s balls, slowly and playfully tugging and massaging them as he continued to suck that rock-hard cock.
Trenton sucked in a sharp breath and his low voice rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that. You’ve got me so fucking horny I can’t even… can’t even…”
His voice trailed off, but that was okay. He didn’t need to finish that sentence for Scottie to get the message. With one hand still on Trenton’s balls, Scottie brought his other hand down to stroke his own cock.
In his rush to get Trenton naked, Scottie had nearly forgotten about his own straining erection, but now he could feel his own climax building with each quick stroke.
“That’s it,” Trenton growled, guiding Scottie’s head up and down every inch of his cock, burying it deep down Scottie’s throat before pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting back in again. “Suck it faster. Deeper. You’re getting me so close. Almost… there…”
Scottie doubled down, doing his best to take that thick cock down to the base, massaging the shaft and head with his tongue and throat and living for the sexy, deep moans and growls that were coming from Trenton as he edged closer and closer.
“Fuck, Scottie,” Trenton panted, his cock seeming to swell even thicker in Scottie’s mouth as he gripped each side of Scottie’s head and thrust deeper one more time. “I’m coming… coming… now.”
It was all Scottie needed to hear. The first hot jets of Trenton’s orgasm shot straight down Scottie’s throat as his own climax spilled over his fist and onto the floor beneath him. Scottie swallowed frantically, eyes shut tightly as his body was rocked first by Trenton’s orgasm and then by his own.
Finally letting Trenton’s cock slip from his lips, Scottie rocked back on his heels and tried to catch his breath as he looked up and gave an exhausted smile.
“So good,” Scottie said, breathlessly. “So hot, Trenton.”
Trenton reached down and helped Scottie to his feet again before kissing him softly, his tongue slowly probing the inside of Scottie’s mouth as Trenton pulled him close again. Scottie could feel both of their heartbeats at the same time as their chests pressed against each other.
It was one of the most intimate, sexy, wonderful things Scottie had ever felt. And just like the rest of the night, Scottie didn’t want it to end.
“Stay with me tonight,” Trenton whispered, his fingers playing in the back of Scottie’s hair as he leaned back to look into Scottie’s eyes. “Please tell me you’ll stay. I want you here with me, sleeping in my bed, in my arms.”
“Okay,” Scottie said, simply. “I want that, too.”
And suddenly, the night didn’t have to end. Not yet, anyway.
Scottie could hold onto Trenton for at least a few more hours. Their perfect night didn’t have to end until the sun came up.