Trenton wasn’t ready for the night to end.
Even though they had been out for hours already, he still didn’t want to go home just yet.
Scottie had that effect on him, though. Whenever they were together, it was like time sped up. Trenton had never known someone to have that effect on him before. Even the handful of people he’d seriously dated in the past had never made him crave their company like Scottie did.
That had to be a good thing, right?
“I had a really good time tonight,” Trenton said as he pulled onto Scottie’s street. “I hope Sasha doesn’t get mad at me for keeping you out too late.”
Scottie laughed. “She’s with her uncles, Calvin and Jack, tonight. So I’d say she probably isn’t missing me at all right about now.”
Trenton pulled into Scottie’s driveway and parked his car. “So it’s a Friday night and you’ve got the house all to yourself? We should have had a party here.”
“If by party, you mean dinner and wine again, then I would have definitely gone for that.” Scottie gave a wry grin. “But as it is, I’ll still probably be in bed within the hour.”
“That makes two of us,” Trenton said, laughing. “When did mid-thirties start to feel so old?”
“Right around the time when we started having to be at work before the sun comes up, I’d imagine.”
He did have a point there. Anything past ten at night started to feel ridiculously late when the workday started before dawn.
Scottie put his hand on the car door handle and sighed. “This was a lot of fun. Thank you for taking me.” He hesitated a beat, then asked, “Would you like to come in for a little while? I’ve got, um… coffee?” He grimaced. “Or maybe some hot tea?”
He didn’t need to ask Trenton twice. “Sure,” he said, hoping he wasn’t sounding too eager. If it would prolong the night by even just a few more minutes, Trenton was down for it. “I’d like that.”
As they walked up the path to Scottie’s house, Trenton had to struggle to keep his hands to himself. Scottie was just a couple of steps in front of him, and even in the moonlight it was easy to see that the jeans he was wearing clung to his body in all the right places.
Yeah, it was really hard not to reach out and see if that cute little ass felt as good as it looked. But he couldn’t just grab it, since that would probably freak Scottie out.
Which would definitely freak Trenton out.
And that would not be a great way to end their first date. Or… whatever this was. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t officially asked Scottie out on a date.
Just… out.
Together.
Could he just ask to touch Scottie’s ass? Especially if this wasn’t really a date? Was that a thing people did?
Jesus, he was really going to have to get out more.
Instead of grabbing Scottie’s tempting ass, Trenton held out until they were just inside the door to the house before reaching out and letting his hand rest at the small of Scottie’s back.
The effect was immediate, and it was even better than Trenton could have hoped for.
Scottie turned and smiled. His eyes were wide but the heat in them made them seem alive in the moonlight. He moved closer and drew in a shallow breath.
Trenton might not have known the protocol on ass-grabbing, but this signal was crystal clear.
He leaned in and let his lips just barely brush against Scottie’s before pulling back again just a little.
“Jesus, Scottie,” Trenton said, his voice low and thick with desire. “I’ve never been so addicted to kissing a person before…”
“Then do it,” Scottie said, his lips twitching up at the corners. “Kiss me.”
It was an order Trenton would have been all too happy to fulfill every hour of every day. Scottie’s mouth was just that good, that sexy.
Trenton pulled him closer, loving the way Scottie’s body melted against him, as if it had been made to fit there. Scottie gave himself over, opening his mouth and making deliciously sexy little noises as Trenton let his hands roam up and down Scottie’s back.
When Trenton finally dared to move his hands a little lower, down Scottie’s back and over his jeans to cup that perfect little ass, it was even better than Trenton could have imagined. And the way Scottie gasped right into Trenton’s mouth?
Fucking hot.
Trenton’s cock was so hard, he felt like it might burst right out of his pants as he ground it against Scottie, and he could feel Scottie’s hardness pressing against him as well.
It was the most erotic feeling—a whole set of feelings, actually—that Trenton had ever experienced. Kissing Scottie, touching him, tasting him, inhaling him was like sensory overload, and Trenton felt himself getting lost in it until he wasn’t sure about anything else other than how badly he wanted this man in front of him.
This man who was connected to him.
This cute, funny, sexy man who Trenton was only just getting to know, but wanted to know so much more about.
Scottie reached down between their bodies and palmed Trenton’s dick through his pants, sending a jolt of electricity through Trenton’s entire body that made his eyes go wide and the rest of him go completely still.
Looking up at him, Scottie’s tone was hesitant. “Is… this okay? We don’t have to do—”
“Yes,” Trenton said, interrupting him and rolling his hips to press his insistent cock against Scottie’s hand again. “Hell, yes. Please, don’t stop now, Scottie.”
The smile was instantly back on Scottie’s face and the heat back in his eyes. Trenton could see that they both wanted this, wanted it badly.
Wanted it now.
Slowly, tentatively, Trenton brought his hands around to Scottie’s waist, letting his fingers play along the hem of his shirt and loving the feel of Scottie’s smooth skin as he skimmed his fingers over it.
And when Trenton let one of his hands move lower, until he was touching Scottie’s cock the same way Scottie was touching his, the sensation was enough to make both of them gasp.
“Oh, God,” Scottie sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ve been wanting this…”
“Me, too,” Trenton said, though he hadn’t realized how much he’d been wanting it until right this second. He hadn’t even realized touching someone else—touching another man—could be this good, this intoxicating.
Scottie reached out and unfastened the top button of Trenton’s pants, then paused for a moment as he looked up into Trenton’s eyes. “Just tell me if I go too far. Or too fast. Or… anything. We’re only going to do what you’re comfortable with, okay?”
Trenton opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His throat was too dry. His mind was racing. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely even breathe.
All he could do was nod his head and pray that Scottie kept going.
Thank God he did.
Slowly, almost as if he was teasing Trenton, Scottie unzipped Trenton’s pants and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Trenton’s underwear before pausing again.
He didn’t ask this time, but simply quirked an eyebrow as his eyes met Trenton’s again.
“Yes,” Trenton whispered, his words thankfully returning for long enough to tell Scottie what he needed. “Keep going. Please.”
Scottie slid Trenton’s pants and underwear down around his thighs in one swift motion, allowing Trenton’s cock to spring free. It was already slick with pre-cum, and Trenton let out a long, low moan as Scottie wrapped a warm hand around the shaft.
Trenton’s cock throbbed in appreciation as Scottie slowly stroked it up and down. It was heaven. Better than heaven. It was everything he hadn’t even realized he’d needed, and he wanted to make Scottie feel just as good.
Trenton didn’t hesitate when he reached for Scottie’s jeans, only fumbling with the button and zipper for a couple of moments before finally being able to reach inside. Trenton felt like a kid at Christmas, unwrapping a present he’d been waiting for all year.
And he definitely wasn’t disappointed when he pulled down Scottie’s pants and boxers to let his thick, rock-hard cock spring into view.
“Oh God, Trenton,” Scottie moaned. “Stroke it. Wrap your hand around it.”
Trenton didn’t hesitate. The feel of another man’s cock—of Scottie’s cock—in his hand was a sensation he hadn’t expected. Familiar, but so different at the same time. The soft smooth skin, the flared head, the heat that was rolling off Scottie’s body in waves was all so good, so sexy, so damn distracting that Trenton forgot all about his own enjoyment for a moment as he fixated on Scottie’s.
Until Scottie stepped forward again and brought both of their cocks together, one on top of the other.
“Wrap your hand around both of them,” Scottie said. “Trust me. It feels so good.”
“Oh, fuck,’ Trenton groaned, his cock throbbing as it came into contact with Scottie’s. And when he wrapped his hand around both thick, hard shafts?
Yeah, it was fucking amazing.
“Sweet Jesus,” Trenton whispered, almost reverently as he stroked them both together.
How had he never thought of this before? How had he never even heard of it?
It was like discovering jerking off again, but about a hundred times better. Trenton’s brain couldn’t even begin to process it. All he could focus on was Scottie’s cock as it rubbed against his own, along with the orgasm that was steadily building inside of him.
“How does it feel?” Scottie asked, a knowing smile playing across his lips.
“So good,” Trenton answered, echoing Scottie’s words. “So fucking good. I can’t even… I don’t even…”
“I know,” Scottie said, still grinning. “Just let yourself go. You’ve got me so hard, so horny.”
“I’m already getting close,” Trenton confessed. “I don’t know how long I can hold off like this.”
“Just let go,” Scottie repeated. “I want you to come with me. Just let it happen.”
Those words were all Trenton needed to hear.
He thrust his hips forward, gasping as the friction from his own hand and Scottie’s cock pressing against him brought him even closer to the edge.
Just let go.
Let it happen.
“Oh, fuck,” Trenton panted. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Scottie reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of Trenton’s neck, then pulled him closer for another kiss.
Trenton felt his climax begin to overtake him, moaning into Scottie’s mouth as those first hot jets spilled over his fist, mingling with Scottie’s orgasm as their kiss ended.
They were both panting as they leaned against each other for support, both cocks still in Trenton’s grasp, heavy and spent.
He didn’t want to let go, though. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible, to draw it out so he could remember it.
“That was so good,” Scottie said, still breathless as he looked up at Trenton and smiled. “You don’t know how much I wanted that.”
“I’m pretty sure I wanted it just as much,” Trenton replied. “I just didn’t know it until now. But fuck, that was amazing. You are amazing.”
And then Scottie kissed him again, long and sweet as their bodies pressed together, the perfect ending to a perfect night.