Chapter 3 #2
Trey bit back what he probably should have admitted to, and reached for the other lie instead. “I’m not an only child. I just . . . I didn’t feel like getting that personal and talking about my family, so I lied.”
“We don’t have to talk about stuff that makes you uncomfortable, you know.”
“I guess. I’m not close with my family, anyway.”
“That’s okay. Not everybody is. I know I’m lucky that my family loves and supports me. I wish all my friends had that, too, but that’s not life. You can’t choose your family.”
“Yeah. I have four older sisters. My parents both worked multiple jobs to support us, and I think my sisters resented taking care of me. My dad was all about manly men, and he was determined I’d be something, because most of my sisters ended up pregnant in high school and married to bums. He hated that I wanted to make a career in music. ”
Trey hadn’t meant to spew all of that at Dominic, but the patient and caring way Dominic was watching him made it worth it. “You’re not out to them, are you?” Dominic asked.
“Hell no. My roommates, Bobby and Danielle, they both know. A few other people, but it’s not something I’m really public about. Not that it matters. I haven’t seen my family in over two years. Almost three.”
“I’m sorry, man.”
“I’m not. I’m making music and living my life my way. Fuck them if they don’t like it.”
Dominic stood abruptly. “I want to see your room.”
“My room?” Were they jumping straight from serious family chatter to sex?
“Lincoln always says you can tell a lot about a person by their bedroom. I’m curious about you.”
Okay, so not straight to the sex. But it definitely put them in closer proximity to Trey’s bed, so he led Dominic down the long hallway to his room, tucked in at the very end near the bathroom they all shared.
He stood in the doorway while Dominic turned in a circle, taking in the mostly bare walls and few sticks of furniture.
One Fading Daze flyer, advertising their first public performance at Off Beat, was tacked to the wall beneath his bed. The rest of the ivory space was empty.
“So what’s my room saying about me” Trey asked.
Dominic’s brown eyes met his, somehow both playful and serious. “That you’re unfinished. A work in progress.”
He glanced around his room, unsure how Dominic got that. “But aren’t we all works in progress? Always changing and learning?”
“Sure, to an extent. It’s just a vibe I get from this place.”
“That I’m unfinished?”
Dominic crossed his arms and leaned against one of the bedposts. Long, lean, and so fucking sexy, and he probably had no idea. “How come you aren’t out?”
“To my family? Because I don’t give a shit what they think.
No one has tried to contact me since I left home, and I didn’t change my number.
I even sent a Christmas card that first year, with my return address, and I never heard back.
Maybe your family is starlight and rainbows, but mine is fire and ash. ”
“Dude, sorry.” Dominic held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. “It was a question. And not just your family. You said only your roommates know.”
“So what? I told Danielle when we first met, and I told Bobby later so he wouldn’t think I was making moves on his baby sister.”
Dominic quirked an eyebrow. “Why would he think that?”
“We spent a lot of time together, and we’re so good onstage that people started rumors.”
“Onstage?”
That had gotten more personal than Trey planned. “Me and Danielle sometimes duet, but usually we share leads on songs.”
“Are you in a band?”
“Yeah.” Now that the secret was out, Trey wanted to hide and he didn’t know why.
He’d never been shy about promoting the band before.
“About two years now. We’re really only known locally but we’re trying to get out there.
We’re supposed to play in a big festival in a few weeks but we lost our percussionist. Just fucking up and left us for another crew. So who knows what will happen.”
Dominic’s face went way too neutral, and he stared at Trey in a way that made him literally squirm. “What’s your band’s name?”
Everything had gotten really weird, and he almost didn’t want to answer. “Fading Daze. Daze like Dazed and Confused, not Days of Our Lives.”
“Right.” Dominic’s gaze strayed all over the room, landing everywhere except on Trey.
Irritation prickled his scalp. “Does that bother you? That I’m in a band?”
“No.” Immediate answer, so probably true. “I don’t know why it surprised me so hard. I mean, you’re super fucking talented on the keys, and your voice is killer.”
Trey wanted to bask in the compliments, but something still wasn’t right.
Maybe if he kept talking, tried to explain the whole not-out thing.
“Look, me and Danielle, we play up the idea some of our fans have that we’re a couple.
Some love it, some hate her for it, but they all come to see us perform when we get gigs.
I’ve seen some pretty epic online fights.
So no, I haven’t come out in public, and right now I don’t plan to. Not until we win Unbound.”
Dominic’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “You’re competing in Unbound?”
“You’ve heard of it?”
“Shit yes. Maybe this is its first year, but it’s Anthony Kross. Anybody who knows shit about music knows him and has heard about Unbound. What category?”
“Indie rock. Again, if we can get a percussionist who can learn original music in three weeks.”
“Whose music?”
Trey chewed on his lower lip, unsure why he was shy again. What was it about Dominic that made him want to impress the guy? “Mine. I’ve been composing stuff since I was eleven.”
“Wow, really? That’s amazing.”
He shrugged. “A lot of that early stuff was probably shit. Who knows?”
“You don’t have any of it?”
“No. My dad would always find it and throw it away. When I was in high school, I started hiding the music at my best friend’s house.
” Trey scrubbed a hand through his hair, not wanting to dwell on painful memories.
“Anyway, winning Unbound is huge for me. It’ll be the perfect fuck-you to my father.
It proves I can make a living at this, and I’m not just another wannabe wasting his life, you know? ”
“Yeah.” Dominic’s face went really sad for an instant, and then he was smiling again. “I hope you get to stick it to your old man.”
“Me too.” Everything had gotten way too serious for what was supposed to have been a fun afternoon hookup.
“So . . . pizza’s getting cold.”
Dominic’s tentative smile started doing things to Trey’s insides. That weird squirmy thing that got his dick to notice he had a really hot guy standing by his bed. Trey tried on his very best flirty smile. “I have a microwave.”
“I heard your stomach growl before.”
This time Dominic was getting all shy about things, and it was turning Trey the fuck on.
He rubbed at his hard-on through his board shorts, his attention firmly focused on Dominic’s crotch.
“I’m hungry for a different kind of meat right now.
” He sauntered over to Dominic and leaned in, letting his wood ride Dominic’s thigh. “And it’s not on the pizza.”
Dominic swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I don’t usually do repeats.”
Trey blinked, a little surprised by the honesty. “Why am I so special?”
“I don’t know.” He traced the pad of his thumb across Trey’s cheek. The gentle touch was electric, heating his skin and sending more blood surging south. “We make really good music together, and I don’t just mean onstage.”
“Yeah we do.” Last night Dominic had played his body like he played his violin—like a practiced genius and with amazing results. Trey wanted that again. “You bring stuff?”
“Hell yes.” Dominic leaned down and nuzzled his nose. “I want that ass again.”
“It’s all yours, baby. Come and take it.”
He grabbed both of Trey’s ass cheeks and squeezed, pressing Trey’s wood more firmly into his thigh. His lips hovered over Trey’s, warm breath ghosting over his skin. “This is a bad idea.”
“No, it’s not.” Trey kissed him, hard and insistent, and Dominic opened for him.
Let Trey lick into his mouth, getting the strong taste of mint and Dominic—two things he really, really liked.
He rubbed at Dominic’s thickening cock through his shorts, then reached inside to squeeze the firming flesh.
Dominic turned them so Trey was pressed against the bed support, his hands making quick work of Trey’s shorts.
Trey dumped his shirt, and then Dominic was on his knees, sucking Trey’s dick into his mouth.
Trey resisted the overwhelming urge to close his eyes and just feel.
He liked watching Dominic taking him in, lips stretching, tongue licking along his length.
Dominic glanced up, his dark eyes so fucking seductive that Trey would have agreed to anything in that moment.
He played his dick so perfectly that Trey was way too close, too damned soon.
“Close, fuck,” Trey said.
Dominic gave his dick another lick, then pulled off. Instead of standing up, or pulling Trey down to him, he turned Trey around and then gave his ass a gentle swat. Trey groaned because it had felt really good.
“You like that?” Dominic asked.
“Yeah.”
He smacked his ass again, a little harder. “Your ass bounces so perfectly when I slap it.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” Dominic’s palm cracked across his other cheek. “So good.”
Trey was all for seeing how many hard smacks was too many, but Dominic had other plans for his ass, apparently. He pulled Trey’s cheeks apart, and Trey only had a moment to realize what was about to happen before a hot, wet tongue laved across his hole. “Fuck!”
Dominic nipped at his cheek. “Never been rimmed before?”
“Do that again.”
He chuckled, then took another long swipe at Trey’s ass.
Trey didn’t think anything could feel as good as when Dominic fingered his prostate last night, but a tongue licking and stabbing at his asshole was a very close second.
He held on to the bed support while waves of something wonderful washed over him.
When Dominic’s finger joined his tongue in strumming his ass, Trey let out a shout his third-floor neighbors probably heard, and he didn’t give a fuck because damn.
“Gonna fuck you now,” Dominic said. He smacked Trey’s ass again, waking him up enough to get on his hands and knees for Dominic.
Cool lube touched him first. First one, then two fingers stretched him open, a faint burn he remembered. A firm press on his prostate sent a bolt of pleasure down Trey’s spine. Precome leaked from his dick, and he really wanted to come. Soon.
“On your back. I want to see your face this time.”
Trey rolled over without hesitation. The carpet wasn’t the softest, but whatever.
He wanted to see Dominic’s face, too. Dominic hiked both of Trey’s legs up to rest on his shoulders, Trey’s ass resting on Dominic’s thighs.
He leaned over Trey, one hand holding his cock steady as he pushed.
Trey tried to relax, but that was easier said than done when a big dick was trying to shove its way inside.
“Let me in, baby,” Dominic said. He jacked Trey’s dick, and that helped.
It hurt, yeah, but that sharp sting of penetration quickly became a faint burn when Dominic began to fuck him. Long, hard strokes into Trey’s body that had Trey clinging to Dominic’s shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. His cock grazed over Trey’s prostate, sending him higher.
Dominic’s dark stare caught him and didn’t let go.
He was so beautiful. Copper skin glistening with sweat, mouth open, breathing hard, brow creased with sexy determination.
He hitched Trey’s legs higher, pressed in deeper, and Trey shouted.
Trey loved this, loved having someone inside him, fucking him hard, forcing an orgasm out of him.
He really loved doing it all with Dominic, and he didn’t know how or if he should say it, so he showed him.
He hauled Dominic down into a kiss that was all passion and little skill, and Dominic kissed him back.
His tongue fucked Trey’s mouth in short stabs that matched his hips.
Everything coiled up hot and tight. Too much.
Trey grabbed his dick. He came on the second stroke, splattering his release across his abs and chest. Fine tremors ran up and down his arms and shoulders, and holy fuck that had been better than the first time.
Dominic started to pull out, then slammed his hips home.
Trey dug his nails into Dominic’s arms, watching the way Dominic’s eyes squeezed shut as he came in two short jerks.
“Oh fuck,” Trey said. It was too much and not enough.
Dominic pulled out gently, then collapsed on top of Trey in a sweaty heap. Trey wrapped his arms around his waist, cradling him between his legs in a position that was incredibly intimate for near strangers, but also felt . . . right.
Dominic huffed against his neck, then licked him. “Damn, you are addictive.”
Trey grinned at the ceiling. “Glad you broke your no-repeats rule?”
“Hell yeah.”
While Trey liked the cuddling part, his back was starting to hurt from the hard floor, and he was still hella hungry. “How about a quick shower, and then pizza?”
“That is a plan I can get behind.”
Dominic gave his ass another sharp swat on their way to the bathroom.
Oh yeah, Trey was going to enjoy their afternoon together.