20. Trent
Chapter 20
Trent
T rent had nothing left. He had let light shine in on the darkest parts of himself and dragged his fears into the sun. There was nothing left to give. He was empty.
Or so he thought.
When Oscar’s lips touched his, the cold vacuum that had opened inside of him, that had been growing there since the day his mother died, suddenly began to warm. It wasn’t an instant fix, but there was an ember there where before there had only been icy darkness.
That warmth was Oscar’s lips. Oscar’s hands. Oscar’s desire. Oscar’s need resonated within Trent, rumbling in his chest, a deep quake that unmoored him and grounded him simultaneously.
When the pillowy, feather-soft touch of Oscar’s lips was suddenly gone, Trent gasped and opened his eyes. Oscar was staring at him, his sweet brown eyes exuding a care that Trent had seldom seen in the years since his mother’s death.
“How are you doing?” Oscar asked, his voice filled with a quiet compassion.
“I’m…I’m okay. I’ve never told anyone about my mother. The only ones who know are the vampires who were there. I’ve been so separate for so long. It’s scary to let go of that, despite the loneliness.”
Oscar’s lips widened into a smile, and Trent wondered if he’d ever seen anything so pure in his life. Oscar’s hand went to his neck, his fingers running up and down, leaving the most exquisite trails of sparks behind on his skin.
“It’s intimidating for me, too. But your trust isn’t misplaced. Will you let me prove that to you?”
Trent nodded, not knowing what to say. He wanted this more than anything, to feel secure for once, to feel that someone else in the world had him. That someone would catch him if he fell. He hadn’t had that ever, not even with his mother.
Oscar winked, and a sliver of lightning hit the base of Trent’s spine. This man would be the death of him.
“Will you let me kiss you here?” Oscar bent towards Trent’s neck, his eyes locked on Trent’s, waiting for his response. Trent nodded.
The gentlest of kisses feathered across the sensitive skin where his neck met his collarbone. Trent shivered.
“Will you let me kiss you here?” Oscar lifted Trent’s t-shirt with his nimble fingers, eyeing his muscular chest. Trent nodded again.
When Oscar’s tongue flicked Trent’s pebbled left nipple, Trent’s brain sparked and fizzled like someone had poured a pitcher of water into his CPU. What was Oscar doing to him? This was a totally different side of him — not the desperate need of their first sexual encounter, but something deeper.
“Will you let me kiss you here?” Oscar gestured with his head further down, to the fine blonde hair of Trent’s treasure trail. Once again, Trent nodded.
The sensation was so gentle, so light, it was absolutely excruciating. Oscar made his way down further, his hands going to the button on Trent’s pants.
“Will you let me undo this?”
Trent glanced around. There were no windows in the studio. Students had sex in the practice rooms so often it had become an inside joke. Anthony wouldn’t mind. He’d probably be happy.
Trent nodded.
The touch of the cold air made Trent’s already-hard dick jump, and he couldn’t stop a moan from escaping. Oscar was beautiful now, looking up at him, his long hair framing his face, making him look like a deadly angel.
After all, wasn’t that what he was?
Oscar placed his lips just beyond the tip of Trent’s thick cock. It took everything in Trent not to thrust the millimeters forward to have them meet.
“Will you let me pleasure you?”
“Fucking god, please, this is torture,” Trent pleaded. “I need it.”
Oscar gave a little hum of contentment, and Trent’s balls jumped and tightened at the sound. If Oscar wasn’t careful, this was going to go fast.
Slowly, so slowly, Oscar brought his face in, the very tip of Trent’s cock meeting that sweet, wet warmth. Then he stopped .
Trent couldn’t stop himself now, thrusting forward, but Oscar was quick, moving backwards so that Trent couldn’t find purchase, couldn’t get any more of his length into Oscar’s mouth.
“What are you doing to me?”
The mischievous look in Oscar’s eyes was exciting and terrifying.
At a snail’s pace, millimeter by millimeter, Oscar enveloped him. Trent shook with a desperate need for him to move faster, the want building and building with no outlet. After what felt like ten minutes, Oscar’s nose finally met the skin of his pelvis.
Trent almost came right there. Oscar’s hand wrapped around his balls, stopping his climax at the source.
“Please, fuck, you have to…” Trent said, his voice cracking as his system short-circuited, but he didn’t care. “I can’t take much more of this.”
Then Oscar began to move back, and holy fuck, he wasn’t going any faster. Trent’s legs shook at the sensation. What was happening? It felt like he would come at any second and simultaneously like he’d never come again. Release was so close, but Oscar wasn’t merciful.
“Come on!” Trent cried out, but Oscar was unmoved, as he continued his slow-motion assault on Trent’s senses. Up and down he went, never increasing the speed, never giving relief. When his lips were almost off, the air was like a slap against the skin of his cock. Then he’d move back down again, and he was once again in the warmest, wettest heaven.
At some point, Trent could no longer think. He was just a bundle of nerve endings and uncontrolled reactions. He was only vaguely aware that his groans were getting louder, and his brain was filled with only two words.
So close. So close, so close, so close. It became a mantra, a meditation on the glory of Oscar’s mouth, his lips now red and swollen with his appointed task.
When Oscar finally pulled off, Trent was no longer capable of thought. The whine that escaped his mouth was totally alien to him, a desperate expression of need that sounded as if it came from a stranger.
“You’re okay, handsome.” Oscar bent up and kissed Trent, his lips even sweeter with the taste of what they’d been doing for the last eternity.
“Am I?” Trent gasped. “I don’t think I am.”
“Sshhh.” Then Oscar slowly stripped off his clothes, and Trent’s cock twitched each time more flesh was revealed.
Oscar was beautiful. Trent hadn’t fully taken in just how beautiful he was during their frenzied sex in that cabin in Maine. The brown hair that lightly covered his body was the perfect contrast to Trent’s blonde.
All those ropy muscles made Trent want to run his hands over the tall vamp. Trent’s erection was painful now, which was expected, considering Oscar had been teasing it for three thousand years. Trent moved to stand, but Oscar stopped him with a glance.
“Stay right there.” Oscar straddled him. The pressure of his long legs pressed against Trent’s sides, and his cock rested on Trent’s stomach. “I told you I’d prove that you can trust me, can trust this .”
“Oh, is that what this is?”
Oscar grinned and nodded, and then without warning sank down onto Trent’s cock. Trent shouted as he was unexpectedly enveloped in a tight warmth.
“I…warn a guy, why don’t you?” Trent’s brows furrowed as he looked up at Oscar. “Don’t you need lube?”
“Vampires heal fast. The pain’s already gone.”
Oscar’s fingers found Trent’s, intertwining and bringing their hands up and against the wall above Trent’s head. Oscar kissed him, and this time it was a ravage. His tongue searched, leaving no stone unturned, and Trent basked in the sweet taste of hints of ash and crisp apple.
Then Oscar began to move. He squeezed around Trent, milking the man’s cock with his talented ass. Trent let out a long groan.
“I forgot to ask permission to do this,” Oscar said as he moved. His head fell to Trent’s shoulder, leaving tiny gifts of kisses in little circles.
“You don’t ever need permission,” Trent gasped. “Whenever you want.”
“I told you, I’m proving that you can trust me.” Oscar nibbled on Trent’s ear, his tongue flicking at the lobe as Trent squirmed.
“I trust you!” Trent was having trouble getting any words out. The sensations were so intense.
Oscar’s face grew serious for a moment. “Good.” Then he leaned back, closed his eyes, and set a brutal pace, whining as he slammed Trent’s dick up into his prostate over and over.
“Oscar…I won’t last…”
“I know, baby, I know.” Oscar’s eyes were squeezed tight now, and he was so pretty, the muscles of his abs tightening as he pushed himself harder. “I want it. I want your cum.”
“Fuck, Oscar…”
“I’m close, baby.”
Oscar’s muscles strained, chasing his orgasm, a beautiful specimen of aggressive grace, like an athlete at the top of his form. The sounds he made drove Trent absolutely insane, and as Oscar neared his climax, Trent knew that he wanted one thing. He said the words that he thought he’d never utter to any vampire, the words that meant he was truly gone for this man.
“Bite me.”
Oscar’s eyes snapped open. His fangs peeked out from behind his lips.
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as he kept up his pace, driving them both to oblivion.
This was it. If Trent was really going to be with Oscar, this moment of vulnerability would prove it. And he wanted it. He did. More than anything. Enough to get over his fear.
“Do it.”
Oscar lunged, his face desperate and wild, and Trent felt a sharp pain in his neck. Then everything exploded.
His vision went white as he came, and Oscar’s arms tightened around him as the two of them vibrated together. They were so close, they were as close as two people could be, and it was good. Better than good.
He slowly came back to himself as Oscar’s tongue gently ran over the puncture marks in his neck. Oscar sealed the wound, and Trent felt the holes close.
Oscar lifted up and brought their foreheads together, his arms joining them even more tightly, if that were possible. Trent was still inside the man, his cock not yet fully soft. His dick wanted them to stay locked together as much as Trent himself did.
“Was that okay?” Oscar asked. “I know?—”
“Sshh.” Trent kissed him lightly on the lips. “It was perfect.”
“I want it to always be perfect for you.” There was a hint of uncertainty in Oscar’s eyes.
“ You are perfect.” Trent breathed out, relaxing further into their embrace. “It’s better than I could have imagined.”
“Oh, baby, there’s so much more to come.”
Trent attacked the pancakes, stabbing a triangle of deliciousness, dipping it into syrup and butter to make it more delicious, and sliding it down his throat. He glanced up at Oscar, who, of course, didn’t need to eat. He was sipping elegantly on a cup of tea. Trent shot Oscar a look and shoveled more pancake into his mouth.
“Will you come to my place tonight?” Trent asked around the mouthful of sweet sponge.
The twenty-four-hour diner was hopping, considering it was the middle of the afternoon. The white noise of chatter and silverware clinking was a rolling backdrop to their conversation, and the perfume of coffee and bacon grease wafted through the air.
“You can take the time to eat, love. I’m not in a hurry. I’m sure you worked up an appetite.” Oscar winked at him. He was so annoying. And adorable.
Trent chewed, swallowed, and laid his fork down. He did need to chill for a minute, or he would get a stomachache. Oscar was right, though. He hadn’t been this ravenous in a long time.
He took a slug of coffee and glanced back at Oscar. Oscar’s eyebrows raised, a look of amusement on his face.
“What?” Trent asked.
“You are just very…animalistic right now? Are you always like this when you eat? I like it.”
“Only when I’m having pancakes at three p.m. after vigorous sex in a semi-public place.” Trent rolled his eyes and leaned back. “Now answer my question.”
“Ah.” Oscar took another sip. “I would very much like to be with you tonight, but I cannot.”
“Why?” It was silly of Trent to assume that Oscar would want to immediately spend a ton of time together, even if they were mates. He didn’t like this one-eighty turn he’d taken. He liked people to need him , and not the other way around.
“We…we’re going into the covenhouse in Canarsie tonight.”
“I’ll come. Just let me go home and get my gear. I’ll watch your back.” The words were out without Trent even thinking about them. Trent marveled at the switch that had flipped inside him. Now that he’d accepted that Oscar was his mate, his protectiveness and possessiveness were at a ten.
“You can’t come, Trent. You’re human.” Oscar’s voice was soft and compassionate, but Trent bristled at the words, nonetheless.
“I can kill a vampire just as well as anyone else. You know that. And you haven’t seen me fight when I’m fully armed and prepared.”
“I know how good you are, Trent,” Oscar said, reaching across the diner table and resting his hand on Trent’s forearm. It was warm and comforting, even though Trent wanted to be annoyed.
“But if someone tears out your throat or disembowels you, you’re dead .” Oscar’s voice shook as he spoke. “I can’t take care of you and also do what needs to be done.”
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me!” Trent heard his voice getting louder, and an old woman in a purple cardigan glared at him from the next table. He glared right back.
“But I’m your mate, Trent.” Oscar sighed. “I won’t be able to help myself. If you’re there, all my focus will be on protecting you. Lillian would never allow it.”
There was a screech of ceramic against linoleum as Trent pushed the plate of pancakes away. He was being a brat, he knew that, but the thought of Oscar being in danger without him there to protect him made his skin itch.
“I’ll follow behind, then. You can’t stop me from coming in after you.”
“Trent, please. I…I have to do this for myself.”
Trent crossed his arms. He didn’t say anything.
“So much of this is my fault,” Oscar said. Trent hated the sorrow that crept into Oscar’s eyes.
“I shouldn’t have assumed Elliott was dead,” Oscar continued. “I should have known he would stick around the city, that he would still be capable of doing evil. If I hadn’t been so concerned with myself, those vampires wouldn’t have attacked you, and you wouldn’t have come so close to death.”
Trent reached both hands out to grab Oscar’s, squeezing tightly.
“Then you never would have known I was your mate.”
A small but honest smile spread across Oscar’s face. He nodded.
“Thank you, but…I have to do this on my own.”
“Okay.” Trent’s stomach churned with anxiety even as he capitulated. Was this what loving someone was like? Making these compromises?
Love? Was that what this was? Had Oscar gone from his rival to his love so quickly?
Trent pushed the thought away. There wasn’t the time for that.
“But call me if you need me. Promise.”
Oscar frowned for a moment, but ultimately nodded.
“I promise.”