26. Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hudson
The last month has been so smooth. I was worried with Trey moving here that it would completely throw me, and for a while it did, but the more time we spend together, the more he understands me.
He understands that I need to go home on the nights I work, because I have everything set at home, just the way I like it to run through my routine to prepare for work.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t stay late at his house at all hours of the night.
It also means that he spends nights at my house, which doesn’t throw me at all—at least, not anymore.
I’ve thought back on college a lot over the last month, wondering how things were so different for me then, and I realize it was because I was just dealing with things.
I was masking a lot. Doing things that weren’t comfortable because I felt like I had to.
Once I got into my own routine, my own world, and didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, I got comfortable and now I don’t want to go back.
But I am getting used to being with someone, having a partner—a boyfriend.
One I miss very much when he isn’t here.
He’s been gone for close to two weeks, having to do back to back conventions.
As much as I crave my normal routine when I’m with Trey, I miss him when he’s not around.
It’s difficult to wrap my head around. How can I want him to be there and not be there at the same time?
Though, I guess it’s not that I don’t want him to be there, it’s just that it’s something I need to get used to.
Yeah, that sounds right. It’ll take time, and thankfully… he understands.
Christmas went over well with my family, though we did not stay long.
I’d already warned Trey that it would be a quick dinner and that was all.
Mandy wasn’t there for that either, because we’d left before she got there.
She blew up Trey’s phone about it, which annoyed me to no end and we got into a little spat with him defending himself and her, saying they’re just friends.
He didn’t understand that it wasn’t jealousy. It was just… boundaries.
But I am relieved that I don’t have to deal with my family again for another year, though I promised my mother I am going to try to see my dad more often. He is at least easier to tolerate.
Trey and I have been going out more in public and acting more normal together.
Holding hands. Quick kisses. That sort of thing.
It’s a lot easier to do when it’s in small doses and I don’t feel obligated.
In fact, I’m the one who initiates a lot of the time.
I like the way his hand feels in mine, and the way his cheek feels against my lips.
I do note the way he tenses slightly when people stare, but it doesn’t stop him.
We’re figuring this out. And we’re doing it together.
My phone dings as I grab my bag to head out of my office to go home.
Trey
Flight got delayed. Not sure what time I’ll be there, but I’m taking an Uber. No arguments.
I put my things down to respond.
Me
But I was planning on seeing you tonight.
Trey
At this point, I won’t be there until sometime in the middle of the night.
Me
It’s Friday. I don’t mind waiting up.
Trey
www you really miss me, huh?
I roll my eyes.
Me
You know I do. So how about I go to your place tonight and wait for you?
Trey
Love that idea!
See you soon. Hopefully. 3
I stop home to drop off my work things and grab an overnight bag, then I make my way to Trey’s house and get comfortable. I make a quick dinner, watch TV while having a beer, and when my eyelids start getting heavy around eleven, I go to his room, change, and get into bed.
Even though he hasn’t been here in a couple of weeks, his bed still smells like him, especially the pillow. So I lay on that side and fall asleep almost immediately.
I’m woken up sometime later by footsteps.
I lift my head and glance toward the door and see a shadow through the dark.
“Sorry,” Trey says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I toss the blankets off me and get up to go to him. I pull him into a hug and kiss his neck, then his lips. He’s cold from outside, but it doesn’t deter me. He smells like oranges, cinnamon, and evergreen.
“I missed you,” I breathe.
I don’t know if it’s my half-sleep state or just him being gone for so long, but I feel like I need him.
Right here. Right now.I unzip his jacket, sliding it off as I find his lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
We work together to get the rest of his clothes off, and I turn him so his back is to the bed and guide him backwards until he’s falling onto it, me on top of him.
He moans, his hands sliding up my back and pulling me closer. His fingers slide through my hair as he grips the locks tight, his mouth moving hurriedly against mine.
I move to his neck and make my way down his chest and stomach until I reach his cock, which I take into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his hand coming to rest on my head. “Wait, hold on—”
I look up at him, raising a brow. “I have to run out early in the morning to drop off some samples a few towns over.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask.
“Because I want you to know, so you don’t wake up and find me gone and not know where I am.”
I lean up and kiss his lips. “Think I’m going to tire us out so much we pass out right after?”
“No, not think… know,” he says, his voice tinged with humor and lust.
I huff a laugh, then go back to his dick. Even in the low light, I can see his pronounced veins, the small bead of arousal pebbled at his tip.
Saliva drips down, and I swipe it up, dragging my finger over his hole. It clenches and he moans louder.
“Is this okay?” I ask, running my lips along his shaft.
“Yes,” he breathes out.
I lick the head of his cock while massaging his hole, over and over, until he loosens up a little and allows me in. I barely get a knuckle in before he’s tensing again.
“Relax,” I say.
I take him into my mouth, wanting him to focus on that, rather than my finger.
I suck him slowly, not wanting him to come, because I have plans for him tonight, but wanting him to let me in.
Eventually he does and when I press on his prostate, he jumps off the bed.
“Holy shit!”
His breath catches in his throat as his chest rises and falls, his lips parted as he gasps for air.
I kiss the tip of his dick, keeping my finger inside him while I crawl up his body to kiss him. His nails dig into my arm as I fuck him with my finger and deepen the kiss at the same time. He moans, his body relaxing as he thrusts into my hand.
“Another,” he breathes.
I smirk as I carefully add another finger, moving my mouth to his neck and sucking. His head falls back and he gives me more of his neck, his deep moans filling the air. I swear, I’ll never get tired of this—of hearing the sounds he makes for me. It’s wildly addicting.
“I want you, Trey,” I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder.
“O-okay,” he says.
I fuck him hard and slow with my fingers, loving the way he feels around me. I don’t know what it is about tonight, but there is no holding back.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Definitely. Yes. Fuck—that feels so good.”
“Do you have lube? Condoms?”
“Drawer,” is all he manages to say.
Regretfully, I pull my fingers from him, and kiss his chest before climbing over to the bedside drawer and find the bottle of lube that’s half empty and a brand new box of condoms. I tear it open and take one from the pack, then settle myself between his legs.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
My eyes have adjusted to the dark, so I make out his head moving up and down in a nod.
“If you’re not, if we need to talk about it more, if you’re—”
He sits up, grabbing my cheeks and kissing me. “I want to do this, Huds. Trust me, if I didn’t, I would say no. That’s why I made sure I was, you know… prepared… just in case.”
“Okay, and, uh… just so you know, I’d want you to fuck me too.”
He huffs a laugh. “Good. Because I’ve thought about it.”
Trey kisses me again, moving his lips along my jaw, my neck, and my chest as I roll on the condom and add more lube.
“Lay down,” I tell him.
He bites my nipple, causing me to growl, before he lies back with a smirk on his face.
“I bet I’m going to come so fucking good like this,” he says.
“I’ll make sure you do.”
I use too much lube, making sure I get enough on him and me. You can’t be too careful. When I’m satisfied with how it all feels, I press the tip of my dick to his hole, and instantly, he clenches.
“This won’t work if you don’t relax.”
“Sorry. I’m trying.”
“Touch yourself,” I say.
“I might come.”
“Just do it slowly,” I say, moving forward a little more.
His hand wraps around his dick and I watch as he slowly jerks himself off, doing exactly as I said. The muscles in his stomach tighten, and his breathing hitches with each up-stroke.
I slide in a little further, but he’s so tight, I’m not sure this is actually going to work.
But as I ease in a little more, I feel him loosening, relaxing, and even pushing forward—like he wants it.
I go as slow as I can, focusing more on him than on myself, which is difficult because he feels so damn good.
“Fuck, Hudson,” he says when I’m halfway in.
“Too much?”
“Not enough.”
I add more lube, just to be safe, then I slide all the way in.
We both let out a long breath, and I look down at him, a warm feeling in my chest as I realize what the hell is going on between us. It’s been happening, and of course I know that, but this is different. This is… so much more.
“Hudson,” Trey breathes, his free hand coming up to brush my hair away.
I lean down to kiss him, and then I start to move. Slow and steady thrusts, trying to hold the orgasm back but I don’t think it’ll work.
“Fuck, Hudson—yes, right there. Do that again—”
I don’t know what I did, but I try to do it again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, stroking his dick faster. “Yes, fuck. That’s so good. I’m going to come…”
He tenses, clenching my dick so hard, and then his erupts, splattering my stomach and chest. The heat of it, the image of it, has me falling right over the edge with him. I come with a grunt, thrusting into him harder and riding out my orgasm.
I fall on top of him, needing to catch my breath. I feel his heart pounding in sync with mine. Feel his lips press against my forehead.
“I missed you too, Huds,” he says in the sweetest fucking voice.
I just hold on to him tighter.
It’s way too early when my alarm goes off, especially since it’s Saturday morning.
I grab my phone from the bedside table, only to see that it isn’t my alarm that’s going off—it’s the group text.
The guys are blowing it the fuck up. My vision is still blurry from sleep, so I sit up and rub my eyes before scrolling up to see what the hell they’re talking about.
Austen and Cameron’s wedding.
Invitations went out.
They’re celebrating and making plans, and—
Alex
Trey, you better bring that fiancée of yours.
I bet she’s hot as hell.
My stomach drops. I forgot about that. I forgot that all of them think he’s engaged to some woman, some… person who doesn’t exist. I wasn’t mad at him for lying about it then, but I’m mad about it now. Because what the fuck?
I glance at the empty bed, remembering that Trey said he had to run out early to drop off samples. I didn’t even hear him wake up. He hasn’t responded to these texts though. Maybe he hasn’t seen them? Or maybe he just doesn’t want to tell them.
No, don’t do that, Hudson. Don’t do it.
We haven’t talked about telling any of them. Maybe this will be a good opportunity to do it.
I scroll through the rest of the texts. There’s a good portion of the guys going on about his fiancée and what she must look like and how they met. I swear, they’re all a bunch of children still… though, I can’t say much, because when we’re all together, I guess I’m the same way.
Cameron even mentions putting Trey down for a plus one…
Are we going to tell them? We have to tell them, right? According to the texts, the wedding is in May and we have plenty of time to figure this all out. It’s not like we’re heading there tonight.
Still, I don’t like the way any of this makes me feel.
Even though Trey has been more comfortable with being with a man, I still can’t help but think back to the look on his face at the restaurant when I went to introduce him to my co-worker.
And the problem is… I may have my own issues but none of them have anything to do with Trey being a guy.
I’d be the same if he was a girl. This is just me.
But it’s not the same with him. He has reservations about things because I’m a guy.
And how could we ever move forward with this if he can’t get over the fact that I am a guy and always will be?
He’s getting there, slowly, I think, but…
I don’t know. I guess I’m just concerned that this is going to be an issue in the future.