Chapter 10 #4
When he was finally all the way in, Trevor gave a half gasp, half sob. “Shit,” he cried as Lane shifted inside him.
It felt good but also, like a lot. Like if Lane moved too soon, too fast, Trevor was just going to lose it.
Lane lifted his leg and gave the inside of his knee a tender kiss, leaning over him more. “I’m gonna move now,” he murmured into the air between them.
Trevor nodded and he knew Lane tried to go slow, to go at his speed, but half a dozen strokes in, he was dying.
“More,” he begged, trying to shove his hips back. “God, more.”
Lane grimaced. “Baby, I’m—”
“More.”
Lane’s expression morphed from frustration to amusement. “Alright, you asked for it.”
Then he began to fuck him for real and it didn’t take long at all for Trevor to think he’d had sex before this, sex that he’d even assumed was fairly good, but he’d never had sex as good as this in his whole life.
It was everything about it. The quiet intimacy.
The gentle, almost tender look in Lane’s eyes, even as he thrust harder and harder, rubbing against that spot inside him that made Trevor shake and cry.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Trevor could barely believe it. His cock was barely brushing against Lane’s abs, the precome bubbling out of him making the slide a little easier, but he was right there, anyway, so freaking close. His pleasure a whole-body experience.
“Yeah,” Lane encouraged, and ground deep, tipping Trevor into his orgasm.
He’d never come like that in his whole life, and distantly, he felt rather than heard Lane’s answering groan as he followed him over the edge.
After, Trevor lay there, panting and spent, not sure he was ever going to move again. Unsure if he ever wanted to move again. He could fall asleep like this, just drift away.
Lane blanketed him, hot and sweaty, fluids already drying between them, sticking their skin together.
When Trevor finally blinked his eyes open, after what could’ve been two minutes or ten, he didn’t even know, but Lane was resting his chin on Trevor’s chest, staring right at him.
The look in his blue eyes was soft and fond.
Clearing his throat, Trevor said the first thing that came to mind. “We’re gonna do that again, right?”
Lane chuckled deep, the sound rumbling through Trevor. “I sure hope so.”
“Good.” Trevor considered closing his eyes again, maybe actually falling asleep this way, but if he did, he’d have to look away from Lane, and he really, really didn’t want to.
He’d known that he liked him, of course, but he’d liked people before—even told his ex that he’d loved her—and he’d never felt like this before.
Something new blooming inside him, exciting and reassuring, at the same time.
“We should—” Lane shrugged. “Like clean up? Then dinner?”
On cue, Trevor’s stomach rumbled. “Oh right. I didn’t make dinner.”
“We could order,” Lane suggested.
“Hell no, we just got those groceries and we’re gonna use them, especially now that you’re not gonna be stupid about trying to feed us.”
“Ouch,” Lane said, but he was smiling, still.
“Dinner,” Trevor said, trying to use the single word in lieu of an entire pep talk.
“Yep,” Lane agreed. With a groan, he pushed off Trevor and Trevor had to clench his fists together so he wouldn’t reach for him again, and pull him back in.
The sex was over, and for right now, that feeling of inevitable closeness that he’d begun to crave from Lane.
He’d have it back, of course, later on the couch when they watched something, and after that, when they went to bed together.
Lane came back to bed a minute later, they finished getting cleaned up and Trevor stole a pair of Lane’s shorts out of the closet, even though they were kinda big on him, because the thought of going back to his room felt bad in a way that he didn’t want to look too hard at right now.
Plus, there were the appreciative looks Lane gave him as he moved around the kitchen, making dinner for them.
They’d just finished eating when Lane glanced over at him, and instead of gathering up the dishes, said, “That was not what I expected.”
He had a cautious, uncertain tone.
Trevor told himself not to freak out. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, God, we were fighting not even ten minutes before that.”
“A little, yeah.” Trevor still thought Lane was wrong. He wasn’t going to change his mind about that, not anytime soon.
“But you still wanted me. And you trusted me enough to do . . . well, to do that.”
Trevor wanted to make fun of Lane for referring to fucking him as that. But he wasn’t going to, because Lane already looked so uneasy.
“Yeah, of course I did. We’re not always going to agree about everything,” Trevor said. “Just because we don’t agree and we bitch about that, doesn’t mean I don’t like you or I don’t want to.” That’s kind of what a relationship is, he wanted to say, but he barely swallowed those words back, too.
Trevor had only been in one of those, before this, and it hadn’t exactly been a huge success. Who was he to define it for Lane? Not that, to his knowledge, Lane knew anything about relationships either.
“Huh,” Lane said, thinking about what Trevor had said. What he’d actually said, of course, not the things he hadn’t said. Which only made Trevor think about them more.
“Do you like me less because I brought up the video stuff to Aidan?” Trevor only asked the question because he knew the answer. Felt confident about the answer.
If he hadn’t been that sure, he couldn’t have ever asked like this; he’d have been a wreck, worrying about Lane telling him something he didn’t want to hear.
And on cue, Lane looked downright shocked. Like he’d never even imagined that. “No,” he said vehemently.
“Then, I don’t get it,” Trevor said.
The corner of Lane’s lips quirked up. “I guess . . . I didn’t think about it, really?”
“No, you didn’t,” Trevor said.
The more they got into this, the more he was realizing they really did need to have an honest conversation about it, at some point. How? Trevor really wasn’t sure.
But he did have one idea. While Lane was cleaning up the kitchen, Trevor pulled out his phone and opened the group chat between him, Cam, and Jordan.
911, he sent. Who can meet tomorrow after practice?
Less than five minutes later, they had plans to meet up at Vault tomorrow night.
They would know what to do.
Well, Cam probably would. Jordan would probably be less than zero help, but he could bring his wallet and take care of buying the drinks.