“Okay, so no fucking. I really want your dick in my mouth, though.” Trevor palmed Simon’s erection through his pants and Simon moaned. “And mine in yours. I’ll jerk us off together too. We should hurry. There’s a lot to do.”

There was another laugh from Simon. He couldn’t help it, and then his hands were on Trevor’s face. He felt the man’s short beard against his palms. He rubbed it, let it prick into his skin as he kissed Trevor. It was Simon leading this time. Him pushing his tongue into Trevor’s mouth. Simon taking a step forward so he could get to the bedroom. That forward step was a backward one for Trevor, and then...”Oh, shit.”

Simon caught Trevor as he almost fell over the coffee table. They were both like inexperienced virgins needing to get off. It had been a long time, close to two years since Simon had an orgasm with anyone other than himself.

“I’m not usually so bad at this. In fact, I’m usually pretty damn good at it. I just...” He wanted Trevor so fucking much. He didn’t usually say things like that...though it seems he did with Trevor. He’d told him tonight that he wanted him and missed him. That was huge for Simon.

“I want you, too.” Trevor kissed him slowly this time. There wasn’t the same urgency to it, but the passion was still there. He kissed Simon’s neck again, down his chest, only he didn’t stop. Trevor pushed the table out of the way with his foot, and then kneeled, kissing Simon’s stomach.

His fingers worked the button and zipper on Simon’s pants as he continued kissing and biting at Simon’s stomach. Simon ran a hand through Trevor’s hair the way Trevor did to himself a hundred times a day.

Trevor’s hands shoved down the back of his pants. First, Trevor cupped his ass and he could swear his knees went weak. Next Trevor shoved his jeans and underwear down. Then his mouth was back, kissing the crease where Simon’s leg met his hip.

He looked down at him, this broad, sexy man on his knees, who leaned forward and buried his face in Simon’s crotch, in his pubic hair, breathing him in.

“Suck me,” Simon managed to grit out. “Please, suck me.”

His whole body shuddered when Trevor did exactly what he asked.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Trevor had always been really good about turning off the logical part of his brain. He was good at ignoring it, and just doing what he wanted, and this was no different. It didn’t matter that they were doing a remodel for Simon, and it didn’t matter that they were friends. That Simon hadn’t touched a man since college, and that this could ruin their friendship. Later, it would matter. Later, it would hurt like hell, but right now, he just did what he wanted.

And he wanted Simon.

Trevor reached up, tested the weight of Simon’s balls in his hand as he sucked Simon’s crown into his mouth. He didn’t take him deep. Not at first. He just teased the end, hollowing his cheeks out for suction.

“Holy shit. Jesus fucking Christ,” Simon mumbled above him, and Trevor smiled around the head of Simon’s cock.

See what you’ve been missing? he wanted to tell him. When I told you I was gay, you could have told me you liked men, too. We could have been doing this the whole time.

But he hadn’t, and that was another thing Trevor didn’t want to think about—the why of it. Instead, he focused on what he was doing, and took Simon deep this time. He inhaled, taking in the musky smell of him before pulling off and then swallowing him down again.

He wanted Simon’s ass. Wanted Simon to have his too. Wanted to fuck Simon’s mouth and let Simon fuck his, because Simon wasn’t fucking him. Right now he was letting Trevor lead the blowjob.

Trevor let Simon’s dick slip out of his mouth with a pop before going lower, and sucking each of Simon’s balls, first the left, then the right. They hung low, and he always fucking loved that, low-hanging balls.

He moved back to Simon’s cock, sucking him again, playing with Simon’s sac as he did.

“Trev...that feels so good. I’m going to come if you keep going.”

It was the first time Simon called him Trev. It suggested a level of intimacy they hadn’t touched before, and he wanted that too, the sound of his name on Simon’s lips along with his come. “That’s the point. Do it. Want to taste you.”

He sucked the head with deep pulls again.

“Oh fuck. Don’t say things like that. I don’t want to lose it yet.”

Trevor sucked hard. He let his hand travel back, tracing the crease of Simon’s ass with his fingers.

“You said...fuck, that feels good...you said you wanted...to jerk...us off...together.”