He wrapped his arms around Trevor, palming his ass as they moved in unison, fucking each other’s mouths.

It was so different, the feel of Trevor’s body against him. The other men he’d been with, they hadn’t been built like Trevor—hard muscle.

They both moved together, kissing and rubbing their dicks against each other. It was a stupid game to play. Pre-come leaked from his head, but he couldn’t stop, either.

Until Trevor made the decision for him.

He pulled Simon down the bed slightly, taking his head off the pillows before shoving one under his hips. He kneeled between Simon’s legs, then took the lube and coated his finger. Trevor leaned forward again, another hard kiss before his cold, wet finger circled Simon’s hole.

His first instinct was to tense up, but he caught himself before Trevor could tell him to relax...he moved...trying to get his ass closer to Trevor. They’d danced around this long enough.

Trevor took the hint, pushing a finger inside, tongue in Simon’s mouth as his finger took his hole.

And then there was another one there, stretching him, moving inside him. They didn’t stop kissing the whole time.

He kept going, stretching Simon, getting him ready, until, “We can go slow next time. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside you soon.”

“Then do it. I’m waiting.” Simon tried to sound as though he wasn’t nervous. He wanted this. He wasn’t scared, but it was new.

Trevor ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it on. He was big, thick. It would be a big adjustment over the two fingers he’d just had.

Trevor kneeled on his legs, knees bent in front of him. He lubed himself and Simon before pulling Simon closer. Simon was still on his back, but when Trevor pushed Simon’s legs up, close to his chest.

“I’m good at this, I promise.” He winked at Simon and then leaned forward, eased Simon’s legs back more, and pushed inside. It burned, stretched. He felt full, too full, and then... “You got it, baby. I’m almost in. I’ll fuck you good.” He leaned forward more, making it easier to get inside Simon.

Pleasure rolled through him, loosened him up, and that’s when Trevor started to fuck. The burn edged to nothing but pleasure. ”Christ, that feels incredible.” Out of his mind good.

“Hold your legs,” Trevor told him and Simon did. It was then that Trevor wrapped a hand around Simon’s erection; he was wet with lube as he jacked Simon off—jacked him off and fucked him.

Their bodies were slick with sweat as Trevor leaned over him, hammering into Simon over and over. Each thrust went straight to his balls, making them want to explode. He wanted to let loose. To let go.

Trevor adjusted his thrusts, changed the angle just as his hand squeezed tighter on Simon’s prick. One squeeze, and a rope of come shot from him. Trevor pumped again, and another jetted out, then another, before Trevor tensed above him. He let go, his face a look of pleasure and concentration as he came in two long thrusts inside of Simon.

“We’ll figure it out,” Trevor said again as he lay on top of Simon. Simon kissed the bruise on the side of his forehead.

They would. Whatever was going on—their relationship, where it went from here, getting over their issues, they’d find a way to figure it out.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Neither Trevor nor Blake ever mentioned their fight. That’s how it went with them. Every time Trevor let Blake down, they acted like it never happened. He had no idea who was letting who down this time, but they fell into the easy rut of pretending things were fine.

They worked together and laughed together. It wasn’t like they steered clear of each other. They had dinner with their mom another night—where Trevor had to make up an excuse for his bruised face—but no matter how much they acted like nothing had happened, it was always there. Trevor felt it, and he had no doubt that Blake did as well.

The weeks turned into another month, and then six weeks. It was near the end of August, and they were about a week away from finishing Simon’s house. Trevor had never been so nervous in his life. This was Simon’s home, his home, that he’d trusted Trevor with, and he didn’t want to fuck that up.

“That paint shade doesn’t look right. Are you sure the painter is using the right one? I don’t think that’s what Simon ordered.” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at his brother, who smiled while shaking his head at Trevor.

Jason walked up and put an arm around Blake. “We’re not going to fuck up your boyfriend’s house, Trev. Breathe.”