Trevor pulled off and looked up at Simon, who looked down at him. “You want to come together? How sweet. See? You are a romantic.”
Simon playfully pushed Trevor’s head. “Fuck off.”
“Us off. Us, remember?” Trevor stood and got rid of his clothes as quickly as he could. “Sit down,” he told Simon, who did. He could tell that much like the rest of his life, Simon wasn’t used to doing what he was told in the bedroom. But still, this was his first time with a man in a long time, and he seemed to need Trevor to take the lead on it.
Trevor didn’t mind.
“I like the nipple piercing,” Simon said.
Trevor cocked a brow. “We can do yours too.” There wasn’t a chance of that and he knew it.
“There’s no lube out here,” Simon added.
“I’ll spit on my fucking hand.” He realized how crass his words were and started to backtrack. He didn’t want to screw this moment up. Simon wasn’t used to being with a man. Not anymore. And even if he was, maybe that kind of thing didn’t do it for him. He was a fucking heart surgeon who drove a Lexus and didn’t watch TV. Maybe things like that turned him off. “I didn’t—”
But Simon spitting in his own hand cut Trevor off. “Come here,” Simon said, and he did. He obviously was okay with taking the lead now.
Trevor straddled Simon’s lap as he sat on the couch. He was thick, really fucking thick, the head of his cock swollen and almost purple. Fat veins lined his shaft, and it was enough to almost make Trevor come right then.
Simon used both of his hands, wrapping them around their pricks, and started to stroke. Trevor thrust his hips forward, riding Simon’s lap as Simon jacked them off together. He loved the way their cocks rubbed against each other. He watched Simon’s eyes, looking for any sign that he was freaking out, but he wasn’t. His look was a mixture of desire and concentration. It was almost as though he was performing surgery, the way he paid such close attention to what he was doing. To the way he held them and the way he worked them together.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” Trevor kept moving. “I felt guilty, so fucking guilty, but I couldn’t help but want you.”
He was surprised to see Simon erupt at that. Come pulsed from his slit, the first shot flying up between them, and the other running down his shaft, giving them another natural lube.
“Christ. I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to come so soon,” Simon gasped. But he kept working them together, kept jacking Trevor off. “It feels so good.”
It was those words that made Trevor let go, that made his own dick unload pulse after pulse of thick come, mixing with Simon’s. Pooling in Simon’s navel and drops mixing in with the trail of hair on his stomach.
“Finally,” Trevor whispered as he climbed off Simon and onto the couch. He pulled Simon with him, who held back at first before he went easily, lying on his side, between Trevor’s legs, his upper body half on Trevor’s.
“The couch.”
Trevor grabbed his shirt and wiped up their come. “All better.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Go to sleep.” Trevor noticed Simon massaging his right hand. He wanted to do it for him but knew it would upset him, so he only closed his eyes.
“The lights are on. So is the television.” Simon tried to move but Trevor didn’t let him.
“So? Go to sleep.”
“Trevor...I...fuck, I just—”
“Shh. Go to sleep, Simon. Or if you want me to leave, tell me to. If not, then go to bed. I don’t need your words, okay? It’s not that I don’t want them, but I don’t need them. Not right this second.” Because he knew how much Simon struggled with words. “There’s time.” Or at least, he hoped there was.
***
They didn’t last long on the couch. Simon was surprised he slept at all. Not just because they were two men on a standard couch, but because he was sleeping with someone else. He hadn’t actually slept with anyone except Heather.
Only an hour or two after they...what did he even call it? Had sex? Jerked off together? Simon was awake again.
“You think too much,” Trevor’s voice was scratchy. Simon didn’t even realize he was awake.
“It’s a bad habit. I spend more time thinking than I do anything else.” He thought about his hand, and getting his career back more than he did anything about it. He thought and studied more than he had fun in college. He used his brain instead of his heart with Heather.
