It was only the sharp knock at the door that stopped him. Startled, Trey pulled away from the strong arms around him. "Yeah?"
"Your ice cream's getting eaten." Chance opened the door and looked squarely at Trey, ignoring Deuce altogether. "Just thought you should know."
Trey took a deep breath and nodded. Chance knew Trey didn't give a damn about his dessert at that moment. The unspoken message was clear. "Yessir, okay. Thanks. We'll be right there."
"Take your time," Chance replied easily, which Trey knew actually meant "you'd better get your ass back into the other room".
"Okay, Cap. I got it." Trey glanced at Deuce. "Come on."
"Sure." Deuce put his hands back in his pockets, not looking at all embarrassed. "I love ice cream. I hope there's some left."
"There's plenty," Trey muttered as he shouldered his way past his captain. Chance did not look bothered.
And there was, in fact, a whole carton left in the freezer. The only thing that had gotten demolished were the fresh sliced peaches that were supposed to go over the top of the ice cream, but Trey figured he and Deuce could choke down some plain ice cream anyway.
A bowl and a half later, Trey wiped his mouth and gave Deuce a rueful look. It was getting close to seven-thirty, the time when the crew changed from uniforms into shorts and T-shirts and began settling down for the evening. Visitors had to go.
"I'll walk you out," Trey said, putting their ice cream bowls in the sink.
"Cool." Deuce looked around, spotted Jack watching TV from an easy chair, and waved to catch his eye. "Thanks for supper." He waved at a couple of others who called out good nights, then followed Trey out to collect the dogs. "That was fun, thank you."
"You held your own. Good job." Trey laughed and snapped his fingers at Six, who followed obediently. "People are always surprised the first time they hang out in a firehouse."
"Bunch of guys sitting around eating ribs. It's kind of like a frat house." Deuce laughed. "Except there's news on the TV instead of porn. Your den dad is on the ball, though. How did he know?"
"He just does." Trey made a face. "He's good at his job. Sorry about that. Work is not the best place to mess around, especially since you're not a chick." It sucked, but it was a fact.
"Sorry I got you in trouble." Deuce smiled and loaded the dogs into his car. "I'll try to see you in the morning -- I can be a little late."
"Nah, I'm not in trouble. And he's not a talker, so he won't blab it." Trey gave Six one last scratch behind his ears and leaned into Deuce for a fast kiss. "Wait for me tomorrow. I'll get home as soon as I can."
"I'll have the coffee on." Deuce kissed him back and got in the car. "I hope you sleep tonight. You'll need your energy tomorrow." He started the engine and grinned. "Bye, Trey."
"Night." Trey closed Deuce's door for him and stood back. When Deuce pulled out of the driveway and turned for home, Trey stayed and watched the taillights for as long as he could.
Deuce had a very hard time concentrating at work. His morning had started in the usual way, to the baying of puppies who needed out, and had remained normal right up until Trey had arrived home. Deuce had held off going to work as long as he could, going so far as to drive instead of ride, but they still only had time for a few fast kisses before Deuce had to leave.
Trey seemed tired, too, so Deuce hoped that he'd found time to nap during the day.
At lunch, Deuce had sent a few text messages home, asking about the dogs, if Trey wanted him to pick anything up on the way home, that sort of domestic stuff that made Deuce happy in a weird, indefinable way. They discussed dinner and settled on grilling again with a decent salad as a side, and then Deuce faced his afternoon at his desk.
His mind continually drifted into areas it absolutely should not when he was unable to go even so far as the coffee machine without passing four people. He was trapped at his desk most of the day with a hard-on that would only fade and not really go away.
"This is ridiculous." He was muttering to himself by the time quitting time came. He shut off all his computers and monitors and draped his suit jacket in front of himself when he left, like the way he'd held his text books in high school. "Utterly ridiculous."
The drive home was uneventful, thank God. It was also long, due to traffic, but the traffic at least distracted him enough that he could walk straight when got there. Of course, the moment he walked in the door and saw Trey, all his blood flooded south yet again, anyway. "Hey, I'm home," he said lamely, tossing his jacket over a chair and putting his bag on the floor. "Miss me?"
"All day," came the welcome response. Trey gently shoved a dog aside with his foot. "Me first, pooch."
"You first, for sure. Have they been out lately? Can we ignore them for a while?" He was trying to reach Trey and shed his work shirt at the same time, every part of him wanting to rush and take and have.
"They've been out all day in the yard with me." Trey helped with Deuce's shirt, their fingers brushing together. "They're fine. I'm so glad you're home."
"Me, too. God, kiss me." Deuce tangled a few of his fingers with Trey's. "I couldn't even think today."
Trey complied easily. He tightened his fingers around Deuce's and used his other hand to shove Deuce's shirt off his shoulders. "I tried to nap," he whispered between kisses. "But I couldn't. I wanted to call and tell you to come home early." He shoved a leg in between Deuce's and pressed up against him.
"I might never go to work again." Deuce laughed and rocked his hips. "Standing up isn't going to work real well for me for very long, just so you know." He dropped his hands to Trey's ass and squeezed. "God, you feel good."
"Come on." Trey took the hand he was holding and tugged. "I changed the sheets." He paused for a moment and considered his statement. "Or maybe I should have waited. Oh, well." He pulled on Deuce's hand again.
"There's more clean ones in my room. Or we can do laundry. Whatever." Deuce went with him eagerly, pulling him back once before they got there just to kiss him again and grope Trey's cock over his pants. He loved the feel of Trey in his hand, loved the startled sound he made.
He wasn't expecting Trey to lean back against the wall in the hallway and yank Deuce to him. "The bedroom is far." Trey kissed him and didn't seem too intent on getting to those clean sheets he'd promised.
"True enough." Deuce groped him again and pushed him into the wall. "We'll get there eventually." He tugged at Trey's shirt and teased a finger under the waistband of Trey's shorts. "What did you think about when you couldn't nap?"
A hand cupped Deuce's cock. "This. You. What I wanted to do to you. What I wanted done to me."
"Good." Deuce leaned close and whispered in Trey's ear. "Very, very good." He got his hand shoved down the front of Trey's shorts. "In the hall? Here?" He squeezed.
Deuce was rewarded with a gasp from Trey and the pretty sight of Trey's head going back against the wall. Deuce watched the long line of his throat as Trey swallowed and nodded. "Here. Can you do that again?"
"Later." Deuce licked Trey's neck. "Know what I thought about when I got home last night and had all the little critters sleeping and the house was quiet?"
Trey whimpered and moved his head, presumably to give Deuce better access. He didn't answer, but Deuce could tell he was listening.
Deuce held Trey's erection firmly in his hand and moved his own hips so he could rub along a strong thigh. "I thought about laying you down and opening you up. About sliding wet fingers into you and about watching your face. I want to lick you, and touch you, and hold your hips while I fuck you, Trey. I want to hold you to me and feel you move around me. That's what I thought about." He squeezed again.
Trey's breathing increased, and Deuce could see him swallow again. "Now?" he whispered, nudging against Deuce's hand. "I want it."
Deuce smiled and gave Trey's cock a stroke. "Now would be good. But not in the hall. Fucking you up against a wall is something for next time."
Trey's glance toward the bedroom was telling. "Bed," he said. His eyes were bright but dazed looking, and he didn't move from his position.
"Bed." Deuce nodded and kissed him, then let him go. He stood back, he got his hand out of Trey's pants and he removed himself from Trey's personal space. "Do you have everything in there, or should I get stuff from my room?" he asked politely, delighted at how responsive Trey was. He was getting hotter by the second and stepping back was the only way to maintain his self-control.
"Um." Trey licked his lips and took a moment to come back to himself. "I've got it." He nodded to confirm. "Ready?" Trey held out a hand that Deuce could see was trembling slightly.
"I've been ready for ages," Deuce said with complete honesty. He took Trey's hand and smiled at him encouragingly. He knew he should let Trey lead the way, it being his room and all, but he wound up almost pulling Trey into the room anyway.
He kissed Trey's mouth again and pulled his T-shirt up, sliding his hands over Trey's belly and chest, then around to his back. He loved the way Trey felt, smooth skin over hard muscle. With the shirt up but not yet off, Deuce tweaked one of Trey's nipples, just to see if Trey was one of the sensitive ones. Some were, some weren't.
The reaction he got told him everything he needed to know. Trey drew in a breath and arched his back, nearly knocking both of them off balance. "I need to lie down if you're going to do that."
"Okay." Deuce laughed softly and helped him get the T-shirt off, then started on the shorts. "Lying down is a good idea anyway." In a moment he had Trey's fly undone, and the shorts were falling off his hips, a very pretty sight.
Trey breathed a sigh of relief and reached for Deuce. "You, too. I want to touch you." He reached for Deuce's belt and began to unbuckle it, his erection brushing against Deuce's thigh. "Although I really like the business look."
"I like the uniformed fireman look. We can work something out." Deuce watched Trey undoing the belt and stood still, letting Trey do this for him. If nothing else, he was getting a chance to breathe and wasn't quite as ready to go off like a rocket at the first touch. It was very hard to be impressive in bed if one was shooting all over in the first minute or two.
When both of them had their pants and shirts in a crumpled heap on the floor, Trey took the three steps necessary to get them to the bed. He tugged on Deuce's arm and both of them tumbled down together. Trey was on him immediately, kissing and nuzzling and using his fingers to gently trace Deuce's cock. "You are just so pretty," Trey whispered. "Everything about you."
Deuce tried to ignore the butterflies in his belly when Trey said things like that. "That would be you, not me," he said. He ran a hand down Trey's side and let Trey do what he wanted. He'd take over very shortly. "Show me where you keep your stuff."
Trey reached a well-toned arm over his head and pointed at the nightstand. "The place where most guys keep their stuff." He leaned his head down and sucked at Deuce's collarbone while he cupped Deuce's balls and rolled them gently between his fingers. "Tell me what you like, and I'll do it."
Oh, God. Deuce closed his eyes and swallowed hard. This man had the power to break him. He quickly took a mental inventory to see how close he was to the edge and how much he could take before he'd have to get some breathing room for himself, decided there was some wiggle room, and opened his eyes. "I like that. I like knowing that you will. Be a good boy and suck me for a couple of minutes. Not too long."
Trey nodded and immediately slid down Deuce's body. There was no hesitation, not even a blink at being called a good boy. He simply followed the order he was given. In less than five seconds, Deuce found himself flat on his back with a warm mouth around his dick.
He sucked air in between his teeth and put a hand on Trey's head. "Easy," he whispered, more to himself than to Trey. "Just a couple of minutes." Any more than that and the whole plan of fucking Trey would have to go on hold until he recovered. "Oh, you're good at this." A couple of minutes would have to become a single minute.
Deuce could feel Trey smile around him. Trey bobbed his head and fit more of Deuce's prick in his mouth, pulling up slowly and scraping ever so gently with his teeth. One hand crept up to cradle Deuce's sac, while Trey used his other hand to hold Deuce's cock in place as he sucked.
When his breath started coming faster and it was real work to keep his hips still, Deuce took a handful of Trey's hair -- the best grip he could get, given how short it was -- and gently pulled him off. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "Sometime soon I'm not going to stop you."
"Done? Are you sure?" Trey looked genuinely regretful and palmed Deuce's cock with one hand. "I can get you off."
"Oh, I know." Deuce laughed and rolled over, reaching to the drawer. "And you will, trust me." He rummaged until he found what he needed and then rolled back, reaching for Trey to pull him close. "You're very, very good at that, and I have great plans for your mouth. But right now I want your ass." He kissed Trey's mouth and smiled again.
Trey's eyes got that dazed look again. It was pretty cute. He melted against Deuce and let his hands wander wherever he wanted, which was mostly in the area of Deuce's groin. "Okay," Trey murmured, "but don't expect it to take very long. Well, for me, anyway."
"Flatterer." Deuce kissed him again and then again, taking his time. He enjoyed kissing Trey, and it was a good way to get his breath back. With one hand he opened the lube, and with the other he petted Trey's body wherever he could reach. He started with his back and one arm, paused to pull at one tight nipple again, and when Trey gasped Deuce used his advantage to nuzzle into Trey's neck. One of Deuce's knees parted Trey's legs, and with a slippery hand Deuce touched. He touched Trey's cock, his balls, teased farther back, getting everything slick and wet.
Trey was even more responsive than Deuce had anticipated. Anywhere Deuce touched, he heard a groan, a whisper, a soft sound that meant "do more of that". It would be tempting to spend hours just doing this, because Trey was definitely enjoying it. But finally, once everything was slick and Trey was likely as pliant and willing as he was going to get, Trey spoke up. "Okay, can you?" he asked in a low voice. "Please."
"Please is a very good word," Deuce whispered. "I won't make you say it twice, though." He kissed Trey once more, because he was so wonderful to kiss, and got to his knees. "My hands are all wet," he said ruefully. "Can you open the wrapper for me?" It was the little details that caused trouble.
The condom wrapper was a tricky little bugger. Either that or Trey's hands were shaking and making things difficult, but he managed to tear into the plastic and retrieve the rubber. "Can I put it on you?"
Deuce nodded. "Yes." He moved an inch or two closer, shuffling on his knees and urging Trey's legs farther apart, draping them across his own thighs. "Go ahead." He slid two fingers through the lube behind Trey's balls and teased at the very edges of his entrance.
"Okay, I --" Trey sucked in a breath and bit down hard on his bottom lip. "Deuce. I can't multitask. Move your hand."
"You can do it." Deuce smiled and stopped moving his fingers but didn't take them away. "I know you can."
"You have more faith than I do." Trey reached out and placed the condom at the tip of Deuce's prick, but before he rolled it down, Trey used one finger to swipe at the little drop of crystal fluid that beaded there. He touched it to his tongue and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. "Delicious."
Deuce laughed and carefully pushed a rewarding finger into Trey's body. "Maybe after supper I'll let you suck me off while we watch TV."
"You could let me do a lot," Trey purred. "And there's not much that I'd stop you from doing to me." He slid the rubber down over Deuce and gave him a firm stroke.
"Well, maybe we'll explore that." There was a lot of ground implied in that statement. Deuce teased with his fingers for a moment and added the second. "But not yet. Right now I just want to sink into you and see how well we fit -- I have pretty high expectations, since everything else is perfect."
That got him an indefinable expression from Trey. "Perfect. You think so?" He clenched around Deuce's fingers.