Authors: Katie Allen
Danny grunted in agreement.
“How’re you doing?” Pete asked. “Your dad ever talk with you?”
“Kinda.” He touched his toe to the porch floor each time the swing went forward.
“It was too weird though, so I told him to stop.”
Pete smiled. “Things are better though?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “A little. He’s not so freaked out anymore. Still looks at me sometimes like I have a tree growing out of my head or something but he’s calmed down. Think it helped he met you guys—since you’re pretty normal, I mean. Before that, all he thought when he heard ‘gay’ was ass-less leather chaps.”
Well, now I know the kid’s website preference. Could’ve lived without that in my brain.
With a strangled cough, Pete said, “Glad to help. School starts soon, doesn’t it?”
Danny made a face. “Eleven days.”
“Not that you’re counting,” he teased. “Are you dreading it?”
With a shrug, the kid said, “A little. Could be fun though. Who knows?”
“I think,” Pete told him seriously, “you’re going to have a great year.”
“Yeah?” He grinned. The smile lit up his thin face for just a second before it was gone. He settled back against the swing. “Maybe.”
“Your hair looks good.” The black was almost completely gone and the blond locks had been trimmed into an actual style, rather than his usual dragged-through-a-bushbackward look.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
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Trevor was still sleeping when Pete joined him in bed, curling around his back in the positions they’d fallen into ever since he’d been released from the hospital. He wrapped his arm around Trevor and kissed his bare shoulder. With a sleepy mutter, Trevor shifted back against him, his ass grinding against Pete’s groin. Pete stifled a groan as his cock instantly responded.
“Mmm,” Trevor murmured drowsily. “Hi.”
“Sorry I woke you,” Pete whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
“S’okay.” He was quiet so long Pete thought he’d fallen to sleep again. “Pete?”
“Yeah?”
“I like this bed.” Trevor patted the mattress next to him. Pete smiled. “Me too.”
“I like this house.”
His smile fading a little, Pete sighed, “Yeah. Me too.”
“You ever tempted to live here?” Trevor asked. “Permanently, I mean?”
Yes, but not without you.
“Like you said, my detective shield is waiting.”
“That didn’t really answer my question.”
Pete frowned. Trevor had woken up enough to be perceptive, damn him. “I like the city.”
“You did it again,” Trevor told him. “You know, the whole not-answering thing?”
“Fine.” Pete gave in. “Yeah, I’m tempted. It’s stupid but I’m tempted.”
“Why’s it stupid?”
“Aren’t you tired?” he grumbled. “What’s with the game of Twenty Questions?”
He felt Trevor shrug against him. “There’s something going on with you. You won’t tell me what, so I’m trying to chip away. If you’d just tell me straight out, we could both go to sleep.”
Pete growled low in his throat. “You’re a pain in the ass, do you know that?”
Trevor just laughed.
With a sigh, Pete admitted, “I’m going to hate selling this house.”
“Then why sell?”
“What, and commute a couple hours each way to work every day?” Pete shook his head even though Trevor couldn’t see him. “That would drive me nuts.”
“You could always take that job the sheriff offered you,” Trevor suggested. “That’d cut your commute down to ten minutes.” He snorted. “Twelve during Honeysuckle rush hour.”
“I’ve thought about it.” He’d thought about it a lot but it all came down to Trevor. Trevor turned his head. “What’s holding you back? Is it the way he went all asshole-y with Rhodes?”
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“No,” Pete told him truthfully. “He could’ve been more tactful but I get where he was coming from. He doesn’t know Rhodes. All he knows is what was in the official report. Plus, having four Nancy Drew wannabes in the house across from the crime scene must’ve been a major pain his ass.” He paused, considering it. “I think I could work for him. He seems pretty upfront.”
Trevor’s sigh was impatient. “Then what’s the problem here, Petey?”
“You.” There. He’d said it—and without a stutter even.
“What?” Trevor said with a laugh. “It’s my fault? I’m trying to talk you into staying!”
“But if y-you’re two hours away…” Closing his eyes, Pete mentally regrouped. He knew his stammer-free speech had been too good to last—especially in
this
conversation. “I don’t want to just see you every other weekend.”
“What? You’re not going to invite me to stay with you?” Trevor asked. Pete stilled, unsure if the other man was joking.
“Unless you don’t want me—”
“No!” Pete’s arm tightened around him. “I m-mean, yes. I mean, I didn’t think you’d want…” He trailed off, his heart beating at a hundred miles an hour. Was Trevor actually considering staying with him?
“Could’ve asked me,” Trevor told him. “What I wanted, I mean.”
Although he took a deep breath, his heart still raced out of control. “What do you want?”
“I want to finish college. I just had a year left when…everything happened.” Trevor twisted his head around briefly to kiss him, a glancing peck on Pete’s cheekbone. “I want you.”
“What about Rhodes and Wash?” Pete asked, hardly able to breathe. “Your job?”
Trevor shrugged. “They’ll understand. After I get my degree, maybe I could open a satellite office around here. Honeysuckle seems to be a hotbed of crime.”
Pete’s laugh was choked. “But you hate this town.”
“But I love you.” Trevor’s tone didn’t change and it took a few seconds for the words to penetrate Pete’s brain. “Besides, this town isn’t so bad. The restaurant’s pretty good and we like our remaining neighbors.”
Swallowing, Pete shifted, rolling Trevor onto his back so he could see his face. “Sseriously? You’re not fucking with me?”
Running his knuckles over Pete’s cheek, he smiled. “Okay, so maybe we don’t like Terrance so much.”
With a growl, Pete kissed him, cutting off Trevor’s laugh. When he raised his head, they were both breathing hard.
“I’m not fucking with you,” Trevor told him, watching him intently. Pete smiled. “I love you too.”
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Lifting his head from the pillow, Trevor gave him another quick kiss and then shifted back to his side. “I know.”
“Yeah?” Pete teased, settling in behind him again. “And how do you know that?”
“You bought me a bed.”
Pete laughed and gave him a gentle squeeze. Wriggling back against him, Trevor gave a satisfied hum and then was quiet. Pete held him close, happy the other man couldn’t see him since he was grinning like an idiot—a
loved
idiot. Trevor’s ass nudged against Pete’s groin. “You finally going to fuck me tonight?”
“No.” Pete tried to sound stern but the word came out more desperate than anything. “Not until you’re better.”
“Thought I was pretty good,” he shot back, turning his head toward Pete. “You’ve never complained before.” His eyes held a wicked glint and Pete’s heart rate doubled.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said hoarsely, although his hand seemed to belong to someone else, since it was stroking Trevor’s chest. Pete made it stop.
“You won’t,” Trevor promised, wiggling his ass again. “Unless you want to. I wouldn’t mind.”
Pete’s eyes almost rolled back into his head at that. “You’re not playing fair, Trev,”
he complained roughly. His fingers were misbehaving again, playing with one of Trevor’s nipples this time. He couldn’t seem to stop.
“C’mon, Pete,” Trevor urged, sliding his hand down Pete’s arm. “We should try out the new bedside table. I noticed the drawer is fully stocked.” He took Pete’s hand and led it to his cock, wrapping his lover’s fingers around the shaft.
“Fuck,” Pete groaned, unable to pull his hand away from the erection he held.
“We should,” Trevor said, laughter in his voice. “Please, Petey?”
Running his fingers down the hot length of Trevor’s cock, Pete said, “You’ll tell me if it hurts.”
“Sure,” Trevor gasped, his hips thrusting into Pete’s grip. “Anything. Whatever.”
“I’m serious, Trev,” Pete warned as he tightened his fist in a firm squeeze.
“Promise?”
“I promise.” The teasing had gone out of Trevor’s voice. He sounded completely serious now—serious and desperate. Pete released him reluctantly, turning to fumble in the drawer. He’d felt slightly guilty when he’d stocked it. Trevor had still been in the hospital at the time, still in so much pain, and Pete was already thinking about when he could get into Trevor’s ass again.
“Hurry,” Trevor urged and Pete grabbed a packet and the lube. When Trevor rolled toward him, as if intending to help put on the condom, Pete stopped him.
“No,” Pete ordered. “I’m doing all the work. Back on your side.”
Although he gave an amused snort, Trevor obeyed. “It’s not like it’s that much work,” he mocked as Pete rolled the condom on.
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“If you want to get fucked,” Pete told him, “you’ll do as I say.” He lubed his erection, already huge and rigid, eager to plunge into Trevor’s ass. Pete kissed his shoulder and the tip of his cock bumped against Trevor’s ass cheek, as if trying to find its own way in.
There was no way he was going to last. Already Pete’s lungs struggled to pull in enough air and his cock leaked with need. He wanted to go slowly, to use his fingers to stretch Trevor’s tight hole gently, to make it last, but that wasn’t going to happen. Lining the blunt tip of his cock up with the puckered opening, Pete seized Trevor’s hip and shoved the head of his erection inside, loving how Trevor’s body gripped him with that mix of resistance and acceptance.
Trevor groaned and Pete froze. “No,” Trevor gasped. “Please! Don’t stop!”
Pete reached over him and grasped his cock as he thrust again. Trevor bucked his hips, shoving his cock into Pete’s hold and almost pulling off Pete’s invading shaft.
“Be still,” Pete rasped in his ear and then nipped the lobe, drawing a moan from Trevor. Pete’s free arm snaked beneath the body in front of him, wrapping around his chest. With another push of his hips, Pete drove halfway in and then paused.
“Quit with this gentle shit,” Trevor demanded, “and fuck me!”
Instead of obeying, Pete slid his hand up the other man’s cock until he could trace circles over the tip with his thumb. “Not yet, bossy,” he growled. “Just for that, you have to wait even longer.” He kissed a spot under Trevor’s ear, feeling him shiver beneath Pete’s lips.
“Sorry,” Trevor gasped. “Please fuck me!”
With a small smile, Pete licked the shell of his ear. “No.”
Trevor’s inhale sounded almost like a sob. As Pete sucked on his earlobe, his fingers still played with Trevor’s cock, his thumb smearing pre-cum around the head. Except for shaking beneath his touch, Trevor remained still and Pete rewarded him by pushing his cock another inch into his ass.
Inhaling sharply, Trevor shoved his ass back a fraction of an inch and then froze, his body contracting around Pete’s erection.
“Good boy.” Pete nudged in farther as sweat prickled his skin. It had been weeks and Trevor felt so tight, so amazing, so incredibly good. Their control games were going to have to wait until another day. If he didn’t fuck Trevor now, Pete’s head would explode.
With a thrust of his hips, Pete buried the full length of his cock in his ass. Trevor cried out and Pete’s whole body stiffened.
“You okay?” he demanded, his voice raw. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Trevor groaned. “Don’t stop!”
Giving the other man’s cock a final squeeze, Pete released his erection and grabbed his hip. “Stop me if it hurts,” he said.
“Fuck that.” Trevor’s laugh was strangled. “That’s the best part.”
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Closing his eyes, Pete fought for control. “I’m serious.”
“Me too. So fuck me already.” Trevor clenched his ass, enclosing Pete’s cock in a squeezing grip.
It was too much. The clamp of Trevor’s body around him, the hard, sweaty body plastered against his, the deprivation of the previous weeks—Pete gave in. His fingers digging into Trevor’s hip, he began to thrust.
He groaned as his cock slid out of Trevor’s tight hole, the friction sending vibrations of pleasure through his body. Plunging back in, Pete shuddered. Fuck, he’d missed this!
Although he wanted to be gentle, to not jostle Trevor’s healing body too much, it felt too good. His thrusts grew rougher, his hold tighter, until he was pounding into him, his balls slapping Trevor’s ass.
Trevor cried out, his body convulsing around the cock filling his ass and hauling Pete over the edge with him. With a roar, Pete’s thrusts went wild, his cock stabbing deep with each out-of-control plunge. Sensation shot up his spine as he came, his arms clamping around Trevor, holding him against him.
As they lay panting, Pete was reluctant to pull out. This was one of his favorite parts of making love with Trevor—the drifting, satiated security of knowing he didn’t have to leave, either his body or his bed.
“I’ve missed that,” Trevor murmured, turning his head to offer his mouth for a kiss. With a grunt of agreement, Pete lifted his head to press their lips together. “Took you long enough though.”
Pete gave a sleepy, half-assed growl. “Just you wait. Once you’re better, I’m going to spank that mouthy ass of yours.”
“Mmm.” Trevor shivered in reaction, his body clamping around Pete’s cock. Pete hissed in a breath, his hips jerking involuntarily. Reluctantly, he slid free of Trevor.
“Don’t go,” Trevor begged.
Kissing his neck, Pete reassured him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back in there soon.”
“Now?”
With a laugh, Pete kissed him again. “Greedy
and
bossy. You’re half-asleep. I’d prefer to fuck you when you’re conscious.”
It was Trevor’s turn to laugh. “You’d ‘prefer’? So if you’re really desperate, I might wake up with your cock in my ass some morning?”
“Just if you really needed your sleep.”
“So considerate,” Trevor mocked. “No wonder I love you.”