Page 102 of Point of Contact

Reaching for the lube, Jesse slicked up his cock, moving around the ottoman so Trevor could watch. At the sight, Trevor licked his lips, his eyes hungry as Jesse pushed down on the thick shaft, letting it bob back up to slap against his belly.

“Want this?”

All Trevor could do was moan. Coating his fingers with the lube, Jesse trailed them teasingly back and forth in the small of Trevor’s back, then down, at last sliding one, then two, inside him.

Trevor trembled, a combination of a hiss and a groan breaking from his lips.

Jesse thrust his fingers deep.

“Oh, God! Fuck me.”

Snugging his cock into Trevor’s cleft, Jesse dragged it up and down, letting him feel him, before positioning his aching tip at Trevor’s entrance. Slowly, carefully, he pushed inside, gritting his teeth at the heat, the pressure.

Trevor was groaning, a light sheen of sweat gathering on his shoulders, in the dip of his spine. Pulsing his hips, Jesse slid forward, inch by inch, until he was at last fully seated inside him.

“Ah, Trev.” His head dropping back, Jesse gripped Trevor’s waist and gave him a tentative stroke, encouraged by Trevor’s grunt of approval. He did it again, and again, until he was pulling all the way out and surging back inside with a slap of skin on skin.

The feel of Trevor stretched wide around him made possessiveness heat his blood to almost overwhelming, and he bit back the word that welled up in his throat... Mine!

“Fuck me hard. Harder!” Trevor almost sobbed. “I want it.”

With a growl Jesse dug his fingers into Trevor’s ass and spread him open, shoving deep.

“Yes,” Trevor hissed, arching his back to accept the onslaught. “So big, so hard, baby. Let me feel you!”

Jesse hilted himself, over and over, until he couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a shout, fierce satisfaction shooting through him at the knowledge he was filling Trevor full.

Collapsing down on the ottoman next to him, Jesse pushed him to his back. He filled his palm with the lube and reached for Trevor’s straining cock, leaning down to surround his nipple with hot suction. Trevor quivered, his muscles tense, his moans music to Jesse’s ears.

“Come for me,” Jesse whispered, tracing the pebbled bud with the tip of his tongue, his thumb pressing hard into Trevor’s wet slit. “Come for me, Trev.”

Trevor cradled Jesse’s head against his chest, rocking his hips up into the tunnel of Jesse’s fist, until he exploded with a hoarse cry, the spasms shaking him head to toe. He gasped incoherent words into Jesse’s hair as he jetted between them, his hot fluid stringing over Jesse’s fingers and splattering his skin.

When he’d calmed, Jesse cuddled him close, brushing his lips over Trevor’s sweaty temple.

Trevor sighed, nuzzling his nose into Jesse’s cheek. “You’re amazing.”

“I hope your neighbors weren’t in their backyards just now,” Jesse said hoarsely, marveling at himself, at how abandoned he’d just been after so many years of sneaking around. To be able to let go with a lover, to enjoy him in the way sex was meant to be enjoyed, with all of the emotion and none of the shame—it felt like a dream.

Snorting, Trevor sat up and gazed around. “Well, if they were, they went inside real quick. You weren’t exactly quiet, sweetheart.”

“Me?” Jesse jackknifed up and buried his face in Trevor’s neck, growling. “You make the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. They probably all went inside to fuck too after listening to us.”

“No doubt.” Trevor’s voice was laced with humor. “You drive me absolutely wild.” He heaved a contented sigh. “Come on. Let’s go sit in the hot tub for a bit.” Climbing off the ottoman with a hiss, Trevor picked up the towels. “Bring the wine?”

Jesse rolled to standing, his legs still a little shaky, and grabbed the bottle and glasses from the table before following Trevor to the elevated hot tub set next to the stone grotto. Trevor pushed a discreet button somewhere and the water started bubbling.

They settled into the Jacuzzi with twin groans of pleasure, submerging themselves up to their necks. Jesse gazed out over the patio at the twinkle lights, the inviting pool glittering in the moonlight, the lush landscaping.

“This really is beautiful. I can see why you don’t want to sell.”

Trevor poured them both some wine, handing Jesse his glass, a wistful look on his face as he said, “Most summers, we spent more time out here than we did inside. Sleepovers, barbecues, birthday parties. I just can’t sell away those memories.”

He hadn’t specifically mentioned Carl, but Jesse pictured him in the “we,” wondering if he’d made love to Trevor on that ottoman, too...

You chose to leave, asshole. I’m here now, and I’ll take better care of him than you ever did.

“And Jess—” Trevor looked over at him, eyes soft. “I’m looking forward to making a lot more memories here. With you.”