It wasn’t long before everyone opted to go inside, leaving Trey to douse the blaze. Once he was sure it went out, he trudged through the sand up to the house.
He had to admit there was only one reason he was eager to get back to the real world, and it had nothing to do with his house or his job. It had everything to do with the sexy man who’d been taunting him via text message all week. Holding his ground, Trey had refused to text him back, holding out until he thought his head might explode. It had been a couple of hours ago that he’d given in to the temptation and told Magnus he was looking forward to seeing him on Saturday.
He had just made it to the small room he’d commandeered as his when his cell phone rang, an unfamiliar tone.
Yanking it from his pocket, he peered at the screen and frowned.
A FaceTime call?
From Magnus.
Trey considered ignoring it, but something compelled him to answer.
“What?” He glared at the screen as Magnus’s too-handsome face appeared.
“I figured why bother waitin’ till Saturday.”
“You’ve got zero patience, you know that?”
“You havin’ fun without me?”
“You’re not here?” Trey rolled his eyes. “Didn’t even notice.”
“I doubt that. I’m sure your cock’s well aware I’m not there to service it.”
His fucking cock heard that statement loud and clear, thickening immediately in notice.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Magnus dared.
Trey laughed, a choked sound that lodged in his throat. “You’re not serious.”
“No?”
Trey’s eyes were locked on the screen as the camera panned away from Magnus’s face, moving slowly down his… Oh, fuck that was his bare chest, his washboard abs.
Ah, hell.
His breath hitched when he saw Magnus’s cock fisted proudly in the man’s hand.
It only lasted a second before Magnus’s face once again crowded the screen. “Your turn.”
Trey looked around the small room, his eyes pausing on the bed.
“Come on, Trey. Live a little.”
“Live a little, he says.” Trey took a deep breath, met Magnus’s gaze on the phone. “Fine, but this is your party.”
“Strip first. A party’s no fun with clothes.”
Feeling bolder than usual, Trey stripped out of his clothes and crawled into the bed, phone still in his hand.
“Now show me yours,” Magnus insisted.
It took a second for him to shore up his nerve, but Trey finally turned the camera toward his dick. He didn’t have to touch the damn thing, it was standing up proud and tall all on its own.
“Holy fuck, do I miss you.”
Trey chuckled, returning the camera to his face. “Do you?”
“Oh, yeah. And I’m lookin’ forward to makin’ your acquaintance all over again.” Magnus’s eyes were hooded. “Now stroke yourself, Trey.”
As awkward as it was, Trey did as Magnus requested. Several minutes later, the awkwardness disappeared, leaving him with nothing but lust singeing his nerve endings and making him sweat.
“When you get back, we’re gonna pick up where we left off.”
Trey shook his head but didn’t say anything. He knew this shouldn’t be happening, knew he should invoke some sort of rule that said he could never see Magnus Storme again. He was getting in way too deep as it was. The only consolation was that Magnus continued to keep it solely about sex, which allowed Trey to maintain some distance.
“The next time I see you,” Magnus continued, his voice gruff and low, “I’m gonna strip you down, run my tongue over every inch of you.”
Trey continued to stroke his cock, fisting himself firmly.
“Then I’m gonna finger your ass until you’re ready for me.”
Ah, hell. Trey’s asshole clenched at the thought.
“When you are, I’m gonna sink into you so deep you won’t know where I begin and you end.”
Trey grunted.
“You want that, Trey? You want me to fuck you hard and deep?”
He nodded, closing his eyes. “God, yes.”
Magnus grunted and Trey recognized the sound. He was precariously close to the edge, too.
“When I’m done,” Magnus crooned, “I’m gonna fuck you all over again. Harder. Faster.”
Oh, Jesus.
“You wanna come for me, Trey?”
He nodded again, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock tunneled through his fist. He squeezed more firmly until he felt that electrical explosion within him.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he came, barely aware of Magnus doing the same.
Okay, so maybe he could get used to this thing they had going.
*
Baz lay in the dark room trying to block out the fact that JJ was in the room next to him. He’d spent the better part of the past few days in her presence, still under the ruse of only being her friend.
Truth was, it was killing him.
Could he do it indefinitely if he had to? Yeah. Probably. But only because he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it.
But it was during those times, like tonight, when she’d been laughing and joking and touching him every chance she got. Completely platonic, of course, but he couldn’t seem to convince his body that was her intention. No matter how hard he tried, Baz still wanted her with a fierceness he couldn’t explain.
Just like every night since they got here, he lay in the full-size bed in this small room and listened for sounds coming from her room. Every so often he swore he heard her, but he figured it was wishful thinking. Considering his overactive imagination usually turned what was a comfortable vacation with friends into something lascivious with his thoughts of her getting more erotic by the day, it made sense that his mind was playing tricks on him. His favorite fantasy: JJ would come into his room, crawl into his bed, and beg him to make love to her.
When he thought he heard footsteps, Baz glanced over at the door. Just beneath he could see a sliver of light. Was that a shadow? Was JJ at his door?
He waited.
Nothing.
Okay, so he was most definitely imagining things now.
He flopped back down, stared up at the ceiling, and heard a light creak.
The door opened an inch.
Propping himself up again, he watched the door. “JJ?”
“Yeah.”
Baz pinched his arm because surely he was dreaming. Ow. Okay, not dreaming.
“You need somethin’?”
She stepped into the room, closed the door gently behind her.
Baz didn’t move, wasn’t even sure he could. When she started toward him, he was pretty sure he stopped breathing.
And then her knee was on the mattress.
“Is this okay?” she whispered.
“More than,” he said, shifting over so she could join him. “Are you all right?”
“Don’t want to be alone.”
He understood that. It was different here, in this house. Not familiar like their apartment.
JJ settled in beside him and Baz managed to exhale. She was looking for comfort. He understood. Although she didn’t talk about it, he knew she was still having a difficult time dealing with what had happened on New Year’s.
“Baz?”