“Yes!” Trent bucked, not wasting time grinding down on his hand.
He sucked the saltiness from around the head and jerked Trent’s dick at the same speed he pumped his fingers inside him. “This what you wanted, handsome?”
“Fuck yeah. Right there,” Trent croaked. He wasn’t shy when he caught his leg behind his knee and pulled it up to his shoulder.
Good god. Trent unashamed, begging, and showing off his flexibility had Wood firming again. “Taste s’good. I could eat you all night.”
Trent ran his fingers through Wood’s hair, his touch gentle, his thrust not so much. Wood bobbed up and down, rising to the challenge as Trent begged over and over for him not to stop.
“Please. Yeah. I’m cuming,” he whined, his breathing becoming more desperate.
Wood refused to close his eyes and miss a second of Trent’s orgasm. His thighs tensed first, then his hole sucked on his fingers greedily as Trent shot down his throat. Trent cursed and curled himself into Wood’s body, clutching his shoulders.
“Unnh fuck.”
Wood relaxed his jaw, allowing Trent to slide from between his lips. He placed tentative kisses along his pelvic bone and across his abs before he laid his head down. They were silent for a while as Trent continued to graze his dull nails along his scalp. Wood had no words. What could he possibly say that wouldn’t make him sound crazy right now? How the hell had he fallen so hard and so fast?
Trent fell asleep before Wood got out of the shower. He’d thought of going to his own room but couldn’t bring himself to do it. The moment he saw Trent lying there sated and sleepy, his unblemished, naked skin glistening atop the sharp blue comforter, he immediately ran and got his markers. He hadn’t had the inspiration to draw on such a beautiful canvas in a long time. Wood climbed on top of the covers and settled in close to Trent’s side. He ran his fingertips over the sculpted shoulder and knew exactly what he wanted to place there. Something that represented them.
Trent woke midway through Wood’s handiwork—oblivious to what he was doing—and smiled lazily at him. “I thought I had dreamed everything.”
“No, it wasn’t a dream.” Wood lightly kissed his cheek. “Go back to sleep.”
Within seconds Trent did what he was told, and Wood continued to let his creativity flow, his vision as crystal clear as it’d once been. When he was finished, he marveled at his design and what he knew it meant in his heart. He placed his markers on the nightstand and curled his body around Trent and fell asleep around four in the morning.
Trent
When Trent woke later that morning, he immediately felt a difference within himself. It wasn’t just because he had the weight of a six-one, two-hundred-pound man cradling him from behind. It was because for the first time in years, he woke up and he didn’t feel so alone. Trent lay there wondering if this was what it felt like to be cared for. All of his friends that were in relationships, he wondered if they rose every day feeling this amazing. Even when he was with Cecelia, she would rise with the roosters because she had to watch daybreak news with her roommate before they went to work and would often forget to even kiss him goodbye.
Trent continued to listen to Wood’s light snores in his ear until he could no longer ignore his full bladder. He slung his robe around his naked body and slowly made his way down the hall to the bathroom, yawning and stretching his overworked muscles as he did. He finished his business, then went to the sink to wash his hands and rinse his mouth with Listerine when he glanced up at the mirror and all the air left his lungs.
“Jesus,” Trent whispered, pulling his robe lower. His shocked gaze went from the mirror to his arm, then back again as he stared at the bright red flowers covering his full shoulder and bicep. What the hell?
“You like it?” Wood said, leaning against the open door.
Trent’s head snapped in the direction of that sexy voice, blinking, unsure of what to say. He was amazed. The flowers appeared painted on they were so brilliant in their full bloom. And the detailing of the petals and leaves were so intricate it made Trent ache for the beautiful three months of summer Virginia had quickly approaching. “How did you do this?”
Wood stepped inside the bathroom and wrapped his arms around him from behind. He placed his lips against his decorated shoulder and murmured, “It wasn’t that hard. I’ve been drawing flowers since I was able to hold a crayon.”
“No, I mean, how did you do this without me knowing?” Trent asked as he traced the red petals of the camellias.
“You were sleeping really good, and the markers I have are felt-tip for painting.” Wood pushed his erection against Trent’s ass, watching him closely in the mirror. “You know by now that my stroke is gentle.”
Trent smirked. “That I do.”
“So you like it?”
Trent stared at his shoulder that looked so much like the beautiful garden across Wood’s back. He turned around and clasped his hands around Wood’s neck and pulled him down to his mouth. “I love it. It’s beautiful. Why camellias?”
Wood touched his mouth gently with his warm lips. “You know the flower?”
“Of course I do. You keep forgetting I’m a landscaper also. But I don’t really know what they mean, just what shrubbery they look good with in a yard.” Trent was hoping that Wood had chosen these flowers for a more intimate reason.
Wood cupped the back of his neck and intensified their connection. Trent stepped forward, pushing them against the door and molding the front of his body to Wood’s thick chest. If he thought things were going to be weird between them after last night, he was delightfully wrong. Things weren’t strange, but they were different, everything was more amplified. Trent’s senses felt as if they’d been shot with an enhancement booster. His skin rippled everywhere he was touched, and his shoulder ignited when Wood faintly traced over the design with his fingertips. Wood’s powdery musk flooded his nostrils with each inhale, and Trent gasped to catch his breath.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a powerful urge to put my art on someone, Trent. I chose that flower—” Wood sucked on Trent’s tongue. “—and the color red for a specific reason.”
He didn’t know. Trent didn’t try to keep in the sounds that involuntarily escaped as Wood dropped his big hands to his ass and squeezed. He felt good, and he was hoping Wood might be up for another round. It was Saturday, and they had nowhere to be and nothing to do but each other.
“It’s because of the desire and passion I feel when I’m around you.” Wood groaned, rocking into him. “It’s one of my favorite flowers, Trent, and I haven’t wanted to put them on any man in a very long time.”
“Hersch,” Trent sighed, throwing his head back as Wood licked at the numerous bite marks that were left on his throat.
“I never liked anyone saying my first name, Trent,” Wood said softly, his brow creasing slightly as he stared at him with something close to wonder.
Trent shook his head. “I um. I didn’t even realize I’d said it.”
Wood dove down and covered his mouth with his, his tongue luring Trent into another daze. Damn the man knew how to kiss. Trent hung on, wanting to go for another ride.