The Current Between Us

“I can’t take much more… it feels too good…” Trent said, and Gage picked up the pace, sucking him harder and deeper, moving in quick aggressive strokes. He moved his free hand to Trent’s ass, holding him in place. He massaged Trent’s ass, slipping between his cheeks, fingering the tight rim until he slid one finger slowly inside, all the while keeping up the sucking caress on Trent’s cock.

“It’s been too long, I’m coming…” Trent pleaded and tried to push back to free himself, but Gage held tight, sucking him hard. He wanted to taste this man. Trent’s balls tightened and he bucked his hips, fucking Gage’s mouth. Gage could only hold the pace as Trent took over completely. Within seconds the orgasm came, spilling out and down his throat in wave after wave of hot release. Gage stuck with it all the way through, milking Trent, making sure he got the last drop before releasing him.

While still on his knees, Gage took the moment to free Trent of his shoes and help him step out of his slacks. Gage rose, climbing up Trent’s body, keeping a tight hold of the man. Dazed was a good look on Trent, one Gage wanted there on a very regular basis. Trent rolled his head back between his shoulders, letting out a long pent up breath. Gage held on tight, feeling like if he let go, Trent’s knees might actually give out.

“You were made to be in my mouth,” Gage said, whispering in Trent’s ear, running his nose along Trent’s neck, into his hair. He breathed Trent in, relishing the taste of this man still on his tongue as he gave Trent the time he needed to recover for their second round. And no question about it, there would be a second round.

“Mmm,” Trent murmured. It was all he got back as Trent straightened his head and opened his eyes, giving Gage a dazed expression and a small smile before he lowered his head, resting his forehead on Gage’s shoulder, and whispered quietly, “Really good at that, thank you.”

Gage reached between their bodies, pushing Trent’s suit jacket off his shoulders. He never let go of Trent, but tossed the jacket in the direction of a living room chair a few feet away. He began to unbutton Trent’s dress shirt with one hand from the bottom up. When Gage worked his way up to the top button, he reached both his hands up to Trent’s face, gripping the sides of his head and brought Trent’s face up, their eyes locking.

“You’re built. I knew I saw a six pack under those work clothes you wear… I’m not finished with you, yet. Not by a long shot,” Gage said, crushing their lips together, thrusting his tongue deep into Trent’s mouth. Trent met him stroke for stroke as he began to pull Trent through his house to his bedroom. The only thing Trent still wore was his dress shirt and he made sure to discard it along the way.

The kiss never broke. Gage lost track of his way, stumbling into a random chair or wall, but they finally tumbled into the master bedroom. Trent made clumsy work of freeing Gage’s belt and shirt, pushing the shirt down his shoulders, but forgetting to release the cuff links at his wrist. Gage didn’t make it easy for Trent, refusing to remove his tongue from his mouth. On a frustrated sigh, Trent broke from the kiss, but Gage took advantage of the opportunity, pushing the male back onto his bed.

The drapes along the back wall were open, allowing the moonlight to stream in from the floor to ceiling windows covering the length of the bedroom. Gage’s only concern focused on the man lying on his bed. Trent naked was a glorious thing. His long, muscular, hard, maybe a little brawny body appealed to everything inside Gage. Trent was perfect in every way, and Gage watched as he grew hard again, recovering quickly, exactly the way Gage wanted him. He watched the cock coming alive under his inspection, and smiled in what he thought of as his most wicked grin.

“You’re gorgeous, Trent. You look very good lying on my bed,” Trent pushed himself up farther on the mattress until he reached the pillows and hooked an arm behind his head to watch Gage undress. Trent’s eyes stayed on him while he pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. His underwear followed, allowing his rigid length to spring free with beads of moisture already forming in anticipation of the naked man lying on his bed.

“Which way do you prefer? I’ll go either way,” Gage asked, moving to the bed, but not yet climbing on. Instead, he stood at the end, looking down at Trent while removing his cufflinks.

“I’ll go either way, too,” Trent said, and his dick jerked as he said the words.

“I want to see you better, Trent. The moonlight isn’t enough. You’re sexy as hell and you’ve tantalized me all week…” Gage walked around the bed to the nightstand and pressed the switch, bringing the lamp to a soft glow. He carelessly tossed the cufflinks on the bedside table.

“But what do you prefer? Tonight’s about you,” Gage said. He finally tore his eyes from Trent’s body, reaching a hand inside the nightstand drawer to draw out a small bottle of oil along with several packets of condoms.

“I prefer to bottom,” Trent said in a deeply husky voice. Trent pushed himself to the center of the bed. “But I’ll go either way, if it’s your preferred way.”

“It’s been awhile?” Gage asked, letting his shirt slide off his body and drop to the floor, before crawling in beside Trent on the bed. A blush actually came to Trent’s face at the question and he turned his head away as though formulating an answer. No matter how much Gage loved the blush, no way would he have any of this turning away business! Gage wanted Trent’s eyes on his all night long. He hooked a finger under Trent’s chin, bringing his face up to meet his. “Look at me, handsome, my eyes are up here… that’s it, now, Trent, I want you so badly, but I want this right. We need to get you ready. I want nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, but I don’t want to hurt you. We need to take the time to get you ready.”