Gage wanted to say the words coursing through both his heart and head. He loved this man in his arms. He’d never before made love to another, and it was perfect, better than anything ever before. Gage’s rhythm broke and his hips slowed as his thoughts registered, staggering him. His movement became erratic, and he lowered his head in the crook of Trent’s neck, breathing him in, taking a moment to gather his wits. He let this scent fill his soul, knowing it would always be there with him from this moment on. Instead of saying words that shouldn’t come this early in their relationship, he reached down and placed a simple kiss on Trent’s lips.
“Am I hurting you?” he whispered and pulled his hips back, bringing himself almost completely out of Trent before gently sliding back in when Trent’s heels pushed at his ass.
“No, it feels good,” Trent panted, giving the soft kiss back, but he rolled his head back, again arching his body forward when Gage slid out and back again.
“I like it hard,” Trent whispered, his head still back against the pillow. Gage pushed out and thrust forward again with a little more force.
“I’ll come,” Gage whispered, dropping his head in the crook of Trent’s shoulder, and he pushed back and forth again, grinding his teeth together trying to hold off with each thrust of his hips.
“I will, too,” Trent groaned out, digging his heels into Gage’s ass. Gage rose, anchoring himself on one arm and dug his knees into the mattress. He never stopped the flow of his hips, but picked up the pace, moving faster into Trent. He needed to give Trent the hard fucking the man wanted, but dear God, he couldn’t hold back, he was already so close. He pistoned his hips and slid his hand down between their bodies to grip Trent’s cock.
Trent reacted with a deeper moan, tightening the grip his arms and legs held around Gage. His lover’s muscles strained, and he bucked his hips at the same time his heels dug hard in Gage’s ass, helping drive Gage farther inside on each thrust. It became a tortured bliss. Gage began to stroke Trent to the same rhythm created by their hips. They were hard, fast strokes and Trent called out unintelligible words of encouragement while digging his heels harder into Gage’s ass.
Trent gripped the duvet in his fisted hand seconds before he arched his back and thrust his hips against Gage. Burst after burst of creamy white pumped out onto his chest. Gage released Trent’s cock and grabbed the headboard, gripping it with all his strength, but nothing held off the release building inside him. Trent was just too hot to watch and it felt too good. Gage bucked his hips forward and came with a force he’d never experienced before. His release continued, wave after wave, until there was nothing left.
With an effort, he managed to fall and push himself to the side, just missing Trent’s chest as Gage’s face buried in the pillow. He panted, his heart raced, and Trent’s legs stayed wrapped around his hips, holding him inside. His ankles must have been crossed because the hold was still tight, even in this awkward position they laid in. Gage tried in vain to get a hold of himself to move, but Trent took care of that for him. He anchored his big beefy arm around Gage’s body and pulled Gage on top of him, wrapping him tightly in his arms.
“We’ll clean it up in a little while,” Trent whispered, Gage securely tucked in his arms. He slid his legs down, keeping them wrapped around Gage until their feet tangled together. Gage had never touched anyone after sex, let alone held them, but he wrapped his arms around Trent, laid his head on his shoulder, and listened as Trent fell asleep in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“You were perfect tonight,” Gage whispered. Trent didn’t stir, and he smiled, lifting his head to place a small kiss on Trent’s shoulder. I want this… I want you, like this… He watched Trent sleeping. His own heart finally slowed, and his breath became normal, but he still just stared down at this beauty in his arms. Trent was at his most vulnerable, his features softened and his short hair spilling across his forehead. Trent Cooper was the most handsome man he’d ever seen. Gage wanted this moment, every single day. He wanted to fall asleep in Trent’s arms and wake to him every morning. He wanted their nights filled with moments of love making, very much like tonight. “I want you to be my date at the gallery grand opening and I want you to say yes to me.”
His heart felt complete and connected to Trent’s like it never connected to anything before. No question in his mind, they’d made love tonight. Gage couldn’t believe it had happened to him. He made love for the first time in his life, and it was to the man he loved, the perfect Trent Cooper. Resting his head back on Trent’s chest, he laid there listening to him breathe and spoke quietly, telling him everything in his heart.
“These feeling I have for you are so strong. I’ve never had them for anyone before you. It’s a little scary… But I simply don’t run from fear, Trent. It’s not who I am. I run toward it and I know now without question you’re the end of this road. I want you. I want to be with you. I don’t want you to keep me at bay… but I also do understand how lonely your life is… Trent, I get the reason for your compartments, … I get it’s a safety mechanism for you. I also get how let down you’ve been. Okay, for you, I’ll try to take it slow, but it’s not who I am. Just don’t push me too far away. Let’s do this… Me and you…” Gage whispered it all, so quietly Trent’s breathing never changed. He laid there sleeping, and Gage lay with him, praying it would all work out for them.