The Current Between Us

“I want you,” Trent said into the kiss, dragging breath deep into his lungs. Trent didn’t pull back for long, but latched himself on to Gage’s neck, nibbling and licking the way up to his ear.

“You know I want you, baby,” Gage said, bringing his palms to the front of Trent’s chest still under his shirt, running them over the hard muscles of his stomach. He pushed his fingertips down into Trent’s jeans. Gage brushed the tip of Trent’s cock as he leaned his head back, giving Trent’s lips and tongue full access to his neck. He was so turned on, so ready, he rolled his cock into Trent’s hand and ground his jaw together to keep the urge at bay to take this further. When Trent’s tongue plunged into his ear, Gage’s hips pitched forward, bucking several times, and he lost complete control in that moment. He gripped Trent’s hips, digging his fingers into the hard muscle, trying to hold himself together as his own hips rocked back and forth into Trent’s hands.

“Baby, I can’t take it. You have to stop,” Gage said, leaning his ear into the kiss. Every one of his actions encouraged Trent to do more. Trent didn’t stop, but thrust his tongue forward again, then sucked Gage’s earlobe into his mouth.

“You liked that?” Trent whispered. The sexy sound of his voice sent shivers running down Gage’s body, causing his legs to buckle. Gage forced his eyes open and hung on to Trent for his life. Trent kept him up, but Gage needed to gain some perspective, fast.

“You have to stop. You have to.” Trent didn’t. Instead he ground his rigid cock, into Gage’s swollen, thick arousal and thrust his tongue back into Gage’s ear. Gage panted as he tried to speak and pushed himself away from Trent, stumbling backward several feet. His hands were extended out in front of him to keep Trent away and his legs were weak, barely able to hold him up. Gage panicked, his gaze was wild and he dropped one hand to the front of his jeans to see if he’d actually come on himself. Shocked to find he hadn’t. Trent moved toward him, like a predator after his prey. His intentions clear, he wasn’t done, but Gage stepped away again, keeping his hand out.

“It’s too much. I can’t risk your kid’s still being awake and me standing in the backyard coming on myself,” Gage said, his hand still out, keeping Trent at arm’s length. What he said finally registered, and Trent flipped his head to the window at the corner of the house. It was dark and quiet.

“They’re asleep, but I need to check. Shit! I’m sorry, Gage,” Trent hissed in a voice a little louder than a whisper. Trent ran his hands through his hair; he panted for breath much like Gage.

“Shit! Let’s go back inside. I’ll check on them,” Trent said. He took a step back, again running his hands over his face, then through his hair, the ends standing straight up. After the gesture, Trent looked back to Gage and pointed a finger in his direction.

“You make me forget things, no one has ever made me forget,” Trent said.

“Yeah, well, I thought I just came on myself, so back at ya, babe,” Gage said, keeping his distance, but grinning at the knowledge his Trent had become as undone as he had.

“Come on, this door will be unlocked,” Trent said, walking several steps ahead of Gage. His body still hadn’t calmed down and he wasn’t risking coming anywhere within reach of Trent until things changed inside him.

****

Making out on the couch was everything Trent remembered it to be from high school. After he checked on Em and Hunter, he and Gage took up residence on the sofa, necking like two schoolboys. Neither of them took it too far, but still, it was hot as hell. Trent loved lying on the sofa with Gage in his arms, kissing him like tomorrow didn’t matter. Trent barely heard Rhonny come through the living room, and with her ear buds in her ears, she apparently hadn’t heard them either. She let out a terrified scream, piercing the house.

“Rhonny! What? It’s just me!” Trent said, bolting upright. He and Gage couldn’t untangle themselves fast enough before the overhead light on the ceiling fan brought the room to full glow.

“What the hell, you scared the crap out of me, Trent!” Rhonny yelled.

“Daddy,” Hunter called from the bedroom, his voice scared.

“It’s okay, Hunter. It was dark and Rhonny didn’t see me. I scared her,” Trent called out. Both he and Gage were up and off the sofa. Rhonny stood trembling, clearly terrified. He tried hard to diffuse the situation as Gage grinned like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Gage stayed close to the sofa, tucking his shirt back inside his jeans.

“Daddy, Em and I are scared,” Hunter called back with Em seconding his comment.

“I’m coming,” Trent said, and he could see both their heads sticking out his door down the lit hall.

“I need to go. You go take care of them,” Gage said.

Rhonny finally got her wits about her. “I’ll get them back in bed, Trent. You say goodbye, but I think you need to leave the porch light on Mister! You scared me to death!” Rhonny said, grinning, and then turning back to the kids.

“Your daddy scared me bad!” Rhonny said, shooing both the kids back into Trent’s bedroom.

“Can you walk me out?” Gage asked, taking a step toward the front door. The moment created a slight awkwardness between them, and Trent smiled ducking his head. This felt very much like getting caught by your parents doing something you shouldn’t be doing. Trent got to the front door first and opened it for Gage. He stepped out onto the porch and Trent followed. The lights were off. Gage took a couple of steps forward before turning on his heel, startling Trent at the abruptness of the movement. Instead of walking down the steps, he grasped Trent by the hand and led him to the railing.