“You’ll see.” Gage disconnected the call and stayed standing, staring at the door, surprised there wasn’t even a sense of loss at what he’d just done. It felt right. A smile touched his lips. He must be soundly and completely in love to do what he was about to do.
“They’re in Rhonny’s room. Did you make your call?” Trent said, coming back inside the bedroom. He shut the door behind him, but didn’t set the lock and that made it clear he didn’t think Gage planned to stay.
“I did. I have a couple of hours before I have to leave. You need to sleep, Trent.” If Gage could get Trent to sleep, he could leave here in a couple of hours and still be there before General Porter could possibly arrive.
“I don’t think I can,” Trent said, coming to stand about a foot in front of Gage. He slid his hands in his jean pockets.
“Lay with me. Let me hold you,” Gage said, moving to Trent who stayed rooted in his spot. Uncertainty played across Trent’s face, and Gage ignored it. He couldn’t tell him his plans, because he wasn’t sure of them himself, but he did give a simple, “I’ve got an idea. You need to trust me, Trent. I’ll keep you informed every step of the way, but you need to sleep. I need you fresh and alert on this deal.”
Gage reached his hands out, needing to touch Trent like he needed to breathe. He began pulling Trent’s shirt from his jeans. Trent followed suit, toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning his jeans. Neither said anything as they undressed him and Trent averted his eyes as he decided if his briefs would go, too.
“You’re spectacular to look at, Trent. I don’t know how you maintain this body, but you’re hot as hell. Even under the weight of all this stress, I’m physically turned on by you. Let me make love to you tonight, baby,” Gage said, moving closer to Trent, but he stepped back, and Gage wondered how his heart could hurt so badly at the move when it wasn’t even in his chest any longer.
Trent didn’t say a word as he walked over to the door, clicking the lock, and then to the nightstand, pulling a box of condoms out and a large bottle of lubricant. “I bought these this weekend when I thought I was gonna be having lots of sex in my near future. They’ll be going to waste now…We might as well use them,” Trent said casually and dropped his briefs to the floor.
Gage came up behind Trent, turning him around, drawing him into a kiss. One hand pulled at his own clothing, while the other stroked Trent’s half aroused cock, bringing him fully to life. It took mere seconds for Gage to undress, and Trent broke from the kiss to open a condom. He pushed it down on Gage.
“Fuck me hard. Please? I need it hard, tonight, I can’t take tender…” Trent whispered the words with a desperate edge filling his voice.
“Baby, you have to hear me. I’m going to do everything I can to make this right for you. I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” Gage said, holding him in place.
“I’m absolutely certain tomorrow I’m gonna regret this, but just fuck me hard, Gage. The harder, the better.”
Gage flipped him around, not waiting until they were on the bed. Instead they were somewhere between the bed and the nightstand. Gage reached for the oil. He worked quickly, shoving two fingers inside Trent. Gage coated his own dick when Trent reached a hand around, pushed his fingers away from his ass and positioned Gage at his rim. Gage thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside Trent, stretching him in one mind blowing thrust. Trent reared back with a deep, satisfying moan, growling from his chest. Trent braced himself on the headboard and nightstand, gripping both hard. The fact Trent stayed on his feet said a lot for his strength. Gage began pumping hard into Trent, slapping his balls against Trent’s ass, dropping more oil on his fast moving cock.
“Harder,” Trent growled out, and Gage gripped his hips, keeping him in place, pounding harder. The force of the fucking took his breath away and he liked it like this. The hot as hell experience pushed his orgasm closer. He drove faster, back and forth, digging his fingers into Trent’s hips. He’d dreamed of Trent this way, he’d wanted him like this from the first moment he saw him. Gage reached his hand forward and knocked Trent’s hand away from his own cock. He gripped it, stroking it hard in the rhythm his hips created. Barely a moment passed before Trent roared his release and Gage followed seconds later. It was fast, hard, and unbelievably gratifying.
Trent slumped over and Gage gripped his hips hard, keeping them upright. He needed a minute to gather himself, but Trent would have no part of it, his knees gave out and he fell to his side on the bed. Gage slipped out, but grabbed on to the nightstand, staying on his feet until he could fall across the end of the bed and not land on top of Trent.
“Jesus, Trent, that was completely unexpected.” Gage’s breathless comment met with the soft snoring of the man he loved. He gave himself another minute before he rose to get them both settled. He gathered his clothes to limit the wrinkles, knowing there wouldn’t be time to change before he met General Porter. Gage intended to stay here as long as he possibly could. After he cleaned them up, he risked waking Trent to put him under the covers. Trent opened those red, swollen eyes to him and gave a small smile, pulling Gage down in bed with him. It felt like the most natural move in the world to have Trent’s arm come out and hook around his waist, pulling him down in bed with him.
“I love you, baby,” Gage whispered.