Sin City Uniform 01 - All Fired Up (18 page)

Shawn grabbed his hair and pulled him back, breaking their connection. His breaths were short, gasping.

“Baby. Oh, baby, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

Trent felt as though he were being climbed like a tree. Shawn had hoisted himself up until his legs were wrapped around Trent’s waist, his arms encircling his neck, holding on as if he’d never let go. He cupped Shawn’s ass to keep him from falling.

“I have you, Shawn, sweetheart. I’ve missed you too, so very much. I need you. More than you’ll ever know.”

It frightened him to say it out loud because it was so true.

“I love you.”

Trent gasped. Shawn had said it as he’d stared directly into his eyes, not showing any uncertainty or fear.

“I don’t expect you to say it back. I just needed you to know.”

Trent captured Shawn’s mouth again, sweeping inside with his tongue, deeper each time until they couldn’t breathe. He retreated, but kissed Shawn’s face, his chin, his neck over and over, Shawn writhing against him.

In between loving on Shawn, he whispered to him. “I’ve known for a while. Love you too. Didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Fuck, Trent. Always tell me everything. I wanna know.”

He nodded before taking Shawn’s mouth again. His honeyed flavor was such an aphrodisiac. Every part of him tasted like heaven. And Trent wanted heaven that night.

Realizing they might be giving the neighbors quite a show and that the dinner he’d spent almost three hours making was about to burn, he carried Shawn inside. He could carry him around forever, wished he could keep him in his pocket. He lowered him on the couch, expecting Shawn to let go so he could get his bag and close the door, but he hung on, wrapping his legs even tighter around Trent’s waist. He lost his balance and tumbled forward, rolling at the last minute so as not to crush Shawn.

They both laughed happily, peppering one another with more kisses, their movements growing heated once again. Trent groaned.

“Shawn, the door, the pot pies.”

Shawn froze. “Pot pies? As in, an actual pot pie that you made?”

“Yeah.”

They were still wrapped around one another, stealing little pecks on one another’s faces as they talked.

“That’s a quandary.”

“That so?”

“Yes. Are they chicken pot pies?”

Trent snorted. “They are.”

“Hmm. My favorite. And when will these chicken pot pies be done?”

“In a few minutes.”

“And they need to be eaten right away?”

“Actually, they have to sit for about ten to fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect.”

“Why perfect?”

“That’s all the time I need. Mouth or hand?”

Trent hissed. “You are such a rascal. Mouth. But I really think I should close the front door and shut the oven off first.”

“Okay, you do that and I’ll get naked.”

“Jesus.”

Trent rushed around taking care of everything, his nuts already tightening in anticipation. Once he returned from the kitchen, he was treated to the most glorious sight ever—Shawn’s nude body.

“Want you so bad.”

“Want you more, baby.”

Tearing his clothes from his body as quickly as he could, Trent kept his gaze trained on Shawn’s full cock, the flared head slick and red with his desire. It would be in his mouth soon.

Once he was free from the confines of his clothing, he advanced on Shawn. Right as he reached the couch, Shawn moved to stroke his own dick and Trent slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch. I want every drop that’s there on my tongue.”

“Then give me that.”

Shawn fisted his erection and tugged him forward with it. He wrapped his kiss-swollen lips around the tip, pressing his tongue in the slit. Trent lifted one leg and planted his foot on the sofa cushion next to Shawn. As Shawn lowered his mouth on Trent’s shaft, taking more of him in, Trent placed his hand on the back of Shawn’s head. He was careful not to push on him, only to cradle him.

His ball sac hung low and heavy, swaying as Shawn sucked him. Shawn had been running his hands up and down Trent’s legs as he deep-throated him, but he raised one of them to palm Trent’s nuts, manipulating them as he continued to hungrily eat his leaking dick. Shawn increased his suction, flicking his tongue like mad over his glans every time he reached the tip.

“Oh, God, close…”

A surge of energy rushed to his core, his balls tightening. He shot, grabbing onto

Shawn’s shoulder with one hand as he pitched forward. He stopped himself with his other hand, falling against the back of the couch as the force of his orgasm carried him onward. A strangled sound was wrenched from his mouth as Shawn continued to draw his climax out, milking him with his lips, his tongue.

Out of breath from Shawn’s amazing blow job, his knees buckled. He finally rolled all the way onto the couch, Shawn allowing Trent’s sated flesh to fall from his mouth. He covered his eyes with one arm, the rest of him melted and splayed on the sofa.

“Unreal. I don’t think I can move.”

Shawn crawled up next to him and cuddled to his side. Trent raised the arm he’d had over his face and wrapped it around Shawn, pulling him closer. He nuzzled his head before whispering to him.

“Now you.”

“I can wait.” Shawn chuckled, obviously satisfied with himself. “You seem a tad spent.”

“You can face fuck, can’t you? Use me.”

The change in Shawn’s body language was instantaneous. Shawn tensed then quickly straddled him. It was clear that Trent’s idea had been met with approval. Trent cupped Shawn’s ass again, encouraging him higher.

“Come on, give me that hard cock. Paint my lips with your cum.”

“Fuck, Trent, your voice. Let me at least get it in your mouth before I nut all over.”

A low rumble of laughter came up from Trent’s chest. “Here, lay it on my tongue.”

He relaxed his head against the cushion and opened his mouth wide, sticking out the promised tongue. Shawn appeared dazed, heady with lust. He rose up on the couch until he stood, angling the soft steel of his shaft until the tip lay where Trent had requested. Shawn let loose a groaning sigh, clutching Trent’s hair and shoulder to keep his balance.

Trent wrapped his lips around the mushroomed head, suckling only the end, pulling him in, urging him on.

“Uhnh, oh shit, Trent, baby.”

Shawn placed both hands on the couch on either side of Trent and moved in and out of his mouth in short, rapid thrusts. Trent traced his fingers along the backs of Shawn’s thighs, playing in the hair, softly caressing his ass. He ghosted two digits over his hole, already anticipating what he wanted to do to Shawn later that night. He slid his hand down his taint then teased the underside of his sac gently, sweetly.

The instant Shawn’s balls drew up, he grabbed him at the root and pulled off his cock.

“Trent, I’m gonna…”

As soon as he had Shawn’s dick free of his mouth, he pointed it at his face.

“
Yeah
, come now.”

Shawn spurted his release in short, milky jets as Trent used Shawn’s cock to rub the cum on his lips, all over his cheeks. Twitching and jerking, Shawn continued to pump into Trent’s fist, Trent squeezing more seed from him. Shawn fumbled between them, loosening Trent’s grip on his member. Once he was free, he dropped down on his knees to take Trent’s mouth, licking up his own juices then sharing it with Trent on a kiss.

He was deliciously and thoroughly satisfied. They kneaded and caressed one another some more, the smell and stickiness of their encounter marked all over them.

Trent captured Shawn’s bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulled.

“Those pies should be ready by now.” He felt gloriously wicked. “Even though we already ate.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows. “Listen to you. Well, I considered that an appetizer.”

“And the main course?”

“That’s after the pies.”

* * * *

Nude again, Shawn was sprawled on his stomach across Trent’s bed, a pillow tucked under his chin, his arms wrapped around it. Trent was downstairs locking up the house and getting them more wine. He’d instructed Shawn to be naked and ready for him when he returned.

After their earlier encounter, they’d only put their underwear back on, so naked hadn’t been that far of a trip. They’d shared an amazing meal—he could seriously become accustomed to Trent’s culinary expertise—and had curled up on the couch afterwards, touching and talking. The truly remarkable part of the evening was how willing Trent had been to tell stories of his life, to really converse. Other than the sessions with Dr Silver, he’d never heard Trent form so many sentences together all at once. He still wouldn’t categorize him as a chatterbox—nor did he want him to be—but he sensed it came from a place of trust that Trent was so willing to open up with him.

His chest constricted a little at the thought of almost losing Trent. He shouldn’t be thinking of such things, but it was highlighted by their earlier confessions of love. He’d honestly been surprised. Going by what he’d already experienced with Trent, knowing his manner, he’d thought Trent might be one of those guys that could never actually say the words—that Shawn might have had to follow little bread crumbs through a dark forest to get to the truth.

“Are you ready for me to take care of that sweet ass?”

It hadn’t been the greeting he’d expected, but he decided Trent’s was much better than any other he could’ve hoped for.

“I can’t imagine ever saying no to that.”

“Good. I’m going to jump in the shower and rinse off. I’ll be right back.”

Shawn leaped off the bed. “Hey, wait for me.”

Trent offered his hand and they laced their fingers together.

“This’ll be quick. I’m anxious to play with your hot little hole.”

“Fuck, Trent.”

He grasped his dick without thinking. The filthy words uttered in the low growl of Trent’s voice were the only real turn on he would ever need.

True to his word, they were in there for only a few minutes. It could’ve easily gone longer, but Trent kept pulling Shawn’s hands away from both of their shafts, finally smacking his butt to get him to stop. Once they stepped out of the stall, Trent toweled him off—and as expected—scooped him up and carried him to the bed. He laid him down, then stepped back, eyeing him greedily.

“Love you.”

Shawn grinned, his heart full again. “Love you too.”

“I want tonight to be better than you’ve ever had.”

“Trent, you’re already better than I’ve ever had.”

“I want you to have more, more than you even knew you wanted. And I’ll be the only one who’ll ever give it to you.”

He couldn’t breathe deeply enough, Trent’s words had surrounded him, filled him.

“Trust me.”

Shawn nodded, his cock straining, throbbing with need. “I will. I do.”

“Then get on all fours, facing the headboard.”

“Fuck.” He’d muttered it as he’d positioned himself. Trent had been an immediate attraction for him, a sexual beacon that he’d flocked to. But since they’d been together, he’d seemed to transform into more and more of a lusty horn dog.

“Nice, very nice. I’m going to loosen you up real nice. Make you beg.”

Begging already.

The way he was displayed gave him a sense of incredible vulnerability. He heard a drawer open behind him and began to twist around to peer over his shoulder.

“No looking.”

He snapped his head forward. The mattress dipped behind him and he knew that Trent was right there, Trent’s face level with his open ass cheeks. He jerked, almost losing his balance when Trent’s warm breath fanned across his exposed crease. Trent lightly tapped his opening, teasing it, making tiny circles around it.

“Your hole responds to my every little touch. Mmm.”

Shawn exhaled on a loud moan as Trent’s tongue slid up his crack, slow and wet. He laved his backside completely, dipping below to suckle the loose skin of his sac, taking small nips of his sensitive flesh around his entrance, and flicking his pucker with the hardened tip of his tongue.

Trent’s attentions increased in their fervor, each lick, each exploration more insistent than the last. Finally, Trent seemed to focus all his energy on Shawn’s eager hole, pushing, prodding until Trent had forced his tongue past Shawn’s tight rim. He fucked him with it, Shawn feeling how Trent’s entire face was buried in his ass, noises akin to growls pouring out of Trent.

When he retreated, the loss of Trent’s mouth on him was palpable. Shawn couldn’t help a small whimper that fell from his lips. He felt the soothing caress of Trent’s large hand on his lower back.

“Shh, there’s much more. Drop to your elbows, it’ll be easier and make it better too.”

He was dying to know what ‘it’ was. They’d never fucked in the position he was in, so he thought that might be what Trent had planned. The sensation of the lube in his crease seemed to confirm his thoughts and he was anxious to be filled with Trent’s large shaft.

Trent breached him almost immediately with two fingers, stretching him nicely. He pushed back against the intrusion, hungry for more—much more. He pulled out and Shawn prepared himself to be penetrated by Trent’s rigid flesh. Instead, there was an unyielding object pressed to his anus.

My dildo.

His small gasp must have been telling.

“You left something here. I’ve been aching to use this on you, to make you come with it stuffed up your ass.”

“Trent…”

He wanted to tell him to quit talking or the toy would never make it past his rim before he shot all over the bed covers. But his breath was stolen when the tip of the dildo opened him up by a fraction. There couldn’t be more than half an inch of the object inside him, but it was enough to make him fall on his heels.

“Okay, yes, I’m begging. Please put it in.”

“I will. Eventually.

Trent slid his hand under his stomach and encouraged him to stick his rear back in the air.

“That’s it. Let’s try that again, stay still and let me control it.”

It was even worse than before. Trent slid it around the outer ring of his hole, almost poking it in a few times, only to go back to circling it again. Shawn clutched at his hair, the top of his head pressed to the pillow, his asshole aching for more attention.