Sin City Uniform 01 - All Fired Up (8 page)

“Cold?”

He shook his head. “Excited. Won’t last long.”

“Good. You need your rest.”

Shawn drew his eyebrows together. “What about you?”

“I’ll stroke myself off while I suck you.”

“Like hell you will. I wanna make you come.”

Trent leaned down to take his mouth again, not sure how he would ever get enough of Shawn’s kisses. Yes. He wanted Shawn to make him come. Without breaking the contact of their lips, he dropped to one elbow then took Shawn’s hand and placed it on his needy shaft.

The moment Shawn wrapped his fingers around him, he almost shot his load. There’d been too much of a build-up. It had been fun, but he didn’t want to wait anymore.

He growled into the kiss, pumping his dick into Shawn’s fist. It had been so long since he’d been touched by anyone, since he’d wanted to be touched by anyone. His balls abruptly tightened, the surge of energy in his spine almost startling in its intensity.

“Oh, God, Shawn.”

He froze, coming over and over on Shawn’s hand, his stomach. He still rested on his elbows, but he dropped his forehead on Shawn’s shoulder. He shuddered when Shawn released his softening member, every nerve alive right under the surface of his skin. His breathing gradually slowed and he lifted his head to gaze into Shawn’s eyes.

“Beautiful.”

He meant it in so many different ways and he was certain Shawn understood. Dipping his chin, he tasted Shawn’s lips without deepening the kiss. He reached between them to rub his cum into Shawn’s belly, stroked the soft hair of his happy trail. He was startled when Shawn pulled away to lick Trent’s seed off his fingers.

“Jesus.”

Trent had said it barely above a whisper. It was so hot between them, so immediate.

Typically, Trent took a while to open up to someone. There were few with whom he’d ever even wished to do such a thing. It seemed as though once he’d decided to give Shawn a chance, he’d dropped every last bit of his resistance—caved in and allowed himself to feel everything.

Giving Shawn one more soft peck, he then lowered down the length of his body where he was met by Shawn’s straining length. He’d been waiting all day for this one moment, the moment when he sucked Shawn, felt him on his tongue for the first time.

It was everything. Not so much that it was all he’d wanted it to be, but that it
was
everything. The soft skin encasing the heated erection. The sweet, full balls. His masculine scent highlighted by the clean soap smell. Shawn’s strong thighs on either side of his head, tensing and bunching as he trembled under Trent’s ministrations.

He swallowed Shawn down, allowed his mushroomed head to slide past his gag reflex—working the muscles of his throat until whimpers and cries fell from Shawn’s lips, Shawn’s heels digging in the mattress. He lifted off his dick with a strong suctioning pull, then teased his slit. Shawn grabbed his hair, his noises gaining in strength as he bucked his hips.

Trent increased his pace, the intensity. As Shawn thrust into his mouth, Trent shoved a hand under his ass to grab hold. He squeezed and kneaded his flesh even as he furiously ate Shawn’s cock. Shawn’s nuts drew tight right as he pulsed the first stream of hot cum into Trent’s mouth. Immediately, there was a loud yell and Trent continued to milk Shawn’s orgasm, pulling as much as he could from his lover.

As soon as Shawn went boneless on the bed, Trent let Shawn’s softening member fall from his mouth and scooted up to gather him in his arms. He cradled Shawn, encouraging him to twine their limbs together. Soon, Shawn’s breathing slowed and evened out. Trent smiled against the top of Shawn’s head where it was tucked in the crook of his neck.

Yes. Sucked him to sleep.

Floating. It didn’t make sense because he was in the desert, surrounded by multi- colored rock vistas, scrub trees and cacti. It was so magnificent, more incredible than anything he’d ever seen. But he continued to float all around the spectacular sights. He wanted to take pictures, to capture the memories forever, but Trent was calling. And he wanted Trent more, because somehow he understood that Trent had given it all to him.

“It’s almost six o’clock. I can throw a couple tuna steaks or some chicken on the grill if you’d like.”

He was in Trent’s arms. In his bed.

Fuck yeah.

“Hey.”

One corner of Trent’s lips curled up. “Did you hear me, sleepyhead?”

Shawn grunted, rubbing his eyes with one hand “Yes.” He yawned. “Here, let me throw something on and I’ll come help you.”

He was already in motion, trying to roll away to launch himself from the bed, but Trent yanked him back.

“This first.”

Before he knew what had happened, he was wrapped up in Trent’s arms again, and Trent was pushing his tongue into Shawn’s mouth. Shawn’s dick hardened and his stomach rumbled simultaneously. Trent chuckled into the kiss, then let go.

“I know, me too.”

Shawn wasn’t sure if he’d meant that he was hungry or horny. But once Trent stood from the bed, he could see that horny was most certainly a big part of it.

Really big. Damn.

His own full erection was obviously of interest to Trent as well, since he openly stared at him. He wasn’t particularly shy, but being around Trent gave him a sensation of vulnerability he’d never experienced before. Strangely, he liked it. He’d fought that feeling ever since his early days of being picked on by his brother and his brother’s asshole friends.

Being vulnerable in any way was not an option once he’d joined the force in Los Angeles. But it was different with Trent. It seemed right.

“Come on.”

Trent had finally torn his eyes from him and jerked his head in the direction of the bathroom.

“I need a quick shower.”

Chuckling Shawn remembered their recent encounter, running his hands across his stomach. It had been like Trent had marked him in his own way.

“I definitely need one.”

Shawn glanced down in dismay at his dusty, dirty shorts. He’d brought an extra tee and some boxers, but hadn’t thought to bring any jeans or anything else.

It was clear Trent had picked up on his quandary, as he’d headed to his dresser. He pulled a pair of black gym shorts from one of the top drawers.

“Here. These have a drawstring, so you can tighten them up if you need to.”

Shawn snorted. “Oh, I’ll need to.”

“I’ll go first.”

He must have had a telling expression on his face, because Trent came over, grabbed his hand, and clamped his mouth on his for a quick, but claiming kiss. Once he let go, he looked intently into his eyes.

“We’ll never make it to dinner otherwise.”

Shawn admired the view as Trent ambled into the bathroom. He thought about at least ogling him while he washed up, but realized that what Trent had said about them becoming too distracted was probably true. Instead, he contented himself with reclining against the headboard of the bed. As he idly daydreamed, his mind wandered to the exquisite interlude they’d shared earlier. He surrendered to the fact that he was going to be hard no matter what he did.

After Trent exited the shower, he left the water running, calling out to him.

“Take your time. I’ll get the grill started.”

Shawn pushed himself up from the bed for his turn. Trent approached him, gloriously naked, semi-erect dick bobbing. Shawn tracked the droplets of water trailing down Trent’s sculpted body, watching as they crossed the lines where the brown skin abruptly changed to white. Trent grabbed the back of his head, skimming his lips back and forth across Shawn’s before finishing with a light peck.

“See you in the kitchen.”

Trent patted his behind and left the room. The urge to rub out a quick one was achingly strong. He behaved himself, but washed in record time to stave off his weakening resolve.

Since he didn’t have his backpack in the bedroom to get his clean undies, he decided to free ball it. As he was pulling up the shorts, Trent entered, holding his pack.

“Uh, thanks.”

He thought about dropping the shorts and putting on his underwear, but rejected it.

Oh well. Easier access later.

The thought had his dick springing back to life, which was way too obvious in his commando state. He didn’t miss Trent’s interest in his aroused condition.

“Food first. You’ll want to be fortified for the evening.”

The deep timbre of Trent’s voice, the slight growl when he’d told him what they were going to do, had him right at the precipice of an orgasm once again. It was like a warm, welcoming mouth wrapped around his cock whenever Trent spoke to him like that. It was most definitely the only time in his life when he’d experienced such a thing.

They decided on the fish and while the grill warmed up, Trent put some brown rice in the cooker and Shawn sliced up some tomato and cucumber to go along with the salad. It was homey and comfortable, not at all how he’d pictured them being together for the first time. But it was good.

“Can you chop up these green onions too?”

“Sure. You want them in with the salad?”

“They’re for the rice.”

Shawn was curious, but he waited to see what sort of culinary magic Trent had in mind.

Once they had everything ready, Trent took the steaks outside for a quick heating. By the time he was back inside, everything else was ready to go. He watched as Trent scooped up the rice and put it in a serving bowl. Then he added a couple of spoons of olive oil, some garlic salt and the onions Shawn had chopped up. He mixed it all together.

“Gives it some flavor.”

Shawn nodded, his mouth watering. Not only did he and Trent have similar likes in food, but having a hunky, sexy man around who liked to cook? That was a recipe for endless wet dreams.

It had finally cooled down to a more bearable temperature of somewhere in the upper eighties, so they decided to eat out on the covered patio. It was blissfully relaxing and Shawn was so grateful that they’d managed to get together, and that the barriers Trent had put up had finally seemed to come down.

“You’re thinking about something.”

Shawn glanced up from the fork in his hand that had just been filled with a bite of the amazing rice. He chewed it then swallowed, wiping his mouth with one of the paper towels they’d brought outside.

“I’m glad things worked out so we could be together today—that you didn’t run away from me like those times before.”

Trent appeared uncomfortable, peering down at his plate and fiddling with his fork.

Shawn had a twinge of regret for opening his big mouth. At the same time, as much as he liked it when other people spoke directly and didn’t play games, he was the same way.

“I wasn’t running.” Trent frowned. “Maybe a little.” He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around before training his gaze on Shawn. “I think you can tell how much I like you.

It just took me a bit to allow myself to take a chance again. That’s all.”

This time he didn’t look away, but kept his eyes locked on Shawn.

“I get it.” An unusual bout of shyness rose up in him. “Are you glad you took a chance?”

“Very.”

Shawn’s breath hitched a little. With one word Trent had conveyed a tremendous amount of intent. They went back to eating, silent for most of it. When they’d finished, Shawn rose to help Trent take in the dishes, but Trent laid a hand on his shoulder as he walked past.

“Stay here. I’ve got this.”

He wanted to protest, but there was that tone in Trent’s voice again that made him weak-kneed. Made him want to do whatever Trent asked of him. In a few minutes, Trent had reappeared with a bowl of assorted berries, topped with whipped cream. He had a flash of what they could do with those berries and cream, but figured that wasn’t Trent’s plan. At least, not immediately.

Trent peered up at him from a spoonful of fruit he’d just consumed, a dollop of the cream still clinging to his upper lip. He licked it up with a quick swipe of his tongue and Shawn groaned before he could stop himself. Trent gave him a quirky smile.

“You’re quite the rascal.”

Shawn snickered. “Rascal? Maybe.” He cleared his throat. “So, I was curious ’cause I don’t really know very much about you. I mean…were you born here in Vegas? Do you have family nearby?”

Trent arched his eyebrows then nodded. “I was going to ask you the same thing. Except for the Vegas part. I already know you’re from LA.”

“Vicki?”

“Nah. Lee told me.”

Shawn shook his head. “Lee?”

“Best friend. We grew up together in Pahrump, and he’s one of the guys at Station 32.”

“Oh,
that
Lee. Is he…?”

“No. He’s not gay. But we’ve known each other since kindergarten.”

“Damn. I wish I had someone I’d been close to for that long.” Shawn frowned. “How’d he know where I was from?”

Trent shrugged. “Usual inter-departmental gossip, I suppose.” He locked eyes with Shawn again. “He informed me the day of the blood drive.”

“Oh.” Shawn squirmed in his chair. “Did you ask him?”

“Didn’t have to. When you’ve known someone for as many years as we have, they can tell.”

“Tell?”

“That I liked you.”

Shawn swallowed, working up his courage. “I liked you then too.”

“Hmmph.”

“What?”

“I guess I was being silly.”

Shawn reached across the small glass table and took Trent’s hand.

“No you weren’t. I understand now.”

Trent squeezed his hand, but didn’t let go. They talked some more, filling each other in on some highlights of their early years, why they’d chosen their respective careers. There had been similar reasons driving their job decisions. They both liked the outdoors, not being stuck behind a desk and the satisfaction of helping people.

Shawn also learned that Trent had been raised by a single mom that he didn’t have much contact with—that they’d lived in a trailer and had barely scraped by. Shawn shared with Trent how his family, while big and middle class, didn’t really want him around that much. Hadn’t for a while. Their religious background didn’t allow for a gay family member, unless, of course, he’d been willing to ‘pray the gay away’.