Sin City Uniform 01 - All Fired Up (9 page)

The most revealing thing about their conversation was that they’d both been cursed with severely homophobic brothers.

“Chris told me he was glad I was moving away. He said that he was the only one in the family that had the courage to say to my face that he hated me—that they all felt that way about me.”

“Fucking prick.” Trent had a pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry.”

Shawn exhaled slowly, the talk of his brother forming a knot in his stomach the way it always did. It was a reminder that he really was all alone in the world.

Trent stood then moved to kneel beside his chair. He took one of Shawn’s hands and sandwiched it between his own.

“They obviously don’t realize what they’re missing by not having you in their lives.”

Trent caressed him, his strokes strong and assured. Comforting.

A surprising wave of emotion rose up in him and for a disconcerting moment, he thought he might tear up. He swallowed around the lump in his throat to tamp it down. He needed Trent to take him away from the ugly thoughts their conversation had brought up.

“Take me to bed?”

Without answering, Trent rose then gently tugged on Shawn’s hand, encouraging him to follow. The last thing Shawn needed was encouragement to go with Trent, but he liked the sensation of feeling wanted. Once they were inside his bedroom, Trent yanked Shawn to him, and any reserve they may have had left between each other was stripped away. They used their hands, lips and tongues frantically on one another. Even as they peeled off their minimal clothing, they remained in contact as much as possible.

Heavy breathing and urgent groans filled the air and Shawn remembered what Trent had asked him earlier—asked if he wanted to bottom for him. Even though he usually bottomed, the idea of Trent covering him with his strong, muscled body and driving into him with his generous length made him shudder. He whimpered.

The floor seemed to fall away and he realized he was in Trent’s arms again. It was crazy how much he liked it. After all that had happened between them, he’d been sure that he would have fought being carried. After being tossed on the bed, Trent loomed over him, staring down at him.

“Gonna make you feel so good.”

Trent moved fast, the mattress dipping as he pushed Shawn’s legs open and back, exposing him to Trent’s view. Shawn was rock-fucking hard and not sure how he could possibly last. He cried out as the moist heat of Trent’s lips and tongue caressed his sac, laved his shaft then sucked briefly on his tip. Trent moaned, the vibrations going to his very core.

“Love your taste.”

Trent had muttered it in between licks and sucks in an even raspier voice than normal.

Never had he had a man love him with his mouth so thoroughly, so sensually. When Trent dipped to his hole, poking it with the end of his tongue, he startled, clenching his pucker.

Trent ran one hand up his abdomen to his chest, pinching and tweaking his nipples. He used the other to hold Shawn in place, to hold him open as Trent greedily ate his ass.

“Please…” Shawn mewled.

His steeled erection bobbed against his belly as he writhed under Trent’s oral attentions. Still Trent held him down, unable to do anything but take the pleasure he forced on him. Clutching the sheets in his fists, Shawn made a strangled animal noise, not sure where all his sounds were coming from. But he knew where all the sensations came from—

Trent’s touch, his mouth, his hold, the way he seemed to give everything over to making sure Shawn was taken care of.

Trent lifted his head then licked his way up from his hole, perineum, across his sac and up his length. He swirled around his helmeted head, pushing his tongue into Shawn’s slit.

Shawn reached for Trent, but Trent grabbed his wrists before locking his eyes on him. It was just before twilight—the room dim but not dark.

“I want in.”

Shawn had his head lifted from the pillow and he nodded slightly before letting himself drop back down. His breathing was still accelerated from the overwhelming force of Trent’s passion. He had never been so turned on to anyone before.

He’d been so lost in his own hazy thoughts that it wasn’t until the cool trickles of lube ran down his crack that he was brought back to the present. He’d jumped a little in surprise and Trent whispered to him.

“I should’ve warmed that up with my hands first. I’ll remember for next time.”

Before he had a chance to ponder the ‘next time’ remark, he let out a sigh as Trent’s finger sank into his channel. He clenched around it, wanting more but so grateful for what was already there.

“Oh, God, Trent. Wanted this.”

“Mmm, yes. Me too. Gonna give you more.”

Trent added a second digit and Shawn thrust, pushed against his hand, begging for it.

Trent finger-fucked him nice and slow, digging deeper until he crooked his fingers to peg his gland. It wasn’t merely good, it was mind shattering. He wanted to grab his own dick, but sensed that Trent wouldn’t allow it. He knew his lover had a thing about being in charge. He couldn’t temper a grin. Letting Trent be in charge of some things wasn’t such a bad idea.

However, his nerves were alive—sparking and catching fire—and he needed something more. He grabbed a fistful of Trent’s hair and held on.

“Stretch me. Fill me.”

Trent leaned up and plunged into his mouth right as he added a third finger. He wanted to tell Trent that he couldn’t keep control—that being invaded so forcefully at both ends was too much. But he loved it, wanted it. Trent worked him over good, did exactly as Shawn had begged. When he removed his hand and sat up, Shawn gave a low cry.

“Shh. Gonna get myself ready.”

Watching Trent roll the condom over his gorgeous member then slick it up with more lube made him clench again. At last, he crawled between Shawn’s legs, bringing one up so that it rested on his shoulder.

“Pillow?”

“S-sure.”

At that point, he really didn’t give a shit. All he cared about was being impaled by Trent’s glorious cock. Trent shoved a pillow under Shawn’s ass then the head of his gloved dick nudged against Shawn’s hole. The leg that he didn’t have over Trent’s arm, he used to wrap around his waist, encouraging him on. Trent urged past his resisting ring of muscle and he hissed. Trent looked down on him with concern.

“More.” He gritted out.

It had been a while, but he wasn’t going to let that slow things down. He pushed out right as Trent thrust forward and within seconds, Trent was seated in his ass. They were connected, Trent’s balls nestled against him, the slight bristle of his pubic hair tickling his skin.

“Don’t move.” Shawn whispered, his eyes closed.

“Are you okay?”

Shawn heard the worry in his voice yet he couldn’t help but smile.

“More than okay. I just want to feel you like this for a minute.”

He was so
full
. So filled with the most amazing man he’d ever met. He was aware of a slight throbbing inside his passage from Trent’s needy cock. His own cock twitched. He could feel it leaking. His asshole clamped around the large member invading his body. He brushed his hands up Trent’s torso, opening his eyes to look right at him.

“Fuck me.”

Trent groaned in answer then pulled almost all the way out before slamming into him.

He did his best to arch his back in the trapped position, tried with all he had to meet up with every snap of Trent’s hips. The stretch, the burn, the everything wound him into a tightly coiled ball of need.

As their coupling increased in its frenzy, sweat gathered on his skin, and he felt small droplets fall on him from Trent. He opened his eyes again, mesmerized by how Trent’s face twisted in an agonizing ecstasy as he fucked Shawn into oblivion. Suddenly, Trent’s eyes went wide and as their gazes locked, it set them both off. Neither one of them looked away as they cried out in simultaneous release, their shouts echoing in the bedroom. Shawn had never seen anything so beautiful as Trent coming.

His insides milked Trent more, causing him to jerk in his passage. He rarely came without direct stimulation to his dick, but he’d been ready to shoot his load from almost the moment Trent had first tongued his hole. It would be so easy to get addicted to sex with him.

Trent eased Shawn’s one leg down then slowly pulled out of him before removing the condom and disposing of it. He then stretched out and draped his body over Shawn’s, holding himself up on his elbows so that Shawn wouldn’t be crushed. Shawn couldn’t deny how wonderful it was to be held down by Trent, to be underneath him, protected.

Wasn’t that all he was trying to do before?

Trent took his mouth, lazily exploring it with his tongue. It was calming, brought him closer to his new lover, brought him down from his orgasmic high. It wasn’t like so many of his previous encounters—even with men he’d had a relationship with—where they simply rolled off each other when the deed was done.

He
did
like feeling protected by Trent, wanted to be cherished by someone. But it couldn’t be done from that place of fear Trent had shown him before. He was sure they were past that. Trent had to understand it couldn’t be like that with them.

Trent broke the kiss but stayed close so that their breaths mingled.

“I have more berries—and more whipped cream.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows. “Funny you should mention it. I’d had a dirty thought or two when you brought out the dessert earlier.”

“I noticed. Let me get us a cloth to wash up with then I’ll be right back. I plan on painting your entire body with that cream.”

“That sounds cold.”

“Maybe at first. But I’ll make it hot.”

Trent’s eyes held a promise that Shawn was sure he would keep.

Trent was back on shift at the fire station for the next couple of days and it was the first time in a while that he wished he wasn’t there. It had been oddly difficult to drop Shawn off at his apartment that morning. Not that he’d thought he’d be anxious to see him go. It had more to do with how anxious he was that Shawn ever had to leave at all.

Taking a sip of the coffee he’d just poured as he stood in the station kitchen, Trent endeavored to work through everything in his mind. It wasn’t easy—not when his emotions kept pushing rational thought out of the way and telling it to mind its own business. He was certain that what was happening was a good thing. That didn’t stop it from being scary.

“Hey, there you are. You didn’t call me back last night.”

Right after their second helping of dessert and he’d licked Shawn clean, he’d heard the phone go off. Shawn had been dozing, so he’d disentangled himself to check that it wasn’t something to do with work. He didn’t typically leave a friend hanging like that, but he’d had an inexplicable urge to keep them both safely wrapped up in their own world for a while, to not let anything else intrude.

Lee stepped into the kitchen then grabbed the pot, pouring himself some coffee as well.

Trent was surprised to see him. “I didn’t know you were in today.”

“Took Ed’s shift. His mom is in the hospital.”

Trent winced. “Again. That’s not good.”

“I know, poor guy.”

They both nodded then sipped at their drinks.

“So. Last night? I’d thought we could get together, maybe have a couple beers or whatever.” Lee chuckled. “And I could hear the whole Walt and Shawn story. Man, he looked
pissed
.”

He’ll want details.

Trent frowned. “Walt or Shawn?”

Lee grunted. “Both, actually. But Walt made some snotty remarks to me before stomping off.”

“I can imagine.”

He took another swallow of the cooling liquid, keeping his eyes averted.

Lee scrutinized him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. It’s always hard to say for sure with you, Mr Stone Face, but you seem…satisfied. Or…happy?” Lee set his mug down then crossed his arms. “Or both.” He inhaled and dropped his mouth open. “You got laid.”

Trent whipped his head around. “Keep your voice down.”

“You did!”

His shift had barely begun and already he was shaking his head. “Lee, we’re not in high school.”

“Please tell me it wasn’t Walt.”

“It wasn’t Walt.”

Lee stared at him expectantly then pursed his lips. “It wasn’t Walt…” He made a gesture like he was expecting more.

“Right.”

Trent took his coffee then sat at the dining table. Lee followed him, obviously not willing to admit defeat.

“Come on. I’ve wanted to see you get to this point for so long. Please tell me something good.”

Lee had him there. A small twinge poked him in the gut. He knew how much Lee had suffered right along with him in his own way after Paul had died. If anyone deserved to know that he was feeling hopeful about things with Shawn, it was Lee. But it was no one else’s goddamned business.

“Shawn and I spent the day together yesterday.” He cleared his throat. “After I apologized about my whole restaurant fire behavior the day before, of course.”

“Please tell me you spent the night together too?”

“Pervert.”

Lee smacked him on the side of his arm.

“I don’t need details, dickwad. Just tell me you like him and you think there’s something there.”

Trent snorted. “Definitely something there.”

“And you’re seeing each other again?”

Trent shook his head again. It was going to be one of
those
days.

“You in charge of my social calendar?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Trent decided it was time to move Lee off the subject of his love life.

“Any follow-up on that fire at Showstoppers?”

“Oh shit, that’s right. You haven’t been here.” Lee got a devilish grin on his face. “You were busy feeling up one of the local’s finest in private instead of in public.”

“Lee…” It had come out akin to a growl.

“Sorry. Turns out the Showstoppers fire was purposely set.”

“Really?”

They had very few instances of arson in the city, particularly at any of the businesses on or near the Strip. There were too many people around the clock, cameras, security—even more so since 9/11. It was next to impossible to get away with anything like that. Although, since Showstoppers was a fairly new establishment, maybe they didn’t have everything perfectly in place yet.