“Have you?”

“You ask a lot of questions while you’re having sex.” Simon unbuttoned Trevor’s pants, and then pulled the zipper down over his bulge.

Trevor pulled off his own shirt and tossed it on the floor. “It’s a lot of pressure. You haven’t been with a guy in, what? At least fifteen years. It’s been mostly women for you. I just...”

“You’re not going to fuck this up,” Simon finished for him, because he knew that’s what this was about. Trevor was scared he’d screw up.

There was a thank you in Trevor’s eyes but he didn’t speak it aloud. Instead he fell backward onto the bed, with his hands behind his head. “Good. Then come here and suck my dick.”

A rush of desire shot through Simon. He wanted that. Wanted it so much he could hardly stand it.

Trevor lifted his hips when Simon pulled Trevor’s pants and underwear down. He laid there, cocky grin, tattoos, piercings, muscled and tight-skinned. Christ, he was into a man younger than him with a nipple piercing. Simon suddenly wanted to nip it with his teeth.

Instead he let his eyes keep traveling to the path of hair from his navel to the thicker patch at his crotch with his long, swollen prick in the middle of it.

Heat skittered across his skin at the same time a shiver rocked through him. He was equal parts want and nerves. Trevor was right. It had been over fifteen years since Simon had touched another man, and he’d never wanted any of them as much as he wanted Trevor.

“Gimme your mouth, Simon.” Trevor pulled one of his hands out from behind his head and held it out. “You want it. You want me. I see it. Tell me you want me, and then show me how much.”

It was those words that shoved the nerves out of the way. He’d never had someone else talk to him like that, and it made his dick ache with need. Simon pushed Trevor’s hand out of the way, went to kneel on the floor between Trevor’s legs but ended up on the bed instead.

He lay horizontal to Trevor, his face right above Trevor’s erection. “I want you. I want you so much, I can’t get you the fuck out of my head.” He didn’t have any more words other than that. Now, it was only action. He’d show Trevor just how much he wanted him.

CHAPTER TWENTY

It was almost like he’d never had a blowjob before. Trevor wrapped a hand in Simon’s hair as his hot, wet mouth took Trevor in. There was no deep throating. Simon didn’t even try to take him to the back of his throat; just as much as Simon could handle, and it was enough to drive Trevor fucking crazy. “Fuck...yeah. Like that.”

He looked down to watch Simon’s head bob over him.  Simon used his hand to pump Trevor’s dick while he sucked him. He squeezed as his mouth went up and down, saliva making his hand glide easily.

“Christ, you’re fucking killing me. So damned sexy. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” Trevor used his hand to guide Simon, only slightly.

Simon tried to take him deeper, and gagged a little before pulling back and sucking him more shallowly again. Trevor didn’t take his eyes off of him, even though they wanted to squint closed and shoot his load into Simon’s mouth.

He felt over-sensitive. It had been a long time for him, but it was still early for the tightness in his balls to already be edging in. But then, in a lot of ways, this was all a first for Trevor too, wasn’t it? There hadn’t been a time in his life he hadn’t at least been smoking weed when he was with someone. The first time he’d had sex, he’d been drunk and high. Later, as he drifted closer and closer to the edge, the alcohol was still there but there was also ecstasy, coke, or whatever else he could find.

But this time it was just Trevor and Simon, nothing else.

He wanted it to last forever. “My sac...I want your face there. Breathe me in, suck my balls.” Maybe it was too much. Maybe it would turn Simon off, but...

His dick slipped out of Simon’s mouth with a pop, and then his face was between Trevor’s legs. He sucked Trevor’s nuts into his mouth. Trevor moaned, slid a hand down Simon’s back and palmed his ass. He wished like hell he’d taken the time to get Simon out of his clothes. He wanted skin. Wanted his fingers to trace the crack of Simon’s ass. Wanted to fuck Simon with his fingers or his tongue.

“Come here.” He grabbed Simon and pulled him up, parting Simon’s lips with his tongue before fucking his mouth with it. Kissing him as deeply as he could, his hands in Simon’s hair. His prick hurt, pulsed with a deep ache. The same ache that filled his whole body.

Trevor pulled his mouth from Simon’s. “Take your clothes off. I want your cock. Fuck me before I can’t wait and I end up fucking you.”