“You like this, don’t you? Wanted to do it for a while but didn’t know if it would freak you out.” And then his face was there again, buried between Simon’s cheeks as he licked at him. Simon couldn’t stop himself from fucking the bed, shoving his ass backward, wanting Trevor as close to him as he could get. Little jolts of pleasure shot through him each time Trevor’s tongue brushed over him.

Trevor’s tongue was suddenly gone. “You have such a sexy hole. So tight and hungry for my tongue. I could spend all night eating you.”

Simon looked back to see him stick a finger into his mouth, and then he tensed up as Trevor pushed it inside.

“Relax,” was all Trevor said, and then it was a combination of tongue and finger, and the friction of the comforter against his erection.

Trevor’s tongue moved faster. His finger pressed in deeper, touched Simon’s prostate, and rubbed it.

The feeling was too much. Simon tried to hold it off, wanted this to last, wanted Trevor to come first, wanted a whole lot of things, but his dick had something else in mind.

He came in two long spurts, come on his stomach, the blanket, yet he still kept moving, Trevor still kept licking him. “All night,” Trevor whispered. “My mouth and your ass.”

Yes. He wanted that but, it wasn’t all he wanted. As much as it killed him, Simon rolled over, grabbed Trevor to pull Trevor up to him, but he fought Simon. Pausing at Simon’s stomach, he licked the semen there. Simon’s prick jerked, still half hard. Christ, that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“I like eating every bit of you I can. Taste so fucking good,” Trevor said.

Their eyes briefly caught before Trevor turned, something hiding in them. That’s what made Simon reach for him again. Made Simon pull Trevor to him, hands on each side of his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “You know I’m here. You can talk to me.”

The words hadn’t been quite as hard as he thought they would be.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Well, now he felt like an idiot. He’d been down all night. It happened that way sometimes—a hard time at a meeting, or cravings that were strong. When the memories bore down on him too much, or he looked at his mom and saw the pain there.

Sometimes it happened without a reason, and he didn’t even realize it. But tonight, he’d known he was keeping to himself. Now, it felt so small. “It’s nothing, really. There’s the Fourth of July carnival tomorrow. My mom wants me to go. It’s something we’ve always done as a family. It’s just...” he pulled back, making Simon’s hands fall away and then lie beside him. “Everything feels different now. Every part of my life. This fair, it’s tied into my past, and I’m struggling to figure out how I feel about that.”

“And you’re scared it will make you want to fall back into old habits?” Simon asked.

Trevor wasn’t sure how Simon knew that. “Everything I do, every single day, makes me scared of falling back into old habits. That hasn’t gone away yet. I’m not sure if it ever will. But this? Yeah, it’s like that everyday feeling times a hundred. And it shouldn’t be. I hate that it is. I should be able to do this for her without that fear. I want to be able to do it for her without that fear.” It made him feel weak. Like that guy who woke up in the woods in his own vomit.

“I would think that’s normal, Trev—”

“I like that. When you call me Trev.” He probably shouldn’t admit that but it was true.

Simon didn’t respond to what Trevor said, only continued his previous sentence. “It’s normal to feel that way. There are some forms of healthy fear. You can do it. The fact that you’re thinking about it so much proves it. And...” he paused for a second, touching Trevor’s hair. “I know it’s not much. I’m not sure what I could do, but if you want, I’ll go with you.”

That was a big-ass offer from Simon. Trevor felt it in the tightness in Simon’s body, and the strain in his voice. Even without those things, Trevor would know it, because, “My mom will be there. My brother too. That means you’ll be meeting her. She wants to meet you because she knows we’ve been spending time together.” Simon obviously knew his mom would be there, but he had to be sure Simon really got it.

It was a big step, meeting the family, even if Trevor only introduced him as a friend (which was what he would do).

“I know,” was all Simon said. Then he stripped Trevor out of his clothes, jerked him off, and said, “Turn out the light.”