“Come here.” He used his index finger to wave Trevor over. He came easily, standing between Simon’s legs. “I’m not good at this,” he admitted.
“We’re both going to screw up.”
“No. Not with this. I’m the only one screwing up with us. But I’m trying.” He trailed a finger down Trevor’s chest, and to the edge of his towel before pulling it free. Trevor was hard underneath, a bead of pre-come already at the tip, waiting for Simon. “I’ll keep trying, if you let me. Don’t...don’t give up on me.” He’d never said those words to anyone. Not even to Heather about their marriage. But he needed to say them to Trevor.
And then he leaned forward, let his tongue circle the head of Trevor’s erection, tasting the salty come there.
He fucking loved it.
Trevor wrapped a hand around the back of Simon’s head as Simon took him deep. He sucked hard, tried to swallow around him, the way Trevor did to Simon. He went down as far as he could go, almost gagged, before doing it again. It didn’t matter. He just wanted all of Trevor.
Simon held onto Trevor’s ass as Trevor thrust gently, making love to Simon’s mouth. He smelled the soap on Trevor’s skin. The spice and man there, too.
It wasn’t long before Trevor’s ass cheeks clenched. Before the hand in Simon’s hair tightened, and Trevor shot down Simon’s throat. He swallowed it all. Would take more. He wanted every part of this man.
Trevor didn’t hesitate to lean down and take Simon’s mouth. He loved that too. That the man didn’t care if he tasted himself on Simon’s tongue.
A few minutes later they lay under the covers, naked, with the lights out. Trevor’s hand lay on Simon’s flaccid cock, just resting it there. This was where Simon should say something. Tell Trevor how much he meant to him, or how much he just might need Trevor, but he didn’t have those words. Or he couldn’t let them free. Certain parts of him were still locked up too tightly, even though he wanted to free them. “All my paperwork has Heather as my emergency contact and next of kin. I didn’t have anyone else, so I kept it. I’d like to change it to you, if you don’t mind.”
Trevor chuckled quietly, as though it was a stupid question, and maybe it was. “Yeah...yeah, of course. I’d be honored, Simon.”
Simon kissed Trevor’s forehead before drifting off to sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“Trevor...wake up.”
Trevor groaned when he felt Simon’s warm breath across his cheek, his rough jaw, against his neck. It was the day of Simon’s surgery. He knew he needed to get out of bed, but... “This feels too good. Let’s stay here all day.” Maybe they could hide in this bed the way they hid so often at Simon’s house. Things were easier here. Of course Heather might have a problem with it, but he figured they could work around that.
“What will you do to me if I agree to stay here?” Simon asked with mischief that wasn’t often in his voice.
“Whatever you want.” Trevor rolled over so he faced Simon, but kept his eyes closed. He didn’t know why he felt so exhausted.
Trevor went off feel, leaning forward, burying his face in Simon’s throat and licking the skin there. “You like my mouth on your ass. I can spend the day with nothing but the taste of you on my tongue—cock, ass, and then cock again. All day. I’ll eat nothing but you.”
His own prick hardened painfully. That sounded like the perfect day to him, but then, this was important to Simon. It was his life. Trevor needed to be supportive of that. “But we can always do that after your surgery. I’ll owe you.” Trevor opened his eyes. “I see why you wanted me here now. You don’t need my help, you want me to spoil you with sexual favors while you heal.”
Trevor laughed and then shifted to get out of bed but Simon pulled him back, bringing Trevor down on top of him.
“What if I don’t want to wait?” Simon asked Trevor, a glint in his eyes. He wrapped a hand in Trevor’s hair and tugged, pulling Trevor’s mouth to his.
Simon’s tongue pushed into his mouth, rough and eager. He definitely wasn’t complaining. He returned each hard press of lips, each hungry probe of tongues.
“You’re going to kill me, Dr. Malone,” Trevor said when Simon pulled back. He wanted Simon all the time. Sober sex was the best sex he’d had. Simon was the best he’d had.
“Not until I’m done with you. My surgery got postponed a day. What do you say we get out of here? I’d rather you ravage me somewhere other than my ex-wife’s house.” He gave Trevor a small smile. “We can spend the day together, have a little fun in the city, and then I’m taking you to a beach house I rented for the night. You can eat my ass all night there, as promised.”