“Hang out?” G.G. didn’t seem to know what to do with those words. “I know I’m old, but doesn’t that phrase mean hooking up now?”
“You’re not old,” Trevor responded fiercely. “You’re just older. Anyway, that doesn’t mean anything. You’re not even my dad’s age.”
G.G.’s eyes widened. Then he licked the corner of his mouth before giving Trevor the most carefully mischievous look Trevor had ever received. “I think we both know who the daddy is here, Trevor.”
There was probably a smooth, smartass answer to that. Trevor was so stunned by hearing it said and with his name, notBrianbutTrevor, that he said, “Fuck, I want to kiss you.”
G.G.’s answer was quiet. “Please.”
Trevor took G.G.’s face in his hands and pressed him back into the nook table to kiss him, rattling everything beneath it. Miss Delilah might have darted away. Trevor didn’t look to see. G.G.’s hands came up to reach for him. Trevor grabbed one wrist and pulled back long enough to say, “This one stays down. Put it behind your back, I don’t care, but you don’t bleed for me until I say so.”
G.G.’s lips were wet, his breath fast. He nodded quickly, gaze flying up to meet Trevor’s, then lowering. “Yes, Trevor.”
Trevor kissed him again, fuckingenamoredwith G.G.’s easy obedience and the soft sounds he made between kisses, as if stopping to breathe hurt him. He put the barest pressure against Trevor’s chest with his other hand, clearly uncertain if he was allowed to. Trevor took that hand by the wrist too, tugging it down to his waist and pulling it under his shirt to let G.G. feel skin. He had to be starving for touch.
G.G.’s palm was slightly rough with calluses. He was breathless already, straining forward whenever Trevor inched back to look at him. But he was so sweetly fuckable, flushed and bright-eyed, lips wet, Trevorhadto keep looking.
And touch. It had been months since the last time Trevor had touched another man with intent and for a second, his mind stuttered over the possibilities. Then he dropped his hands to slide them down G.G.’s chest and over his stomach.
G.G. was all shivers. So still, as if he understood he should be, but trembling when Trevor sucked a kiss beneath his ear and then whispered over the wet skin. “When was the last time someone touched you, Gigi baby?”
Trevor probably should have blushed for the nickname, but G.G. gave a whole-body shudder and turned his face to find Trevor’s mouth as if compelled to by oneGigi baby. Trevor pressed him back into the table again and dragged their mouths together without giving G.G. the kiss he wanted.
G.G. whined too, like Sky, but cut off the sound on his own.
“You can make noise,” Trevor ducked his head to experimentally nip at G.G.’s ear. “Has it been months? Years? Go on, baby, make whatever sounds you want so I can learn what you like.”
“Trevor,” G.G. exhaled, then jolted. “Brian, I mean. Please.”
“Trevor,” Trevor corrected, nipping again until he heard it.
“Years. Please. Trevor, please.”
“Oh, my poor G.G.,” Trevor cooed. “My poor little poodle.” He skimmed a touch over G.G.’s dick, hard in his jeans.
G.G.’s eyes fluttered opened. He looked dizzy, confused maybe by the other new nickname but then meeting Trevor’s gaze as he answered. “Trevor.”
“No one to give you what you needed?” Trevor continued, popping G.G.’s fly. “You going to let me?”
G.G. nodded before the question was even finished. “Yes,” he rasped.
He was so good, and so wound up Trevor didn’t think he should tease him anymore. Not today, anyway. Which he said while easing down the zipper on G.G.’s jeans and cupping his cock and balls through his gray briefs. “Not gonna make you wait today. But keep that hand back. All right?”
Trevor stopped, glancing up to G.G.’s red face. “I asked you a question.”
G.G. nodded again, then cracked his jaw to answer out loud. “Yes. All right.”
“You’re so fucking good,” Trevor leaned in to give him a small kiss, then left G.G. panting so he could look down and watch as he pushed down denim and then damp cotton. G.G. had a short, thick, cut cock with a tiny patch just behind the glans that felt different against Trevor’s thumb. It took him a moment to recognize it as a scar from a healed piercing.
G.G. got another kiss for that. Trevor looked between them again, running his fingertips over the scar and leaving G.G. to shake and stifle his moans until he must have remembered Trevor had told him to make sounds.
“I wish I could have seen your cock with its piercing. Did it make things more sensitive for you?” Trevor met G.G.’s distracted stare when G.G. opened his eyes. His poor, desperate hermit crab didn’t appear to have processed Trevor’s question at all. He was red all down his neck now too, and probably lower. He looked like it was a struggle to focus.
“What was there?” Trevor asked anyway, weaving fantasies about it while continuing his exploration. “I bet you looked incredible, baby. Did you wear a harness? If you still have it, I’d like to see you in it. You’ll be so hot all trussed up for me, won’t you?”
He had no idea if G.G. was into that, but G.G. murmured, “Yes. Yes, Trevor. Yes.” answering any and all questions Trevor put to him in a feverish voice. He hadn’t moved his injured hand from behind his back or pushed forward from where Trevor had pressed him to the table. He couldn’t be comfortable, but his eyes were bright and dazed and he wasn’t complaining.
The piercing would have made his torment greater, which he must have enjoyed, like everyone who had ever been allowed to touch him must have enjoyed it. “Did they restrain you first?” Trevor ducked down to nip at the other side of G.G.’s neck, finally sliding his hand down to search for more piercing scars on G.G.’s shaft or sack. G.G. whimpered again, trying to turn his head for another kiss.
