in a sigh. “Yeah.” Trevor’s hand found his, resting on top, warm and heavy and…nice. “After all, we did agree we could hold hands.”
“True.” Pete smiled. He was still smiling when he fell asleep.
* * * * *
The next time he woke, the lemony morning light was streaming through the uncovered windows and he was plastered against Trevor’s back. They’d both shifted during the night into the space between the two air mattresses and Pete’s side was numb from lying on the hard floor.
Despite this discomfort, he really didn’t want to move. His right arm had wedged itself beneath Trevor’s head and his left was wrapped over his waist. Pete’s erection pressed against the curve of Trevor’s ass.
Pete wondered if Trevor was hard as well and he was very tempted to slide his left hand down a few inches to find out. He hesitated though, not wanting to wake Trevor and ruin this opportunity just to hold the man against him. His hips had their own plan, however, flexing slightly to push his erect cock against the ass in front of it. Pete could feel the moment when Trevor woke, the alert tension of the other man, but Trevor didn’t move away—or even move at all. Emboldened by Trevor’s stillness, Pete flattened his hand against Trevor’s stomach and slid it downward, moving slowly, giving Trevor time to push him off if he chose. When Trevor didn’t move, didn’t shove him away, Pete stroked a single finger beneath the waistband of Trevor’s boxer briefs.
He heard Trevor’s breath catch. Pete’s heart accelerated, thumping in his ears, and his hips flexed again. This time, Trevor pushed back against the pressure, catching Pete’s cock in a pleasurable trap.
Unable to be patient any longer, Pete thrust his hand beneath the fabric of Trevor’s underwear and closed his fingers around a thick cock that was just as hard as his was. Hissing out a breath, Pete explored the length of it, from the base to the wet tip and back down again to cup Trevor’s drawn-up balls.
“Shit!” Trevor groaned, breaking the morning’s silence.
“Shh,” Pete whispered into his ear before closing his teeth on the hard meat of Trevor’s shoulder. He yelped, jumping under the pinch of Pete’s teeth, and the cock wrapped in his fist swelled even more.
Pete’s phone rang. The sound startled him, making him tighten his fingers around Trevor’s erection, drawing another hungry groan. Muttering curses under his breath, Pete released him reluctantly and scrambled to grab the phone.
“Yeah?” he snarled.
“Giordano.” McDonald sounded uncharacteristically tentative. “Is this too early to call?”
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“No,” Pete said, more calmly this time. “Sorry, Detective. Rough night.”
“Everything okay?” the detective asked, his voice sharpened.
“Yeah.” Pushing to his feet, Pete stretched, popping the night on the hard floor from his joints. Glancing at Trevor, he saw the other man was watching with hot, narrowed eyes.
“Giordano, you there?”
Swallowing hard, Pete ripped his eyes away from the six-plus feet of hot man lounging on the floor, watching him as if he’d like to eat Pete alive. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. Didn’t get too much sleep. We had a visitor in the yard last night.”
“Haas?” McDonald guessed, sounding more stressed than Pete had ever heard him sound.
“Not unless he wears really small shoes,” Pete reassured him. “It was a kid. I’m thinking it was just curiosity about the new neighbors. I’m going to trim the trees away from the house today though, limit the possibility of anyone using them for access into the house.”
With an approving grunt, McDonald said, “Good idea. Everything else okay?”
“Seems to be, except for the man-eating front porch. Have to replace a few rotten boards before one of us becomes its dinner.” Trevor stood up and did a stretch of his own before disappearing into the hall. Pete could hardly restrain himself from running after that
“True.” Pete smiled. He was still smiling when he fell asleep.
* * * * *
The next time he woke, the lemony morning light was streaming through the uncovered windows and he was plastered against Trevor’s back. They’d both shifted during the night into the space between the two air mattresses and Pete’s side was numb from lying on the hard floor.
Despite this discomfort, he really didn’t want to move. His right arm had wedged itself beneath Trevor’s head and his left was wrapped over his waist. Pete’s erection pressed against the curve of Trevor’s ass.
Pete wondered if Trevor was hard as well and he was very tempted to slide his left hand down a few inches to find out. He hesitated though, not wanting to wake Trevor and ruin this opportunity just to hold the man against him. His hips had their own plan, however, flexing slightly to push his erect cock against the ass in front of it. Pete could feel the moment when Trevor woke, the alert tension of the other man, but Trevor didn’t move away—or even move at all. Emboldened by Trevor’s stillness, Pete flattened his hand against Trevor’s stomach and slid it downward, moving slowly, giving Trevor time to push him off if he chose. When Trevor didn’t move, didn’t shove him away, Pete stroked a single finger beneath the waistband of Trevor’s boxer briefs.
He heard Trevor’s breath catch. Pete’s heart accelerated, thumping in his ears, and his hips flexed again. This time, Trevor pushed back against the pressure, catching Pete’s cock in a pleasurable trap.
Unable to be patient any longer, Pete thrust his hand beneath the fabric of Trevor’s underwear and closed his fingers around a thick cock that was just as hard as his was. Hissing out a breath, Pete explored the length of it, from the base to the wet tip and back down again to cup Trevor’s drawn-up balls.
“Shit!” Trevor groaned, breaking the morning’s silence.
“Shh,” Pete whispered into his ear before closing his teeth on the hard meat of Trevor’s shoulder. He yelped, jumping under the pinch of Pete’s teeth, and the cock wrapped in his fist swelled even more.
Pete’s phone rang. The sound startled him, making him tighten his fingers around Trevor’s erection, drawing another hungry groan. Muttering curses under his breath, Pete released him reluctantly and scrambled to grab the phone.
“Yeah?” he snarled.
“Giordano.” McDonald sounded uncharacteristically tentative. “Is this too early to call?”
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“No,” Pete said, more calmly this time. “Sorry, Detective. Rough night.”
“Everything okay?” the detective asked, his voice sharpened.
“Yeah.” Pushing to his feet, Pete stretched, popping the night on the hard floor from his joints. Glancing at Trevor, he saw the other man was watching with hot, narrowed eyes.
“Giordano, you there?”
Swallowing hard, Pete ripped his eyes away from the six-plus feet of hot man lounging on the floor, watching him as if he’d like to eat Pete alive. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. Didn’t get too much sleep. We had a visitor in the yard last night.”
“Haas?” McDonald guessed, sounding more stressed than Pete had ever heard him sound.
“Not unless he wears really small shoes,” Pete reassured him. “It was a kid. I’m thinking it was just curiosity about the new neighbors. I’m going to trim the trees away from the house today though, limit the possibility of anyone using them for access into the house.”
With an approving grunt, McDonald said, “Good idea. Everything else okay?”
“Seems to be, except for the man-eating front porch. Have to replace a few rotten boards before one of us becomes its dinner.” Trevor stood up and did a stretch of his own before disappearing into the hall. Pete could hardly restrain himself from running after that
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