Chapter Twenty-Six
Jesse rolled to a stop in Trevor’s driveway and sat for a moment looking up at the brightly lit, welcoming house. Eight p.m., and he couldn’t remember ever being so tired and irritated before. Ever. A fourteen-hour day at the restaurant, and he was ready to run screaming through the streets.
As he got out of his truck and grabbed his duffel, he snorted to himself. Firefights in Afghanistan had nothing on wrangling civilians all day. He was used to people trained to obey orders, even if they didn’t like them, so dealing with a hostess coming to work so hungover she could barely keep her eyes open, or a dishwasher who didn’t bother coming to work at all, or a querulous customer disputing a two-dollar charge on his bill made Jesse want to pull his hair out by the roots.
Working with the general public definitely wasn’t for him.
The front door was unlocked like Trevor’d told him it would be, so Jesse let himself in and made his way to the kitchen, following his nose. Something delicious was cooking, and Jesse’s mouth watered, both at the smell, and the sight of Trevor bending over to peer at whatever was in the oven. He was wearing a pair of jeans so worn and faded the seat was white, and a black T-shirt, the back of which was rucked up slightly to reveal the waistband of his underwear.
Jesse waited until Trevor straightened and closed the oven door before saying, “Hey,” gratified when Trevor spun around with a huge smile on his face. He wiped his hands on a dishtowel and came over to Jesse for a kiss.
“Hey yourself,” he murmured against Jesse’s lips, sliding his arms up around his neck. Jesse dropped his duffel to the floor and pulled him close, sighing at the feel of Trevor’s body against his.
“Long day?”
“The longest.” Jesse buried his face in Trevor’s clean-smelling hair, wincing at how he himself must smell—like grease, sweat and frustration.
Trevor rubbed the back of his neck. “Why don’t you go take a long, hot shower, and then come out to the patio for a glass of wine? Dinner’ll be ready in half an hour or so.”
Jesse nodded and let go of Trevor reluctantly, bending to pick up his duffel before trudging down the hall to Trevor’s room. He sighed at the sight of the bed, freshly made with the covers invitingly turned down, a robe and a couple of fluffy towels laid out on the end of it.
Unzipping his bag and reaching inside to grab his toiletry kit from it, Jesse paused as his fingers brushed over the small package that had been waiting on his stoop when he’d stopped by his apartment earlier. He pulled it out and turned it over in his hands, debating with himself. Giving the package to Trevor tonight meant emotion and tears, on both their parts. The thought of scrolling through the thumb drive Kimi sent and reliving the Korengal Valley, as well as seeing Riley, Patterson and Miller again, larger than life and unaware of their fates, made Jesse feel like curling up in a ball to weep.
Selfishly, all he wanted tonight was a shower, food and sex, in that order.
“You don’t mind waiting a little longer, do you, bro?” he whispered to the package, tucking it carefully back inside his bag, thinking how relaxed and happy Trevor looked, how much trouble he’d gone to in order to pamper Jesse tonight, which he’d declared he was going to do when Jesse called him earlier.
He didn’t want to spoil any of it.
Ignoring the robe, Jesse grabbed a towel and headed for the shower, groaning as he let the hot water beat down on his neck and shoulders. He wallowed in the spray for a long time, finally emerging to dress in a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose T-shirt before making his way out to the patio where Trevor was sprawled in a chair with his feet propped on the coffee table. He waved his hand at a glass of wine sitting there waiting, his own glass dangling loosely from the fingers of his other hand.
Jesse dropped to the chair opposite him and sank back with a sigh, sipping appreciatively at the wine. “How was your day?”
Trevor lifted his glass toward Jesse in a silent toast. “It actually wasn’t bad, very productive. I completely reorganized my office, called a few old clients just to touch base, and surprisingly enough got a few of them back.”
“That’s great, Trev.”
“But enough about that. I’d much rather hear about your day. You seem beat, honey.”
He looked so concerned, so encouraging, that Jesse found himself unloading all his pique and annoyance onto him, gratified by Trevor’s steady interest and his reasonable take on a few things.
“It’s hard to get people to care about a dead-end, minimum-wage job,” he said at one point, swirling his wine in his glass. “I used to have that argument with Riley when he’d want to blow off going to work at some fast-food joint. ‘I can just go find another one, Dad,’ he’d say.” Trevor shook his head at the memory. “I felt like I was always lecturing him on work ethic and responsibility.”
“Well, I’m used to telling people to jump, and they don’t even ask ‘how high,’ they just fucking jump,” Jesse said in disgust. “I definitely don’t have a career in restaurant management in my future, that’s for sure.”
Trevor gave a rueful chuckle. “I wouldn’t want to do it either. Customer service isn’t for everyone, Jess, but I have no doubt you’re doing a great job of it anyway.”
Jesse flushed in pleasure at the praise, getting up to follow Trevor back into the house when the oven timer dinged. He sat down at the table, Trevor serving him a huge slab of homemade lasagna, along with a Caesar salad and garlic bread hot from the oven.
“Some good old-fashioned comfort food,” Trevor said, refreshing both their wine glasses. “Thought maybe you needed it.”
As they ate, they chatted about everyday things, the weather, politics, something funny Jesse’d heard some customers say. He enjoyed the sight of Trevor’s open, easy smile, the sound of his deep laugh.
When they’d eaten their fill, Trevor refused Jesse’s offer to help clean up. “Nope. You just relax.”
So Jesse finished off the wine, almost cross-eyed with fatigue when Trevor at last led him to bed. They slid naked between the sheets, and Trevor encouraged him to lie on his belly while he straddled his hips and gave him a long, slow back rub.
The lights were dim, the bed soft, and Trevor’s fingers were firm and soothing on the sore, tense muscles of his shoulders. Jesse floated on a pleasurable haze and woke with a start, chagrined to realize he’d fallen asleep and several hours had passed. Trevor was now stretched out next to him, his breathing deep and even.
Jesse turned on his side and feathered his lips over Trevor’s bare shoulder, smiling when he opened his eyes and blinked at him sleepily.
“I’m sorry for crashing on you,” Jesse whispered, brushing Trevor’s hair away from his forehead.
“Nope,” Trevor rasped, yawning so big his jaw cracked. “Mission accomplished. Feed you, relax you, and get you to rest.”
“Mmm.” Jesse leaned down to kiss him. “You take such good care of me.”
Trevor’s eyes were warm. “I’m glad you think so, because I’m really trying.”
They shared a few more soft kisses, and then Trevor put his head down on Jesse’s shoulder. “You have to work next weekend?” he asked drowsily. “Do you know yet?”
“I doubt it, after all these extra hours I’ve been getting. Why?”
Trevor scratched his nails lightly over Jesse’s chest, toying a little with the hair there. “Well, my friends Lyle and Bill are having a dinner party on Saturday night and I was hoping you might want to go with me.” He launched into an explanation of who Lyle and Bill were, a lawyer and a fellow accountant, a couple who’d been his friends for years.
A lawyer. An accountant. Jesse tensed. “Why do you want me to go?” he asked tightly. “I don’t know these guys.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?” Trevor sounded confused. “You getting to know them. I thought as far as social occasions go, this’d be the perfect opportunity for me to introduce you as my new boyfriend. It’s just a small party at their home, nothing overwhelming.”
His new boyfriend. Suddenly, Jesse could picture how it’d be—a room full of educated men, all affluent, probably well-traveled...and him, a former Army grunt and present-day bartender.
Jesse set his jaw. “No, thanks.”
Pushing up to one elbow, Trevor looked down at him in bewilderment. “But why? I want you to meet my friends.”
It was a perfectly reasonable request, but at the thought of it, anxiety surged through Jesse, making his stomach roil. Pushing Trevor away, he climbed out of bed and stalked toward the kitchen, heedless of his nakedness. When Trevor finally joined him, belting a black silk robe around his waist, Jesse was leaning against the counter guzzling a bottle of water.
Before Trevor could say anything, Jesse burst out, “You know how it’s gonna be, right? I’m not going to have anything in common with any of these guys, nothing to talk about, so basically all I’ll be doing is sitting there looking pretty.”
“What?” Trevor’s mouth dropped open. “That’s not true!”
“It is. You know what they’ll all be thinking,” Jesse plowed on. “That you found a young, dumb piece of ass to console yourself with after Carl dumped you. They’ll think I found me a daddy, someone whose money I can spend when I’m not at the goddamn gym or tanning booth.”
Trevor was gaping at him in shock, and Jesse’s lips twisted, even as his brain was yelling at him to shut up, to stop pushing away the best thing that had ever or would ever happen to him. But he couldn’t stop.
“They’ll compare me to Carl. What was he, a doctor or something?”
“An environmental engineer.” Trevor’s voice was almost inaudible.
“There you go. You went from that...to this.” He waved one hand down his body. “And they’ll laugh at you for it.”
He spun away from Trevor and braced his hands on the counter, breathing hard, anguish churning through his gut as he waited for Trevor to throw him out.
After a moment he heard the rustle of fabric as Trevor moved up behind him. “Do you really care that much about what other people think?” he asked softly. “Or is it that you think I do?”
Jesse snorted. “I’m just being realistic.” He tightened his fingers on the edge of the counter. “I don’t have a college education. I’m not outgoing, or sophisticated, or witty. I’m liable to drop F-bombs at the dinner table, and if someone asks me what I do, all I’ll be able to talk about is the best way to clean an M4 or, even better, how many shots of gin are in a martini. They’ll all fuckin’ pity you,” he finished harshly, jumping when he felt Trevor’s hand come to rest in the middle of his back. “Don’t—”
Ignoring him, Trevor rubbed a circle over the tense muscle. “Jesse, c’mon. What is this really about? Talk to me.”
At the touch and quiet words, the dam broke, fear and anxiety surging through him. “What if your friends think I’m not good enough for you?” he choked. “What if they make you choose? I don’t want you to lose anyone else in your life, Trevor, especially not because of me.”
Jesse clenched his fists, hearing Trevor’s swift intake of breath. “Don’t you know I’d rather have you than a thousand Lyle and Bills?”
“And why’s that?” Jesse couldn’t stop himself. “Because with me around, you feel closer to Riley?”
At that Trevor froze, his hand dropping away. Jesse held his breath through the charged, miserable silence that followed.
“Would you please turn around,” Trevor finally said, “and look at me?”
Steeling himself, Jesse turned.
Trevor’s eyes were glistening with tears, but his gaze was steady, direct. “Remember how I told you once that relationships aren’t black and white?” He waited until Jesse gave a jerky nod. “It’s true, and I need to be honest. Would I be standing here with you now if Riley hadn’t died? No.”
Jesse blinked rapidly, his own eyes burning.
“Is part of the reason I am standing here now because of your connection to Riley? Yes.” He took a deep breath before reaching out to take Jesse’s cold hands in his own. “Sometimes when you touch me, I can’t help but think that these are the same hands that comforted my dying son in his last moments.” He lifted Jesse’s fingers to his lips. “You were there for him when I couldn’t be. You said goodbye to him when I wasn’t able to.”
A lone tear slid down Jesse’s cheek.
“But that’s only one part of the reason I’m standing here.” Trevor brushed the tear gently away with his thumb. “The other part is you. Your kindness. Your patience. The way you make me feel cherished and safe. The way you’ve helped me find some hope again. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.” His throat worked as he swallowed hard, obviously fighting not to cry.
With a ragged exclamation, Jesse slid his arms around Trevor’s waist and drew him close.
Trevor buried his face in the curve of Jesse’s neck, taking deep breaths in and out. “So maybe our relationship isn’t black and white, Jess. Maybe others won’t understand it, and they’ll try to judge us. Let ’em. They don’t know us.”
Closing his eyes, Jesse smoothed his hands up and down Trevor’s back. “No, they don’t know us.”
They’ll never know what we’ve been through.
Pressing his lips to the hollow of Jesse’s throat, Trevor whispered, “One more thing. I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen in love with you, and God, that’s such a terrible, terrible thought.”
A mixture of confusion and joy swirled through Jesse. “Terrible?” he croaked. “Why?”
“Because I have no idea who I am,” Trevor admitted, stringing tiny little kisses along Jesse’s collarbone, “or what I’m doing. I can’t help but think you deserve better, even if the last thing I want to do is let you go.”
Jesse slid his hands inside Trevor’s robe, running his palms along his ribs to tug him even closer. “Well, just for the record, I’m fucking crazy about you, too, which is why I got scared and then proceeded to act like an asshole.”
Trevor shook his head. “I knew you’d had a bad day, and I just wanted you to relax. Why I thought it was a good idea to spring a dinner party at a stranger’s house on you...” He linked his arms around Jesse’s neck, looking up at him. “I think it’s because sometimes I’m desperate to feel normal again, even though I know that’s impossible.”
“We’ll go to the party—” Jesse began, biting back a groan when Trevor rubbed sinuously up against him, the contrast of his warm skin and the cool satin of his robe making Jesse achingly hard.
“Forget the stupid party. We’ll talk about it later,” Trevor breathed, tangling his fingers in Jesse’s hair and lifting his face invitingly.
Jesse poured everything he could into the kiss—his apology, his emotion, all the words that were stuck in his throat. Trevor answered him in kind, the robe slipping from his shoulders to pool on the floor. Digging his fingers into the cheeks of Trevor’s ass, Jesse pulled him up against him before walking him backwards in the direction of their room.
They stumbled a few times, holding on to each other, laughing, before falling into bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Jesse pushed up on one elbow to look down into Trevor’s face.
“So other than me making love to you right now, where do we go from here?” he asked quietly, brushing a lock of Trevor’s hair off his forehead. He rocked his erection against Trevor’s hip, growling in pleasure when Trevor pulled him flush on top of him and wrapped his legs around Jesse’s waist.
“I don’t know.” Trevor cupped Jesse’s face in his hands. “Maybe...one day at a time? You leave your toothbrush here, come over whenever you want. We spend as much time together as we possibly can. How about that?”
Jesse pretended to consider it, even as a cautious happiness started to bubble in his veins. “I guess it’s a start,” he murmured, leaning down to nuzzle Trevor’s cheek with his lips.
“Gotta start somewhere,” Trevor agreed, his voice warm and husky with arousal. “Like you kissing me.”
“Oh, I can definitely manage that.” He brushed gentle kisses along Trevor’s jaw to his mouth. “Most definitely.”
So this is what it felt like to have everything he’d ever wanted.
* * *
Jesse woke in increments, blinking against the light streaming into the room. He glanced in panic at the clock, relaxing when he realized he still had over an hour before he had to be at work. Trevor still slept, his head pillowed on Jesse’s shoulder and one leg thrown across Jesse’s hips. Trying with all his might not to wake him, Jesse eased himself out from under him and padded to the kitchen to make some coffee.
As it brewed, Jesse wandered into the formal living room, trailing his fingers over the backs of the pristine couches, taking in the expensive carpet and subdued, tasteful artwork on the walls. Trevor’s office, just adjacent, was warm and inviting, and Jesse could tell he’d moved some things around since the last time he’d been in there. The desk was angled differently, and he now noticed some pictures of Riley displayed on the bookshelves, including one in an oversize baseball jersey, his chubby little-boy face full of hero worship as he posed with Todd Helton.
A dozen more steps took him down the hall to stand in front of the closed door to Riley’s room, and emotion welled up in his chest and surged into his throat, bringing tears to his eyes. Oh, how he dreaded the task of packing up this room, and he wondered when Trevor would finally ask him to do it. Leaning his forehead on the door, Jesse heaved a shaky sigh. It’d been hard enough the first time going through Riley’s clothes and handling his things, but Jesse’d done it in order to honor his friend. He’d been glad to help out the most important person in Riley’s life, even if that person had been all but a stranger to Jesse.
Now Trevor wasn’t a stranger anymore; he was the man Jesse loved, and Jesse had come to know intimately the anguish Trevor suffered over this room, this last tangible link to the beloved son who’d once lived here. Packing it away would be an emotional, daunting task for both of them and one Jesse wasn’t looking forward to.
Feeling a little overwhelmed by the changes the last few hours had wrought, Jesse tapped his fist on the door and pushed away from it, heading back to the kitchen to pour two mugs of the fresh coffee. He carried them into the bedroom and perched on the side of the bed, waving one of them under Trevor’s nose, chuckling when his eyes snapped open and his nostrils flared.
“What? Is it time to get up already?”
Jesse waited until he sat up and plumped some pillows behind him before handing him his mug. Trevor took a few tentative sips, blinking up at Jesse sleepily.
“You were out cold,” Jesse said regretfully, “but I didn’t want to leave for work without giving you this.” He stood to rummage in his duffel, pulling out the package Kimi had sent him. “This is the thumb drive from that photographer I told you about, the one embedded with our platoon.”
Trevor caught his breath, and Jesse laid it carefully on the bedside table. “I didn’t give it to you last night because—” Jesse broke off, feeling guilty and ashamed over his bout of selfishness and unsure how to explain it. He settled for shrugging helplessly. “If you want me to look at it with you, the assistant manager said she’d be there early today so it’s okay if I’m a little late.”
Trevor tore his eyes away from the package and shook his head. “It’ll keep, Jess.” He patted the mattress next to him. “Put your coffee down and come here.”
Jesse set his mug next to the package, waiting until Trevor did the same before sliding back into bed. Trevor cupped his cheek and leaned into him for a long, slow kiss. “Now that’s a proper good morning, and one I expect from now on. Although the coffee was a nice touch.”
Linking his arms around Trevor’s neck, Jesse gazed up at him. Trevor’s hair was a mess, his jaw stubbly, eyes crusty with sleep, but to Jesse he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And he was his.
“I love you,” he said tentatively, trying out the words, and the smile that broke across Trevor’s face warmed him from the inside out.
They finished their coffee, and Jesse made quick work of his shower before yanking on some clean underwear and black jeans, pulling his Jelly’s logo T-shirt over his head. By the time he’d donned his socks and tennis shoes, Trevor had disappeared into the kitchen, and Jesse could smell the scent of toasting bread.
He had a bagel and cream cheese waiting for him when he finally emerged, along with a fresh cup of coffee, and as Jesse ate, Trevor busied himself making a grocery list.
“What’re your favorite foods, Jess? Is there anything you absolutely will not eat?”
They bantered back and forth as they discussed food, discovering they had a mutual love for that ultimate guilty pleasure, Cheetos Puffs.
“Messy orange goodness,” Trevor declared. “I don’t share Cheetos, so I’ll make sure to get you your own bag.” He pointed his pen at Jesse. “And I’ll put names on them and everything, so hands off mine.”
He seemed completely serious, and Jesse couldn’t help but laugh at him.
When Jesse finished his breakfast and slipped his plate and cup into the dishwasher, he turned to see Trevor holding something out to him. Jesse took the house key and looked at it a moment before twisting it onto his own key ring.
“I’ll clear out a drawer for you, so bring some things over if you want.” Trevor’s voice was soft. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”
“Okay.” Jesse waited for Trevor to ask him about Riley’s room, but he didn’t, so Jesse pulled him close for one last kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”
Jesse jogged to his truck, feeling like he was floating on air. The feeling lasted throughout the morning and into the afternoon, when Jesse’s phone rang while he was wolfing down a quick lunch.
“’Lo?” he mumbled around his BLT, washing the bite down with a gulp of Coke.
“Sami served me divorce papers, Byrney. Just now.” Watty’s voice in his ear was low and shaky. “She wants a fucking divorce!”
Jesse tightened his fingers around the phone, listening as Watkins ranted about flying to North Carolina to confront her. “I won’t let her take my kids from me. Fuck her!” Through the rage Jesse could detect his fear, fear of losing his family, of losing himself.
As he spiraled upward into hysteria, Jesse snapped, using his best squad leader tone, “Dial it down. Now.”
The clipped order did the trick, and Watkins subsided, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“We’ll discuss the situation later tonight,” Jesse went on, still in that hard voice. “Until then, I want you to finish what I asked you to do, which was to plan our fucking camping trip. Is that clear? I want routes, supply lists and an itinerary ready for me when I stop by your place after work.” He paused. “Is that clear?”
“Lima Charlie.” Watty sounded stronger, more in control. “Loud and clear. I—I’m sorry, Byrne.”
“Apology accepted,” Jesse said evenly. “I’ll be there about five, and I’ll bring pizza.”
They hung up, and Jesse pushed his sandwich away before dropping his head down on his folded arms, praying he’d done the right thing. In Afghanistan, before a mission, they’d all learned to manage their fear by focusing on their orders, and Watty in particular had thrived when he was given set and specific tasks to carry out. Hopefully by taking him back there Jesse could distract him from the anger he was taking refuge in in order to cope.
As Jesse was finishing up his shift, his phone rang again. This time it was Karen, and Jesse was beyond relieved when she told him she’d be back to work the next day.
“Mom’s mostly out of danger, and my aunt was just able to fly in, so she’s gonna take over. Believe me, I’ll be more than happy to get out of this stupid hospital room.”
“I bet.” Jesse filled her in on the restaurant happenings the previous few days, saying ruefully, “I’m gonna need a few more days off myself, K. Got another friend in crisis.” He explained about Watty and the camping trip. “Maybe it’s stupid, but I just feel like getting him out of town somewhere, where he’s relying on himself and his skills again, might help him think more clearly right now.”
“It’s not stupid. Oh my God, at my last TAPS meeting we had a speaker from this place called Hope Ranch, up in Boulder. It’s for wounded warriors and their families, and one of their programs is an outdoor survival thing that sounds just like that. Getting people out in the wilderness, working together...”
“Helping them feel useful,” Jesse finished quietly. “Bringing back that feeling of brotherhood that we all miss. Yeah.”
“Well, it’s a thing. And, Jess, take all the time you need. If you were anyone else, I’d fire your ass, but I have a soft spot for you, dammit. You remind me of...” She trailed off, and Jesse knew she was thinking about her brother.
He cleared his throat. “I have even more respect for you after trying to do your job these past few days. Hopefully I didn’t FUBAR everything up.”
“Nah, you didn’t. Cindy told me you’ve been a huge help,” she said, referring to the assistant manager. “You’re the best.”
They spoke for a few more minutes, and after they’d hung up, Jesse wrapped up the last of the inventory he was working on before going in search of Cindy to let her know he was taking off.
He made a quick stop to grab a large pizza, and soon Jesse was knocking on Watty’s door, relieved to see that he appeared pale but composed, and most important of all, sober. As they ate Watty outlined his preliminary camping plans, and Jesse was impressed by what he’d accomplished in only a few short hours.
“Good work,” he said. “Now I’m looking forward to this trip even more.”
“Enriquez says he’s in, too,” Watty said, obviously pleased by the praise. “I left a message for Silvera but haven’t heard back.”
“Great.”
He didn’t bring up Sami, and Jesse didn’t ask. As he got ready to leave, he handed Watty a couple hundred dollars in cash. “Will you do some research and get me a decent sleeping bag? REI or Cabela’s, if possible.”
With promises to do his best, Watty bid him goodnight, and Jesse headed for his truck, relieved the visit had ended on such a cautiously optimistic note. He swung by his apartment and packed some things, his thoughts turning to Trevor. A rush of longing swept over him, and he drove as fast as he dared, enjoying the quiet thrill he got as he let himself in to Trevor’s house with his new key. He poked around until he found him in his office working busily at his desk, a pair of dark-rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose.
“Hey,” Trevor said when he caught sight of him. “I need to finish this up, and then I’m all yours.” His eyes fell on the suitcase Jesse held. “I cleared out two drawers and some space in the closet for you, if you want to go unpack. Make yourself at home, okay?”
With a nod Jesse retreated, and once he found his designated drawers, he carefully put his stuff away before poking his head into the huge walk-in closet. Trevor’s clothes hung neatly, casual wear interspersed with suits covered in dry-cleaner plastic wrap, along with a uniform row of dress and everyday shoes lined up on the floor below. Several bars were empty, and Jesse knew Trevor hadn’t cleared that much space for him. This was Carl’s old side of the closet, and Jesse gritted his teeth at the sight of it, a fresh wave of jealousy and possessiveness surging.
He stalked to Trevor’s office and around the desk to stand in front of him, crowding him back.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Trevor stammered, and Jesse took the pen out of his hand and tossed it down before sinking to his knees to shove Trevor’s legs roughly apart.
“What am I doing? Exercising my boyfriend privilege,” Jesse purred, holding Trevor’s eyes with his as he flicked the button of Trevor’s jeans open and flirted his fingers along the zipper, “by interrupting you at work to suck your dick.”
With a gasp Trevor sank back in his chair, his lips parting as Jesse eased him free of the fabric and licked the tip. He played his tongue along the flared head and ridge underneath, letting saliva drip down to ease the way for his stroking hand. It didn’t take long before Trevor was hard as a rock, and then Jesse really went to work, taking him deep.
Trevor reached up behind himself to grip the back of his chair, his abs flexing as he planted his feet and pumped his hips, giving Jesse shallow thrusts. The sound of his low moans had Jesse fumbling with his own pants, and as he jerked himself with his free hand, he peeked up at Trevor, who had his head thrown back, the line of his throat all that was visible.
His hoarse grunts were loud in the quiet room, and when they escalated into tortured groans, Jesse redoubled his efforts, relaxing his throat as best he could, the taste of Trevor flooding his mouth sending his own orgasm slamming into him.
After the waves crested and receded, Jesse stood up higher on his knees to kiss Trevor’s belly, lifting his face when Trevor bent down to thread his fingers through Jesse’s hair and yank his head back.
“Sit up here on the edge of the desk,” he growled against Jesse’s lips. “Let me—”
Jesse gave a rueful chuckle, draping his arms around Trevor’s neck. “Too late.”
They both looked down at Jesse’s gaping pants and spent cock, and the white spatters on the wooden floor beneath him.
“Fuck me, that’s so hot,” Trevor moaned. He urged Jesse to stand, gripping his hips and leaning in to clean him up with his tongue, the sight of him lapping up the fluid clinging to the reddened, sensitive head making Jesse cry out.
With a last kiss to the tip of Jesse’s dick, Trevor sat back, his glasses smudged and askew. “Exercise your boyfriend privilege whenever you want. Jesus Christ.” His mouth went slack and Jesse wondered if he was fantasizing about what he suddenly was—Jesse straddling his lap while they fucked on Trevor’s chair, or Trevor flat on his back, legs over Jesse’s shoulders while Jesse took him on his desk.
“I can’t wait,” Jesse murmured, and he watched hungrily as Trevor tucked himself away. “Well, I guess I’ll let you finish your work now.”
Jesse zipped up and turned to leave, yelping when Trevor gave his ass a sharp smack. He headed for the shower, a goofy grin on his face.
Boyfriend privilege. Hell, yeah.