Drew
Lots of questions.
That’s what an interview is.
I didn’t mind the questions about racing, cars, and what we were starting up here with the new division. Personal questions were another matter.
It wasn’t that I minded talking about myself. Of course people were going to be curious about the man who was basically the face of the indie driving revolution. Especially after what Emily saw between Lorhaven and me. It was a human-interest story. It was sports, and it was new.
Oh, and there weren’t many rules. People were naturally going flock to it.
What was hard about personal questions was trying to decide how much to let people see. How much to keep private.
Maybe I wouldn’t have thought about it before. Before my sister brought up my image. Before Trent.
I didn’t exactly know where T and I stood with each other, but I did know one thing. I wasn’t ready to talk about it, especially to the press. I could only imagine how the public would react. How Ron Gamble would react.
It seemed like I used to be more of an open book, but now I was a lot more guarded.
It seemed like now I had a lot more to protect.
I still got the job done. Emily liked me; that much I could tell. I read women well. I knew when one was into me. And she definitely was.
She wasn’t bad-looking either. Her hair was long and wavy and was this deep golden shade that wasn’t brown, but wasn’t blond either. Her eyes were blue, and her face was made up to accentuate it. The royal-blue top she had on was low cut, and her skirt was tight.
I could have had her number in seconds.
But I didn’t want it.
Not even a little. In fact, as I sat there answering questions and chatting her up, my eyes wandered several times off in the distance, where Trent and Joey were. The pair leaned up against her Skyline, talking. At first, they looked kinda intense, and I wondered if they were getting along. But now they were laughing and smiling. Trent was checking out her car.
Emily was checking out me.
Trent was checking out the car.
And I was checking out T.
I liked the way his jeans hugged his narrow hips and cupped his butt. I liked the long strides he took when he walked. He was powerful-looking, almost intimidating.
His heart was kind.
His lips were soft, and I liked the feel of his skin against mine.
He was basically everything I could ever want in life rolled up into a single person.
It made me feel embarrassed I didn’t want to talk about him in an interview.
“Thank you for your time today. The feature in next month’s issue is going to be really great. A lot of people are going to be excited for this.”
“I hope so.” I smiled. “Thank you for coming out here to talk to me.”
“It was a pleasure,” she said, sitting forward in her chair as she got up. She bent a little lower than needed to give me a view of her chest.
Sorry, you just don’t have the right equipment.
I pushed out of the seat and stuck out a hand. She looked between me and my hand for a few seconds and then slid hers into mine.
“Can I ask you a question, off the record?” Emily asked.
“Depends on the question.” I winked.
She smiled. “Why did you lie about being in a relationship with someone?”
She caught me off guard with that one. Of all the things she could ask, that was what came out of her mouth?
“Um, what makes you think I lied?”
“I’ve been sending you signals all day. I even gave you a full view of the goods.” She gestured toward her girls. “Either I’m totally off my game today, or you’re already involved with someone.”
“Well, aren’t you direct?” I rubbed a hand over my jaw.
“I’m a reporter. I talk to people for a living. It’s what I do.”
“I didn’t lie. I’m not in a relationship,” I said.
“But you’re involved with someone.” She pressed.
Trent was walking toward us; he likely thought the interview was over.
“I think that’s enough questions for the day,” I said and turned to walk away.
“Is it because you’re afraid everyone will find out you’re involved with another man?” she asked quietly. I was the only one close enough to hear.
I stopped and turned. “What?”
She glanced over my shoulder toward the direction Trent approached. “The way he looks at you.” She glanced back at me.
I felt my stomach drop.
“It’s the same way you look at him.”
“Which is?” I played dumb.
“Which is the reason if I offered you my number, you wouldn’t take it.”
“I’d take it.” I disagreed.
“You wouldn’t use it.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m gay,” I said point blank.
She shrugged. “No. It doesn’t.”
I knew the second Trent was within touching distance. My skin tingled a little and the air around me became a little more electrified.
“Finished?” he said, stepping up to my side.
“Yes,” I answered, staring at Emily.
“It wouldn’t be the big deal you’re thinking it would be.” She went on.
Okay. This woman needed a muzzle. She had no idea when to shut up. Clearly, this was why she was still single.
“What are you talking about?” Trent asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “Let’s go.”
“It could actually work to your advantage. It’s almost trendy these days. You’d get more press, and your career would probably benefit. We could spin—”
I silenced her with a slash of my hand in the air. “You said this was off the record.”
She inclined her head. “It is, but—”
“No but. You’re way off base here. If I even hear a whisper of this conversation in the media, I will sue you for defamation of character.”
“I didn’t mean to insult you.” Her eyes widened.
“I’m not insulted.” I protested. “I just don’t like it when people I don’t know make assumptions and try to tell me how to handle my career.”
“I’ve overstepped.” She fidgeted.
Trent, who had been listening to the exchange with quiet interest, gave me a look. “What the hell is going on?”
“I look forward to reading your article.” I lied.
“As soon as the draft is complete, I’ll email it to you.” She offered.
“Great. Thank you. Have a safe trip home.” I turned and walked away.
Trent appeared at my side a few seconds later, his long legs having no problem catching up to me. “What the fuck happened?”
“You have the keys to the Mustang?”
He pulled them out of his pocket and held them up. “Drew.” Trent grabbed my arm.
I stopped walking and pulled back. “She asked me if we were in a relationship,” I said low and fast.
Shock flickered over his face. “Are you serious?”
“She wanted to break the story. She thinks me being gay will benefit my career.”
Trent laughed, but it was a hollow, empty sound. “How the hell did she figure it out?”
“I didn’t stare at her tits or take her in the back room for a quickie,” I replied, harsh. “So of course I’m gay.”
Trent rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and swore beneath his breath. “I’m sorry.” Regret laced his tone. “Wait.” He glanced up. “She hit on you?”
Amusement coursed through me. “Who’s the possessive one now?”
He looked sheepish. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”
“Fuck that,” I spat. “She was just nosing around for a story.”
“A lot of reporters are gonna do that.”
Frustration welled up inside me. So much frustration. I wished this were easier.
“You gotta go to class this afternoon?” I asked.
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t want you to,” I whispered.
There it was again. Sparks, currents of attraction between us. It was a force all its own, so tangible if I had a spoon, I could likely scoop it out of the air.
“C’mon,” T said, able to break free first. “Joey promised me a ride in her Skyline.”
“Sounds good.” My shoulders relaxed, and I smiled what felt like my first real smile in almost the entire day.
And that’s how I knew the love I felt for Trent was real. The kind people fought for. Because even the threat of a reporter “outing” us to everyone wasn’t enough to keep me from wanting to spend the rest of the day with him.
The three of us spent several hours tearing up the back roads in the Skyline and the Fastback. Joey’s car was a fine piece of car ass.
After that, we grabbed some food. I ate all of T’s fries. He ate my tomatoes.
We pulled into the driveway late in the afternoon. Trent’s Mustang was still sitting where we left it, and it looked like no one else was here.
“Looks like we got the place to ourselves for a while,” I said.
“It won’t be enough.”
We went straight up to my room, not even pausing to take off our shoes. Inside, Trent didn’t ask; he didn’t wait for a word from me. He didn’t hesitate.
The second the door latched, he was there. His big body pushed me up against the door, but he was gentle and deliberate. Strong arms slipped around me and his forearms took the weight of my body.
I ceased to breathe.
I ceased to think.
But I saw.
I saw the warm intent in his gold-flecked eyes. I saw the pain from desire left too long enflamed. I watched the way he came at me tenderly as the pain I’d just seen didn’t matter at all.
The contact of his lips was thorough; every inch of his mouth covered mine. We fused together like two halves of a whole, bonded by want, inspired by need.
He kissed me heavily, like we were both pulled under by a drug that muted everything around us. My chest felt tight, but it wasn’t from lack of air. It was too much emotion.
My entire torso burned with pressure, the kind that drove my tongue farther into his mouth and sent his lips even deeper upon mine. The pads of Trent’s fingers dug into the muscles in my back as he held me, our chests pressed together, and one of his thighs was between mine.
He lifted his lips long enough so we could both suck in one breath, tilted his head in the opposite direction, and assaulted my mouth again.
The change in direction was no less devastating, and I filled my hands with his shirt, mimicking the way our lips clung together. Beneath my jeans, my cock was so hard it hurt, and already, I felt a bead of moisture slick my boxers.
I didn’t know it could be like this between two men.
I didn’t know it could be like this at all.
I couldn’t imagine this kind of intimacy with anyone else. It was like he had the ability to reach inside my chest and grab my heart. But he didn’t. Instead, he reached in and cradled it gently, with the utmost care.
When at last he lifted his head, I could still taste him on my lips. His eyes were hazy and his lips were swollen. Still holding me close, Trent stepped backward into the room, and I went with him.
Beside the bed, he peeled away my jacket and the vest. His fingers skimmed my waist when he reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.
As he worked, he kicked off his shoes, and I did the same. His hand closed around my chin, holding my head in place as he kissed me again, this time with more impatience, as his other hand made short work of my belt.
I pulled back and began undressing him, and soon, both of us were completely naked, standing in front of each other with heaving chests.
His thick cock jutted out from his body and his balls looked heavy with intended release. It made me crave to feel his body shudder as he spilled across my tongue.
I reached for him at the same time he reached for me. Our movements mirrored each other, each of us slowly jacking the other. Trent reached between us and cupped my sac with his free hand and gently massaged my balls in his palm while teasing my tip with light strokes.
I leaned forward and closed my lips around his nipple and sucked the small, hard bud into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt the intense urge to mark him.
Somehow brand him as mine.
My hand tightened around his rock-hard cock, and I groaned. My lips slid away from his nipple and pressed soft kisses to his pec. Playfully, I nipped at his skin with my teeth, and his cock jerked in my hand.
A little bolder, I sucked some of the flesh into my mouth, deep. Trent’s hand started moving much faster, pumping me as deep as I sucked. His palm flattened against the back of my head, and he growled, “Deeper.”
I gave him what he wanted and sucked harder. I sucked until I was certain there would be a mark when I lifted my head. Satisfied, I pulled back, and Trent attacked my lips with his.
We fell back on the bed in a tangle of limbs, touching and kissing everywhere, both of us so much bolder than we’d been before.
Being around each other today and not being able to touch had been like one endless round of foreplay. It felt like we had lost time to make up for, and it didn’t matter how deep our tongues stroked; it just wasn’t enough.
Trent rolled so I was beneath him and his heavy body pressed into mine. Our cocks rubbed together, the feel of his hard rod against mine the ultimate tease. I moaned low in the back of my throat when he started moving down my body, and he positioned himself between my legs.
His wide palms covered my inner thighs and pushed my legs wide.
A little apprehensive, I looked up.
“Do you trust me?” he rasped.
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate because I did trust him. Completely.
“I want to touch more of you, more than I have before.”
Nerves coiled low in my stomach. They battled with the intense desire already there.
Trent wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked it gently. “Just my hand and fingers tonight, nothing more.”
“What if I don’t like it?” I whispered.
“You will.” His confidence was sexy, and he was still playing with my dick.
I nodded.
Trent flashed a smile, revealing that ornery crooked tooth. Quickly, he lowered and sucked my entire length into his mouth. I was still shuddering when he pulled back and disappeared for a few seconds.
He came back between my legs with a small packet in his hand. When my eyes widened, he chuckled and held it up. “It’s not a condom. We won’t be needing any of those tonight. It’s just lube.”
I never even thought to get some of that.
Of course he had, though. He always thought about shit like that, anything he could do to make me more comfortable.
I settled back against the pillows, and he bent to lick up my length. For a while, that’s all he did. He licked and sucked until I was damn near panting for release.
It was then he started exploring.
His fingers slid down my taint while at the same time he gently sucked my balls. He kept going until I felt the pad of his finger sliding along my crack. A sound sort of like a growl filled the room, and my cock was instantly in his mouth again. At the very same time, his finger brushed over my puckered hole. I tensed, not knowing what to expect, but he just laid his finger there, allowing me time to get used to the feeling as he lazily gave me head.
Slowly, his finger started moving, rubbing over the area in slow circular motions. It felt good. The nerve endings there were sensitive, and I was already so turned on it just added to the pleasure.
His mouth released my cock with a slight popping sound, and I heard the packet rip open. Seconds later, his finger came back, but this time it was slippery and smooth. I wiggled a little when he rubbed against me, because I liked the way it felt.
Trent pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and probed the hole gently. It felt… odd, but not bad. Just a little different.
I was still kind of tense because I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. All I felt was pressure. Pressure and the need to come.
“Doing okay?” he whispered against my thigh.
“More,” I breathed.
Trent used his free hand and, using more lube, rubbed my taint. I rocked a little, and the finger breaching me slid a little bit deeper.
I was good and wet between my thighs now, and I was getting more turned on by the idea of him being inside me. As if he knew, Trent leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth once more. As he slid his mouth up and down my shaft, the finger inside me started to move. I loosened a little, and all of a sudden, the pressure was gone and all that remained was feet-tingling pleasure.
“Oh,” I moaned.
Trent replaced his lips with his hand and jacked me as he worked me with his finger. I started to move against him, inviting him just a little bit deeper. My body seemed to know exactly what it wanted and had no problem asking him for it.
“I know,” he murmured and slid his finger in.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Inside me, I felt his finger curl a little and brush against a spot no one had ever touched before.
I whimpered.
Trent stilled. “Drew?”
“Don’t fucking stop, frat boy.”
His warm chuckle just added to my torture, and his finger started moving, bolder than before.
“I’m gonna watch you come,” he whispered. “I want to see you explode for me.”
I rocked into his finger, and he bore down, applying just the perfect amount of pressure to my prostate.
My entire body quaked with release. My dick pulsed as I poured out across my belly. Trent kept rubbing that spot inside me, and I kept coming until my vision went dark and I was utterly spent.
Gently, Trent retreated from my body and gave my ass a light squeeze before sighing. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
I made a soft sound. It was all I could manage.
My. Mind. Was. Blown.
I never knew I could come so hard. I never knew it would feel so good.
Trent chuckled low and got up from the bed. He moved around a few minutes, opened the door, listened, and then went down the hall to the bathroom (meaning we were still alone). A few minutes later, he came back with a towel and cleaned me up.
I was still lying there trying to piece my blown-apart world back together.
“You still with me, Forrester?” Trent asked, finally lying beside me.
“Did you know it would be that amazing?”
He laughed. “I read some stuff, but I wasn’t really sure how it would be with us…” His voice trailed away.
“Did you like it?” I asked, self-conscious.
He guided my hand down to his still-hard cock. “What do you think?”
“Will you let me try?” I asked, wanting to give him the same insane pleasure he’d just given me.
“I’ll let you do anything, Drew.”
The words were right there, so close to the tip of my tongue.
I love you.
I didn’t say them out loud, though. I held back. Instead, I rolled to my side and kissed him, all while holding him in my palm.
“You have any more of that lube?” I whispered when I pulled back.
“In the back pocket of my jeans.”
My legs felt like a newborn calf’s as I wobbled across the floor to get the packet.
I never want to give this up.
I climbed back in bed eagerly. Trent looked up with trust in his eyes.
And then I gave him exactly what he’d given me.