Ashby felt like time had stopped all together.

Trent wanted to kiss him. Was waiting for Ashby to kiss him.

This couldn’t be happening. Ashby had promised himself no men while he was away and he especially shouldn’t be getting involved with a straight guy.

If there was the slightest possibility Trent wasn’t straight, though, Ashby was willing to be the one to find out.

Housekeeping had left a couple of lamps on by the lone bed that had seemed so ominous yesterday. It was just enough for Ashby to make out everything of Trent. His perfectly trimmed stubbled jaw. His glossy, dark hair falling to his shoulders. The lines of his sculpted muscles under his white shirt.

Ashby was still dressed aside from his jacket and tie. He was too afraid to take the plunge and kiss Trent just yet. So to ease himself in, he reached up and began gently pulling at the cravat around Trent’s neck, loosening the material to expose his skin.

“There,” Ashby whispered. He dropped the material to the floor where it pooled alongside his own tie, the two pink shades almost identical. “Now we’re even.”

He expected Trent to laugh at him or tell him to hurry up and kiss him. Instead, he watched silently as Ashby next got to work on the buttons of Trent’s waistcoat. There were only three, so he was soon slipping his hands over Trent’s rock-hard shoulders, pushing the silky garment off his body and onto the carpet.

Ashby exhaled slowly. He would have thought that Trent watching him would have made him feel anxious. But that was what was so different about Trent and the likes of Gordon. Trent made him feel empowered.

That was the last time Ashby would allow himself to think about Gordon. He was the past. Ashby wasn’t sure what the future might hold, but his present was standing patiently in front of him. Trent. Ashby couldn’t quite believe this was really happening, but it was.

He took his time tracing his fingers over Trent’s body, exploring the well-defined lines hiding beneath the cotton. Every now and again he looked up to gauge Trent’s reaction. He was breathing heavily. They both were. Ashby was trembling in anticipation, his pulse loud in his ears. But although he was clearly affected, Trent didn’t react other than to watch Ashby work.

“Is this okay?” Ashby asked, his voice a mere rasp.

“Yes,” Trent replied.

Ashby ran his hands up Trent’s flanks and over his pecs. “Have you…really never done this with a man before?”

Trent shook his head. “No.”

Ashby bit his lip. His hands came to rest on Trent’s biceps. “And…you’re sure you want to do this with me?” Ashby thought that was lunacy. He wasn’t worthy of such an honor. “You could have anyone. I’m…I’m just so...” He trailed off in embarrassment.

But at that, Trent did finally move. His hands lifted immediately to cradle both sides of Ashby’s face. “You’re so amazing,” Trent said. “I don’t know why you can’t see that.”

Ashby couldn’t help but look into his beautiful brown eyes. “You hear a thing often enough,” he said, his voice trembling, “I guess you start to believe it. Shallow. Useless. Unremarkable.” He cleared his throat. He hadn’t meant to say those words out loud. “Uh, you know, things like that.”

“How about,” Trent said slowly. He leaned in so Ashby naturally closed his eyes. The kiss didn’t come on his lips, though. It landed carefully on his left eyelid. “Worldly.” His right eyelid. “Kind.” His right cheek. “Charming.” The tip of his nose. “Beautiful.” He rubbed their noses gently together in an Eskimo kiss. “And sexy as hell.”

Ashby laughed nervously. He was definitely not bloody sexy. He knew he was good looking. But he couldn’t agree that his slim, pale body instilled any kind of sexual desire in a red-hot man like Trent.

“Oh, you don’t think so?” Trent said. There was a playful tone to his voice.

Ashby risked peeking out through his eyelashes and grimaced. “No,” he said, trying not to giggle again. But he felt like maybe that was what Trent wanted.

He dropped his hands from either side of Ashby’s face and used one hand to expertly push the buttons on Ashby’s own waistcoat through their holes. The other hand held onto Ashby’s hip. Ashby begged his heart not to explode, because it would be a dreadful shame to kick the bucket now and miss out on this divine experience.

Trent made short work of the vest and then started on the shirt, this time using both hands to slip the many buttons free and expose Ashby’s chest. In no time he was running his hands over Ashby’s flesh, along his shoulders and arms to divest him of the shirt, then down his chest.

“You don’t think this is gorgeous?” Trent asked as he wrapped his fingers around either side of Ashby’s ribcage. The span of his hands was so large it felt like he was holding the entirety of Ashby’s torso.

“Um, no,” said Ashby. If he was honest, he was certainly feeling pretty sexy right then. But he wanted Trent to keep on convincing him some more.

It worked like a charm. Trent smiled lazily at him before dropping his head and kissing the side of Ashby’s neck. “This is very sexy,” he mumbled against Ashby’s skin. “I was looking at this little bit earlier.” He kissed his way along to the base of Ashby’s throat.

Ashby moaned and dropped his head back. “Oh my god,” he moaned. “This can’t be happening.”

“Why?” Trent asked. He kissed back up and along Ashby’s jaw. His hands were exploring Ashby’s stomach, tickling his tummy and making Ashby squirm in delight.

“Because,” Ashby said as he desperately struggled to remember what words were. “You said you were straight and if that were true I’m definitely not the, uh-” Trent was nibbling on his earlobe “-man to change your mind.”

“Oh,” Trent said into his ear, licking the shell and making Ashby’s whole body tremble. “I’m going to have such fun proving to you just how wrong you really are.”

Ashby whimpered. Fine. If Trent really wanted to do this, Ashby needed to stop fighting it immediately. Otherwise, heaven forbid, Trent might change his mind.

His cock was really starting to strain inside his trousers now. When Ashby was brave enough to look, he realized he wasn’t the only one in a bit of a bother. The bulge between Trent’s legs was getting bigger, and it wasn’t a small length thickening in there from what Ashby could tell.

He was too afraid to tackle that just yet. Instead, he refocused on Trent’s shirt, working his fingers to undo the buttons just like Trent had done for him. Inch by inch, he exposed endless light brown skin covered with the tattoos Ashby had seen in the sauna. Except this time, he was allowed to touch them all he wanted.

“What do they all mean?” he asked.

Trent looked down at himself. “I can tell you sometime,” he said. “But not now.”

“No?” Ashby squeaked. “But, um, I have lots of questions.”

Trent took a step closer. There was hardly any space between them now. Their cocks were so close to brushing together. “I have a lot of questions too,” Trent rumbled. He nuzzled against Ashby’s neck and carded his fingers through his hair. “The first is: what do you like?”

Ashby whimpered again. “Uhh,” he stammered. Nobody ever asked him what he wanted. They generally just went ahead and fucked him however they wanted, and Ashby was happy to go along with it.

“I want to make you feel so good,” Trent said, his voice raspy. Ashby worried he might genuinely come in his briefs before Trent even got a chance to touch his cock. “I could guess, but I’d rather hear you talk dirty.”

“F-fuck,” Ashby moaned.

Trent’s hands were still roaming the naked upper half of his body, his lips ghosting across Ashby’s face and neck, his breath making the hairs on Ashby’s skin stand to attention. His cock throbbed, begging Ashby to allow Trent near it soon, now.

“Ashby?” Trent asked.

Ashby gulped. “I w-want,” he uttered. “For you to, um, to…”

Trent closed the distance between them, hugging Ashby close while looking in his eyes. Ashby gasped at the sudden contact of skin on burning skin. Trent clung to his hair with one hand and splayed the fingers of the other across his lower back. There was no masking their lust when their cocks were rock hard and rubbing against each other.

Trent grunted, several emotions flitting across his face. He’d never felt that sensation before, Ashby surmised. Cock rutting against cock. Ashby felt flushed with pride.

“Fuck, I want you,” Trent said. There was wonder in his voice. Like he couldn’t quite believe it himself. “How can I make you scream my name?”

“Oh, Christ,” Ashby sobbed. “I want you to bend me over that desk and fuck me senseless.”

He choked back his own surprise, holding his breath to await Trent’s reaction.

Trent kissed him.

‘Devoured him’ might have been a more accurate description. Their lips crashed together and Trent’s tongue plunged into Ashby’s mouth, seeking out his tongue and demanding it dance with his. He nipped at Ashby’s lips and moaned as their mouths met again and again.

Ashby wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly he was backing up until the backs of his legs met the edge of the mahogany desk he’d been admiring before. Trent reached around and swept the writing paper, pens, room service menus and telephone off, sending it all clattering magnificently to the floor. Ashby gasped for breath between kisses, feeling like he was in danger of passing out at any second.

He never did this. He liked sex in bed, all cuddled up under the blankets. Gordon had rarely had any imagination when it came to fucking, so they’d always done it with Ashby on all fours. So long as they held each other afterwards, Ashby had always told himself it was all right.

But right now he couldn’t think clearly at all. All he wanted was to be ravaged within an inch of his life.

Trent grabbed him by the hips and sat him on the desk. He looked feral as he grinned at Ashby and attacked his belt buckle. “Like this?” he rasped, pressing their foreheads together as he whipped the belt free and flung it across the room. “Is this what you want, gorgeous?”

“Jesus, fuck, yes,” Ashby cried.

He scrambled at Trent’s belt, but his hands were shaking too much. So Trent batted them away, stepping back to shove trousers, boxers and belt down to his ankles in one swift motion. “Fucking hell,” Ashby whispered. His eyes were glued to Trent’s large cock, jutting thick and proud from a nest of dark curls. The tip was cut, like Ashby had heard most Americans were, and was a darker brown than the rest of his skin. It was already glistening with precum.

“I hate to alarm you,” Ashby said. Trent was yanking off his shoes and kicking away the rest of his clothes to leave him gloriously naked. He was grinning so hard he was almost laughing. His delight was infectious and Ashby giggled too. “But I really don’t know if that will fit.”

Trent came back to him and hugged him close, inhaling deeply. “You smell like a man,” he said.

Ashby inhaled too. “So do you,” he muttered, shivering. Trent smelled spicy and tangy and sweaty and fucking delicious.

Trent’s cock was rubbing on Ashby’s stomach, leaking clear beads onto his happy trail. “I’ve gotten this cock plenty of places it shouldn’t have gone,” Trent said wickedly as he held the back of Ashby’s head for more scorching hot kisses. “If you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you so sweetly you’ll forget your own name.”

Ashby wanted to say something clever about making Trent scream it to remind him. But all he could do was surrender to the kisses and point weakly in the direction of the bathroom.

“Wash kit,” he said faintly. “Lube. Condoms. Get the things. The, uh, sex things.”

Trent chuckled and laid Ashby down on the cool wood. “You brought protection?” he teased as he hovered above him.

Ashby nodded earnestly. “Always. Go. Please.”

Trent laughed again, kissed him, then moved away to do as he was told.

“Don’t you go anywhere now,” he called over his shoulder. Ashby tore his gaze away from Trent’s perfect arse and nodded.

“Promise,” he said hoarsely.

Within moments, Trent was striding back out towards Ashby and the desk. His giant cock was wilting slightly, but Ashby was sure they could do something about that between them.

Trent may not have been with a guy before, but he was obviously extremely experienced, sexually speaking. He no longer had any sense of hesitation about him. He was in his element.

Once he’d placed the supplies down on the desk, he leaned over Ashby again, running his hands over his skin. “Everything okay down there, beautiful?”

Ashby could only nod as Trent unzipped his trousers and pulled them and the briefs down over Ashby’s still very hard cock. He lifted his hips so Trent could yank everything down, leaving them both totally naked. Trent wasted no time in stroking Ashby’s length, milking the precum from the sensitive head.

“Wow,” he said reverently.

“Is it okay?” Ashby asked, lifting his head a little to see. Fuck, that was an extremely hot sight.

Trent shook his head. “It’s gorgeous. Just like you.”

Ashby got a fit of the giggles and dropped his head back down with a thump. “You’re ridiculous,” he chided fondly.

“And you’re sexy as fuck,” Trent asked, giving his cock a firm squeeze. “Believe me yet?”

Ashby tried his best to temper his laughter. “No. Yes. Maybe,” he babbled. “Jury’s out. No brain function left. Only cock. Oh shit, Trent.”

Trent had obviously got distracted and decided to have a go at a blow job. With his hand still on the shaft, he sucked on the end of Ashby’s dick like a lollipop. “Always wondered what that was like,” he said, before doing it again.

Ashby gasped for air and tried not to thrust himself unashamedly down Trent’s gullet. This was his first attempt at giving head, so Ashby needed to be gentle, even if he desperately wanted to be deep throated.

“So good,” he stuttered. He only had a certain amount of restraint, so he couldn’t help but grab fistfuls of Trent’s thick locks. The hair was silky to his touch. “Holy shit, just like that.”

It was so tempting to consider coming then, inside Trent’s hot, wet mouth with his tongue lapping against his sensitive shaft. But they had this absolutely brilliant desk and it really would be a shame to waste it.

“Stop, stop,” he stammered.

“What’s wrong?” Trent asked, immediately concerned.

Ashby shook his head. “Nothing,” he said earnestly. “Too good. I’ll come if you keep that up.”

Trent grinned mischievously and stroked Ashby’s throbbing cock. “But I want you to come,” he said.

Ashby groaned and wriggled. “Said you’d fuck me,” he protested like the spoiled brat he was. “Now, Trent. I need you.”

Trent half-climbed the desk to get on top of him. His kiss was intense. Possessive. “I need you, too,” he murmured.

Ashby felt like he was vibrating as he watched Trent uncap the lube and squeeze out an impressive amount. He really did know what he was doing. He stroked at Ashby’s hole while he leaned over and kissed his stomach. Ashby couldn’t seem to stop mumbling and hissing anything that wasn’t ‘fuck’ or ‘oh my god.’

Trent didn’t hesitate as he pushed his middle finger in. Ashby concentrated really hard on relaxing and letting him in. He didn’t have time to spend ages on prep. He wanted Trent inside and fucking him as soon as humanly possible.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” Trent said, adding a second finger. Ashby had experienced guys calling him a slut or a whore at this point in the proceedings for how quickly he was able to stretch out. But Trent just appeared impressed. “See. I’ll fit,” he said triumphantly.

As Trent stroked his prostate, Ashby scrabbled at the desk, not finding anything to grip on to as he rutted shamelessly against Trent’s fingers. “Do it, yes,” he gasped. “I can take it. You need to be hard again. Do you need help? I can give you help.”

Trent laughed, deep and throaty. With his fingers still inside Ashby’s hole, he leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. “You’re so fucking cute, I could eat you.”

“Next time,” Ashby promised. “Cock in arse, now. Please,” he added on impishly.

He raised his legs up and grabbed his knees, exposing himself for Trent to take full advantage of. Trent took the hint, slipping his fingers out and reaching for the condom. Ashby waited as patiently as he could while Trent stroked himself hard again then rolled the condom down.

As Trent pressed his thick tip to Ashby’s entrance, they both gasped. Ashby was quaking and dripping with sweat. Trent was using both hands to hold Ashby’s arse cheeks apart, and he squeezed and massaged the flesh as he slowly pressed in further.

“Holy fuck, Ashby,” he said. “You feel so good.”

Even though it burned, Ashby had to agree. Trent felt amazing. He and Gordon hadn’t had sex in several months now, much to Ashby’s relief. He hadn’t quite appreciated how much he’d missed it.

“Yes, that’s it, fucking Christ, fill me up with that giant cock,” he jabbered. He didn’t care what he was saying, he just needed Trent to find his prostate again and destroy him.

Together, they managed to get Ashby to take Trent, Ashby gnashing his teeth against the burn. He wanted this so badly, he just had to remind his body of that fact. Now that he was inside, Trent cradled the back of Ashby’s neck and rubbed up and down his flank.

“So good,” he said over and over. “So good. That’s it, almost there.”

When Trent bottomed out, they both shuddered and cried out as one. “Yes, yes,” Ashby blathered, nodding his head. He could feel Trent rubbing up against his sweet spot once more. “Go, ride me. Want it. Want you.”

Trent was cautious to begin with. It was a strangely gentlemanly consideration. But soon the carnal lust overtook them both, and they were thrusting and pounding so hard the desk was squeaking and probably in danger of coming apart.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Trent yelled.

At least they only had one room next to them to worry about. Ashby hoped their neighbors were still out partying at the wedding.

He was soon beyond caring, though. His orgasm was building and lights were dancing in front of his eyes. “I’m going to…” he uttered, wrapping his hand around his cock to finish the job.

At least he tried. Trent batted him away and began to jerk him mercilessly in time to his thrusts. “Wanna watch you come, gorgeous,” he said. “Come for me, let go.”

Ashby threw back his head and wailed. His entire body convulsed as his climax ripped through him and he spurted hot cum all over himself.

“Fuuuuck,” Trent hissed, stretching out the word as he slammed the last few times into Ashby’s trembling body. Then he arched his back, his fingers digging into Ashby’s hips as he came. “Ashby,” he yelled, filling the condom with his seed.

Ashby lay panting as Trent staggered. He didn’t withdraw just yet, though. He looked down at Ashby and brushed back the damp hair from his forehead.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

Ashby blinked. “I just got shagged senseless,” he managed to say with a weak smile. “You’re the one who just had sex with a man for the first time. Are you okay?”

Trent laughed and slowly eased himself free. As they were by the desk, the wastepaper basket was right there, so he was able to peel off the condom and dispose of it effectively. They were both still sticky messes, but Ashby didn’t care.

All he cared about was that Trent leaned over and gathered him up in his arms for a cuddle, just the way he liked. “I’m good,” he mumbled into Ashby’s hair. “You feel like sharing that bed tonight?”

Ashby’s heart ached with happiness. He nodded and let himself be led away from the carnage and over to the massive four-poster bed. Trent managed to snatch a box of tissues along the way so they could mop up before slipping under the sheets.

Ashby watched Trent carefully as they turned off the lamps, plunging the room into almost total darkness. But as his eyes became accustomed to the gloom, Ashby could make out his lover’s face again.

A tiny part of him worried that Trent wasn’t completely okay with what they’d just done. In his experience, though, it was easier for guys to wrap their heads around doing the fucking rather than being the ones getting fucked. So, maybe he’d be all right. Ashby caressed the side of Trent’s face as they lay side by side with their heads on the pillows.

Trent reached up and gently wrapped his fingers around Ashby’s hand to stop him, then kissed the palm. “I’m great, I promise,” he whispered. “Stop worrying. We can talk in the morning, if you want?”

Ashby did want that, very much.

With the promise of clearing a few things up, he allowed Trent to pull him close so he could rest his head on Trent’s expansive chest. He could hear his heartbeat and his breathing as sleep quickly enveloped him.

Ashby’s last thought before he drifted off was that he felt so very safe.