Chapter 13
The last time Ford had walked into his bedroom, he had been frustrated and guilty, wiping away tears and wondering what he was doing with his life. All because of Trevor.
This time when he stumbled into the room, he was aroused and happy, gasping for air between kisses and wondering if he had the stamina to go two rounds before succumbing to sleep. All because of Trevor.
“Thank you for coming over.” He nuzzled Trevor’s neck as he unfastened his pants.
“I’ll always come to you, Ford.” Trevor slipped his bag off his shoulder and set it against the wall. “We still need to talk.” He toed off his shoes and kicked them aside.
“I know.” Ford dipped his chin in acknowledgement of both statements. “But this first, okay?” He shoved Trevor’s pants and briefs over his hips. “I need to feel you.”
“This first,” Trevor agreed as he stepped out of the clothes pooled around his ankles. “Come here.” He curled his hand around the back of Ford’s head and held him still as he dipped forward for a soft kiss. “I’m sorry I lost my temper earlier.” He reached over his shoulders and pulled off his shirt. “The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.”
“I’m sorry too.” Ford slid his palms over Trevor’s bare chest. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you.” He gazed into Trevor’s eyes. “I know I haven’t been easy.”
“Easy? No.” Trevor pushed Ford’s robe off and then nudged him against the bed. “But definitely worth it.”
When Ford was sitting, Trevor dropped to his knees, wedged himself between Ford’s thighs, and leaned forward.
“Want me to take these off?” Ford tugged on his pajamas when Trevor began mouthing his dick through them.
“Nuh-uh.” Trevor shook his head and moved his lips over Ford’s hardening shaft. “I love seeing you in them.”
“You have a thing for loose, cotton pajamas?”
“I have a thing for you.” Trevor nosed Ford’s balls, pushing them up and making him groan. “And you wearing these is charming as hell.”
“Charming?” Ford asked breathlessly.
“Uh-huh. Sweet and sexy too. The clothes fit the man.” Looking up at Ford, Trevor dropped his mouth over his glans and sucked hard.
“Trevor!” Ford shouted as he stared at the erotic sight Trevor made—nostrils flared, eyes hot, and lips swollen.
“I can smell you even through the cotton,” Trevor rasped. “Taste you too.”
“If I’d known how much you like these pajamas, I’d have brought them when I came to see you.”
Apparently done with conversation, Trevor focused on his task. He blew hot air over the now soaked fabric, lightly dragged his teeth up and down Ford’s shaft, and mouthed his balls.
“Trevor.” Pleasure suffused Ford, the stress from the day melting away in favor of heat and need. “Always make me feel so good.”
Blindly, Trevor reached for Ford’s hand and then threaded their fingers together, the gentle connection in marked contrast to the messy, almost rough oral assault.
After their argument earlier that night, Ford had questioned himself. Was he willing to shatter his family’s hopes to be with a man who thought of him as nothing more than a convenient source of sexual relief? But even as he’d worked up righteous indignation over Trevor’s words, deep down, Ford had known they weren’t true. Just like he’d known he wouldn’t be able to give Trevor up.
So he had lowered himself to his knees, not far from the spot where Trevor was currently kneeling, and prayed. He had prayed for wisdom, for hope, and for the strength to do what he knew was right, despite the seemingly endless impediments stacked in his path. Then he had gone to sleep and woken to find the answer to his prayers parked right outside his house. Silently, he thanked God for giving him a man as intelligent, kind, and tenacious as Trevor Moga, and he promised once again to show himself worthy of that blessing, starting with making sure Trevor knew his feelings were returned.
“Trevor?” he said as he brushed his fingers over Trevor’s soft hair.
Meeting his gaze, Trevor whispered, “I know. But we’re talking later, remember?” Trevor squeezed his hand and then let go and massaged both his thighs. “For now, just enjoy.”
Nodding, Ford stretched his arms backward, flattened his palms on the bed, and closed his eyes. Trevor’s attention and affection washed over him, making his chest swell and his groin throb. From the moans Trevor made between slurps, he was enjoying himself just as much as Ford. So gradually he didn’t notice it happening, Trevor rolled down his pants leaving him naked from the waist down. Then he returned to his post between Ford’s legs and laved his balls and dick with his tongue.
“Legs up,” Trevor said as he lifted Ford’s calves.
“What?”
Dark blue eyes peered up at him. “I want your feet on the bed, your legs spread, and your ass open.”
Polished in public, tender in private, and filthy in bed—every part of Trevor called to Ford. He could never refuse Trevor, he didn’t want to, but sometimes the words Trevor chose, the things he asked Ford to do, made his cheeks heat and his heart race. Of course his level of embarrassment was outmatched ten-fold by his level of arousal.
“Trevor,” he said brokenly.
“Show me your hole, Ford.” Trevor pushed Ford’s legs back until his feet were on the mattress. “I want to eat you out.”
With a whimper, Ford complied, lying back on the bed, dropping his knees open, and tilting his hips up.
“There you go.” His voice gravelly, Trevor skimmed one fingertip across the ridged skin of Ford’s pucker. “Going to make you scream.”
Trevor set out to do exactly what he’d promised. He rubbed his bristly cheeks across Ford’s sensitive channel, flicked his tongue back and forth over his hole, and then pointed it and pushed the tip inside.
“Ah,” Ford gasped and rolled his backside up, exposing himself further.
“Good.” Trevor petted his belly in approval and then returned his attention to Ford’s ass—sucking, licking, and penetrating him, first with his tongue and then with his fingers.
“Trevor,” Ford said, his skin damp with sweat and his muscles twitching.
Rather than responding, Trevor stayed on task, pushing both his thumbs in and out of Ford’s body as he sucked on his balls.
“Trev, please,” Ford begged.
His mouth stretched around Ford’s sac, Trevor flicked his gaze up.
“Want you,” Ford explained. “Want to make love with you.” He licked his lips. “Come up here, please.”
The nearly feral edge in Trevor’s expression softened. He gently rubbed the side of his face against Ford’s inner thigh, kissed his knee, and then stood.
“Do you have lube and condoms?”
“No.” Ford shook his head.
Clearly pleased, Trevor smiled and kissed his forehead. “I brought some.”
He straightened, walked across the room, and bent over as he shuffled through his bag.
Ford trembled as he watched the strong legs, broad back, and tight butt illuminated by the bedside lamp and the light streaming in from the hallway. Then Trevor turned around, revealing his thick, hard cock, and Ford groaned.
Raising his gaze to meet Trevor’s, Ford whispered, “I want you so much.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” Trevor swept his gaze over Ford, the look as powerful as a touch. “Scoot up.”
Bobbing his head in agreement, Ford scrambled up the bed until his head was on a pillow and his body was splayed across the mattress. “Like this?”
“Mmm hmm.” Trevor tossed the lube onto the bed. “You want to bottom or top?”
After the way Trevor had sensitized his channel, Ford was sure he’d fly apart if he didn’t get filled. “Bottom.”
With a dip of his chin, Trevor raised the condom wrapper to his mouth, opened it with his teeth, and sheathed himself in latex. He picked up the lube, poured some onto his palm, and then stroked his shaft.
His eyes glued to the eroticism of Trevor touching himself, Ford fidgeted and whimpered.
“Like what you see?” The sides of Trevor’s lips tilted up and his blue eyes gleamed.
“I do,” Ford agreed easily. Trevor’s confidence, like everything else about him, turned Ford on. “I like it a lot.”
The teasing grin faded in favor of a warm smile. Trevor climbed onto the bed, lay on top of Ford, and rubbed their noses together. The feverish passion he’d displayed moments earlier replaced by tender affection.
“Hi,” Ford whispered.
“Hey.”
“Thanks for coming over.” Ford curled his legs around Trevor’s and rubbed his heels against Trevor’s calves.
“Thanks for letting me in.” Trevor brushed his fingertips through the sides of Ford’s hair.
“I couldn’t not.”
Staying quiet for several long moments, Trevor stared at him, seemingly searching his face. “Why?”
Surprised at how easy it was to answer that question, how freeing instead of frightening, Ford met Trevor’s gaze and slid his palms over Trevor’s arms. “Because I’m in love with you.” He drew in a deep, cleansing breath. “Completely and totally in love with you.”
“Really?” Trevor’s smile was radiant, his dimples flashing.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Trevor shifted a bit and then his blunt cockhead skimmed over Ford’s hole.
“Yes, it is.” Ford raised his feet higher, propping them on Trevor’s ass, to make more room for the penetration he craved.
Gently caressing the side of Ford’s face with one hand, Trevor held the base of his cock with the other and pressed inside.
“Love you,” Ford said breathlessly as he arched his back and clutched Trevor’s shoulders in reaction to the welcome stretching.
“I love you too.” Trevor smoothly slid home. “More than I ever thought possible.”
“Kiss me.” Ford tangled his fingers in Trevor’s hair and tugged him down until their lips slammed together. “Kiss me.” He bit at Trevor’s lips and opened his mouth to Trevor’s invading tongue.
Curling his arms under Ford’s back, Trevor grasped his shoulders from underneath and kept him steady as he pumped in and out of his hole. Their bodies slammed together, their tongues twined, and they fed each other moans and grunts as they chased completion.
“Tell me you’re close.” Trevor thrust hard, pulled out, and then slammed in again. “Please tell me you’re close.”
Ford gasped.
“I need you to come, honey.” Trevor bit his chin, his neck, and his shoulder as he pummeled his hole. “Need. You. To. Come.”
Pressed fully inside Ford, Trevor circled his hips, stimulating Ford’s prostate with his cock and Ford’s dick with his belly.
Ford threw his head back, arched his back, and shouted, “Trevor!”
“Yes!” Trevor punched into Ford, pegging his gland over and over as seed pulsed from Ford’s cock in a seemingly never-ending stream.
All of Ford’s muscles seized, his eyes rolled back, and he stopped breathing, the intensity of the orgasm stealing all control from his body.
Only when he was finally spent did Trevor pull out. He knelt between Ford’s legs, peeled off the condom, and then stroked himself with a nearly violent fervor as he flicked his gaze from Ford’s face to his groin.
Still recovering from his climax, Ford’s muscles twitched and his lungs burned, but when Trevor looked into his eyes and said, “Show me your hole again,” Ford automatically complied. He clutched the underside of his knees and pulled up and out, opening himself to Trevor’s gaze.
Nostrils flaring and lips parted, Trevor looked at Ford’s ass and fisted his cock, his hand moving almost too fast to track. “Going to come on you.” His chest heaved. “Cover you in my spunk.”
“Do it.” Ford spread himself wider.
Trevor leaned closer, pointed his cockhead at Ford’s hole, and tugged up. “Ford!” Seed shot from his prick, streaking across Ford’s channel until he was coated in Trevor’s scent. “Yes!” His jaw clenching, Trevor continued stroking, managing to coax out more ejaculate. “Look at you.” Trevor slid his fingertips through the cum on Ford’s skin. “Dripping with my spunk.” He moved his finger in a circle, not pushing into Ford, but getting close. “I want to lose the condoms.” He flicked his gaze to Ford’s. “You said you’re not seeing anyone else. I’m not either.” He swallowed hard and his jaw ticked. “I want to be skin to skin.”
“Okay.” Ford let go of his legs and moved his fingertips over Trevor’s cheek.
“Okay.” Trevor breathed out and his posture relaxed. “Okay.” He lay down on top of Ford and brought their lips together.
“Mmm.” Ford wrapped his arms around Trevor’s back and one leg around Trevor’s thigh as he melted into the kiss. “You feel good.”
“So do you.” Trevor leaned back and looked at Ford’s chest. “Looks like we made a mess of your shirt.”
“My—” Ford glanced down and groaned. “I can’t believe I’m still wearing my pajamas.”
“Half of your pajamas.”
“Half of my pajamas,” Ford corrected with a chuckle. “And I still say this is a weird fetish.”
Trevor rolled them to their sides and reached for Ford’s buttons.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking off your shirt.”
“Now you’re taking it off?”
“Sure.” Trevor shrugged. “We’re going to sleep, right? You won’t need it.”
“You do realize this is a pajama shirt, which means it’s intended to be worn to bed.”
“You wore it to bed.” Trevor smirked and arched his eyebrows.
“How long are you staying?” Ford sat up, pulled off the now open shirt, and dropped it onto the floor.
“Why?”
He lay down and snuggled close to Trevor. “Because I have a few more pajama sets and I thought you might want me to model them for you.”
“I’d like that a lot.” Trevor caressed Ford’s back. “And I can stay as long as you want me here.”
That answer held an unspoken question.
“Want to get under the blanket?”
Trevor reached for the blanket crumpled at the foot of the bed and pulled it over them. “Warmer?”
“Uh-huh.” Ford brushed his fingers through the hair on Trevor’s chest. “My father isn’t running again. This’ll be his last term.”
After a minute of silence, Trevor said, “Because of what happened with Aceve?”
“Aceve?” Ford drew his eyebrows together. “No. I mean, the situation with them isn’t great for my dad because they’re big donors, but he’s retiring because he’s sick.” Ford sighed. “He has heart failure, which apparently isn’t quite as bad as it sounds but it’s still pretty bad. He needs to take it easy, healthier lifestyle, more rest, less stress.” Ford snuggled even closer and tucked his head under Trevor’s chin. “No more elections, no more Senate. He’s done.”
“I see.” Trevor wrapped his arms around him and massaged his nape.
“I think that’s probably why he’s been acting strangely. Remember how my brother-in-law Craig said my sister and my mother were worried about him?”
“Yes.” Trevor paused. “That’d explain it.”
“He said as long as he follows doctor’s orders, he’ll be okay, so that’s good, but…”
“But?”
“He wants me to run for his seat.” When Trevor didn’t say anything, Ford continued. “He has a year and a half left on this term, same as I have on mine. So instead of running for the House again I can run for the Senate.”
“How do you feel about that?” Trevor slid his hand down Ford’s spine, tracing each ridge.
“Conflicted, I guess.”
“Uh-huh,” Trevor said encouragingly.
“I mean, the Senate was always a goal. It’s something we’d talked about. First the House, then the Senate, and eventually the White House. But my dad’s only sixty-eight and I’d always thought he was in good health. It seemed far away and now suddenly it’s here. The primary’s in a year. The general’s in sixteen months. If I’m going to run, I have to start campaigning right away, fundraising.”
“That’s true. Are you up for that?”
“I’m up for the job.” Ford rolled away and looked up at the ceiling. “The audition process that our election system’s turned into isn’t great, but I’ve been doing it for so long, first helping out with my dad’s races and then with my own…” He shrugged. “It’s the nature of the beast. I’m used to it.”
“But?” Trevor lay on his side and propped his head up on one hand. “I’m pretty sure I heard a ‘but’ there.”
“But last time I did this, I was the eligible bachelor everyone wanted to fix up with their daughters.”
Trevor arched his eyebrows.
“I didn’t go out with them!” Ford snorted and shook his head. “Wow, but do you have a jealous streak.”
“It’s new.” Trevor grinned wryly and rubbed his hand over Ford’s chest. “And I’m not sure it rises to the level of a streak. But anyway, you were saying…”
“I was saying that last time they thought I was an eligible bachelor and this time I’m not.” He looked into Trevor’s eyes. “I was going to come out to my parents tonight, Trevor. I promise. I went over there with my speech all planned out, thinking I’d tell them first and then they’d tell my sisters or I would and it’d be done. My family would know.”
“But then your father told you he wanted you to run for the Senate and you realized how much you had to lose.”
“But then my father told me he was sick and he couldn’t keep doing the one thing he’s always loved doing or make his dream come true, so he was counting on me to do it instead, and I couldn’t break his heart like that.” Ford flung his arm over his eyes. “I couldn’t look him in the face and explain to him that all these years investing in my future and planning together weren’t going to matter one lick because there’s no way the donors we’ve cultivated and the voters who’ve supported our family are going to happily back a gay candidate.”
“So you decided not to tell them.”
Ford squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cry.
“Hey.” Trevor pulled on his arm, moving it off his face. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.” And he didn’t look mad. Resigned, yes, but not angry. “I understand.”
“What is it you think you understand, Trevor?” Ford shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You think I’m going to keep you hidden and smile pretty for the cameras so I can get elected? Is that what you think?”
Trevor slid out of bed and dragged his fingers through his hair. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want to know if that’s what you think of me.”
Pacing across the room, Trevor rubbed the back of his neck. “I think the world of you, Ford. Is that what you want to hear? I think you’re smart and funny and sexy and sweet and innocent and ambitious and—” He let out a deep breath and then lowered his voice. “I told you I love you. That’s not something I throw around. In fact, you’re the only person I’ve ever said those words to. That’s what I think of you.”
“I love you too.” Ford sat up, his throat thick and his vision skewed by the wetness in his eyes. “Which is why I’m not going to hide you.” He cleared his throat. “Everything happened really fast tonight and I needed to regroup, but I will not hide you.”
“No?” Trevor stopped walking.
Ford shook his head. “No.”
“Even if it means losing the election and blowing up your political career?”
The words were designed to inflame, and they did make Ford wince, but they didn’t change his mind. “I will not hide you.”