Page 101 of Point of Contact

Trevor blew out a breath. “It’s a process. And yeah, it feels good to have sort of a long-term plan. How about you? What’s in store for Jesse Byrne?”

Jesse gave him a rueful smile. “Will you think less of me if I tell you I really don’t know? I have enough money to get by on for a while, plus my job, but beyond that—”

“Well, nothing has to be decided tonight, does it?” Trevor put his wineglass down and stood, holding his hand out to Jesse. “How about that swim?”

Dusk had fallen, and while Jesse stripped his clothes off and slipped into the pool, Trevor plugged in the white twinkle lights before flipping on the surround sound system, the music set to a classic rock station. He disappeared into the house and returned with a stack of towels, which he placed on a nearby lounge chair.

Jesse tread water, watching hungrily as Trevor undid his jeans and skinned them down his legs, kicking them aside. He ambled toward him and dove cleanly into the deep end of the pool, surfacing not far from where Jesse floated.

“This is one of my favorite things to do,” Trevor said huskily. “A nighttime skinny dip, with just the stars to see.” He nodded toward the sky, and the brilliant display above. Jesse’s gut clenched in jealousy at the thought of how many of these swims Trevor must have taken with Carl.

That fucker isn’t here, is he? I am.

“Yeah? Well, the stars are gonna see me kiss you, Mr. Estes.” Jesse slowly pulled him close, suppressing a groan at the feel of Trevor sliding against him.

Trevor twined his arms around Jesse’s neck. “Oh, I hope they’ll see a lot more than kissing, Mr. Byrne.”

“Count on it.”

Despite the banter, their kiss was soft and gentle, aching in its tenderness. Jesse closed his eyes, his senses full of Trevor’s hot mouth, his silky tongue stroking his. When they broke apart, Jesse touched their foreheads together before brushing his lips over each of Trevor’s eyelids, then his nose.

“Oh, Jess. Baby...”

Trevor’s mouth wasn’t gentle this time, but firm, demanding. Jesse opened under the onslaught, little moans welling up in his throat as Trevor slanted his head to deepen it more. Before Jesse knew it, he was pressed back against the hard side of the pool, Trevor’s aroused body trapping him against it.

He let his legs float up and wrapped them around Trevor’s hips, arching into him, as he clutched onto his shoulders, giving himself up to the kiss. When he at last pulled back, Jesse’s lips were swollen and throbbing, his cock so hard it hurt.

“Sit up here,” Trevor said hoarsely, biting his lip as Jesse braced his hands on the deck and slowly lifted himself from the pool, feeling sensual and abandoned.

“Jess, you’re a work of art.” Trevor watched the play of muscles, his eyes hot and admiring. “And all mine.” Water coursed along Jesse’s skin as he perched on the edge of the pool, and he caught his breath on a moan when Trevor shoved his legs apart and bent to bury his face in his balls.

“Jesus,” Jesse hissed, the contrast of the shock of cool air on his wet skin and the scorching heat of Trevor’s mouth bringing him dangerously close to exploding. He dropped his head back as Trevor licked his way up Jesse’s shaft to the straining tip, where he traced his tongue around the ridge while tugging on his full, heavy balls. “Trevor!”

“Mmmm.” Trevor took him deep, bobbing his head in time with the strokes of his encircling fingers. Jesse leaned back on his hands, propping one heel on the edge of the pool and letting his knee fall far to the side.

The sight of his cock, slick with saliva, being serviced so thoroughly had Jesse crying out helplessly, muscles tight. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

In answer, Trevor put his hands next to Jesse’s hips and lifted himself out of the water, offering his mouth for a kiss. Jesse threaded his fingers through Trevor’s wet hair and held him still as he ravaged him, reveling in Trevor’s gasping breaths, his tiny moans.

He fell to his back on the decking, pulling Trevor with him. They sprawled there, Jesse digging his fingers into Trevor’s ass cheeks, hissing at the feel of his dick prodding his abdomen. “What do you want, Trev? Let me take care of you.”

“Come on,” Trevor panted, pushing unsteadily to his feet and holding his hand out to haul Jesse to his. He led him to an oversize padded ottoman, rooting around in the stack of towels and brandishing the bottle of lube he’d stashed in it. “I want you to take me right here.”

Jesse wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, leaning down to brush their lips together. “Condoms?”

“I have some,” Trevor whispered, “but Carl and I were monogamous. We got tested regularly and it was always negative. You?”

“No one for a long time. And I tested negative when I got out of the Army.”

His lips curving, Trevor nipped at Jesse’s throat. “So no condom? I’m comfortable with that.”

“Me, too.”

Trevor turned to kneel on the edge of the ottoman, his knees wide, back arched. For a moment Jesse could only stare, knees shaking, body screaming for release. Mindful that it’d been a while for Trevor, Jesse leaned over him to press his lips gently to the back of his neck, smiling when Trevor almost purred.

“So beautiful.” Jesse ran his hands along Trevor’s sides and down to his hips, shaping his ass cheeks in his palms and letting his fingers delve between them.

“Jesse, please.” Trevor slid his knees even farther apart in invitation, so Jesse drifted his lips down his spine, the fingertip between his cheeks teasing, rubbing, until Trevor was shifting restlessly, his hands clenched into fists.