Page 117 of Point of Contact

The room was silent except for the snick of a cap and the sound of a slick hand on skin, that silence then broken by Jesse’s whimper and Trevor’s guttural groan as he entered him slowly.

“So tight, baby,” Trevor forced out through clenched teeth. “So tight for me.”

Jesse pulled his knees to his chest and arched his back, his eyes squeezed shut, as Trevor opened him carefully, inch by inch, until his balls were pressed up against Jesse’s ass. Trevor let out a deep moan, the sound of his pleasure sending a thrill rocketing through Jesse.

He locked his ankles at Trevor’s back, relaxing into the long, slow thrusts. The pressure built, until Jesse found himself pleading incoherently, his head thrashing on the pillow.

Trevor’s face was tight with restraint, his jaw clenched, teeth bared. Jesse raked his fingernails down Trevor’s flexing back, planting his feet on the bed and lifting his hips into the strokes. Suddenly Trevor slowed, and he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down into Jesse’s eyes.

“I love you,” he said huskily. “So fucking much.”

The quiet words were Jesse’s undoing. He buried his face in Trevor’s neck and wrapped his arms and legs around him, aware of Trevor’s long, drawn-out groan as he shuddered against him, the feel of his cock throbbing deep inside him sending Jesse’s orgasm sweeping over him in a flaming rush. His warmth flooded the space between them as he fought for air, heart thundering. They wallowed together, awareness returning slowly, until at last Trevor rolled off of him, sliding from his body in a rush of wetness. He wrapped him up close.

Jesse pressed a kiss to Trevor’s sweaty temple. “Love you, too, by the way.”

“Mmm.” Trevor stretched luxuriously. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

“I’ll never get tired of saying it.” Jesse paused. “As a matter of fact, I’m saying a lot of things these days.”

Trevor looked mystified, so Jesse told him about coming out to his Army buddies, glossing over their individual reactions but letting Trevor know it had gone well for the most part.

“That’s amazing,” Trevor said, his eyes warm with happiness and pride. “I know that can’t have been easy.”

“It wasn’t,” Jesse admitted, “but I’m not going to live my life in the closet anymore, not with anyone.” He took a deep breath. “So. I want you to meet them, and I want to meet your friends, too.”

Trevor’s lips parted soundlessly, and then he croaked, “I’d like that, Jess. A lot.”

They cuddled together, kissing, until Jesse couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore and slid helplessly into sleep, exhausted from his trip.

When he woke again the sunlight was streaming into the room, and Trevor’s side of the bed was empty. With a groan Jesse pushed to his feet and rooted on the floor for his discarded underwear, pulling them up his legs as he stumbled to the kitchen in search of coffee.

Trevor was in front of the stove, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs that molded the luscious globes of his ass. Jesse stalked up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist, and he nuzzled the side of Trevor’s throat, biting down into the junction of neck and shoulder as he growled, “Who’s this? The sexy man of my dreams, looking oh so fuckable while he makes me breakfast? God, how did I get so lucky?”

Jesse tilted his chin up to give him a gentle kiss before moving away to sit at the island. He drank his coffee and ate his omelet, shooing Trevor firmly from the kitchen when they were done and making short work of the cleanup.

After that he took a hot shower and dressed in some loose jeans and a T-shirt, wandering in search of Trevor, intending to ask him how his week had gone. As he drew closer to Trevor’s office, he could see him on the phone, conducting what sounded like a business call. Stopping short of disturbing him, Jesse turned away, noticing idly that for some reason the hallway seemed more brightly lit than usual. He glanced again, shock rocketing through him at the sight of the door to Riley’s room standing wide-open, sunlight streaming from it.

He strode that direction. The room was empty, and had been completely redone. Instead of the carpet he remembered, the floor was now a gleaming hardwood, and the walls had been repainted from a uniform sage green to a light blue above the chair rail, chocolate brown below.

Jesse fell against the doorjamb in disbelief. Why the fuck would Trevor have put himself through this alone? He couldn’t even begin to fathom how hard it must have been for him, and tears sprang to his eyes. Jesus. Why hadn’t he waited?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Thanks, Harry. I’ll be in touch.”

Trevor hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, smiling in satisfaction. Another old client willing to come back into the fold, and one that promised to bring lots of work with him. It was certainly true, what the old maxim said, “It never hurts to ask.”

“Trev?” Jesse’s voice in the doorway sounded strange, and Trevor looked up to see that he was pale.

“What is it?” Alarmed, Trevor rose from his chair to hurry to him. “Jesse?”

“Riley’s room. What—how—”

Oh, shit. He hadn’t thought to mention it earlier that morning, and it must have been an unbelievable shock for Jesse to stumble upon the redecorated room like that after all the anguish it had caused them both.

Trevor put his hand on Jesse’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I should have told you what I was planning.”

Taking a deep breath, Jesse blew it out slowly. “But when did you do it? I mean, obviously while I was gone, but why didn’t you wait until I got back?”