The thought of no one else having ever been with Travis here had an extremely satisfying effect on Gage’s ego. And that strange possessive instinct he’d been battling lately.

“No one. Until you.” Travis said the words, but he said more with his eyes than anything. Gage understood the meaning. This hadn’t happened before, and if Gage was lucky, he’d be the only male ever to be in this bed with Travis.

 “Clothes off,” Travis stated firmly with all of that powerful energy now focused solely on Gage.

Rather than removing his own, Gage moved forward, reaching for Travis’ belt buckle and making quick work of releasing the solid metal and moving on to the button and zipper of his jeans. Within seconds, he had Travis’ cock freed, his hand stroking slowly over the smooth, heavily veined length.

Travis groaned and dropped his head back on his shoulders, his hips thrusting forward, his cock spearing against Gage’s palm. “I’ve waited to feel your hands on me again. God, yes.”

In his haste, Gage somehow managed to maneuver them toward the bed, stopping only when the back of Travis’ knees hit the mattress. He didn’t stop stroking him, but he slowed his pace, not willing to let this go too far too fast. “Lie down.” His words were clipped and laced with a frenzied craving, belying his need to go slow.

Travis tilted his head slightly to the side before lowering himself to the bed, as though accepting for now that Gage was the one in control. Gage squeezed his hand around Travis’ cock until the man was fully prone, bronze skin glowing against the deep ebony beneath it, his body vibrating as he continued to pump his hips. Once he was laid out before him, Gage allowed Travis to toe off his boots awkwardly before he rid him of his jeans, exposing even more hard planes and angles.

Once Travis was naked and sprawled on the bed, Gage took his time admiring the man’s perfect body. Gripping Travis’ erection firmly, Gage toed off his own boots, refusing to relinquish his hold on Travis because the smooth, steely length of him felt too good.

“Fuck,” Travis groaned. “Don’t ever fucking stop.”

Gage grinned, working to free himself of his jeans at the same time he stroked the velvet length of Travis’ beautiful cock, watching him writhe and moan before him. He was a sight to see, his chest heaving, his washboard abs tightening, the corded muscles in his neck straining as he fought the pleasure. Without warning, Gage leaned forward, slowly licking the thick vein on the underside of Travis’ cock with the flat of his tongue, reveling in the way his strong body came up off the bed.

Rough hands latched onto his hair, pulling him in closer as Gage sucked the swollen head between his lips.

“Sonuva…,” Travis moaned. “Mother fucking hell. Goddamn, it feels so good.”

Travis’ vulgar words spurred Gage on. As he sucked Travis fully into his mouth, he watched him up the length of his impressive chest, gripping his thighs as he stood beside the bed, slowly lowering his mouth over him, taking him as deep as he could until Travis was panting. Holding him firmly, Gage didn’t allow Travis to thrust upward, and his neck muscles screamed as he fought the pull of Travis’ hands in his hair.

He was not relinquishing control just yet.

“Goddammit!” Travis cried out. “Not yet. Fuck. Not until I’m inside you. Shit.”

Travis jack knifed up on the bed, forcing Gage to release him from his mouth at the same time he was being pulled down on top of him. A tangle of arms and legs, their bodies melded together and the heat intensified as flesh met flesh. Taut, sweaty skin slid over him as Travis flipped them so that he was hovering above him.

“Don’t make me wait. You’re fucking killing me,” Travis groaned.

Gage echoed Travis’ sentiment exactly.

No more waiting.

♂♂

When Gage had his lips wrapped around Travis’ cock, it took everything in him not to force his cock deeper, press the engorged head against the back of his throat, to hold Gage to him as he controlled the pace until his orgasm was ripped from him. How he managed to hold off, was beyond him.

Gage was a temptation Travis found he couldn’t resist. His touch, his taste, hell his fucking scent was driving him mad, and he needed to be inside of him. Right fucking now. With Gage beneath him, Travis brushed his thumb over Gage’s lower lip as their gazes collided, locked. When Gage sucked his thumb into his mouth and bit down hard enough to have him jerking above him, Travis knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

Whatever patience he’d managed to scrounge up over the last few days flew right out the window. Best of all, he wasn’t sad to see them leave.

Pulling away, he crawled to the edge of the bed, retrieving a box of condoms from his drawer and a bottle of lube. The damn condoms were testing his patience as he fought to retrieve one of the foil packets. Wasting precious time tearing the box wide open, he managed to get his hands to steady, taking one out and tossing the rest on the floor.

When he turned back to Gage, the man was smiling.

“A little impatient, are you?” Gage asked in that gritty tone that told Travis he was barely restraining his own need.

“You have no idea,” Travis mumbled, ripping the foil open with his teeth.

Before he could roll the condom over his hypersensitive cock, Gage grabbed the latex from his hands and proceeded to do the honors. Travis was pretty sure he’d need dental work when this was over for as much as he was grinding his teeth together. The warmth of Gage’s callused fingers against his skin was going to make his head explode. And he got the feeling Gage knew exactly what he was doing.

Once he was sheathed, Travis flipped open the bottle of lube, coating his cock as he stroked with a firm, almost painful grip. It was that or come right there in his fucking hand.

Gage shifted, getting ready to turn over, but Travis stopped him. “No,” he demanded. “I want you looking at me. That way you know exactly who is taking you.”

Gage fell back on the bed, spreading his legs, making room for Travis to maneuver between them and the look on his face was priceless. He hadn’t expected that.

Because he couldn’t resist the urge, Travis leaned in, sliding his tongue over the wide head of Gage’s cock, lapping the bead of moisture with slow, delicate strokes as Gage watched. He took his time, slowly torturing him with only his tongue at first. When the smirk on Gage’s face disappeared, Travis swirled his tongue around the crest, then took him deep in his mouth, stopping only when the sensitive head pressed against the back of his throat.

“Fuck.” Gage’s tortured whisper settled him.

Mission accomplished.

Travis wanted Gage to slow down. Wanted him to know that he wasn’t going to be rushed. Not this time.

With his lubed fingers, Travis slipped two inside Gage’s ass as he slowly sucked his cock to the back of his throat once again, watching the pleasure on the man’s ruggedly handsome face. He continued at a painfully slow pace, pulling him deep in his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside, then retreating. Over and over, he paced himself, enjoying the moans and jumbled words that Gage couldn’t control.

Letting Gage’s cock slip from his mouth, Travis began stroking him with his free hand while he continued to drive his fingers, first two, then three, into Gage’s tight ass. He watched, mesmerized by the broad, swollen head of Gage’s cock throbbing as Travis gripped him gently, cupping his balls with every downstroke until Gage was panting and begging.

“Quit fucking around,” Gage groaned, his words a tortured whisper as if the pleasure were consuming him. “Inside me. Travis please. I want to feel you.”

The plea in his words almost broke him. Shifting, Travis kneeled between Gage’s legs, releasing his straining erection. Travis took deep, labored breaths, willing himself to keep things slow because he didn’t want to hurt him as he pressed the head of his cock against Gage’s anus.

Focused on where they were now joined, Travis eased inside of him gently, inch by inch until the head breached the tight ring of muscles. Once he was sliding in deep, Travis leaned forward, forcing Gage’s legs up, folding him over as he planted his fists on each side of his head.

“You’re fucking tight,” Travis whispered, his mouth hovering above Gage’s. So damned perfect. He eased in deeper, retreating slowly before pushing his hips forward again. Going as slow as his urgency would allow. “So tight. And you feel so damn good.”

Gage’s fingers bit into Travis’ ass, and he was pulled forward abruptly, his cock burrowing deep and pulling a tortured moan from his chest. Awww, shit. He wasn’t going to last long. The fiery depths of Gage’s body enveloped him, stripping him of his control, forcing him to get lost in the scorching, snug confines of his body.

With their heads close together, Travis brushed his lips against Gage’s. The violent need to fuck him until neither of them could hold back was overshadowed by the yearning to make this last. Sliding his palm up Gage’s rippled abs, over the wide planes of his chest, Travis kept going until he cupped Gage’s face in one hand. He brushed his thumb over Gage’s bottom lip and then leaned closer until their lips met. At that point, the world disappeared, and sensation took over.

With measured strokes, Travis drove in deep and then retreated. Slowly. He kept up the torturous pace, fucking him deep, over and over until they were both sweating, unable to keep their mouths locked together because the need to breathe was too great. He stared down at Gage, willing the man to see deep into his soul, praying like hell that he wasn’t doing something incredibly stupid like falling for someone who would turn him away. At this point, it was too late to turn back because Travis hadn’t lied, he was all in.