Free Love, Hypothetically[Theta Alpha Gamma 02 ] by Anne Tenino Page B

naked.
“Let me make love to you?”
Paul hesitated, even though he already knew the answer. He reached to touch the skin of Trevor’s chest. “Okay.”
Trevor ravaged him. He panted in Paul’s ear and nipped along his jawline, then under it on Paul’s throat. Paul craned his neck to get Trevor’s teeth just where he needed them. Trevor was all over him, like a genie had granted Trevor three wishes and all of them were Paul.
Trevor tried to undress him, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing Paul’s neck long enough get his shirt off. “Can I rip it?” he panted against Paul’s skin.
“What? No. Just,” Paul pushed on Trevor’s shoulders a second, then let his hands glide across Trevor’s muscles, thumbs tracing his clavicles. Trevor finally sat back, looking at him. “Let me do it,” Paul said.
Trevor swallowed. That looked like some kind of answer.
Paul hesitated. “Someone could see us.”
“I don’t care,” Trevor said.
Possibly the most romantic words ever spoken from one lover to another. Certainly the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to him. He pulled his shirt off. “I don’t care, either.” Then he wrapped his arms around Trevor and pulled him close, until they were chest to chest, and rubbed against him.
“Fuck, I love your chest hair,” Trevor moaned, working his fingers between them to tease Paul’s nipples, making him moan in turn. He gave up on holding back and wrapped his legs around Trevor’s waist, knocking something over with his foot, grinding against him. Paul could feel him trapped behind their clothes and he pressed and rocked their dicks together, sliding around and aching to be skin to skin, but it felt way too good to stop right this second. In a little bit, he’d pause to unzip Trevor’s fly, reach in to feel all the heat trapped in there and under Trevor’s skin, then wrap fingers around him and make him crazy by stroking him slowly until he begged.
“Paul, don’t. Wait, I need to—”
“I don’t want to stop.” He cupped Trevor’s jaw and kissed him, using the motion of his body to drive his tongue. Every time he slid it along Trevor’s, he swore he could feel it on his cock. “Just a minute or two,” he panted.
Trevor groaned and gripped his ass, squeezing him until Paul pushed back into his fingers. “’Kay,” Trevor gasped.
“Then you can make love to me.”
“Oh fuck,” Trevor panted.
Paul leaned down to Trevor’s ear and sucked on his lobe. “I want you inside me.”
Trevor’s hands clenched on his cheeks, as if he were trying to get Paul to stop moving. “Shit. You gotta—fuck!” Then he was kissing Paul desperately and Paul could feel the strength of his muscle contractions even through their clothes. He reached down and gripped Trevor, trying to figure out what was where fast enough to help him out, make sure it was good for him if he was going to go ahead and come. Paul felt wet heat under his palm, so he pressed in with the heel of his hand and rubbed. Trevor jerked and moaned in his mouth.
Finally Trevor unbent his fingers and reached for Paul’s wrist to stop him, then pulled out of their kiss. He kept his eyes closed. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I didn’t even come in my pants when we were in high school.” He hid his head in the crook of Paul’s neck. “I just wanted you so much,” he whispered.
Paul’s heart melted as he stroked Trevor’s hair, even his thinning spot. Really, he kind of liked that spot. “I’ll kill you if you ever tell anyone I said this, but that was possibly the most flattering thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
Trevor laughed briefly, but didn’t move. “Coming too soon is flattering?” Paul nodded. Trevor sighed. “I’m not likely to tell anyone I came prematurely, so I’m pretty sure I can guarantee I won’t say anything about your reaction.”
Paul kissed the side of his head and held him tighter.
“I want to come inside you,” Trevor whispered so softly Paul could’ve pretended