I just found this in my "erotica" folder of writing I've either started and lost control of or finished and already posted here. I like where these chapters went so I'm posting them for you here. I cannot promise that I will continue the story, but it's possible.
The car was moving at a rapid pace and desert scenery flew by the windshield. Trevor kept his foot steady on the gas pedal as his eyes glanced to the passenger seat. Watching Matt sleep was one of Trevor’s favorite pastimes. He reached over and gave Matt’s arm a nudge as the Las Vegas skyline came into view.
“We’re almost there,” Trevor nodded to the lights of the city in front of them.
Matt checked them into their room while Trevor paced the lobby, trying to get feeling back in his car legs. He followed quietly when Matt held up the key cards and motioned the direction they were going in. The gaudiness of Caesar’s Palace never ceased to amaze Trevor. A sea of gold and red wallpaper and carpet made the hallway overwhelmingly claustrophobic. Trevor figured that was a ploy to keep guests either in their rooms ordering pay-per-view porn or in the casino gambling. Or even in the forum shops spending money on shit you can get in your own city anyway.
Matt opened the room door and held it for Trevor, simultaneously looking for a light switch. Another ploy, Trevor thought. Make sure they don’t see the room until the door is closed behind them. Matt found the light and moved further into the room. Trevor followed, passing the enormous marble bathroom and stopping in the main area, which seemed oddly smaller than the bathroom. He stopped short when he noticed something missing.
“Um,” Trevor pointed in the direction of the bed, singular. “I didn’t do this.”
“Do what?” Matt ignored Trevor’s clear indication of what he was referring to.
“I’ll call down and see if we can get a different room,” Trevor headed for the phone on the wood nightstand with gold accents and a green marble top.
Matt stepped in front of him. “Trevor. I know you didn’t ask for one bed.” He smiled. “I did.”
Trevor’s deer in the headlights reaction caused Matt’s smile to reach his eyes. He almost let out an audible laugh but he knew this was the wrong time.
“Don’t do that thing you do,” Matt put his hand on Trevor’s waist and stepped closer to him. “Just let things be.” He closed the gap further and kissed Trevor’s confused lips.
Trevor closed his eyes and let the moment drive on its own. When he felt Matt’s hand move down to his crotch area he pulled up on the reins.
“Whoa. I need. Hold on.” He stammered and headed for the cold vastness of the bathroom. He had suddenly felt like it was 100 degrees in the room.
Trevor’s mind raced. This was Matt. His longest and most salacious dream inducing desire. Matt, who is str… Trevor stepped to the toilet and took care of the pressing bladder issue he had been ignoring before returning to the room. Once again taking note that it seemed smaller than the bathroom.
“Rain.” Trevor stood against the wall just at the opening of the hallway.
“Excuse me?” Matt had taken a seat at the desk, presumably to check his email. From his…
“Rain,” Trevor pointed to himself. “Parade,” he pointed to Matt, and then the bed.
“Hm. Dumb it down for the jock?” Matt cocked his very gorgeous head like he did when he was utterly confused.
Trevor moved to the bed and sat on it Indian style. He paused to collect his thoughts properly.
“You know, that thing, ‘what happens in Vegas,’ that’s just a cute marketing slogan,” he stated. Matt’s face did not show any more signs of understanding, so he continued. “I’m not going to be your Vegas discretion,” point blank.
Matt’s realization came into view. He stood up and sat in front of Trevor on the bed. “You’re not,” he paused. “That was Charles. 3 months ago. In San Diego,” Matt looked down at his knees.
Trevor’s head was doing flip-flops and so was his stomach. “Charles!?” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, and so forcefully.
Matt looked up. “Yes. Charles. Wait what’s wrong with Charles?” He cocked his head again.
“Nothing,” Trevor’s tone was snippier than he intended. “I just, never saw that coming,” he tried to amend it.
“Saw what? Me hooking up with Charles, me hooking up with a guy, or me not hooking up with you first?” Matt’s brain worked perfectly well, when he intended it to.
Trevor’s feet were falling asleep. He stood up to stretch. “Touché,” he looked at Matt and smiled. “But also…3 months ago and you haven’t told me!” he tried to make it sound as much as a tease as he could.
“I know,” Matt said with remorse. “I know,” he said again in a different tone. “I don’t always seem like it, but I think about everything I do and make decisions based on a plan. My plan,” he paused. “For 3 months I’ve been planning this ‘parade’” he did hand quotes as he said the word. It made Trevor chuckle.
Trevor sat back down. “Tell me everything.”
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Three Months Earlier.
San Diego was packed full of comic book nerds, movie buffs, gamers, fanboys, fangirls, and everything in between. Charles was carefully guiding Matt through the crowd inside the convention center, aiming for the doors into the lighter crowds of the lobby and finally outside into fresh air and slight freedom. Matt’s entire body ached. And he didn’t know if his fingers were ever going to open properly again. Charles led him on the short walk from the madness to the quiet of their hotel room and pushed him all the way into the bathroom.
“Hammer,” Charles commanded.
Matt slowly opened his hand and let the ‘hammer of the Gods’ drop into Charles’ waiting hand. Charles set it on the counter and moved around to Matt’s back, unbuckling the straps that held his aluminum chest plate on. Matt could feel the sweat roll down his chest as the metal pulled away from him.
“Go ahead and shower, I’ll clean this off,” Charles moved to the sink.
Matt stripped down and turned on the shower, waiting for it to be steaming hot.
“Thank you for doing that,” Matt nodded to Charles who was using a wet washcloth to wipe the sweat out of the chest plate and off the handle of the hammer.
“I’ll find a way to have you repay me,” Charles grinned in Matt’s direction, sneaking a glance at his muscular frame.
Matt stepped into the shower and let the hot water relax his muscles. His mind hung on Charles’ comment. When he stepped out of the shower Charles had gone back into the room. Matt wrapped a towel around his waist and went to grab clothes out of his suitcase. Charles was lounging on one of the two double beds, flipping channels on the small hotel television.
“Fuck, there is nothing on this TV. I’m ordering porn,” Charles announced.
“You think you’re gonna find man on man action on the hotel pay-per-view channels? You’re better off going online,” Matt pointed out.
Charles pulled up the menu options and went through the selections. Matt was right, all straight porn. “Porn is porn, Matthew,” he shrugged and picked a random title. The preview didn’t interest him so he went to the next one. That one didn’t do it either. This went on for 10 minutes.
“You could have found a video online, jerked off and been covered in cum by now,” Matt quipped. He had thrown on a pair of shorts and was sitting on his double bed watching Charles go through the clips.
“Shush, it has to be just the right one,” Charles waved him of. “Oh, here we go,” he found one that looked promising.
“Do you want me to leave you alone?” Matt offered.
“I dunno, you wanna watch?” Charles asked.
“Watch you jerk off?” Matt raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I meant watch the movie but if ya know, I can give you a show if you’d like,” Charles teased.
Matt didn’t move. Charles ordered the movie and they sat silently watching the TV as an overly good-looking couple attempted to act out a scene before the good stuff started. After several torturous minutes the couple was finally out of their clothing and the bleach blonde, big-busted chick was on her knees.
“Seriously, lady, that’s not how you suck dick!” Charles yelled at the TV.
“What’s wrong with what she’s doing?” Matt asked earnestly.
“She’s not putting enough pressure with her tongue, you don’t just open your mouth and move your head back and forth, you gotta finesse it, suck, lick,” Charles was shaking his hands at the screen.
Matt laughed. “Good to know,” he muttered.
Charles caught it. “Taking notes?”
Matt looked sideways and shrugged “Wanna teach me?”
“You know all you gotta do is say when and I’ll teach you everything I know,” Charles told him.
“When,” Matt turned to face Charles.
“When what,” Charles paused, saw Matt move and caught on. “Oh, when now,” he pressed mute on the TV.
Charles slid off his bed and kneeled in front of Matt’s legs. Matt opened them to let him know he was serious. Charles moved forward and put his hands on Matt’s thighs. He felt Matt’s muscles tense up under his fingers. He let his hands slide up to the waistband of Matt’s shorts. He looked up to be sure Matt was still with this. Matt gave him an encouraging nod. Charles slipped his fingers inside the waistband and pulled Matt’s shorts down to his ankles.
Matt’s dick was semi-hard. Charles noted the beautiful untouched hair around it. He moved in closer and let his tongue graze the head before pulling the shaft in further. Matt squeezed the comforter on the bed as soon as Charles’ lips were wrapped around his cock. Charles took his time working over Matt’s dick with his lips, tongue and hands. When Matt announced he was cumming Charles opened his throat and waited for the clear and white liquid to slide down.
Matt’s heart was beating so hard he thought he was going to hyperventilate. Charles looked up at him and smiled.
“Wanna give it a try?” he asked.
Matt nodded. Charles stood up and unbuttoned his shorts. They fell to his feet. He stepped out of them and closer to Matt who tentatively reached up to palm the bulge filing Charles’ briefs. Matt pulled on the band of Charles’ underwear and freed his very hard dick.
“Tongue, cheeks, lips,” Charles told him.
Matt nodded. He took the shaft of Charles’ cock into his hand and slowly guided it to his mouth. He tried to mimick what Charles had done to him, and hoped he was getting it right. Charles seemed to be happy with what he was doing. When he announced he was cumming Matt moved back and finished him off with his hand. Cum hit his chest, hand and the floor.
Charles went in to grab a towel, wiping off his sticky cock before handing the towel to Matt to clean himself off.