Taste of This 7-11

Rating: NC-17, Disclaimer: The stories are works of fiction and DO NOT in any way reflect the real lives, sexual preferences, or personalities of the characters.

Thomas drives this time and at the request of Joanne I stretch out in the backseat. Ronnie sits next to Thomas and hooks his arm over the seat. "Is your actual mother like that too?"

"Damn. Now I'm kind of really wishing I'd been billeted." Ronnie takes a piece of cake and takes a bite, passing me one when I stick my hand out.

"I don't want to be within a thirty kilometer radius when you two explode." Thomas shakes his head.

Ronnie just laughs and takes another bite. "You really don't have to lie down ya know Trev, she can't see you anymore."

Turning the radio up Ronnie sings along to a Madonna song while Thomas and I cringe. Remember when I said that sometimes Ronnie seems years older than I am? This isn't one of those times. Right about now he definitely only seems the year older than Thomas that he is, if not younger than that.

We're just about home when Thomas swears and the car swerves. We miss going in to the ditch but managing to get off the road. The front end of the car has dropped several inches so I'm guessing we have a blow out.

And just for fun it's started to rain. The three of us get out but Thomas and Ronnie both push me back inside. I'm for once taking advantage of an injury, cause they are already soaked through and it's nice and dry in here. They get the tire changed fairly quickly and are back inside.

Thomas cranks the heat and he and Ronnie sit a little closer than they were before. When I lean over the seat I can feel the cold air coming off them, even the heat isn't going to help. "You two need to get in the shower when we get back."

When we get home Ronnie is polite and offers Thomas first dibs but Thomas shakes his head. "No way, go on and I'll go after." we go into my room to wait.

"Okay off with those clothes right now." I already want to be out of mine and I only got slightly damp.

"Yes sir." Thomas salutes and peels his sweater off. The jeans come next and suddenly I'm not chilly at all anymore, my eyes roam over his ass and legs as every inch is exposed. He turns around fully naked and my mouth goes dry. I am shocked every time I see him just how fucking incredibly gorgeous he is.

His body is all muscle but not really bulging with them, its all lean muscle under tanned skin, and just the right amount of hair. There isn't anything about him that I don't think is fantastic. Yeah, yeah in deep. I know it.

Just exactly how much I think he looks good is evident when I take of my pants. Thomas grins and gives me the same kind of look I just gave him. And thankfully his body reacts in the same way.

Thomas' skin is so damn cold when I hug him. Even though our cock heads brush together and mine stiffens a little more as it rubs against his, no matter how good that feels, the fact that he's so cold is what registers most with me. I grab a pair of pajama pants and toss Thomas a pair as well.

He takes them and pulls me in for a hug. I press as close to him as I can and rub my hands along his back, already feeling him warm up a little as he melts against me. Neither of us has gotten redressed but when the water shuts off across the hall we grab towels and wrap them around our waists.

Ronnie steps out of the bathroom with a puff of steam. "Its all yours." he leans in my doorway and calls out to Thomas. "The water's nice and hot dude." Ronnie rubs his hands over his arms and grins. Not only does he have on flannel pants but a thick sweatshirt as well.

Thomas thanks him and heads for the bathroom and Ronnie smiles and says he's going to watch TV. Before Ronnie is even down the hallway Thomas pokes his head outside the bathroom door and grins at me. All I can hear as I step inside is Ronnie chuckle.

The water is on and Thomas' towel is gone when I get inside the bathroom. He pulls me in for another kiss and then he gets in the shower. I don't linger long before I hop in behind him. The water is a little hotter than I usually have it but at the same time I kind of like it.

Thomas turns and hugs me; our lips press together while our cock heads become reacquainted. I don't wait for him to make the first move, instead I reach between us and take grasp his shaft and mine, pressing them closer together.

He gives me a long look and winces when he sees my ribs, in the last few hours the bruises have gotten a lot bigger and darker. "Fucking Doug Gilmour." he kneels down and softly licks every inch of bruising.

I wince. Not from the pain, but the mental picture that his words conjure up. "Never say fucking and Gilmour in the same sentence."

Thomas grins up at me and then bursts into laughter. "Not exactly the kind of image that you need right now huh?"

"Does it make me a big baby if I say eww here?" I pull him up and kiss him again.

Giggling, Thomas shakes his head. "Nah babe, but I don't agree with ya on this one. Definitely not a fantasy we share this time."

"Yeah he's kinda sexy, well I don't think so anymore. Fuck, after watching him trying to make you into a shiskebab my only feelings are that I'd like to smash his stupid fucking face in." Thomas' eyes meet mine and I see the truth in those words.

And feel a jolt of almost electric current run through my body. All jokes about Fleury aside, I know I could handle Gilmour, but still I love the idea of him wanting to kick someone's ass for me.

"Yeah? I'd rather see you kick his ass, cause frankly the idea of you and him rolling around together does nothing for me."

Thomas reaches between us and tugs on my dick. "Doesn't feel like nothing to me."

"Shut up." Jeez you share a few fantasies and this is what you get in return.

"Well then I guess if we want to share a mutual fantasy we'll have to go with Mess, Coffey or Hull." When Thomas says Hull he licks my bottom lip then sucks on it.

Wrapping my arms around Thomas' waist I push until he's flat against the wall and attack his lips until mine feel numb. "What kind of fantasy did you have in mind?"

"One where I get to watch you fuck him, then have you jerk off while he fucks me." Thomas' voice is almost a growl in my ear.

Okay my boyfriend just told me he wants to have sex with another guy when we haven't even had sex yet and oddly I don't feel anything but even more turned on than I already was.

Thomas looks up sharply. "Really? I mean I don't mean that I don't want that more than you. I don't at all. It's just that he's just so..."

I nibble on his bottom lip and grin. "Cool that you're in lust with Hull."

"You think you're so damn smug now huh Trevor?" Thomas grabs my waist and pushes trying to reverse our positions but despite being surprised today I'm not exactly a lightweight. Thomas is stronger than I am but I can hold my own. Besides with all the training I do I have more stamina. We stay exactly the same way that we are.

Reaching between us again I grasp both our dicks and squeeze them together. Thomas groans and closes his hand over mine. Our hands move in unison, stroking while we whisper things about how good it feels, well things like that mixed with lots of swearing and grunting.

Since he's the once that's supposed to be warming up, Thomas is under the spray a lot more than I am. But I'm still sopping wet. Thomas arches his head back and the water rebounds off his face and slides down his chin, some of the spray splashing me on the face as well.

He licks his lips, then kisses me. It's different this time. I mean I've been with him naked before, I've even showered with him before. But standing here right now, having been so honest and open with him about fantasies. Knowing that I'm finally going to have sex, that I'm finally ready to have sex I feel a lot closer to him than the other times we've been together.

Nothing about Thomas is cold anymore. His skin is warm; his breath is warm against my face, my neck and my chest. His skin is pressing with mine, hot slick and his dick sliding along mine in my hand is so hot I'm surprised my hand's not scalded.

I'm getting close and from the way Thomas is gripping me, like he'll fall down if he lets go, and the way he's biting and sucking on my shoulder he's getting there too. "Fuck Trevor." he bites down on my ear. "Want you so much."

I nod, unable to say the words back, I grip his neck and crush my lips to his. Thomas' mouth muffles my shout as I come and he follows me a few seconds later. As much as I want to move from here to my room, I don't want to let go of him.

My arm slides down his back and I pull him closer to me. When his lips meet mine the words that I wanted to say suddenly come freely. "I want you Thomas."

"Yeah." I take his face between my hands and we kiss again. "Want you inside me."

Thomas makes a noise that can only be called a squeak and reaches behind him to turn off the water. I can barely dry off for watching him. He slides the towel over his thighs and looks up catching me watching him and grins.

Since he's pretty much dried off he grabs my towel from me and finishes me off as well. Our hands come together, our fingers twining as Thomas peeks out into the hallway and we dart across to my room without getting dressed.

Music is coming from downstairs a little louder then usual; I'm glad that Ronnie is giving us some extra privacy. I know that if he was in his room he could hear a little cause I can hear him and his girl of the moment. But I also know that even if he had of gone to bed Ronnie wouldn't really care if he could hear or not.

With the way I feel right now I wouldn't care either. It'd just be one more thing for Ronnie to bug me about. Hell, it would save him time in having to go digging for shit to tease me about.

I kick my bedroom door closed and Thomas has me backed up against it. He's hard again; his cock is grinding against my thigh as we kiss. Running my hands down Thomas' back I grasp his firm ass cheeks in my hands, pushing back until his knees collide with the bed and we tumble onto it.

"Eager?" Thomas laughs and kisses me, running his fingers through my hair.

My fingers are in his hair as well, his inky black curls coiling around my fingers, his lips parting on a moan when I scrape my fingernails along his scalp. "Very."

"Me too." his voice cracks and his cheeks turn a little pink when he kisses me again. I don't think its embarrassment though; my cheeks feel hot too.

I landed on top and I kiss Thomas' neck, trailing my lips along his shoulder and arms. His bicep muscles twitch as I lick along the skin covering them. I keep going all the way down to his hand, taking each finger into my mouth and sucking on it.

Thomas stays mostly still letting me explore as much as I want to. I love doing this. I love when he lays back and lets me tease and lick and bite and taste him and his only response is to tell me how good it feels. I have no issues about comfort with Thomas, physically or otherwise.

Being with him like this is what I want, what it feels like I've been waiting my whole life for. Its not this situation I was waiting for to make it feel right. It was him. It was Thomas.

The whole while I'm exploring his body, his hands are following the path my mouth has taken. Thomas plucks at his nipples, rubs his abs, grasps his cock and strokes it while I lick around the base. His balls tighten up against my chin and I take them in my mouth.

Strong hands pull at my shoulders and our lips meet again. Thomas flips me over as if I weighed nothing rather than almost two hundred pounds. I'm crushed between him and the bed and I love it. The softness of the blankets and mattress against my back and his hard, slick body on top of me are a perfect contrast.

Thomas' lips do some exploring of their own and I shiver as they touch places on my body that I had no idea could be so pleasure inducing. I jump and moan when he licks the inside of my elbow for God sake.

When he starts licking my nipples I'm sure I could come just from that. I feel almost like I've been plugged in or something. He licks and sucks and even bites and I just vibrate underneath him.

But again I like it. There isn't one place on me that Thomas touches that doesn't bring me one step closer to coming again. His lips are on my thighs licking, sucking even biting a little. I spread my legs wider totally offering myself to him without even realizing that I've done it until he slides back up my body and leans his forehead against mine. "So gorgeous."

I think I just snorted. Whatever it was it wasn't particularly romantic sounding. "Yeah right, you're the one that's beautiful. I look like my face was put through a meat grinder."

Thomas kisses the cut above my eye and then so light I can barely feel it he kisses every bruise that's on my face. I arch my head back and he changes to licking the bruise on my cheekbone all the way over to my ear and beyond.

"Nope you're definitely gorgeous. Bruises and all." Thomas bites on my bottom lip and grins. I open my mouth to say something back but only end up kissing him.

He deepens the kiss and I lift my legs enough so I can wrap one around his, my heel rubs against Thomas' calf and he thrusts his hips against mine. When I put both my legs around his Thomas kisses me and whispers. "Trev are you sure you want me to... cause I don't mind..."

I don't even let him finish that. "Yes." I take his face in my hands. "Yes I'm sure I want you inside me. More than sure." I have no hesitation, no fear, no nothing but me wanting him.

"I..." Thomas takes a deep breath and kisses me softly. "I... I want you too." he leans his head against mine and closes his eyes. My breath is so jerky right now I could pass out but I take a deep breath and press my lips to his.

My lips are starting to hurt a little but I don't care I just kiss him harder. My teeth knock together with his and our tongues twine together but I still want more. As though he knows that my lips are sore, or probably because his are as well Thomas sucks on my bottom lip and licks along my lips up to my nose.

He laughs and gives me a quick hug when I laugh too, then he rolls off me. Rolling onto my side I watch him walk across the room to my dresser and grab a bottle of lube from off of there as well as some condoms.

Instead of rolling back to my back I get on my stomach and moan when he slides up my back, his dick is hard between my thighs, sliding slickly between my ass cheeks while he licks behind my ear. When he stops moving his hips I groan. "What?" Thomas asks.

Even though I laugh at the mental picture I turn my head more and growl. "Hey I don't only think about food."

"No. Come on hockey is way up on my list of priorities." I stick my tongue out, laughing when he tries to grab it.

Thomas hasn't stopped moving his hips, and it feels so fucking good I might come before we even get started. "I hope I fall somewhere in the top five at least?" he whispers against my ear.

"Yeah I think I can squeeze you in at number four." I break off into helpless laughter when Thomas rubs his stubble across the back of my neck. Damn me for being so ticklish.

He jabs his hips a little harder. I can feel every inch of his dick against me and I shiver when he whispers through his laughter. "I'll take it but I got to know what number three is."

"Yeah that's pretty damn high up on my list right about now too." he snickers. I'm kind of surprised by how much fun I'm having. I mean its not like once I knew I was ready to have sex with Thomas that I was dreading it, but I was expecting to be nervous and unsure and I don't know weird.

I'm not though. And it's not weird at all. It's fun and hot and fucking incredible. I turn my head for a quick kiss and then Thomas moves from my lips and licks the back of my neck.

Licks and bites and whispers things that make my cock jump and twitch against the blanket. I hear the cap of the bottle flip open and then a slightly squishy noise and Thomas' cock moves from between my legs. His lips trail down my back all the way down until they're at my ass.

When he gets there instead of backing off he does the hottest thing ever. He licks all the way down to the back of my balls. Then up again. I moan so loud that I'm surprised Ronnie's not at the door to check on me.

Thomas chuckles. "You like that huh?" he does it again, this time licking around my pucker a little longer, the tip of his tongue flickering inside.

"Fu... fuck yeah." I stammer, spreading my legs a little more. Holy fuck this is amazing. I can't wait to do it to him.

A slick finger slides inside me and Thomas' lips tease my dick before beginning a slow climb up my back. When they get to the back of my neck I turn my head again and we kiss. I can taste me on him, not just the bit of pre cum that's in his mouth but all of me. My sweat, my dick, my ass, just me combined with his own flavour.

As much as I liked his tongue inside me and as much as I want mine inside him I kind of thought that I'd be kind of turned off from kissing him afterward, but I'm not. All that's on his tongue is me... and him. How could I not love that?

We twist around until I'm flat on my back and he's on top of me again. My legs are spread wide enough so that Thomas is lying between them comfortably. Thomas' hand is still between my legs, he works his finger back inside me and I press against it.

Oh yeah telling him might be an idea here. But apparently Thomas can read my body language well enough to already know. Another finger joins the first and yeah it's a tight fit but it still feels good.

I don't recall ever having felt like this before. I'm calm and nervous and excited and relaxed all at the same time. All I know for sure about how I feel is that I want it to continue.

My fingers are digging into Thomas' shoulders so hard that they ache, I can only image how his shoulders feel. I don't let go though, I grip tighter and he kisses me until I can barely breathe. But hey I let go of him.

Thomas' fingers slip out of me and I moan at the loss. "Ouch." Thomas whispers in my ear. "You're not going to be the only one with bruises tomorrow." he grins and kisses my cheekbone again.

"Then shut up." When I stick my tongue out this time he catches it between his fingers and grins. Thomas' tongue replaces his fingers and he sucks my tongue into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape over it, making me shiver. "Or you know do whatever you want."

We kiss for a while more, our cocks rubbing together, mashed between our stomachs. "Thomas." God I'm panting.

Have I mentioned that getting him and Ronnie to bond was a bad thing. No? Well it was. I'm cursed with interrupters.

Curling my fingers around the back of his neck I pull his face as close to mine as I can. "I need you inside me right now."

He holds back a second then starts to laugh, oh he's not making any noise but he's laughing. "S... sorry." he sits up and grabs a condom, squirting more lube into his hand, into his shaking hand.

"No it's not that." Thomas opens the package and moans when I take the rubber from him and roll it on his lubed cock. "I'm just..."

"Nervous?" I hadn't really thought of him as being nervous too, that's not the right word for what I feel but it's as close as I can come to it.

Thomas shakes his head no but says he is a little bit. It's nice to know he's having as much luck putting a finger on what he's feeling as I am.

I pour some lube onto my fingers and stroke them over his shaft, making sure its wet enough. Thomas arches against my hand then pulls it back. "I've got almost no control left as it is Trev. Don't make me come yet." he gently pushes me back and slides between my legs again.

Our lips press together and I can feel the pressure of his cock nudging inside of me. A small whimper slips from me and Thomas stops for a second. "Push out a little and it'll be easier." he whispers. I do and it helps.

Thomas goes slowly, it's still not pain free, but it's not as bad as I'd been expecting it to be. Not nearly as bad His cock is defiantly bigger than his fingers but it feels good.

Good? Fuck, it feels amazing. I wiggle my hips and Thomas groans against my neck, a shudder running through his body. "Jesus, don't move just yet." he pants, biting his bottom lip. From the way he's breathing Thomas really is like a step away from coming.

Me giving Thomas a reassuring kiss is a little different than I'd expected this to go but it works. Just having him all the way inside me is good for right now. If in a few seconds he's not ready to move I am going to explode though.

Catching my lips in a slow soft kiss Thomas pulls back just slightly and thrusts forward. Every time he moves I move too until both of us find a rhythm that works. His cock nudges against my prostate and I scream.

Like actually scream. Really loud. Holy hell, his fingers against my prostate was good but his cock against it is... is... is... just fuck.

Thomas presses his lips to mine and we both lay still for a second trying not to laugh and listening to see if Ronnie is going to knock at the door. "You don't need to stroke my ego anymore than you already do ya know." Thomas kisses me.

I don't say anything back, just kiss him and press my hips down, wrapping my legs around Thomas' waist. He starts thrusting, harder now. Just about every movement has him against my prostate again and I bite my lip to keep quiet. It doesn't work that well, but Thomas isn't exactly being quiet either.

The fullness of his cock is so different than even his fingers were, bigger, longer, flat out better. Thomas barely touches my cock and I shoot, spurting in long bursts against both our stomachs.

Thomas grasps both my hands and slams his hips forward, his body shaking against me as he comes. That didn't exactly last long but damn it was the best couple of minutes I've ever spent.

We lie there completely silent and almost still. Both of us are still shaking a little and our fingers are twining together but other than that we haven't moved.

This was amazing. I don't feel weird. I don't feel odd. Lying here with Thomas right now I feel so freaking happy I could explode.

And aside from the fact that it was fucking fantastic it was fun too. Thomas put me so at ease that aside from having a small bout of nerves I didn't really have time to be scared.

Thomas speaks first, his words slightly muffled against my neck. "You okay?"

"God, more than okay." I kiss his forehead. Without both of us moving it's the only place I can reach. "It was fucking fantastic."

"Yeah, it really was." he moves so that our heads press together, our lips barely apart while he slides out of me. His cum spills against my legs when he takes the condom off. He has to move for a bit while he ties it off and tosses it in the garbage but then he's back on top of me.

We kiss a while more, my mouth is definitely going to be sore tomorrow but its worth it, by the time we pull back my dick is starting to stir again and Thomas moves so that his hip rubs against it.

I move my legs, liking the way his cum combined with our sweat makes our skin run together so slick, almost slippery. "It was." I kiss him again. "That doesn't mean that I don't want to be inside you too at some point."

"Hell yeah." Thomas laughs when I roll so that we're side by side. His dick is slick with cum so my hand slides easily along the thick shaft.

That I know of anyway, Thomas isn't partially undressed in front of cameras on a regular basis like I am. So I don't need to be quite as careful with leaving hickeys. He rolls onto his back and still stroking his cock I lick my way down over his chest and stomach, leaving a small red mark on his hip when I get there.

Thomas groans when I continue licking and sucking, pressing kisses to his thighs. "You know that was just inside your ass." Thomas cocks an eyebrow when I lick along the side of his cock.

"So was your tongue and I still kissed you." I remind him. "And besides you were wearing a rubber." I lift my head and grin.

Thomas presses his palm against my forehead and pushes me back down. "Good point. Carry on."

For this to be a little more comfy I slide off the bed and pull Thomas to the edge. His legs widen, and I nudge my nose against his balls inhaling the musky odor before laving my tongue over them. A long shiver runs through Thomas when I move to lick behind them and I can't help but shiver too.

The fact that what I'm doing is affecting him so strongly is killing me, especially since I don't really have a clue what I'm doing. I'm just doing what feels right to do but it seems to be working for him and its certainly working for me.

There is just the lightest dusting of hair brushing against my cheeks when I go lower and work my way between his ass cheeks. The taste of the smooth skin is nothing like what I was expecting. It's... it's... well its really fucking good.

Not that I expected it to be bad but its still better than I was expecting it to be. Kind of musky and manly and sweaty and Thomas. Yeah that's what it is. It tastes like him. I flicker my tongue over his tight pucker and Thomas shivers again.

"Fuck." Thomas' voice is a shade lower than a full on scream when the tip of my tongue delves inside him and I lick around the rim of muscles. "Is... is that what that feels like?" his words come a little quieter now.

"If you mean mind blowingly fantastic then yeah that's what it feels like." I lift my head up enough to look at Thomas and give his dick another kiss while I'm there. Thomas nods enthusiastically at my explanation of what it felt like. Wait a minute. "You've never had anyone..."

"Nope, and damn." Tomas sits up and takes hold of my chin. He bites my bottom lip before covering both of mine with his lips. "I never did it to anyone before tonight either." I've mentioned how much I love that we're both kind of in the same boat here right? We kiss a little more then I go back between his legs.

It's amazing to think that my dicks going to fit in here when one finger is a tight squeeze. Even with lube it takes a bit of work to get it all the way in. Once it's inside him though, its like Thomas opens up and my second finger just slips in easy as hell.

I keep on licking around the hole even while I finger him, the lube doesn't taste so great but Thomas makes up for it by tasting delicious. Pulling back a little I leave a red mark on each of his ass cheeks and grin. He's not even going to see these in the mirror; no one is going to see them but me. I like that a lot.

Chuckling a little, Thomas tosses a condom down at me. "Uh Trev not that I'm complaining or anything... no wait it was... I mean I don't mean to rush you or anything..." he breaks down into laughter then chokes and coughs.

"I really want you inside me. I swear I'm not joking now Trev I need you." Thomas shifts up the bed a little, he's still sideways on the bed so his legs hang off but now I can lie on him without either one of us breaking something.

My hands shake while I coat my cock with lube and slide a rubber on, slicking that up as well. The last big glob of gel on my fingers I push inside Thomas, with that and what's already inside him he'll definitely be okay.

Pressing my cock against his ass I push forward a little but nothing happens. It just kinda slips up his crack and stays between his cheeks. Thomas bites on his bottom lip and grabs my hand. "Guide it a little Trev."

Well fuck, at least he didn't laugh. I can tell he wants to but he's doing an admirable job of keeping it inside. I grab my shaft just below the head and press it directly to his hole, it stretches a little but I'm not even a tiny bit inside him yet.

"You got to press harder... make it stretch." Thomas groans, his legs widening a little more.

Seeing this on screen is a fuck of a lot different than actually doing it. Those guys just pump their hips and bang they're in. Ha, ha, fucking ha.

I bite on the tip of my tongue and before I can move Thomas laughs. Okay to be fair, not laughs exactly it was more like a hysterical sort of yelp. "Sorry... shit but you look so studious, like you're trying to figure out some kind of problem."

I could be offended that he laughed at me but hell, I'm about a second from laughing myself. Its either laugh or cry right? "Because I am." I lean down to kiss him. "Trying to figure out some kind of problem."

Thomas takes a deep breath and sucks on my bottom lip. "You'll be fine, just try it again."

I press forward harder and Thomas opens up and I finally start to slip inside. Once I break past the initial ring its easy sailing, with the force I lunged my hips forward with I'm half way buried in him before Thomas' breath catches in his throat on a little cry and I stop.

"Its okay just go slower." he smiles and lays his hands on his stomach and slides one of them up to rub along mine.

Press harder, guide it with your hands, go slow. Jeez there needs to be a manual for this. If there was lord knows I'd have memorized it by now instead of making a fool of my self.

Thomas grabs my bottom lip and pulls me down so I'm lying full on top of him, I sink a couple of more inches inside of him too which makes us both moan. "I said it was okay. You feel amazing inside me."

"Does it look like I'm hurt?" Thomas kisses me and spreads his legs a little wider. My balls nestle against his and my vision goes kinda hazy.

My dick inside Thomas' mouth is hot as hell, in his hand is amazing but inside his ass is fucking phenomenal. My dick is being surrounded from base to tip with strong muscles that are like gripping it, keeping it inside him. When I start to move they grip tighter almost making it hard for me to slide out but then they relax enough to welcome me back inside.

Thomas lifts his hips, meeting my thrusts and our bodies make a wet slapping noise as we collide together. His cock is throbbing and tensing in my hand. As good as this feels my ribs do hurt a little and I must wince or something because Thomas presses his hand between us and holds it against my bruised ribs.

"Are your ribs going to be okay?" Thomas can barely get the words out his breathing is so unsteady as he stops moving and feels around my ribs with his slightly shaky fingers.

Yeah ya know if this was going to last more than about two minutes I might have issues with my ribs but I'm worrying at this point that I'm going to thrust one more time and that's going to be that. "I don't think its going to take long enough to matter."

Taking my face in his hands Thomas kisses me again and we both chuckle. "Yeah like I went all night. And in case you didn't notice I'm kinda hanging on by my fingernails here too." he snorts and slaps my ass, pumping his hips up.

He's right, him on top was quick but it was awesome. Who cares about how long we can go for right now? Its not as though this is going to be it.

Pulling my hips back I slam forward a little harder than I'd intended to but Thomas moans and meets the thrust so it mustn't have hurt him. I stroke his cock in the same pace that I'm thrusting my hips and it's swelling and throbbing so much I know he's going to shoot.

Even though I'd wanted to wait until he came I can't, my hips press forward and I shake against Thomas for a few seconds before his cum jets between us. My lips are against his and we're not really kissing, more like just breathing into each other's mouths.

It takes me a good five minutes before I can move to slide out of him. Even as I do his muscles grip at my cock and we both moan when I'm all the way out. I get rid of the rubber and flop back down on the bed. Most of Thomas' cum is on me and I run my fingers through it, smearing it into my skin.

Thomas licks my fingers and then my stomach until it's clean and lies next to me again. We don't say anything; we just lie face to face and stare at each other, kissing carefully since both our mouths are so sore by now.

He yawns and leans his head against my shoulder then when I squeak rolls over me and leans on the side that isn't bruised. Thomas' hand rests against my sore ribs and he kisses my neck. I wrap my arms around him as well and lean my chin against his head.

"Night Trev." Thomas grins, I can tell by the way his mouth moves against my chest. He brings his leg up over top of mine, and his cock is wet against my hip. We're going to be one hell of a mess by morning.

I could care less about the mess. "G'night." I grin too and hug him closer.

My alarm clock goes off way the hell too early. I roll over and wince; thank God I don't have a game or practice today. I've got all day to do nothing.

Last night we finished up the best thing I've ever done with saying good night and falling asleep but we only slept maybe a half-hour. After that first time we kept on waking up and having sex and going back to sleep about... hell, I lost track of how many times.

Not to mention the hour we spent talking at about three am. I don't think I've ever been that honest and open with anyone. We talked about stuff that I've never even said out loud or barely admitted to myself let alone talked to another person about.

Stuff like the future, our goals in life, and our dreams. The fact I want him to be a part of my future. Sure we probably should have had that conversation before we took that next step of having sex but we were both on the same page when we did talk so the time line hardly matters now.

Lying with Thomas' head on my shoulder, his heart beating against my chest, his fingers pressed against my skin I came very close to admitting those three words I thought I might have been feeling earlier. Nah, that's not fair, I know I'm feeling them. Instead I'd kissed Thomas and fallen asleep.

I think we only finally fell asleep, for good, like two hours ago. I might have not had sex in eighteen years but I made up for at least a full years worth last night I'm sure. But like I said I can relax all day and even if I couldn't its worth it.

Thomas groans and rolls on top of me. The dried cum on his stomach scratches mine. "Is it really morning already?" he's not so lucky and has class this morning, which explains why we're so rudely awakened so bright and early this morning.

"It was already morning the last time you fucked me." I remind him and he sighs.

Even though we're both hard I don't think either one of us is up for another go round. I think that if I touched my dick right now I'd break it.

And besides that Thomas has school in an hour and a half. He turns off the clock and kisses me. The traces of cum we both have in our mouth doesn't taste so great after a few hours but I don't care, I kiss him back until he rolls off me.

"You're going to have to borrow clothes again." I sit up and look at the pile of our dirty clothes on the floor.

"Thanks. Thomas rummages through the drawers and pulls out underwear, socks and a pair of jeans.

"You could bring some clothes to keep here for when you stay overnight from now on. Not that you need to stay overnight all the time but when you want to. I mean I want you to too but..."

"I'd like to stay overnight again Trevor, shut up before you sprain your tongue." Thomas grins.

I get up and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing the back of his neck. I glance at us in the mirror on the back of my door and smile. We both look so messy and stained and disheveled. He does have really light bruises on his shoulder; I press a soft kiss to each shoulder.

"You sure?" he turns so we're face to face, his lips nuzzling against mine.

"Of course." I open my mouth to say more but he kisses me and whatever I was going to say is forgotten easily as Thomas rubs my nipples then gives each one of them a quick lick.

While he's looking through my closet for a shirt I dart across the hallway and get a quick shower. Just clean all the dried cum and sweat off me. Thomas comes in while I'm brushing my teeth and gets in the shower. "See you downstairs." I call as I leave him alone.

I pull on the flannel pants I didn't need last night, skipping underwear and a shirt and go down to make something for breakfast. Ronnie is already downstairs, sipping coffee. "You're up early." I grab some eggs from the fridge.

"I'm always up early." Ronnie grins and pours more coffee. He watches me start cooking and puts in an order as well when I begin making french toast. Other than that he doesn't say anything. Its killing me, I'm on pins and needles waiting for him to come out with something.

Thankfully he gives up on the polite act and reverts to his true nature. "I certainly wasn't expecting to see you up so early." Ronnie smirks. "I got up to take a piss at four and you two were still going at it." he shakes his head and chuckles.

That's better. This is doable; him being polite was kinda freaking me out. "Well we did sleep in between." I grin back at him. "Just not for very long."

"So why are you up so early then?" Ronnie grabs the maple syrup from the fridge and lays it on the cupboard.

"Thomas has school." I sigh and put on a new batch of toast, laying the cooked ones in the oven to keep them warm.

"You're telling me." Thomas leans against the fridge taking the coffee from Ronnie and moaning gratefully when he takes long swallow of it. "Thank you." He definitely looks good in my jeans and he did finally pick out a shirt. The navy sweater I wore on our first date.

"It's one of my favourites." Thomas gives me a quick kiss. "Though I think it looked better on you."

Ronnie puts his hands up and laughs. "Do not make me be the judge in a beauty contest that doesn't involve babes in bikinis."

"Well Trevor's got the babe part down, but I dunno about the bikini part." Thomas laughs.

"Scary mental pictures buddy." Ronnie throws his arm around Thomas' shoulder and they both laugh.

"Really? I was thinking it was kind of hot myself." Thomas wiggles his eyebrows at me and starts laying out plates.

In typical Ronnie fashion he sticks his hands in his ears and screams "I can't hear you."

The last batch of toast is finished by the time Ronnie and Thomas have each drank another cup of coffee. "No coffee Trev?" Ronnie cocks an eyebrow when I get a glass of orange juice.

"Hell no. I'm going back to bed when were done eating." I grin and kiss Thomas behind his ear when he starts grumbling.

Ronnie bursts into laughter and assures Thomas that he'll drag my lazy ass out of bed and make me do something cruel and unusual to make up for having the day off. "You know since you two had like no sleep last night." he grins.

Thomas and I blush and Ronnie just keeps on laughing. That's pretty much how the rest of the meal goes. We blush and try and get a word in edgewise while Ronnie teases us unmercifully.

Then it's time for Thomas to leave. I walk him to the door and we kiss one more time. "Trevor I..." Thomas looks at Ronnie and then starts to pull me outside.

"Wait I'll give you some privacy. Stay in, you don't want to be scarring the neighbours for life by flashing Trevor's naked chest." Ronnie grins and jogs up the stairs. As much as I complain I do love him. Yeah see that him I can say that about Ronnie no problem. Damn.

A slight blush spreads across Thomas' cheeks and I pull him toward the couch and we sit down. "What?"

Our eyes meet and what I think I look like is mirrored right back into my eyes from his. I take a deep breath and manage to blurt out. "What's stupid?"

"I want to say something to you but I don't know if I should just say it or if... I tried to say it last night at the Robinson's but chickened out." Thomas sighs and takes another deep breath.

I stop him before he can talk again and kiss him softly. Thomas smiles and kisses me again then leans his forehead against mine and says it. "I love you."

That's what he whispered against my forehead when we were napping. He kisses me again so I can't say anything at all, thank God because I don't know if I can say it right now. I know I feel it, and the fact that he said it to me makes me feel... well all the things you're supposed to feel.

Yeah all the sappy things that seem so stupid until you actually feel them, that's what I feel like right now. If I say it back without being really ready to am I being fair? If I don't say it am I a jerk?

'Thomas I... I... thank you. I like you a lot too." That wasn't just me that said that. I'll deny it until the day I die. I close my eyes tight and don't open them until Thomas kisses me and rubs at my temples.

When I do finally open my eyes he doesn't look pissed. In fact he looks kind of... amused? Yeah if I had to put a name on his expression that's what it would be.

Thomas kisses me, not so soft this time, his hands sliding around my back to pull me closer to him. The traces of syrup in his mouth only make our kiss a lot sweeter than usual and I flicker my tongue over the roof of his mouth, rubbing my hips against his when he presses closer to me.

We break apart fairly quick, knowing that he has to go to school and this is going nowhere right now. "I..." I can't say it, I really can't say the fucking words out loud. I love him I love him I love him. In my mind it's a fucking mantra, but when I open my mouth all that comes out is "I..." Fuck I said it again. I suck.

"Its okay Trevor. It really is." Thomas nips the side of my neck lightly and stands up. "Thank you wasn't exactly what I was expecting I admit but I'm just happy to finally have been able to tell you that I love you." he grins.

"Me too." That's worse than I really like you a lot I think. I wonder if I closed my eyes tight enough if I could disappear.

It's definitely amusement this time when Thomas looks down at me. I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his stomach through my sweater. He leans down and kisses me then chuckles.

"What time are you off tonight?" I stand up too. Maybe we can get together after I'm done at House's.

"Not until eight, and then I have a bunch of chapters to read." Thomas kisses me softly. "I only have school tomorrow though, I'm off all night."

"I have a game tomorrow night. You can come over after though." He used my cologne so he smells like me when I kiss his neck.

"Yes." I'm grinning like a fool. Not because we're going to be separated but that he still wants to be around for long enough to get used to me being gone for long stretches of time. He looks kind of goofy himself when Ronnie coughs behind us.

"I'm going to be really late if I don't leave now." Thomas sighs and grabs his shoes. He kisses me again for longer than he should considering he's already running late and tells me to have a good nap.

I watch him leave and when I turn around I smash into Ronnie, I had no idea he was behind me.

My fingers run though my hair tight enough that I'm shocked when a few locks don't fall to the floor. "Shut up."

"No." Ronnie folds his arms over his chest, he's not smirking anymore, and the teasing glimmer is nowhere to be found in his eyes. "So do you?"

"I couldn't make the words come out." I am so lame its really quite sad now.

Ronnie laughs and proves me right on that statement. "Hey, I got nothing to say there. I haven't exactly had luck saying the words either."

"No and you know what? Brenda the woman who moved to Toronto before you moved in called me on it and when I didn't say it back and make a commitment that made her final decision a lot easier."

Well fuck I can't just say it to make him not be pissed at me, I have to be ready to say it don't I? I mean I have made a commitment, we've talked about commitment. "So you couldn't say it and she left."

At this point I don't know if I'm stupid of if Ronnie is speaking in riddles. "What?"

"Well what the fuck are you telling me this for?" I jump up and sigh. "It has nothing to do with this at all. I love Thomas. Love him."

"You love him. You just said it three times." Ronnie grins and gives me a hug. "Plus you're all pissed off talking about it. You can be pissed at me that's fine but you know who you're really mad at."

When I don't say anything Ronnie kisses my forehead and whispers. "Forget about being ready or not, you are ready. Now go find your balls and then find Thomas between classes."

I know what he says is right, maybe it is me not being ballsy enough that's holding me back. I do love Thomas I have no issues with feeling that at all. He deserves to know that. "I can't believe you just kissed me." I pull back from Ronnie and laugh.

"Dude it seemed like the right thing to do after such sage fatherly wisdom." Ronnie cuffs the side of my head and flops down on the couch. I sit in the chair just off to the side and flip him off.

Its kind of insane that Thomas was in no way shape or form guilt tripping me but that my roommate is. Oddly I don't feel guilty though.

Ronnie laughs. "Well damn I spent an entire night listening to you two screaming and moaning and laughing. And talking, fuck what did you talk about for so long?"

"Well nothing specific, just you know it was obvious that you were fucking." Ronnie props a cushion under his head and grins.

"Sorry hell." Ronnie turns on the TV and starts randomly flicking buttons on the remote. "It's your place too, I've had dates overnight enough times."

That's true. I've spent a lot of nights with my walkman blaring into my ears and Thomas and I have on more than one occasion made good use of the sound effects.

"We've already had this conversation, I'm not saying yes again. You live here; yes your boyfriend can spend as much time with you as possible. Fuck he can move in if you like." he bursts into laughter. "You should see the look on your face right now."

"What?" I was picturing how nice it'd be to have Thomas crawl into bed after a long day of work and school or me get in bed with him after a game, which ever, the main thing is we'd wake up almost every morning together.

"You look like you had a lobotomy." Ronnie turns on cartoons and starts laughing immediately.

Yes, I'm the one who looks brainless right now. How the hell can he be such a big kid and so fucking smart all at the same time? It drives me nuts. "Where are you going?" Ronnie calls when I get up.

"To go find my balls. And then my boyfriend." I shout and run up the stairs.

It doesn't take me long to get dressed. I pull on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, its not that cold out so I just throw a jean jacket over top. My hair hasn't been brushed since my shower so there isn't enough gel in the world to fix it right now.

My Stampeder's cap fixes it perfectly though. Ronnie's leaning against the front door when I come down stairs and he gives me a quick glance and smirks. "You are so lucky he said he likes prairie farm boys Trev."

"I know." I grin, reaching for my truck keys. "Shit." before I can even ask Ronnie's keys hit me in the chest and I give him another hug. "Thanks." Ronnie waves me off and I hop in his car.

The radio almost gives me a heart attack its so loud but I settle down and start driving. Driving being the operative word I only get lost a few times on my way to the building Thomas showed me he's usually in but it still takes me a little over an hour to get to the campus.

And the parking lot is massive so it takes me forever to find his car, but when I do there's an empty space next to it so I pull in and wait.

Ronnie does have clean underwear in his glove compartment. He also has a spanky magazine, seventy-eight cents, a condom wrapper and a rubber ball. I think I'm better off not knowing all things considered.

The rummaging around is at least taking my mind off what the hell I'm doing here. Okay I know what I'm doing here but what am I going to do?

Some broad sweeping romantic thing. Me shouting I love you in the middle of the lawn here while I kiss him in front of the whole school, outing me and him while dozens of people applaud like some kind of fucking movie ending?

Yeah right. Forget the fact that there is probably never going to be movies about gay guys where they're portrayed as normal people in love but that's not what I want to do anyway, for me or for him.

I run thorough dozens of ways of me telling him and then finally the sun gets too hot and I get out of the car and lean against the side of it. Its still winter supposedly. But damn the weather was never like this in the Hat in winter, even with chinooks.

I'm so caught up in my fantasies I don't even notice Thomas walk up next to me until he stands next to me and leans back against the car with a loud sigh. "Hey." he tosses his book bag on the ground at our feet.

"Hi." I throw my arm over his shoulders and smile when he leans his head on mine. He yawns and I rub the back of his head. "Sleepy?"

"God yes." he looks lifts his head and looks around. I don't even wait for him to say if anyone is around or not. I kiss him, licking against his lips until they open up and my tongue is inside his mouth. "Nice surprise what did you want?" he grins when we stop kissing.

Thomas shakes his head. "Just time for a sandwich. I've got class in about twenty minutes over there." he points to a building across the massive green lawn.

"What?" Thomas hugs me tighter. "You just saw me a few hours ago you can't miss me that much already." he tilts his head up for another kiss, which I gladly give him.

When I pull back I take a deep breath while Thomas looks at me all wild eyed, like he's afraid of what I'm going to say. "What?" he repeats.

"I love you." Oh my God why did I come here? I'm the stupidest lamest man alive.

Thomas' lips spread into a crazy grin and a bubble of laughter bursts free but he squelches it and rubs his nose against mine. "I know."

"Yes, Trevor I could see how pissed you were with yourself this morning." Thomas pushes me against the car a little harder and grinds his hips against mine. "The words aren't as important to knowing I'm special to you. And you show me that a lot."

I let out a breath and open my mouth but before any sounds can come out Thomas' thumb presses against them cutting off what I was going to say.

"I wanted to tell you, but was afraid it was too soon... or too stupid..." he takes a deep breath. "I've never said it before I mean I say it to my mom and... I say it to Joey too... but you know I never..."

That is even out of my league of rambling. Thomas never fails to amaze me. Then again he's smart and in college and stuff. I'm not even near his league of smartness; I'm not exactly a dumb jock though.

I got great grades in high school despite only being able to give it less that half of the attention it probably deserved. It was always about hockey for me. One goal and nothing was getting in my way.

"Shut up before you sprain your tongue." I repeat his words from this morning when I was rambling.

I run my hands down his back and cup his ass cheeks, pulling him a little closer. "I love you."

"Thank you." he slides his hands inside my jacket and rests his head against my neck "I love you too."

He's pretty much doing the same. We must look like a matched pair of idiots.

"Yes sir." Thomas salutes and grabs his book bag again. "Is it okay if I come over tonight?"

Thomas waves at a couple of his classmates as they pass. They don't give us a second look except to wave back. "I do but I can do that at your..." he bursts into laughter the same time as I do. Cause reading would be the last thing we'd be doing.

Still I do want to see him. "How bout after you're done at the library?" No way am I getting in the way of his dream.

"It'll be late." Thomas sighs. "Maybe I shouldn't... I don't want to wake you up."

"Cool. I'll see you later tonight then." he hugs me so hard I wince and he steps back with an apology.

We kiss one more time and he takes off in a run across the grass. When Thomas turns and waves I wave back and watch until I can't see him anymore.