breath hitched when Wood leaned his upper body across his lap and snagged the remote off the end table. Damn, he was heavy and firm, and Trent found that he liked that… no, he loved it. He was breathing hard as he snatched one of the flimsy throw pillows from beside him and thrust it in his lap. He was sure that Wood noticed his predicament, but he didn’t say anything as he began flipping through the local channels.
Trent pretended to be interested in the boring news while he willed his erection to go down long enough for him to get up and retreat. He needed a release so badly, and if he didn’t get it, he couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. Did Wood have to sit so close that their thighs and shoulders were touching? Trent had one hand clutching the pillow and the other at his side, digging into the seat. He leaned his head back against the cushion and turned his face away, needing to breathe in something other than Wood’s scent. Fuck, he was hard and throbbing… maybe he should… Damnit. I’m acting like I’m the one of us that’s fresh out of prison.
Wood’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and Trent almost jumped off the couch. Wood stared at him as if he was concerned, then placed his big hand on his knee and squeezed. “You all right?”
Jesus. Trent nodded. “Mmmhmm.” He didn’t trust his voice to speak, not with Wood’s palm burning his skin through his thin pants. While keeping their connection, Wood took his phone out and checked his message.
“It’s from Edison. He and Bishop wanna come over tomorrow night to eat dinner and watch a movie,” Wood informed him. “He’s bringing enchiladas.”
“Mmm.”
Wood tucked his phone away, then draped his arm across the back of the couch, and Trent lurched like he’d been punched in the nuts. That’s how much they ached. Wood leaned in close to his ear, and Trent turned away, too damn nervous to do what he really wanted. What if he didn’t kiss like a man wanted to be kissed? His mouth watered at Wood’s cinnamon-scented breath. And he wondered if he shoved his tongue in his mouth right now, would he taste like a Fireball shot? “Feel like some company tomorrow night… or… it can just be me and you again. You still trying to get to know this stranger?”
Wood knew all the right things to say. The man had a way of articulating things—suave and classic were the words that came to mind—that Trent wasn’t used to hearing from his generation. He’d long conceded that his hard-on wasn’t going anywhere, and he was pretty sure that was Wood’s plan. Trent opened his eyes and stared down at Wood’s hand still gripping his knee. When he looked up, Wood’s chiseled face was right there, and Trent slowly brought his hand up and ran his fingers through Wood’s short salt-and-pepper beard. Finally. He’d been wanting to know what it felt like, and it was softer than he’d expected, so much that he couldn’t drag his eyes away from Wood’s mouth when he kept talking.
“It’s up to you, Trent. What do you wanna do this weekend?” Wood said, his voice even smokier.
Trent met Wood’s half-lidded eyes, and he wasn’t afraid of the deep yearning he saw… that he’d been hoping for. He thought it might be nice to be needed for a change, maybe even to the point that it’d be hard to let him go. He dropped his hand to the center of Wood’s chest and felt his rapid heartbeat. “I say yeah. Edison’s enchiladas are amazing, and that way neither of us have to cook.”
“Good thinking.”
“You off on Sunday?” Trent asked.
“Yeah. I’m off every weekend.” Wood used the pad of his rough thumb to caress the back of Trent’s neck, sending electrical charges down his spine.
“You watch football?” Trent smirked.
“No. But I’ll watch it with you,” Wood answered.
The inside of Trent’s mouth went dry, and his cock leaked enough to make a damp spot in his pants. “That’s all I do on Sundays if you wanna join me.”
“Yeah.” Wood licked his lips, and Trent knew it was time for him to go. He was no mind reader, but he was grown enough to recognize that look in Wood’s darkening eyes. The one that said he better run.
“Cool,” Trent answered, not feeling composed at all. He inched away from Wood’s heat, tossed the pillow to the side, and