Page 20 of Joey's Trick

Finally, Trick moved a little faster, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, until the bedframe was squeaking steadily. A grin broke over Trick’s face, and Joey furrowed his brows at him. What the hell was so funny? “Never realized how much I need to oil the hinges on my bed,” Trick said, his voice rough from their passion.

Joey couldn’t help it. He broke out laughing and Trick chuckled and collapsed on him slightly, both lost to the humor of the moment. When their mirth calmed down, Trick raised his body again and gazed down at him, running a hand along Joey’s cheek and brushing the hair away from his face. “You’ve never had anyone here?” Joey asked, brow raised.

“No. Never wanted anyone else here,” Trick said. Sincerity radiated from the dark blue sapphires Joey had spent so many years loving. It twisted Joey’s heart even further and Joey knew he would be missing a chunk of his heart once more when he returned home. He wrapped a hand around Trick’s nape again and yanked him down into a hard kiss, trying his damndest to ignore the emotions building between them.

Trick moved into an almost kneeling position, pushing Joey’s legs further open, his eyes trained on his cock plunging in and out of Joey’s body. For the first time in a very long time during sex, Joey fought off a blush. He’d been in a lot of erotic positions, but to know it was Trick’s gaze on his body caused him to feel self-conscious. “So goddamn beautiful,” Trick rasped and grasped Joey’s bobbing shaft, stroking lightly.

“Shit.” Joey groaned, gripping the sheets under him at the dual sensation of Trick’s dick stretching him wide with each deep thrust into his channel and the callouses of Trick’s work-roughened hand tugging on him. He could feel his balls tightening, ready to unload, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the head of his prick surging in and out of Trick’s hand. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it,” Trick ordered. “Come while I’m inside you.” The sensual deepness of Trick’s voice washed over Joey, and he tensed up slightly, back arching a fraction as his seed rushed up through his cock and splattered across his chest, stomach, and abdomen. Joey shouted, his body shuddering with each hard spurt.

Trick followed him over the edge, grunting as he unloaded in the condom, his head tipped backward with his eyes closed. Joey could feel the heat of Trick’s spunk through the rubber, and he almost bemoaned the fact the man wore it at all. The idea of being marked on the inside by Trick sent tiny aftershocks rushing through him.

He gasped when Trick withdrew from him and discarded the condom. Trick collapsed to the bed beside him, wrapped an arm around him, and drew him close, nuzzling at his neck. “You okay?”

“I—” Joey cleared his throat, his voice hoarse. “I’m okay.”

Cuddling after sex felt weird and abnormal to Joey. Normally Joey ghosted the second he’d finished coming. He stared at the ceiling fan overhead, watching the way the lights from the courtyard danced across it, the breeze outside causing the palm tree fronds to blot out the light off and on. Trick didn’t speak again, just continued to hold him, lightly caressing his arm. The gentle touch, Trick’s soft breathing, and the release from his orgasm lulled Joey to sleep.

But his dreams didn’t allow for peaceful rest. Memories of waking up in the emergency room, the cruel tone in Trick’s voice as Joey heard those awful words over and over in his head, and his own insecurities about why Trick suddenly wanted him haunted every second. So when he woke to find himself face down, a slight gasp shaking his body, Joey’s heart beat hard at his rib cage. It took several breaths before he realized where he was.

A warm palm settling onto his back jolted Joey even more. “What’s wrong?” Trick asked, his voice sleep roughened.

“Nothing,” Joey whispered into the darkness. “Bad dream.”

He tensed when Trick traced the edges of the tattoo on his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

At first, Joey thought Trick meant the tattoo, but then he realized Trick meant his nightmare. “No. It was nothing.”

Trick pressed a light kiss to the tattoo on Joey’s bicep, still trailing his fingers over Joey’s back tattoo. “You sure?”

Joey turned his head so he could see Trick. “I’m sure.”

Smiling, Trick ran his thumb over Joey’s cheek. “Okay. Why don’t you try to go back to sleep? I have to be up early to finish our latest project. I’ll wake you and we can grab some coffee before I take you home.”

“Maybe I should just go home now,” Joey murmured.

“Why?” Trick asked. “It’s the middle of the night.”

Joey studied Trick’s face for several long moments. He didn’t want to leave. No, he wanted to stay in Trick’s bed, in Trick’s arms, forever. Which is exactly why he should get up and leave. The weak part of Joey, the part he’d thought he’d banished for good, demanded he remain right where he was. “This can’t be anything,” Joey said.

Surprise and disappointment flashed over Trick’s features. “Because you live in Orlando?”

Sitting up, Joey moved to place his back against the headboard, a pillow stuffed behind him. “Mostly. My life is there. My job.”

“Mostly? You’re still angry at me for what I said to those guys in high school, then.” Trick sighed, shifting to sit beside him. “I promise you, Joey. That wasn’t me. It isn’t me. Why isn’t that good enough?”

“It’s not that it isn’t good enough, Trick. I just… it’s only been a day since my entire viewpoint of the last eight years has been knocked on its ass. I don’t know what the fuck I feel. I certainly didn’t intend on getting into bed with you tonight.” Joey ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Eight years is a long time to believe you hate me then to suddenly find out you don’t? Fuck, Trick, I fucking loved you back then and you nearly destroyed me.”

Shit! Joey hadn’t meant to say all of that. He’d just been unable to hold his tongue any further. Confusion, shock, and sadness emanated from Trick. “I-I didn’t know that, Joey. I knew you had a hero worship thing for me and your brother, but I never imagined,” Trick breathed. “What do you mean I nearly destroyed you?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Just forget it.”

“No. You can’t say something like that and then not explain it.” Trick changed positions to face Joey head on, refusing to let Joey hide.

“I just went through a lot of depression,” Joey said. It was a half-truth. He had been very depressed and fought through that every day still. His therapist had diagnosed him with clinical depression and anxiety. He even took meds to control it. Either way, there was no way in hell he’d tell Trick of his suicide attempt.

Trick made a noise in his throat and reached out to yank Joey against him, hugging him hard. “I’m so fucking sorry, Joey. I really, truly am. You have to believe me.”