Desmoterion, page 36
Kipper crossed his arms. “Well...”
Girish muttered to himself.
“Look, Trent’s missed you,” Emyr said. “You still have a room at the house. So come back with us and give it a few days. Show him who you are and remind him what he’s missing. He’s hurting because he believes you don’t like him.”
* * *
They walked all the way home in silence. At least mostly in silence. Trent had more than enough of Katya instructing him on his love life.
“Why didn’t you kiss him, Trent?”
“Shut the fuck up, Katya. Leave me alone.”
“I’m just trying to help,” she’d insisted. “And you seem to need all the help you can get. But what about that man he just killed protecting your life? That’s a big thing to do. Who was the man?”
“Someone evil, trust me. Just forget you ever saw that. Now, the conversation is closed if you are coming with me. If you want to talk, go bother someone else. And talk about the dead man to anyone and consider yourself dead too.” Trent had been abrupt and downright rude to the woman since day one, and nothing had changed. Fortunately, she seemed to like him despite it, and she even gave back as much as she took.
When they got back to the big house, as she called it, Katya set about preparing a feast in the kitchen while Trent grabbed a book and went to sit on the garden bench. It was at the front of the house, so he’d see everyone when they returned, and that may have been a large part of why he chose to sit there.
Trent glared at the page of the book he was pretending to read. He hadn’t absorbed any of it, and the words just stared blankly back at him. He glanced up when he heard the chatter of familiar voices approaching. Seeing Girish was among them didn’t surprise him; he was relieved to see the man had left again.
Still, Trent instantly dipped his eyes to stare back at the page.
Mike approached Trent and said, “I’m glad you’re safe. We had no idea that asshole had survived.”
“Yeah, we saw the place blow and only just got out in time ourselves,” Kipper said, coming up behind him. “It’s a real mystery.”
Emyr nudged Girish and then said to no one in particular. “I think he must’ve suspected something and ran for it just in time; that’s my guess. Let’s go inside and talk about food and leave these two alone to talk.”
The men followed Emyr into the house, and Girish sat down next to Trent on the bench. “The outside of this place has changed. It looks a lot better.”
“Couldn’t let it get any wilder.”
“Has the inside changed?”
“Not much. Is that why you’re here, to see how we’re getting on without you?”
“No. I know you’d manage fine without me. But these last few months have proved to me that I can survive alone as well. I didn’t know that was possible after everything.” Girish ran a hand through his hair. “I never had a normal growing up and leaving home experience.”
“I know.” Trent said and turned over the page to make out like the conversation wasn’t important, even though he didn’t know what the book was about.
“Look, I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t think you cared.” Girish rested his hands in his lap. “I just don’t know how relationships work. I’ve never had one.”
Trent huffed.
“I’d only kissed two girls before I was locked away. I was a virgin with no proper experience of life. I don’t think you know where I’m coming from because it sounds like you’ve had more of a life than me. I thought I was only into girls, and then my freedom was gone forever. Then, the few days of us escaping, it was a head-fuck.”
Trent shifted, uncomfortable in his skin. It never occurred to him that Girish might be much more inexperienced in life as well as being younger. “So, what are you saying?”
“When I met you, it was all about competition. I hated you, and I felt useless. I wanted to beat you and see you brought down a peg. But after the escape, I learned so much about you that I had to change my opinion completely. When I left, I needed time to get my head around the fact that you weren’t the devil that I thought you were. And...” Girish’s monologue ground to a sudden halt, and he shuffled his feet and gripped the edge of the bench.
“And?”
“And when I left, I fancied the pants off you. I still do. It was confusing then; I’m a bit more ready to accept the way I feel now.”
It was Trent’s turn to be thrown into a sea of confusion. He’d mistakenly thought two guys being attracted to each other was simple because it always had been simple for him. He’d always felt that way and went with his feelings.
He was crushed by Girish leaving, even though he never spoke about how he really felt about anyone. Outwardly, he coped in the Morib style with an emotionless exterior.
Trent stood up and removed the tinted glasses that he wore whenever he was around other people and looked down on Girish, who kept his gaze fixed on the garden ahead of him. “You’ve given me food for thought. I thought I knew you better than I did. And well, I just need a while to think about what you’re saying. Now, I want to go inside and find out what the guys did with the corpse.”
* * *
Everyone kept Girish busy in the house for the next few days, as if they didn’t want to give him a moment to consider leaving again. There was suddenly a timetable of language lessons, an organic vegetable allotment that had to be created in the corner of the grounds, and an outhouse that had to be built. There was a cooking and cleaning schedule that required input because Katya couldn’t do everything.
If Girish sat relaxing for longer than about twenty minutes, a fresh task came his way.
Girish was glad the leader was gone. He didn’t miss that asshole but wondered if the threat had gone completely or if the never-ending work was a way to keep the imminent danger from everyone’s mind.
There was no opportunity for him and Trent to have a decent conversation about Desmoterion or anything else. Girish sensed the men were trying their best not to let him and Trent have alone time, and perhaps that was for the best. He’d told Trent how he felt; there was nothing more he could do or say.
It was a week or so later, and Girish sneaked away to his bedroom in the early afternoon instead of joining the others for lunch, hoping to get a little bit of quiet time to himself finally. They’d probably wonder where he was, as there was always someone with him throughout the day; it was sweet of everyone to care and fun to get to know the guys now they weren’t all prisoners, but it was also stifling.
Girish lay on his bed and enjoyed the afternoon sun pouring through the window. It can’t have been five minutes before a knock at the door, and Girish was tempted to ignore it until he heard Trent’s gruff voice: “Mike wants to know why you’ve gone. Are you decent? Can I come in?”
Strange questions, all things considered.
“Yes. Come in,” Girish called out.
Trent’s head appeared around the door frame. “You tired?”
“I’m just assessing this room in daylight.” Girish smiled, looking at the handsome man. “They’ve kept me so busy since I’ve been back that I only see this room in darkness and when I’m exhausted.”
Trent wandered in and closed the door behind himself. “It’s not that bad. Is it? I mean, there’s a lot of work needs doing in the house, but it is livable, so we don’t need to push you too hard.”
“No, and I’m not complaining. I’m grateful for a home and something to do. Um, I say home, am I welcome to stay?” Girish sat up, swinging his legs off the bed.
“Of course.” Trent sat down beside him on the bed. “We’re like family after what we’ve been through. I’d never chuck you out. But more importantly, now you’ve been back here for a while, do you want to stay or leave?”
With relief, he answered, “Stay, of course.”
“Now we’re here,” Trent gestured around himself, “do you have any thoughts about changes you’d like to make to this room? We’ve done nothing in here yet.”
Girish sighed.
“What is it? Obviously, it needs a lick of paint, but are you thinking of a major overall? New furniture?”
Girish shook his head, even as he said, “Yes, major changes.”
“Tell me?”
Girish turned to look Trent in the face. “Can you take off the glasses?”
Trent did so with a shrug, and Girish looked into the lenses, which were like nothing else he’d ever seen. “I like seeing your eyes. You don’t need to keep them covered.”
Trent showed no reaction to the comment but sat patiently, waiting for Girish’s answer.
“I like this room. But I would like a major overall of the sleeping arrangements.”
Trent raised an eyebrow.
“I’m lonely at night. And in the morning, when I wake up. You and I; I thought perhaps...”
Trent’s other eyebrow raised as well.
Girish chewed his lip.
Trent’s mouth turned from a concerned straight line into a bit of a smile. “Are you offering to help me with my nightmares?”
“You could say that.” Girish leaned towards Trent a little. “That and more.
“More?” Trent’s tongue came out, and he licked his bottom lip.
“Kissing, snuggling, and, um, anything else that feels right.” Girish’s hand reached out and touched Trent’s wiry beard.
“Anything?” Trent’s tongue came out again, licking his top lip.
“Anything,” Girish replied as his fingers trailed along the beard.
Trent’s hand moved onto Girish’s leg, resting on his inner thigh.
Girish gasped, closing his eyes; the feeling of the hand was like fire through his veins.
“Just so you know, Kipper and Ward will probably eavesdrop on us, and Delgado too. Mike will make dirty comments, Emyr will be proud of his matchmaking skills.
“And Arden will probably offer us a room upgrade. I’ve gotten to know those guys quite well this week. And I don’t care what they say.” Girish cupped Trent’s face, pulling him closer. “This is all about us.”
“Us?” Trent asked, his mouth hovering above Girish.
“Yes, us.”
“I’m fine with that,” and with that, Trent’s mouth clashed with Girish’s.
Girish’s arms moved around Trent’s neck, and the pair fell back on the bed, the kissing becoming more frantic and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands.
As tongues entangled and lips crushed together, the door swung open.
“Am I interrupting anything?” Mike’s voice broke the moment.
“Go away,” Trent growled, not looking up.
Girish grabbed hold of the pillow behind him and threw it at Mike, who caught it with a laugh and retreated, closing the door.
“Ignore him,” Girish whispered.
“You think they’ll leave us alone long enough, and we can continue this?”
“I hope so. Kissing has never felt so good.”
“I meant fucking.”
“Oh,” Girish grinned. “I suppose. It’s not something I’ve...”
Trent put his hand over Girish’s mouth to cut off his sentence. “I’m messing with you. Well, sort of.” He winked before leaning down for another kiss.
* * *
Of the two of them, Trent had always been in control in every sense of the word. And Girish had concluded that it was one of the many things he liked about the man. In the bedroom, he was no different. He pinned Girish to the bed, overpowering him with kisses and lust. He then slowly undressed Girish, taking time to kiss every inch of flesh as it became exposed.
With a mix of gentle and firm and teasing touches, Trent reduced Girish to a moaning and quivering wreck in no time. And that was before he’d touched Girish’s cock.
Trent used only his mouth. His wet, warm, and extremely skilled mouth and tongue took Girish to a new level of ecstasy that he didn’t know existed.
Girish crumpled up the bed sheets in his hands as his body writhed with pleasure, but tried so hard to remain still for the man who gave him such a gift. Every part of Girish throbbed, not just his cock in his lover’s mouth but his entire body, including his heart, which swelled with happiness and love.
He ached for more.
He longed to explore Trent’s body and make him feel good.
And yet
Right then
All he could do was moan with pleasure.
Loudly.
And beg for more.
And beg for more.
Even though he didn’t even know what more was to be had, Girish wanted it all with Trent. He wanted to share his body and his life with the man who saved him.
He loved him.
The realization was overwhelming and nearly made him come.
* * *
With a pop, Trent removed his mouth. He watched Girish’s expression, which was a cross between the desperation that he needed more and the satisfaction that he’d received from the best oral sex known to man.
Trent loved both expressions and was glad that Girish couldn’t contain his emotions, and he was able to witness the impact his skills had on the guy. It was so hot. Turning the man to mush was everything Trent wanted. Job satisfaction. And so fucking erotic.
He wanted more.
Trent crawled up Girish’s body, his mouth kissing every spot on the way up.
“Please.” Girish whimpered. “I need something.”
“What do you need?”
“You. Inside me, Trent. I want it all.”
“You sure? We haven’t talked about this. And I’d never push.”
“I’m positive. And you’ve been pushing me all the fucking time since we’ve met. You pushed me out of Desmoterion, pushed me into feeling things for you that I denied. And now I want more. Give me more.”
Trent chuckled and continued his crawl, his mouth hovering over Girish’s. “I want more too.”
“Something I can give?”
“Oh, yes.” Trent pressed his lips softly against Girish’s.
Their tongues entangled, and mouths merged as one. Trent was going to have to undress; it was the afternoon, and bright sunlight streamed through the window. But Girish had seen the damage before and didn’t seem repulsed.
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot; I really want you badly,” Girish said as if he wanted to encourage Trent to strip when he knew how insecure Trent felt about his body.
“I’m not sure.” Trent stood up and began to undress.
How could he say no to a sexy naked man on a bed begging him to fuck him? Especially when the man was Girish, Trent thought he might be in love with him.
Trent allowed his clothes to fall on the floor, and he returned to the bed next to Girish. “I don’t think we should rush things.” He chuckled. “And I can’t believe I’m saying that.”
Girish bit his lip. His eyes wide. His breathing heavy.
“We should treasure every special moment together and, I think, work up to that. Not rush into everything too quickly.”
He wasn’t sure that Girish appeared a little disappointed.
Trent moved closer, wrapped his hand around Girish’s cock, and said, “There are other amazing things we can do together.”
Girish took a deep breath. “Okay?”
He seemed unsure what to expect, but Trent knew what he was doing. He swung a leg over Girish so that he straddled the younger man, and then he lowered his body so they were chest to chest, stomach to stomach. Sliding against each other. He gripped their dicks together and rubbed and trusted.
“Fuck!” he said.
“Yeah, fuck.” Girish’s head rolled back; his mouth hung open. “I’m gonna.”
“I know. You come for me.”
Girish cried out. The guys would have definitely heard.
Obedient, for once, Girish’s orgasm ripped through him. Ripped through both of them. They came together in a hot, sticky mess that required a shower together, and kept them in the bedroom for most of the day.
EPILOGUE
Six months later, Trent and Girish eyed each other from across the fighting ring they’d set up in the basement.
Trent donned a black tank top and red shorts, while Girish wore blue shorts and no shirt.
Mike stood in the middle of the ring and looked between the two men. “In this fight, anything goes. Though if you go out of your way to harm each other in any kind of permanent way, I will end this fight and beat the shit out of the one trying it. Do I make myself clear?”
Trent nodded. “Trust me, I have no intention of hurting Girish save for a few pulled muscles from him falling to the ground. Any more than that, and I wouldn’t be able to play with him later.”
Emyr snickered off to the side.
Mike glared at him and then turned to Girish. “And you?”
“That’s the last thing I want, especially if it means you’ll be beating the crap out of me later. I value my life too much for that. Besides, this won’t last long enough for serious injuries.”
“Is that so?” Trent’s eyebrow rose. “What makes you so confident? So far, you haven’t been able to get a punch in.”
“I’ve been training with Mike. I believe I can take you on.” Girish grinned.
Trent glanced over at Mike. “He’s actually beat you?”
“Hell no, he hasn’t, but he has gotten a lot better. He’s anticipating more and dodging attacks.”
“Good to know; I’ll keep that in mind. Though if you can’t beat Mike, what makes you think you can with me?”
Girish grinned harder. “I have a secret weapon now.”
Mike glared at Girish. “Weapons aren’t allowed in this fight.”
“I was being metaphorical. I know Trent’s weaknesses.”
Mike looked over at Trent and got a shrug for a reaction. He left the ring and put his hand out. “Begin!”
Trent watched Girish move into a martial pose to mirror Trent’s. He waited until Girish made his first move.
Except Girish just stood there in his pose, unmoving.
“You know we’re fighting, right?” Trent asked.
Girish smiled. “Yes, I’m waiting for you to make the first move.”
