To the reader: The long awaited seventh part of " Finally He Touches Me " is here! Thank you all for your patience as I dealt with life and struggled with inspiration and the direction I wanted to go with this story. When I began writing, I knew I wanted to do something different than the standard romantic arc, but I wasn't quite sure how to go about that. So, here is the next installment, after which things are going to open up further. I fully believe that love and sex should be free, unlimited, and unhindered, surpassing all expectations. And remember, communication is key! Okay, now on to the sexy stuff ...
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When Trent opened the door to his room, in the small hours of the morning, he assumed he'd find Sam sound asleep. Instead, he found Sam wearing only a pair of workout shorts and sitting in his bed, one leg crossed under him and the other dangling off the edge. His eyes were closed as he dozed, head leaned back against the wall. The autolights were dim, casting subtle shadows about their small room. The HVAC system whirred softly, ruffling Sam's shaggy hair.
Sam must not have been sleeping very hard however, since the soft swish of the door made him open his eyes. He grinned.
Trent heaved a sigh at the beautiful man blinking drowsily at him, a smile spreading on his own lips. He was on Sam in a lunge, practically throwing himself into the other's embrace as he covered Sam's face in kisses. Grabbing his chin, Sam pulled Trent's mouth to his and practically smothered Trent with his hot, lusty ferocity.
"Miss me?" Sam breathed when he finally let Trent come up for air.
Trent chuckled, weaving his fingers into Sam's shaggy hair. "No more than you missed me." He gave the other a wink.
Sam laughed, wrapping Trent in his arms and uncoiling from the bed. "Touché," he said, pulling Trent tighter against his bare chest.
For a moment, all Trent could do was bury his face into the side of Sam's neck, breathing deeply. Sam rested his cheek against the top of Trent's head, his quickened breath ruffling Trent's hair.
"It feels like I was gone forever," Trent gave a contented sigh. The faint scent of soap complimented the heady smell of Sam's skin, making him lightheaded. "I hope you didn't have too much fun without me."
Sam laughed again, sending a tingle through Trent's core. He'd missed that sound. "Just a little. You were only gone a few days."
Trent pulled back, looking Sam in the eye. "A little?" He raised an eyebrow to accentuate his point.
A worried look crossed Sam's face and he frowned. "Wasn't—wasn't that okay?" he fidgeted on the bed, now sitting on it with both legs hanging from the edge and Trent standing between them.
Realization began to hit Trent in a cold-hot wave. "You—?" he gasped, "You really did something...with somebody else?"
Sam nodded with a thick swallow, and Trent watched the Adam's apple bob in that perfect throat. "I thought...you said...it was okay...?"
Trent thought for a moment. Yeah, he'd said it was okay. He'd said it was okay because the last thing he wanted was for Sam to cut short their relationship just to chase some interesting, new tail. He'd also said it was okay because...
"Trent?" Sam pressed, squeezing him with his legs.
Trent blinked in confusion. This was all happening so fast. "Yeah?"
"You got quiet," Sam said, lowering his voice in submission. "Did I fuck up?" He looked down at his knees, tracing the line of his prosthetic with one finger.
Trent bit his lip, placing a hand on Sam's chin. He pushed Sam's head up, forcing him to meet his gaze. Sam's green eyes were moist and large, a sight warm enough to melt Trent's heart.
"No, you didn't fuck up," Trent replied. "It was...I said it was okay because..."
"Because?"
"You were right. We're young. We don't know everything—"
"Don't let Mara hear you say that," Sam teased, despite himself.
Trent snorted. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous...but I'd also be lying if said I didn't want to explore too."
Sam's full pink lips made an "O" of surprise. "Mr. Von Buren, you perverted bastard!" he said in mock outrage, even placing a hand to his mouth in a gesture of shock. "If I had known..."
Trent rolled his eyes. "Oh stop it, you ass."
But Sam wouldn't be deterred. He continued the ruse by muttering some choice dirty phrases under his breath—all of them a commentary about Trent's future sluttiness.
"That's enough," Trent teased. Sticking out his tongue, he made a perfect raspberry, spraying spittle across Sam's nose and cheek.
"Oh, you're going to pay for that!" Sam laughed, burying his face in Trent's chest and wiping it dry.
With the same motion, he wrapped his hands back around Trent, sliding them under his buttocks, and pulling the two of them closer. By this point, Sam had slid his feet to the floor and now slouched, half-sitting on the edge of the bed. Trent pressed against him, and Sam gave his ass a hard squeeze. A pulsing between his legs told Trent that other things were getting hard as well...for him
and
Sam.
Sam kissed him again, sliding his tongue between Trent's teeth and making Trent sweat all over again. His hand went to the zipper of Trent's coveralls, pulling it down and whipping the garment open in one motion. He tore off Trent's T-shirt next, running sweaty hands over his bare, burning chest and taking back Trent's mouth. His fingers tickled under the waistband of Trent's briefs.
"Wait," Trent said, coming up for air even though it left his hungry mouth wanting more. "Did you really find some fun while I was gone...fun as in sex?"
Sam nodded, and though he no longer looked apologetic, he did still seem unsure.
"Who?"
"JR."
Trent wrinkled his nose. "That old playboy?" Well, at least there was no risk of the man falling in love with Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Call him old all you want, but the man still knows pleasure. He's a dick but at least he's not bad looking."
"Whatever you fancy," Trent snickered, "though not my type."
Sam stuck out his tongue. "So, what
is