Size Matters (5 page)

“Trey? Boss? There’s someone here for you and I have to get the boys home and you have to eat!”

“I’m almost done.”

“It’s Lucien,” he called out to Trey before lowering his voice and speaking to the assistant. “I can make sure he eats.”

“I’ll be out in a few,” Trey called out. “Go ahead and go, honey. He’s not going to murder me in my sleep with a pickaxe.”

“Mommy? What’s a sleep murder?”

“Mommy? What’s a pickaxe?”

“Thanks a lot, boss!”

Lucien had to bite his lower lip to keep from laughing as Allison groaned and grabbed the twins’ hands, taking them out with her. Chuckling, he closed the door behind them.

“I’ll just give myself the two cent tour, reacquaint myself with the place,” he called out.

The sound of typing and what he assumed was the voice recognition program went on and on. He explored the house—it was nice, but he wasn’t sure Trey ever went to the living room. That room was perfect, simple.

He found himself wandering back to the bedroom and he put the dildo and plug packages in the middle of the bed.

This room—while still perfectly tidy—was lived in. It smelled like Trey, too. Clean and fresh, that male musk delicious. Just thinking about Trey’s scent made him hard. Hell, he’d been hard every time he thought of Trey since he’d gone home the other day. Such a lovely little size queen.

Lucien wanted to do things to Trey. He was pretty sure Trey wanted them done to him, too.

“The end!” Trey laughed and hooted, words carrying. “Send to backup. Send to email.”

Lucien headed toward Trey’s voice. “That’s sounds positive.”

“Uh-huh. Hey. I didn’t expect you.”

No. No, he could tell. He wasn’t sure Trey had slept or bathed since he’d left.

“I had a parcel arrive and wanted to deliver it in person. I take it you had a good run?” He touched Trey’s arm.

“I finished my book. I need a bath. Have a seat and I’ll be right out.”

“How about we share a shower?” He brought Trey’s hands up to his face so Trey could see him properly.

“Oh, that sounds fun.” Trey searched him, pale face lit up, light blue eyes seeking restlessly.

He waited until the touches changed, then he chased those slender fingers with his lips, kissing them.

Trey chuckled. “Come on. I’m gross. I was inspired.”

“That happen a lot?” Lucien was fascinated by everything about Trey. He put Trey’s hand on his arm and led him to the bathroom.

“Sure. I usually have a rush at the beginning and the end.”

Trey started the water then brushed his teeth before carefully putting his watch in a soap dish.

Lucien checked out the tub. It was going to be a tight fit but not at all impossible. “May I?” he asked, moving his hands to the bottom of Trey’s T-shirt.

“Sure. It goes in the first bag.” There were four bags hanging on hooks marked ‘shirts’, ‘jeans’, ‘underwear and socks’, and ‘dry clean’. He assumed the words were for Allison’s benefit.

Dragging his fingers along Trey’s warm, soft skin, Lucien pulled the T-shirt up. Damn, Trey was smooth, all pale barring the tiny nipples and the glory trail heading down the flat belly.

Groaning, Lucien went for one of those little nipples, needing to get his lips around one. Were they sensitive? Tender? He couldn’t remember. He flicked one with the tip of his tongue, then closed his lips around the sweet flesh and began to suck. He wasn’t gentle—something in him knew that Trey didn’t need kid gloves. He bit for a second before sucking even harder.

“Oh…” Trey grabbed his head, holding on, hips rolling.

Hot son of a bitch, so focused on feeling.

Smiling, Lucien worked the hard little bit of flesh again. He slapped Trey’s nipple and areola one more time then kissed his way over to the other one, intent on making it hard and wet as well. Oh, they darkened so prettily, got puffy and needy.

He chewed and bit, Trey’s sweet noises enough to make him painfully hard. This man was a keeper. So many games to play, lessons to learn, fun to be had.

Leaving both nipples behind, he slowly worked his way down along Trey’s slender, fine abs.

“Come on. You too. The clothes, I mean,” demanded Trey.

Lucien took Trey’s hands in his and brought them to the bottom of his own T-shirt. “Go for it.”

Trey pushed the material up, struggling at the top. Helping, Lucien bent slightly.

“Thank you.” Trey pulled the shirt off, expression suddenly showing worry. “What do you want me to do with it?”

Taking it from Trey, Lucien then folded it, then stuck it on top of the back of the toilet. “It’s out of the way.” Lucien stroked Trey’s cheek, smoothed his forehead. “It’s fine.”

“Sorry. I just. I have to keep things straight. I mean…”

He pressed his fingers against Trey’s mouth. “You don’t have to apologize, baby. You just keep telling me when I don’t do things correctly for you.”

Trey immediately opened up, sucked Lucien’s fingers in. Lucien’s erection got even harder and he groaned, pushing his hips against Trey. They needed to get in the spray before the hot water ran out on an empty shower.

He tugged Trey’s jeans off and dumped them in the right bag, then took off his own and folded them, before putting them on top of the toilet tank. Then he led Trey into the shower.

Trey grabbed the bar of soap, and immediately started washing him. Humming, he let Trey know he appreciated the touches, that they were welcome. The soap smelled amazing—sandalwood and something. It lathered up beautifully. Once Trey had soaped him up, including his thick, needy cock, he returned the favor.

“Your touch is unlike anyone else’s.” It fascinated Lucien.

“No one’s is. They’re all different.” Trey smiled for him. “Some are wonderful, though.”

“Yours is wonderful. It’s like you’re looking with your fingers. I mean, I know that’s what you’re doing, but I can
feel
you seeing me.”

“You have an amazing body, fascinating.”

“I work out every day.” He flexed.

“I can tell.” Trey moaned, cupped his pecs.

Lucien made them pop, showing off for Trey.

“Oh!” Trey’s eyes went wide, the man laughing hard. “Oh, do it again!”

Chuckling, he did as Trey asked, loving that sound and the expression on Trey’s face. He’d never seen such honest fascination, such truth in anyone’s eyes.

Unable to resist, he tilted Trey’s face up and took a kiss. Trey pushed right into his arms, offering him a minty moan. Exploring Trey’s mouth with his tongue, Lucien held onto the slender body, keeping it close. Fuck, this kid stunned him, made him want wicked things.

“I want to turn you inside out,” he muttered against Trey’s lips.

“Please. I want to know things. Feel things.”

“I want to show you everything.” Everything.

“Yes.” Trey’s expression showed his eagerness, his need.

“God, I might be in love.” Like really. Crazy as it might sound. Hell, crazy as it might be.

“Don’t fall in love with a writer, Lucien. We’re obsessed with stories.”

“I could be a story.” For Trey he could be anything.

“You could be the best story.”

Lucien liked the sound of that.

Picking Trey up, Lucien pressed him against the wall and devoured his mouth. He wanted… Fuck, he wanted everything. The issue was what he wanted first.

He shut the water off with one hand and climbed out of the tub, moving them toward the bedroom after grabbing a towel.

“Are you tired?” Trey teased.

“Not in the least. Try again.”

“Need a little nap?” Trey suggested next.

“Nope.”

Lucien threw the towel onto the bed then put Trey down on it. There was so much joy in this man who wrote the scariest fucking books he’d ever read. It was there in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes, in the way Trey’s smile curled up at the corners. Beautiful man.

“Gonna make you fly,” he promised.

“I can’t wait.”

He fucking loved that eagerness.

Falling onto Trey, Lucien then devoured that beautiful mouth. They rolled together knocking the dildo and plug off the bed. Lucien grabbed Trey’s hands and tugged them up over his head, holding both wrists in one hand.

“Lucien?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“You have my hands.”

“I do.” He waited, watching Trey’s face. His baby had a safe word.

“Okay. I just wanted to check in.”

Lucien used his free hand to stroke Trey’s cheek. “Checking in is good. Letting me know if you need things to stop is good. You have a safe word.”

“I do. I didn’t need you to stop, I just needed to talk.”

“I’ll eventually remember that, I swear.”

“It’s okay, Lucien. I’m different.”

“I know. That’s one of the reasons why I’m so intrigued by you.”

“Thank you.”

Trey was such a sweetheart. Lucien was definitely smitten. More than.

Leaning in, he kissed Trey again, keeping hold of the slender wrists. Trey opened up, kissing him in return, moaning and holding nothing back. God, kissing Trey wasn’t like anyone he’d ever kissed before. No one had ever been so into it, so hungry for him.

He found one nipple and twisted it. “You should have rings in these.”

Trey chuckled, the sound breathless. “Should I?”

“You should. Can’t you imagine playing with them? Tugging on them when I’m not here?”

“I…”

Lucien loved Trey’s response, the way Trey’s eyelashes fluttered.

“You can. You’re picturing it right now.”

“I couldn’t do that. How would I explain it?”

“Explain what? How often are you naked around anyone but me?” Lucien tried hard not to growl at the thought of anyone else seeing Trey naked.

“When Allison makes sure my clothes are right—she might see them.”

“And you’d be embarrassed to have nipple rings?” He circled Trey’s nipples, rubbing around and around.

“I don’t guess so, but…how would I know they were okay?”

“Ah, see, here’s where you discover my wicked plan to make sure I get to keep seeing you—I can check them for you.”

“Ah. I see. You can make sure all is well…”

“Yep. Look in on you on a regular basis.” He dragged his fingers down over Trey’s belly.

“Between books.”

“Yeah? Do you have like a no-nookie when writing rule?” Because Lucien was pretty sure if Trey did, they’d already broken it.

“I think with you, I’ll need to have one.”

Lucien couldn’t help his pout, not even if he’d tried. He didn’t want a no-nookie rule with Trey. “That sounds…not very much fun.”

“No, but we’ll have to see. If you’re always this inspirational, I’ll be busy.”

Lucien tilted his head. “I inspired your writing or your libido?” He would be happy with either, really.

“The writing. The libido’s cool, but the writing…”

“I inspired your writing.” Lucien beamed at Trey, even though his lover couldn’t see it. “Do I get a dedication in the next book?” God, that made him happy. He was inspiring his favorite writer.

“You’ll have to read it to find out.”

“You know I will, even without the extra incentive.” Leaning in, he kissed Trey. “Now let me blow your mind and finish you up with the plug.” Then he’d show Trey the dildo.

Trey moaned for him, face perfectly expressive.

Lucien found those little nipples again, twisting and tugging them. Trey arched, moaned, every response offered up freely. This beautiful, talented man was amazing and Lucien was definitely falling hard. Trey grabbed his shoulders, held on to him.

“I won’t let you stumble,” he promised.

“I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

“Because you have good instincts and they’re telling you that I’m one of the good ones.”

“Maybe a really good one,” Trey added.

“I like to think so. I might be a bit biased.”

“A bit. Please, Lucien. I need you.”

“I’m not going to leave you hanging, baby.”

He went back to kissing Trey, to playing with those sweet nipples to make them ache and tingle. All the while, he held Trey’s wrists. He needed restraints, cuffs, but he didn’t know if Trey was ready for that. That kind of thing always took trust, but Lucien imagined the level of trust needed was even greater for a blind man.

He squeezed Trey’s wrists and let his hand dance down over the slender abs and on toward Trey’s cock. Trey spread his legs, hips rolling up in a clear offer.

“Needy boy.” He loved it. And Trey was going to love the dildo, love being able to fuck himself.

God, Lucien was going to love watching.

He wrapped his hand around Trey’s hardness and stroked it. Trey’s lips popped open, tongue flicking out, again and again. He teased the tip of Trey’s cock with his thumb, then let go, moving to stroke Trey’s balls.