TAKING OVER TROFIM (Dominion of Brothers series Book 4) (12 page)

“I leave this evening; can we not talk about it?”

“Sure.” Shay nodded and led him to his car parked at the far end of the crowded lot to take him home.

They climbed into the car, but Shay hesitated a moment glancing at Trofim then the console that separated them. “You think maybe I can get enough out of this thing to maybe get one of them old impala’s or something with a bench seat?”

“He really left you with nothing?”

Shay didn’t answer, starting the car, threw it in gear, and pulled out.

They rode in silence. And Trofim knew it was no good. Too many ghosts. He watched the tension twitch in Shay’s jaw, his eyes distant, not really focused on the road. Trofim turned and glanced out the window, seeing no more than his lover did, but he heard his brother’s voice in his head, and the pain seared at him that they were just going to have to figure out how to get through this.

~~ Did it hurt less when you were apart? —  —No. No, it did not. —  —Then is it not worth it to endure it together?~~

He turned back to Shay, to his knuckles white from clenching at the wheel. His face so tight. Trofim reached out and gently placed his fingers on Shay’s cheek. Something broke inside his man and Shay quickly pulled the car to a vacant curb and turned looking at him. So much pain damned up in Shay’s grey eyes. An avalanche ready to explode and Trofim felt a similar pressing against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” Shay whispered.

Trofim’s head jerked side to side before he could think, “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He cupped Shay’s jaw and then leaned over to kissing him.

They drove the rest of the way home, Shay’s hand stroking over Trofim’s thigh, while his own hand was tirelessly at Shay’s neck, tickling the short hairs at the back of his head. When they got inside, they fell into a hug that seemed to have no expiration date and it felt good being held. Even if they were both unstable on their own, together they could weather through anything.
He hoped
.

Later, they feasted on an early lunch using the left-overs from last night’s dinner and then Shay followed Trofim into his room to watch as he finished packing.

“You know, if we’re going to start seeing each other again—” Trofim started up the only conversation he could think of that wouldn’t lead to the discussion of Shay’s father or what his brothers were fighting about.

“Seeing each other? This isn’t dating, honey. You’re mine and that’s it. End of discussion.” Shay firmly corrected the definition of their relationship while poking through Trofim’s aftershave bag, sniffing out the selection of colognes. Taking favoritism to one and dabbed a bit on his wrists.

The crispy beach scent Set Sail Martinique created by Tommy Bahamas had always been a favorite for Trofim and just the idea of having Shay drenched in the fragrance while rubbing against him made Trofim weak in his defiance. Trofim swallowed hard, “Okay but we need to set some ground rules.”

“Such as?” Shay dropped the kit beside the suitcase and moved around the bed coming for him.

Trofim’s mouth twitched nervously and he swallowed hard. “Like, I’m not going to be bottom all the time.”

Shay stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at him with a blank expression, but slowly turned amused.

Trofim swallowed again. The Adam’s apple bobbing like a lump in his throat. “I haven’t been a bottom since we were together.”

Shay took another step towards him. His expression shifting to something on the cusp of predatory. Trofim countered by taking a step back.

“Is that how you dealt with our separation? Tried to screw me out of your system?”

“Let me remind you, I wasn’t a bottom before I met you either.” Trofim said defensively.

“And that’s why you were never satisfied.” Shay took another step toward him. The thrill of the new cat and mouse game beamed over his face immensely.

Trofim tried to counter step again, but his legs hit the night stand. He was out of room. His breath deepened just as Shay took two more steps, closing the gap. Shay’s eyes, grey like the morning sky when the night turned to twilight, when he’d go out to row, told him he had already lost this argument. Shay had always been the top from the very get-go of their relationship. Shay had an aura about him, aside from being sexually bossy, and possessive.

Trofim swallowed again, more from just trying to keep from drowning. The very act of Shay stalking him had some elevation effects taking place inside his body, igniting some largely untouched arousals. But, Trofim didn’t see the sense in giving in as easily either.
Where was the fun in that?
“If you want me to bottom, you’ll have to put me in my place. I don’t see how it benefits me to go down willingly without some debate.”

And just then Shay dropped down, grabbed Trofim’s legs, and hoisted them off the floor, flinging Trofim onto his back atop of the bed and the clothes meant for packing, “On the ground, the floor, the bed. Doesn’t matter.” Shay suggested and before Trofim could right himself, Shay had his legs twisting like a pretzel, flipping Trofim to his stomach in seconds flat. Putting Trofim right where Shay wanted him. “So long as I am inside you.”

The man wasted no time and Trofim felt Shay’s hands grabbing his sweat pants and briefs, all in one, and yanked them down, tugging them until they were free of his legs. Shay dropped a knee on the bed between Trofim’s legs, running his hands up each one until Shay came up on his ass. Trofim felt Shay’s hands groping each fleshy cheek, then spreading them wide. The set-up followed by the warm wet tongue right over his perineum, then up over his sphincter. That alone had Trofim completely silenced and willing to accept his place.

He let out a sudden gasp under the collision of soft and firm laving rolls of Shay’s tongue, rimming his tight hole and then suddenly feeling teeth on his ass had him jumping. Shay chewed into the soft flesh, licked, then chewed again.

“Shit. Shay, don’t leave a mark. I have to do swimsuits in London.”

Shay let out a lascivious grumble and Trofim could feel the devilish grin against his ass, then a wicked tongue licked along the curve, followed with some more playful sucking and chewing, with only a hint of caution.

There was a momentary hesitation and then there were hot kisses over one cheek, then the other, down until that wicked tongue was lapping at his balls. A hard breath expelled in a loud groan. But from there out, Trofim found he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think beyond words other than
now, please now
.

The air was stuck in his chest as his balls were sucked into the welcoming heat of Shay’s mouth. Trofim’s whole world was narrowed down to this bed and this man.

He found himself moaning into his pillow as Shay licked the thin skin behind his balls and moved up until the tongue was returning to the rimming, licking him open. Over and over, making Trofim involuntarily push back into Shay’s face. Shay didn’t seem to pay any attention, just licking and stabbing until Trofim was begging him to climb up and fuck him.
Please
.

Shay dove in between Trofim’s cheeks and licked over the puckered hole, leaving it well teased and wet, then without pre-empted warning abandoned him.

Trofim flung Shay a look over his shoulders as Shay moved up on the bed, piled a few pillows up, and then rested back on them, just staring at him as if he had all day to just look at him. Knowing Shay, that was exactly what he intended. Perhaps later, sometime this evening he’d move on to some serious kissing. Trofim preferably before it was time for him to head for the airport.

“You do know I have to leave in a few hours.”

Shay took in a long deep breath. His eyes beaming. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to move on to the kissing. Come up here next to me.”

“Yeah, okay, but you still have clothes on.”

“Mmmm,” Shay’s arms instantly wrapped around Trofim and pulled him in closer before scooping up the back of Trofim’s head, and brought their mouths together to the plan of a long relaxing, leisurely kiss as he rolled them over and coming over Trofim. “I don’t have to be naked for what I want to do right now.”

Trofim squirmed under him wriggling free from the kiss. “But you do for what I want.”

“Shhh, we’re kissing right now and talking gets in the way of that.”

Trofim caught Shay’s hand and pulled it down along his belly to the hard-on begging to be touched. Shay pulled up, hand included and shot him a perplexed glare, “Since when have you become the demanding sort?”

“Oh, look who’s talking.” Trofim forced himself up on elbows, “You barged in on me at the boathouse, shanghaied my phone and held it for ransom. You jumped me at the hospital then called, making offers to nail me to the bed for several days. I’m just pushing you to step up the game and nail me.”

“I distinctly remember you accusing me of nothing more than trying to get one last gay on. So, I figured I’d slow the pace down so you wouldn’t feel used, honey.”

Trofim’s expression pinched up like a mouse’s face at Shay’s sarcasm.

Shay only smiled more, “Say what’s on your mind, my love.”

As much as he loved Shay’s petting, he didn’t want to take the long transatlantic flight all wound up and horny, all because they ran out of time to get to the end of their love making adventure. But, even after five years, Shay still seemed capable of maintaining his control against Trofim’s eager prodding. Shay always called it his talent for developing healthy sexual frustration. Trofim just saw it as frustrating, especially now. “Where do I start?”

“Start with one thing. If you could only say one thing to sum it all up, what would it be?” Shay gloated over him.

“Just one thing?” Trofim looked at him skeptically.

Shay’s mouth moved up in a smirkish twist, “Always the best way to get to the heart of it.”

“Think it’s easy, you start.”

“I can sum it up in three words.” Shay turned smug, yet there was some warmth melting behind it as well.

“Just three? Let’s hear it.”

Shay leaned in, pushing him into the bed with the pressure of his lips against his, “I—” Shay kissed him, “Love—” another kiss, “You—”

Trofim’s arms instantly went up and wrapped around Shay’s neck, while pulling a leg up to wrapped over his hips. There was no questioning where Trofim was right now. With those words, he was completely turned over to the man. “Then show me.” Trofim whispered in a brief pause of their kiss.

When the next kiss came crushing into him like a swirling emotion, Trofim forgot everything but Shay’s unhurried embrace and the kiss that was made to last a life time.
Theirs
.

Shay made love to him. Never leaving the tangle of legs or arms as Trofim kept wrapped around him. He never once attempted to change their position, sensing somehow Trofim needed to be able to hang onto him, forever infused in a hug.

Trofim clung to Shay’s neck and shoulders. His legs around Shay’s waist with ankles locked behind the small of his back. There was no throttling, just the constant curling of Shay’s hips as his cock slid in and out of the silk lined walls of Trofim’s ass that was every bit of passion from their heart seared in with lust and heat.

Their husky breaths chorused together as beads of sweat broke out over their bodies and mingled into one another like everything else they poured out. Mind boggling, pain numbing, rapture. Their undulating forms grinding against one another until they worked each other up to the finale.

Trofim held on so tightly his cock was lodged within the tight crevice of their bodies and the constant friction made by them. But Shay’s curling movements had Trofim catapulting to his release sooner than usual. He gulped at the air with little whimpers mingled with Shay’s own husky growls, trying to maintain some orgasmic self-control. He didn’t want it to end too soon. But more so he wanted to cum with Shay.

Shay’s hand shifted, going from propping weight to exploring sweat sheened skin and then back to giving support under him while the rest of him moved without rest. The building euphoria they shared made thinking difficult, even the attempt to kiss became a struggle between delirium and heavy breaths until finally neither of them could hold back any longer.

Shay’s body tensed up, the muscles in his neck and shoulders contorted and his growling dropped an octave as he groaned. His hips curled in tight, shoving his cock home one last time and his entire body shook.

Trofim felt the pulsing in his ass, and the hot splash of cum inside. But it was that sound Shay made that did Trofim in. He risked letting go of Shay’s neck so he could grab his own dick. It wasn’t that he needed the extra stimulation to go over the edge, rather he needed it to ride the intensity out. A pleasure so great that for a split second it almost hurt until they finally both let out hard forced gusts of air. Breaths expelled with the release of tension from their seized bodies, then collapsed into each other’s arms limply where they were, letting time freeze for a few moments.

Time stopped, and for the first time in so long, Trofim was reminded why Shay carried no worries or fear when they were together. At this very moment none of that mattered. It was a world of trouble that would be there no matter what, but it was out there. In here, in Shay’s limp embrace, with the husky breath that panted on the side of Trofim’s neck and while the weight of his lover’s body held him encapsulated to the bed— it was just them and nothing could touch them.

Trofim nestled back into his lover’s arms, right where he had always belonged. He could stay right here and never move again, and he’d be perfectly happy with that. But, as the bliss wore off, he realized the rest of the world wouldn’t and he needed to understand some of it. “Tell me more about Sarah.”

Shay nearly growled at him, “You’re not going to start that back up again are you?”

“No. But, I need you to set me straight. Please, because it still hurts.”

Shay let out a sigh against his neck, like some fair resolve, and kissed him, “Okay.” He planted several more kisses on Trofim’s neck. “My father is friends with hers. They set it all up, but I managed to hold it off because I said it would be impossible for me to make her happy, and study for mid-terms at the same time. They went along with it.”