Two Spirits, Page 3

  Why couldn't Trey be butt-ugly? Or a flamer? Either would make things easy.

  Instead Trey was perfectly masculine, lean and fit without the muscles of a guy who did serious bodybuilding. And the blond ponytail was about to drive him crazy. He had a thing for long hair. He loved freeing his braid and having a lover comb his fingers through it. He loved doing the same to a lover.

  He closed his eyes, breathed deeply and regretted it as the light scent of Trey's cologne had him wanting to press his mouth to Trey's throat and inhale deeply. He needed to deal with this and there were two choices. One, kick back and have some fun.

  No commitments. No expectations. Just go with the flow, take what was offered though casual with Trey would only make the cabin seem empty and the loneliness worse when he was gone.

  Or two, hold out. Fight the attraction and spend a lot of time jerking off in the shower.

  Yeah, that option held a lot of appeal.

  He didn't have a clue how to proceed. Say something about the chemistry that had him harder than he'd been in a long time? Don't say anything?

  It's not like they were in a gay bar or set up by friends. They were snugged up in his cabin with one bed, one sofa and a whole lot of togetherness. Which meant he was going to be totally miserable in his own place if something didn't give.

  He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and let the first words that presented themselves out. "Look. No surprises here. I'm gay. I—"

  "I'm not gay."

  "Yeah, I got that you're bi—"

  "I'm not bi."

  Fuck if that didn't ring one hundred percent true, which could only mean…

  Shit, the guy was in denial, total denial.

  Tenino's eyebrows went up and he had the satisfaction of watching Trey's face flame and his hands tighten on the top edge of the book. Okay, so not in complete denial which was a good thing because seriously, did Trey expect to be believed when he was using a book to hide a boner?

  Did he think I wouldn't notice?

  Trey ducked his head and a nearly overwhelming need to force the truth out of him just about cost Tenino his control. He stood before he gave in to the temptation to make Trey say, Okay, you're right, I'm gay.

  Not just gay, but a virgin. And that was enough reason to retreat to the bathroom.

  Tenino stripped and stepped into the shower stall, close to having most of his brains reside in his cock. He gave the hot water faucet a savage twist because there were only two cures for what ailed him, and taking a cold shower was only going to lead to more cold showers.

  He lathered his hands, wrapped one of them around his dick and cupped his balls with the other, giving in to the fantasy that his hands were Trey's hands.

  Fuck, he had it bad. But short of handcuffing Trey—

  Exquisite agony raced along the length of his cock. Shit, cuffing Trey to the bed and getting him to confess he was gay would be the sweetest confession he'd ever heard.

  Tenino closed his eyes and let his head tilt back. He tightened his hand on his shaft, stroked, ass clenching at the feel of foreskin over penis. Was Trey cut? Left natural?

  Either way he'd use his mouth on Trey. He'd use his hands on Trey. He'd take it slow at first, build the need, the anticipation. And then he'd use his cock on Trey and by the time they'd gotten to that point there'd be no doubt in either of their minds that Trey was gay.

  He'd make Trey's first time so good the only place he'd call home was the cabin and the only bed he'd want to be in was the one in the next room. There were teaching jobs close enough to Hohoq for Trey to commute back and forth. It could work—

  Getting a little ahead of yourself aren't you?

  Except… Hadn't Tenino thought Trey's showing up was like Marisa's and Clay's and Jessica's? Hadn't he felt a sense of rightness that'd had him looking for the Creator's cup, hoping to see it even believing that Trey was bi?

  Tenino slid his hand up and down on his cock. His buttocks flexed. His thighs bunched. Pleasure whipped through him with each stroke.

  He panted, thrust through the tight fist of his fingers as hot water struck his chest. Damn, just having Trey in the next room was making action with Mr. Hand fucking incredible. Not that he intended to make Mr. Hand a steady workout partner.

  Hell no. Trey wasn't leaving this cabin a virgin. And if he had his way, Trey's first male lover was going to be his only male lover.

  He stroked faster, his breath quickening, need building as he imagined Trey taking his cock, rocking back on it, begging for it. Oh yeah, oh yeah…

  Exquisite relief came with the rush of semen through his dick.

  He moaned, swayed, was lightheaded from the rush.

  He freed his cock and testicles to press his palms to the shower wall so he could stay upright. Damn, if that was what happened when he came just fantasizing about Trey, then the reality of coming with Trey was going to make him pass out.

  Yeah, well, he'd deal with it.

  Pushing away from the shower wall, he lathered his hands, this time to clean up the semen on his chest and abdomen. Now that he'd gotten a little relief he could think with the big head.

  He needed a plan. The trouble was, he'd never been in a situation like this one. His past lovers had all been experienced, some openly gay, others more discreet about it—but none of them in denial about wanting another man as a partner instead of a woman.

  Growing up, his sexual preference wasn't an issue, at least among those belonging to the Thunderbird. There was a name for it among The People. Two Spirited.

  He'd never denied his sexuality. Sure, he'd kept it private when he was a cop in L.A., and to a lesser extent when he was in San Francisco. It'd just been the easier course of action.

  So he got how Trey's denying being gay might have seemed like the right path. Probably wasn't easy to be out and a teacher. And he'd been caring for his mother.

  But the sleeping with women and pretending he was straight—time to stop. He was willing to cut Trey some slack on the denial. Some being the operative word because a phone call might come saying Patricia Veron was in custody. Meaning he had to make every minute count.

  Tenino grinned. He could do that. In fact, it'd become his personal mission to get Trey so hot and bothered that the guy would either have to retreat to the shower and jerk off—or face up to the chemistry.

  He wouldn't even make Trey beg to find out what it was like to be with another man. Well, he wouldn't make him beg very much.

  Tenino's cock hardened. For a split second he was tempted to take himself in hand and give in to the fantasy of Trey on his knees, blond hair freed from his ponytail, mouth delivering sweet torture and mind-blowing ecstasy.

  He fisted his hand rather than reach for his shaft. The grin turned into a grimace with the realization that his plan was going to involve a whole lot of suffering—for Trey and for him.

  Turning off the water, he left the shower and toweled dry. The jeans were still wet but even if they hadn't been, there was no way his cock would stand for him putting them back on.

  He wrapped the towel around his waist. Don't want to spook the schoolteacher, he thought, the grin returning.

  How perfect was that? A cop and a schoolteacher paired up and playing house?

  He snickered, which was better than a moan of pain. 'Cause as soon as he opened the bathroom door and Trey looked up long enough to get an eyeful, fire streaked through his cock and up his spine.

  Tenino crossed to the area that served as his bedroom and put on navy blue sweatpants. He left the shirt off. More clothing wasn't consistent with the plan to get Trey to admit to being gay.

  He had a good body and he wanted Trey to see it—up close and very personal. And that wasn't vanity speaking, just self-awareness and a confidence that came with being completely comfortable in his skin.

  The Creator had blessed him with nice looks to begin with. Being a cop and taking physical fitness seriously had honed that body into something other men had found attractive
in the past, though what he really wanted was for one particular man—Trey—to find him irresistible in the present and the future.

  Tenino rubbed his palm over his nipple. His dick jerked and his abdomen quivered. Oh yeah, this plan was going to involve a whole lot of suffering.

  He dropped onto the couch right on the edge of violating Trey's personal space. "You play video games?"

  Trey closed the book. It was absolutely pointless to pretend he could read a single word, much less a complete page with Tenino in the room, shirtless and sitting so close.

  "I play some," he admitted. He didn't prefer video games over reading, but he enjoyed them and they gave him a way to connect with his students, especially the boys. And time on the Xbox during the school day was a powerful reward for helping some of those boys achieve academic and behavioral goals.

  "How about a game then?" Tenino asked. "We can keep it tame, something like racing cars."

  "Yeah, sounds good." Anything to keep him busy and his thoughts and hands off Tenino would be good. He was hyperaware of Tenino's smooth, bare chest and hardened nipples, of the erection pressed against the sweats—Tenino's and his own hard-on.

  It was all he could do not to look toward the bed, not that the wide, comfortable couch wouldn't serve, or the thick rug in front of the fireplace. He shivered and it wasn't from cold. His heart thumped loud and hard, tapping out the same Morse-coded message it had when Tenino had stepped into the sheriff's office. Touch me. Suck me. Fuck me.

  Tenino pushed off the couch, heading for the bookcase lined with games and holding the controllers. Trey took a shaky breath. He felt exactly like what he was, a virgin on a first date.

  Just go with it. Just ease into it. Let Tenino make the first move. Because there was no doubt in his mind Tenino would make a move. He may have backed off, but it wouldn't last.

  And I don't want his restraint to last.

  His stomach fluttered at the magnitude of that admission. The entire time Tenino had been in the shower he'd imagined going into the bathroom, stripping, stepping underneath the hot spray of water and admitting he was gay, admitting to the attraction as soapy hands explored and lips touched for the first time.

  Here was a chance to stop denying the truth about his sexuality. He wasn't a kid anymore, didn't have to worry about schoolyard bullies. He didn't have to be scared about what acting on his fantasies would do to his career. His students, their parents, and his school administrators were a long way away from Hohoq.

  The place probably wasn't even on the map. And if it was … So what.

  Tenino might be gay, but he had law-and-order protector stamped as thoroughly on him as his Native American heritage. He wasn't going to be posting pictures online or bragging about conquests.

  Tenino returned to the same place he'd claimed previously, close enough for his body heat and the scent of soap to become a sensual assault. He offered a game controller, Trey took it, looked away quickly when Tenino stretched his legs out and used the coffee table for a foot rest, the position making his erection press boldly against the front of his sweatpants.

  It was a subtle dare, a blatant acknowledgement of attraction. I could end the suffering now by just saying something.

  He knew why he wouldn't. Understood why he couldn't make himself lift the book off his lap and place it on the table.

  He set the game controller on the book.

  Tenino laughed, let it go and the sexual tension faded to manageable as they raced and the heat of competition dominated.

  Trey lost, more than once, but he made Tenino sweat for his victories.

  At a few minutes past midnight, Tenino tossed his game controller onto the coffee table. "I've had enough of that kind of entertainment."

  Their eyes met and Trey's mouth went dry while the rest of him went up in flames. He might as well have been a rabbit in a snare. He couldn't have moved if he tried. Couldn't have stopped Tenino from taking the controller and tossing it onto the coffee table next to the other one, then lifting the book and dropping it onto the dark wood.

  Trey's cock bobbed and licked across the inside of the sweats. His lips parted and he didn't resist when Tenino pushed him backward onto the couch cushions and then positioned himself on top, hard cock touched to hard cock and separated only by soft material.

  Pleasure shuddered through him. He moaned, and heated dark eyes stared hungrily into his as Tenino thrust, rubbing cock against cock. "You still want to claim you aren't gay?"

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  Chapter 3

  No, Trey thought, exquisite sensation engulfing him in molten waves of needy heat. His hips lifted, his cock rubbed against Tenino's in silent acknowledgement of his sexuality.

  "I can cuff you, work a confession out of you if that's what it takes," Tenino threatened, his breathing a little ragged. "Answer the question. You still want to claim you aren't gay?"

  "No."

  Tenino rocked against him and Trey's thighs widened. Another shudder of pleasure originated in his cock.

  "Say it, Trey."

  The heat in Tenino's eyes and feral tightness of lips that'd probably made hundreds of other guys scream warned that he'd pursue this confession relentlessly.

  Trey's ass clamped. A pulse traveled the length of his cock and exited as precum. "I'm gay already. Okay?"

  His heart stuttered, fluttered like a caged bird about to panic. Shouldn't admitting it out loud, confessing it to someone else for the first time free him?

  Tenino's eyes darkened. His mouth lowered. "You ever been with another man?"

  "No." It came out husky, needy, a lifetime of want held in a two-letter word.

  "Good."

  Good?

  The fluttering in his chest migrated to his stomach, had his cock lifting away from his abs and straining to get clear of the sweats. He thrust upward. Tenino's mouth swooped downward.

  An expert tongue parted his lips, drove into his mouth. He moaned, eyes closing with the onslaught of pleasure. Scent aside, cocks aside, a flat chest instead of full breasts, and he'd still know he was being kissed by a man and not a woman.

  A dominant, take charge man. Any possibility of denying his sexuality again burned away in the scorching heat that was Tenino.

  It felt so good to have Tenino lying on top of him, their cocks pressing together as their tongues thrust and retreated, tangled. It felt better than anything he'd ever experienced; it felt profoundly right.

  And there was no reason to deny himself. At least not tonight, or tomorrow, or for however long he remained in Hohoq.

  His hands went to Tenino's hair and undid the braid. His heart thrilled at the shudder of pleasure that went through Tenino.

  He swallowed Tenino's groan and wanted to coax more of them from him. He combed through Tenino's hair, fingertips sliding over deeply tanned skin and firm muscles.

  Tenino's hips jerked. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted onto an elbow and freed Trey's ponytail with a tug Trey felt in his cock.

  If he could have, he'd have gotten rid of the sweats, made it easier for Tenino to reach between them and grasp his cock. And he'd go off the instant he felt another man's hand on his dick.

  More precum wet the tip of his cock. By now it'd probably soaked through and was visible at the front of the light gray sweats.

  He didn't care. No point in caring when his being turned on was already obvious.

  Tenino gripped Trey's hair, deepened the kiss, turning it into something dominant, possessive, insistent.

  Trey moaned. He pushed his hands beneath the waistband of Tenino's sweats and grabbed a taut, muscled ass.

  Tenino thrust and Trey matched it. They fucked against each other, tongues thrusting, rubbing, battling.

  Panting, Tenino said, "Lose the shirt."

  Trey got rid of it, nearly came when their chests touched. He'd gone a lifetime needing this, craving this, denying himself this.

  More arousal coated his cock head. He wanted to push his sweats downward and d
o the same to Tenino's. For the first time in his life, he felt emboldened by the erection he'd gotten because of another man.

  Tenino's mouth slammed down on his again, carnal, forceful.

  He speared his fingers through Tenino's hair, loving the way Tenino didn't hold back. Masculine lips crushed his and the thrust of Tenino's tongue said, I'm going to fucking take you. I'm going to ram my cock into your ass and you're going to love it.

  He would love it. He knew he would.

  Hardened nipples touched, rubbed and sent icy-hot spikes of pleasure straight to his cock. He stroked Tenino's powerful, muscled buttocks.

  They flexed against his palms and he imagined them doing the same as Tenino's cock pistoned in and out of his ass.

  "You want to claim that a woman will still do it for you?" Tenino asked, breathing as fast as Trey was breathing.

  "No." He didn't want to think at all.

  Tenino slid downward, put his mouth on a nipple and bit and Trey's dick jumped. He cried out, arched his back.

  Tenino bit him again and again and there was no dodging the streaks of pleasure shooting straight to his cock. He grasped Tenino's hair again, tugged.

  Tenino sucked a nipple.

  "Fuck, fuck," Trey panted, hips jerking.

  He spread his legs wider and dark satisfaction glittered in Tenino's eyes. "We'll get to that."

  His heart had given up tapping Morse code and was now on a mission to pump every drop of blood into his cock. Forget that, it'd taken up residence in his dick and was screaming down here, down here!

  And Tenino was going down, not taking his time to get there, not kissing his way over abs but standing and jerking the sweats to mid-thigh.

  Trey's breath caught, his dick pulled away from his stomach, trying to go vertical and propel itself to Tenino's mouth.

  His heart split so a third of it pounded in his cock, a third of it pounded in his skull and what was left was doing a gymnastic routine between his rib cage and dick. And then Tenino's hand wrapped around his shaft, callused and big and hot, so incredibly hot.

  Pleasure drove Trey's head back and his hips upward. "Please," he panted, ready to go off with a hand job if Tenino denied the blowjob.