Introductions

-- OC sex in this part and the next. You have been warned! --

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Part 26

He woke with a sudden jerk, his eyes widening to stare at the empty bed around him.
"El? Robert?" he called, worried somehow that... but no, he knew they'd never leave. Not without him, anyway, no matter what the tiny voice in his head insisted. It reminded him of the dreams he'd had when he and Elliot had been... strained.

That little voice grew louder by the moment until Trevor was almost ready to scream. His hands roamed the sheets, hoping to find some lingering warmth that would tell him the others had just gotten up and were maybe making coffee or in the bathroom or... something. Something simple, something innocent, something that didn't end with him being alone.

And again, he wanted to scream at finding only cool, soft cotton.

He should have known, he thought sadly and angrily. Should have known they'd... and why wouldn't they? Both of them so... born human, so amazing. How could he compare, much less compete?

One hand rose to his mouth and he gnawed at a cuticle as he tried to stay calm.
They knew what he was, knew where he'd come from. He should have expected them to just...

"Trev?" Elliot frowned at his lover's furrowed brow. "You okay, love? What's going on?" He paused in the doorway for a moment then moved as quickly as he could to the bed without running.

He sat on the edge, one hand finding the dark-haired man's shoulder and rubbing it lightly. "Baby...?" he tried again, becoming even more confused when the younger man suddenly flung his arms around him and held him hard. "Trev... what's wrong?" He was actually scared.

Trevor shook his head and held on to the older man harder, a broad smile crossing his face as he pressed himself closer. "Nothing... nothing, El. I'm just... not used to waking up alone anymore, I guess. I'm fine."

One slender blond brow arched even as Elliot's arms wrapped around his lover's sleep-warmed body. "Ah... guess we should have woken you, then." He had no idea of why Trevor was lying to him but... it didn't seem important at the moment. Not as long as Trev was holding him so tightly, and definitely not when...

"Robert wanted to watch a movie on the plasma screen. I was just getting him settled in the loft with a few DVDs and snacks for after he finishes his breakfast." He didn't mention the part about Robert saying he'd be out there for at least a few hours and not to worry about him; that he'd be fine there if Elliot and Trevor wanted to spend the time getting 'reacquainted'.

And suddenly Trevor felt incredibly stupid. No, more than stupid. He felt like the idiot his sister had called him. That didn't keep him from rubbing his cheek against Elliot's shoulder and purring, though. And why the HELL was he feeling so uncertain? He was SURE about him and Elliot, and equally sure about the both of them and Robert.

"Mmmm... what's he watching...? And don't I get any breakfast, baby?" He lifted his head, his eyes bright and warm brown as he met the pale, shining blue ones mere inches away.

Elliot laughed softly. "He's got the Die Hard trilogy, love..." he murmured, leaning in for a slow, thorough kiss, pressing Trevor back against the sheets slowly. "And you'll get breakfast... as soon as I have mine..."

It was the smug and suggestive look on El's face that told him what the other man was talking about just as much as the nimble fingers dipping into the waist of the 'Montana' sweat pants he'd bought when they'd stopped the day before. "El... wh-what are you...?"

The blond smiled softly and pressed his lips to the younger man's again, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of his lips for a moment as his hand moved lower under the soft cloth. His free hand stroked silky dark hair back from the unlined forehead as he pressed into the hot, wet cavern of teeth, tongue and gums.

Those strong, slightly calloused finger wrapped around him and Trevor gasped, finally participating in the wickedly, sinfully desired dance of tongue on tongue. "Gods! El!" he gasped, dragging himself away from that tempting touch, "We... can't! Robert!"

"Robert's happy in the barn, baby," Elliot murmured, the loss of his lover's mouth simply sending his lips across one slightly rough cheek to the soft dangle of an earlobe. "He'll be... busy... for at least a couple hours." He nibbled that lobe, then sucked at it gently as his hand began a slow, stroking motion on the flesh it was wrapped around. "I'm hoping," he breathed wickedly, "That we will be too..."

Trevor groaned, his cock springing quickly to life as his head pressed back against the bed. "Gods... El... I've missed..." He sat up slightly, dragging the t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Less than a moment later, he found himself supine again, one hand resting on Elliot's head, fingers tangled in short blond hair. "Gods, baby... I'm so yours..."

He smiled against the sleek neck as he moved lower, lips and tongue caressing strong pecs, nuzzling through the small diamond-shaped patch of soft dark hair between. "Missed this too... Master..." he whispered teasingly, slowly laving one small nipple, teasing it to a tight point.

"Fuck," Trevor moaned, his hand on the blond's head pushing him lower at the reminder of the original state of their relationship, although it had definitely become more fluid in the last few months. "That's a good boy," he murmured shakily as he felt his lover pressing soft, wet kisses down his torso. "Strip me," he said although his tone made it more a request than a demand.

Elliot smiled to himself, even as he pulled away from the soft olive skin and pulled his occupied hand from beneath the sweats. "I love obeying, Master," he murmured, slowly hooking his thumbs in the waist of the material and gently, carefully stretching the elastic to work it down over Trevor's throbbing shaft, tense thighs, flexing calves. Finally, he stood and moved to the end of the bed, one hand caressing each foot, stroking the arch as he removed the sweat pants completely. He dropped them to the floor and waited, his own sweats tented mightily.

Trevor shivered a bit at the knowledge that he would finally be with his lover again. It had been... days now, and maybe it was just because his body was so young, but... that was far TOO long, especially after their long drought not so long ago. Add in the fact that his El was just standing there waiting, and... He swallowed hard and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his knees spreading wide as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, stroking softly and slowly. "Look at me," he said, not commanding or demanding but simply... asking. "Tell me what you want."

His eyes found Trevor's first, then traveled slowly down his body, finally stopping at the beauty his love held in his hand. "Let me taste you, Trev... feel you in my mouth. I want... I want to make you cum. Will you let me?"

The brunette frowned and shook his head suddenly. "Shit. I... El, would..." he sighed and stood, moving towards the other man quickly and pulling him tight against him. "I don't want this," he finally said.

Elliot blinked in the close embrace, almost thinking his heart was going to stop beating. "I... you don't want...? What, Trev?" He frowned and squeezed his eyes closed. "Y-you don't want ME?" He wished he'd been expecting it, but he really hadn't. He'd honestly thought that... being just an ordinary human was good enough, but... obviously he'd been wrong. He steeled himself for the words he feared were coming, although he knew that even with years to get ready it would still hurt to know for sure.

And apparently he wasn't the only one who was still kind of insecure, Trevor realized even as he shook his head and kissed Elliot hard. "No... never that, baby..." he murmured, holding the older man closer still as his hands roamed his clothed body needily. "I just..." he pulled back a bit to meet the confused blue eyes. "Can we just be us? Elliot and Trevor? I... fuck, I just... I don't want to play Master, okay?" He blushed slightly and gave his lover a sheepish smile. "I'm not saying we won't be pulling out the collar and leash again, but... I think... haven't we moved past that, baby? Can't we just be... us?"

It wasn't what he'd be expecting; in fact it was something he'd only ever hoped to hear. Then again, they'd been mostly just 'them' for a while, but... he'd thought Trev missed the way they'd been in the beginning. Of course, he hadn't enjoyed it as much as he'd expected to on the occasions when Trevor had played servant to his Master either, so... "Yeah, baby..." he murmured, his arms finally returning the tight hold as his lips found one soft, prickly cheek. "Us. I'd love that..."

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(A/N: And I'm back with a brand spanking new laptop! LOL Meaning I might be able to start writing again sometime soon.

Many thanks to DaniKitten, manda, TheShadowCat & Kat for the reviews on part 25. :)

Dani: Don't worry. It'll all work out in the end... I think. Haven't gotten to that part yet. LOL

manda: Thanks so much for letting me know you like it. :) And yep, this series is my first Spander though I do admit to having written some Spangel in the past. LOL Hopefully the outcome won't disappoint. Or no more so than is necessary to set up the next part of the series. *winks*

TheShadowCat: Well, I seriously doubt they'll get away with it. *snerk* Or not in the end, anyway. Of course, who REALLY knows where the end will be? *I* for damned sure don't. *grumps* This whole series has taken on a life of its own. And that was a damned fine threat, and here was the next part so I'd say it worked. LOL

Kat: *laughs* Yeah, I'm kinda liking Hypatia although she seems to be having some sort of a crisis at the mo'. *sniggers* And yes, seeing as you have entered Tis-ville boldly and of your own free will, freakiness does and will abound. *snerk* Hope you enjoy the ride... please keep arms and legs inside vehicle at all times. LOL

Thanks again, guys... REALLY! *hugs*)