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A few days have passed since Trevor visited the De Santa residence. Michael was starting to get confused and wondered what he was up to. He wasn't getting any constant calls, texts or voice messages and he didn't come over at all. Mister De Santa had to admit he liked the silence, but he was also kind of missing the company of the crazed meth-head. Michael thought for a hot minute, and he finally decided to give him a call.
Trevor picked up on the first ring, surprisingly.
"Hey, M!" Trevor greeted in that usual deep raspy voice of his, sounding more cheerful than usual. Michael had to admit he was both happy and relieved to hear him.
"Hey, T, you wanna come over later? Have a couple drinks?" Michael asked him, secretly hoping he'd say yes. If he didn't then what else was he gonna do? Jerking off in bed all day sounded time-killing. Yeah, that was a better idea.
"You know what I was actually thinking about coming over today." Trevor admitted. And Michael could just hear the smirk in his voice, something was definitely up.
"What are you planning, Trevor?" Michael deadpanned, leaning back against the couch and waiting for an answer.
"Nothing, Mikey! I can be nice sometimes, y'know." Trevor was quick to defend himself. This only served to make Michael's suspicions grow even more.
"It's a surprise.." The man on the other end added after a few seconds of silence. Michael knew this 'surprise' was no good. Instead of saying anything further he let out a long sigh and held the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. "I'll be at your house in a bit. Later." And then the call shortly ended with a click.
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Michael nearly jumped at the unexpected sound of loud, booming knocks. Standing up from his spot on the couch in a fluid motion and stomping over to the door. Who is this maniac?
Michael was ready to yell at whoever was knocking so loudly on his door, but when he swung it open he stood dumbfounded instead. "T?"
Trevor shoved past him, a tray of some sort in his hands. Michael wasn't quick enough to see what it was. He shrugged to himself, shutting the door and heading back to the living room.
"The hell is that." Michael demanded, anger evident in his voice. He entered the room and stood expectantly. When Trevor turned to him he looked giddy. Smiling wide and holding a tray of..
"Are those cupcakes?"
"Yuppers, my friend." The balding man answered with a nod. Holding them out to Michael and presenting them like a child.
"I passed out four times making them but here." He walked over to a confused Michael and placed the tray of cupcakes in his hands. "Try one."
"Trevor, these look-" Michael's mouth hung open, searching for words, staring at the treats like someone put something bad in them. They icing looked almost liquid-y. It looked like-
"You look like someone shit in your scrambled eggs. Try one, Mikey." Trevor insisted again, psychically manhandling him and forcing him to take a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Trevor.." Michael stared at the tray on the marble surface. He didn't want to eat these. But he also didn't want to turn Trevor away, he would never leave him alone until he tried one.
"It's my special recipe." Trevor abruptly informed him in a way-too-suggestive voice, placing his hand on his friends shoulder and squeezing lightly before continuing, "Just one bite, Mikey. And I'll be out of your hair." Trevor was speaking in that voice. The one he uses when talking to prostitutes he picks up off the streets.
Michael shook the thought away. He looked closer at the cupcakes and finally realized what the weird substance was. The man let out a small gasp as a very-visible shade of pink dusted over his cheeks. "Trevor, you.."
"Come on.. try one." Trevor tempted him once more, putting his right arm around his shoulders and taking one of the treats with his other. He held the cupcake in-front of Michael's mouth, smiling innocently like he had no clue what was making him look like a damn tomato.
After a few seconds Michael accepts the cupcake, taking a generous bite out of it. A small moan hitches in his throat and Trevor chuckles in his ear.
"Something wrong, Michael?" He asks smugly. And when Michael looks at him through the corner of his eye there's a shit-eating grin on his face. He almost snarls until Trevor digs his fingers into his neck, he moans instead.
Michael takes the food in his own hand, and takes another bite. Chewing slowly.
In a sudden movement Trevor's hand is on his knee, slowly trailing up. And he realizes how aroused he is at the moment. He keeps taking bites out of the cupcake until there's nothing left, and Trevor's hand is inches away from the half-hard bulge in his pants.
This feels so.. dirty. But sort of in a good way.
He eagerly lifts another cupcake up to his mouth, takes a bite, and starts consuming it. He inhales sharply through his nose when he feels Trevor's hand cup him through his pants, a muffled moan bubbling up his throat. Trevor must be enjoying this, motherfucker.
Michael drops the cupcake on the counter and wraps a hand around Trevor's wrist while trying to stifle any more of his noises. "Trevor-"
The older man shushed him, going for his belt and slowly undoing it. Michael doesn't stop him, he just sits there watching Trevors every movement as his breath quickens even more. Face heating up in arousal.
Michael is growing desperate by the minute, and the thought of someone just walking in, seeing how needy Michael is being right now, how hard he is..
"Trevor- Trevor please-" The younger man almost whines, shifting in his seat so his whole body is facing Trevor. He grips the mans forearms desperately and grinds up against nothing.
"I'm getting there, Mikey.." He soothed, now unzipping Michael's pants, he seems to be eager too. Michael lets out a little snicker that turns into a soft whine.
Trevor's hand cups Michael through his boxers, rubbing gently and seeing how the younger man reacts. He's satisfied when Michael cries out, doubles over — nearly falling off the chair — and clutches Trevor's hand so tight his nails are digging into his skin.
There's a wet spot spread over the front of his underpants now. And Michael can't stand another second not being touched.
"Could you p- please hurry.. Trevor-" Michael managed out through a strained voice.
"You can wait a little longer, Michael." Trevor mumbles, teasing him.
"I need it, Trev, I— fuck!" He gets cut off by Trevor suddenly sticking his hand into the mans boxers and rubbing at the wet tip with his thumb. Trevor laughs at him.
"You're so easy, Michael." Trevor mutters in his ear, and the other man doesn't have time to register his words because Trevor immediately starts to give his dick slow, long strokes that have him whimpering and thrusting into his fist. His hand shoots up and curls into Trevor's hair on instinct, yanking and feeling the rumble of a quiet groan against him. He shivers and pulls Trevor closer.
"More- more please oh fuck-" Michael presses himself against Trevor's body, his other hand that was clutching the man's wrist starts clawing through the thin fabric on Trevor's back. His grip on Michael's cock tightens as he lets out a small growl, the younger man whimpers.
"You little whore." Trevor whispered in a playful, seductive voice. The words went straight to Michael's groin and he let out a high-pitched whine. He wanted more of that, so fucking much. He wants Trevor to turn him into a mess, more than anything in the world right now.
"So good, Tr- Trevor, so so good-" Michael panted, struggling to not make any sounds of pleasure in-between his words. He was already embarrassing himself enough by letting Trevor do this to him.
"Don't hold back, sugartits. I wanna hear those pretty little noises.." The older man rumbled, lips brushing over Michael's ear.
Michael moans softly and shivers upon hearing the pet name. He really likes it when Trevor calls him names like that, he can't deny it. But now he's getting really desperate and he needs Trevor to hurry up and make him finish already.
"P- Please just- ah- I need you Trevor-" Michael moaned, he whimpers as he feels Trevor tugging his boxers down a little bit and pulls out his full length, the younger man gasps and keens. "Yes- yes-"
"So pretty." Trevor murmured, making Michael shiver again. Trevor strokes the man's cock at a faster pace, thumbing at the sensitive tip.
"Trevor- oh fuck, I can't-" Michael moaned, squeezing his thighs together. He can't stop moving, eating up every ounce of praise Trevor gives him. Taking in the other man's touch as he feels a knot form in his stomach, "I- I need you so much, Trevor-"
"So eager.." Trevor purred, smiling slyly at the younger man. He knows how Michael's mind works. He knows how Michael wants his touch, how he craves to be his totally and completely. Trevor's the first guy who's ever been able to get this close to Michael, and he's so damn lucky for it.
Trevor quickened his strokes, paying close attention to the sounds Michael's making; little hitching whines and moans, small gasps of pleasure, his name being caught into one of the pretty sounds a few times. The occasional high-pitched moans that he does when Trevor speeds up for a second or two, he's so needy.
"Yes, fuck'n yes- Trevor, Trevor, o- oh.." Michael can barely form words at this point, it's like the only things he can pronounce are 'yes' or 'Trevor'.
His legs are trembling now, the pressure building and starting to send him over the edge.
"Just like that, come for me, Mikey. Wish everyone could see you right now, see how much of a slut you are for me, so pretty. Beautiful."
"Tr- Trev- I c- can't- fuck-" Trevor's hand stills as Michael's whole body jerks against him, hot cum shooting from his pulsing cock and out onto Trevor's fist.
The older man backs away from Michael, he slowly comes down from his orgasm, cock softening and going flaccid. He looks to Trevor, and his face flushed even more when he sees he's licking his release off of his fingers and hand.
"That was.." Michael trails off after a few moments of silence, embarrassed.
"Wow, I mean, wow. You really are something else, Michael Townley." Trevor looks at the other with genuine fascination, Michael snarls at the last name.
"Hope you enjoyed the cupcakes, later." Trevor starts walking away from Michael and towards the front door, the younger man doesn't say anything and puts his flaccid cock back into his boxers and zips up his fly.
Asshole.