Standing close by, Trey grinned up at him. “Ah, don't be a pussy. Nineteen more. Chop-chop.”
Cam grunted with the effort of doing another. Sweat poured from his body, tickling his skin as it trickled down his arms and bare chest. He distracted himself from the pain screaming through his body by imagining punching Trey in his smirking face.
“Stop picturing yourself hitting me.”
“How do you always know?” Cam puffed out each word as he lowered himself back down in one smooth, controlled movement.
Leaning against the mirror-covered wall behind him, his arms crossed over the impressively muscled expanse of his chest, Trey told him, “You get this look on your face.”
“What look?” Cam lifted his chin over the bar and back down again.
“A decidedly violent one.” Trey licked his lips. “You look like you want to do some very bad things to me.”
A frisson of sensation sizzled through Cam. It nearly made him let go of the bar. Firming his grip, he did another pull-up. “Fuck off, Trey.”
“Oh,” Trey taunted, “Someone's feeling like a tough guy today.”
“I feel like a tough guy everyday.” The retort slipped out of Cam's mouth and he instantly regretted it. In the mirror he could see the stripe of red that decorated his cheeks and blushed even more.
Trey laughed, a deep rumbling chuckle. “I just bet you do. Do your girlfriends know about that?”
His voice was amused as he asked the question, but Cam would have to be a real idiot not to hear the bite snapping at the end of each word.
He did two more pull-ups before answering. “Is that why you're punishing me? Because I took that model to the premiere?”
Trey snorted. “I don't think there's a worse punishment than being in that dumb bitch's company, and I'm not punishing you. I'm getting your scrawny ass in shape. It'll be hard to do all those stunts with your current weedy status.”
Anger powered Cam through another pull-up. “I'm not weedy and Macy isn't dumb.”
“But she is a bitch.”
Cam couldn't really deny it. Macy Sinclair was the most self-centered, egotistical person he had ever met. A singer turned actress, she had simpered prettily on his arm as the paparazzi snapped their pictures, but she had looked at him as if he were a piece of shit scraped off her Jimmy Choo's the rest of the time. His agent, who had set them up to begin with, might assure him that she was an up-and-coming commodity, and that being seen with her would boost his profile ahead of a big audition he had coming up, but he wouldn't be caught dead with her again.
He wasn't going to tell Trey that though.
If Cam could have shrugged he would have. “It was fun.” A total lie; he had spent most of the night gritting his teeth to keep from telling her where to go. “What? Are you jealous?”
Another pull-up made eight. Only twelve more to go.
Trey's eyes narrowed. “Hardly.” Pushing off the glass, he stalked over to him. Cam refused to stop, keeping his eyes fixed on his reflection rather than dipping down to meet Trey's.
Nine.
Ten.
The lick of a hot tongue on his belly made Cam jerk.
Cam glared down at the other man. “What the hell, Trey? You nearly made me fall.”
Trey grinned up at him, blue eyes dancing like a sunlit summer sky. “You weren't paying attention to me.”
“You're my personal trainer,” Cam reminded him. “You're meant to be paying attention to me.”
Trey's breath feathered over the sweat-slick skin of his stomach. Little tickles of sensation shivered through Cam's nerves.
“Stop it,” he grunted as he did number eleven.
“I'm not doing anything.”
“Bullshit,” he declared and then gasped. His arms felt like they were going to pull out of their sockets.
“Come on, Cam.” He was so close to him, his lips brushed against the taut muscles of his client's abdomen. “Nine more.”
Cam chuffed with effort, but he couldn't make it to twelve. Hanging there, he shook his head. “I can't do it.”
“Yes, you can.” At their current positions, Trey's head was just below his chest. His head tilting back, he grinned at him, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Nine more and I'll suck your cock.”
Heat blasted along Cam's veins, racing toward his groin. “Fuck.”
Trey chuckled. “We can do that too.”
Groaning, Cam managed number twelve and then thirteen, barely. “Stop trying to bribe me.”
“I'm your personal trainer, Cam.” Now it was his turn to remind him. “It's my job, isn't it, to motivate you?”
Cam grunted. His arms shook as he wobbled his way to fourteen, fifteen. “Trey, I don't know what to tell you, but I don't think other trainers offer their clients sexual services for them to finish their sessions.”
Trey winked. “How would you know?”
Cam had tried to make Trey jealous, but now he felt the sting. It got him through numbers sixteen, seventeen and eighteen.
“Fuck you, Trey.”
“Soon enough,” he quipped. “That's it, Cam. Just two more and then I'll suck that big dick of yours. It looks like it needs a workout of its own.”
Gritting his teeth, Cam growled his way through his nineteenth pull-up.
“Yeah, that's it. One more. You can do it.”
Blood, hot as lava, filled Cam's muscles as he forced them to do the last pull-up. The sound that tore from his throat was animalistic, a furious rumble, as the veins in his forehead popped and sweat streamed from every pore. His body hated him, but he did it, his chin lifting over the bar. Carefully lowering himself down, he let go of the bar and dropped to his feet. Relief was better than drugs. He exhaled a satisfied breath and then inhaled a shocked one as Trey dropped to his knees in front of him, his hands pulling down the waistband of his workout shorts.
“Trey! What the fuck?”
Hunger sharpened Trey's features as he glanced up at him. “I told you I'd suck your cock if you did it. Well, you did it.”
Cam's shorts puddled around his feet and left him naked. No longer confined, his cock sprang forward, eager for some attention. “I have to cool down,” Cam reminded him weakly. Fuck, he was horny and he couldn't take his eyes off their reflection. Trey, half-dressed with his densely muscled back on display, kneeling in front of his own naked, sweat-soaked and flushed body. No matter how many times Cam saw them like this the sight was just as powerful. Lust mingled with the adrenaline in his system, a potent cocktail that went to his head like neat whiskey. Fuck, but he wanted him bad.
Wrapping one hand around the base of Cam's erection, Trey angled it forward. Opening his mouth, he delivered a slow lick to the weeping head of Cam's cock. His eyes fluttered shut. “Damn, you taste good.” Opening his eyes, he pursed his lips and blew a soft breath across the damp crown, smiling as Cam groaned. “We'll work out your kinks like this.”
Cam's hands slid into Trey's messy brown hair, clenched around the silky strands. “Yes,” he hissed. “Do it.”
Cam couldn't see him, but he knew Trey was smiling. “You're the boss.”
Cam shuddered as Trey sucked the head of his cock into his hot mouth. His tongue played along its flared edge, teased the sweet spot underneath.
Cam's hands pulled Trey's hair tight. “Don't tease,” he told him. “Suck me.”
Trey backed off, his mouth coming free of Cam's cock with a soft pop. “Not yet. You're always in too much of a hurry. You need to slow down.” Licking down the length of Cam's erection, he came to his balls. The perfectly smooth, shaved globes were tight with Cam's arousal. Trey nuzzled his face against them, kissing and licking.
Cam's breath hitched. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“See.” Trey's voice was muffled as he burrowed his face farther between Cam's spread thighs. His tongue flickered over the sensitive area behind Cam's balls. His free hand curved around Cam, grasping his asscheek roughly.
Widening his stance, Cam tilted his hips, cursing again as the tip of Trey's tongue flickered over his anus. “Trey,” he moaned. He didn't know whether it was in complaint or encouragement. Heat rushed over him, scorching him to the bone. “Oh god.”
His trainer made a hungry noise and then he was licking his way back up Cam's cock. His head dipped and he swallowed it down, the muscles of his throat rippling and massaging. Cam shook beneath their onslaught. His hips bumped forward, his groin meeting Trey's face with each stroke. His fingers dug into the other man's scalp, holding his bobbing head still as he fucked his face. Cam always worried about hurting him when they did this, but over his own hectic breathing, he could hear the hungry, almost delirious moans Trey made as he took him.
“Fuck, Trey. I'm gonna come.” Cam could feel it, sensation at the base of his spine like a million tiny lightning strikes, his spunk boiling up his shaft. He tried to pull away, to stop. He didn't want to come yet; he wanted this to go on forever.
Trey's hands clamped on to the flexing muscles of Cam's ass, pulling him forward. His sucking increased, his throat massaging Cam's dick insistently every time he swallowed around the swollen head.
Orgasm slammed into Cam. His body shot rigid, his hips thrusting recklessly forward to bury his cock as deep in Trey's throat as possible. Words fell in an incoherent stream from Cam's slack lips, the pleasure of his cum pulsing from his dick wiping all thought away.
When sense finally returned to him, he shuddered with pleasurable aftershocks as Trey slid off his still semihard dick. The other man's lips were red and swollen, and when he spoke his voice was even rougher than usual. “Enjoy that, did you?”
Cam blushed. “You know I did.” Cupping Trey's jaw, he brushed his thumb against his abused mouth. “I'm sorry.”
“I'm not.”
Cam cried out as Trey pulled at him with rough hands. Still weak-kneed from orgasm, it wasn't hard for Trey to tumble him to the ground.
Twisting to land on his back, Cam stared wide-eyed as Trey crawled over him. The other man's mouth slanted over his and Cam's eyes fluttered shut, a moan pouring from his mouth into Trey's. Fuck, was there anything sexier than tasting his cum in Trey's mouth? The only thing he could think of was actually fucking him.
Eagerly, he licked the taste of himself from Trey's lips, ferreted out every hint of him from the cavern of his mouth. Trey flattened his body over his, pressing him into the floor that was only a fraction harder than he was. Trey's cock dug sharply into his belly and Cam slid his hands down the slick planes of Trey's back to his ass. Grabbing hold, he rocked the other man against him, loving the hard pressure of the other man's cock digging into his hip. He loved it so much, his own dick started to surge back to insatiable life despite the mind-scrambling orgasm he'd just had. Christ, that only ever happened with Trey.
“Fuck me.”
Trey smiled down at him. “What's the magic word?”
“Now.”
Cam yelped as Trey nipped sharply at his bottom lip.
“The magic word.”
Cam sucked in a breath, the spot on his lip throbbing in time with his pounding heart. “Please,” he whispered.
Trey nibbled along the line of his jaw. “Mmm, not enough. Tell me what you want.” His voice was a dark, syrupy whisper in Cam's ear.
Lust ignited Cam's blood. Pinned beneath Trey's weight, he squirmed but not to get away. “Please, Trey,” he whimpered. “Please fuck me.”
“More,” Trey demanded.
“Oh god, put your dick in me,” Cam nearly screamed. “Please.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
Getting on his knees, Trey rolled up onto his feet. The bulge of his erection was a thick hump behind the skintight shorts he favored. He palmed it, rubbing its length before his hands went to his waistband. “Get on your knees. Face the mirror.”
Excitement fizzed in Cam's blood. Chest heaving with his rapid breaths, he rolled over and lifted himself onto all fours. All the pain and exertion of his workout had vanished. The only agony he felt now was the desperate need to feel Trey filling his body.
Spreading his knees wide, his hips canted up and his spine arching, he stared at the wanton picture he made in the mirror. Behind him, Trey stared down at his spread ass, his face stark in its lust as he stroked his cock through the thin material of his shorts.
“Beautiful.”
Cam blushed like a girl.
Getting to his feet and walking over to a table by the door, Trey rummaged through a drawer. Cam watched him, his body quaking as he walked back with a tube in his hand. He had to remind himself to breathe when Trey dropped to his knees behind him.
The lube, when Trey squeezed some onto his asshole, was shockingly cold. Cam gasped and then groaned as Trey massaged it into the flexing hole with his finger. He tried to push back, to make that finger slip inside him; he knew it would, so easily, just like he knew it would feel so wickedly good. Trey stopped him, his free hand spread wide on Cam's ass and holding him still.
“A-a-ahh,” he admonished. “Not yet, you greedy thing.”
No wonder Cam often thought about hitting him, not that he ever would. The world might not know it, not yet, but he loved him.
Trey's thick finger screwed into his butt. Cam groaned, his fingers clawing at the mat beneath him.
“There, is that better?”
Cam's neck arched, little zips of electricity streaking up his spine. “Yes,” he hissed.
In and out, Trey's finger was slowly driving him crazy. “Please.” He couldn't wait, didn't want to.
“Another one then.”
A second thick digit joined the first one, stretching Cam open. His cock was so hard again it was digging into his stomach, precum smearing his belly.
“What about another?” Trey asked him, lust humming in his rough voice. “Can you take it?”