Page 7 of Joey’s Trick

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T he pattern of Trick coming over for dinner with Joey’s family and then Joey going back to Trick’s repeated for the next two nights. But the day before Joey was due to return to Orlando, the shit hit the fan. After a long night of amazing sex, Trick dropped Joey at his parents’ house, promising to see him after work. Joey went for his usual run and when he turned the corner of his parent’s street, he saw a familiar car in the driveway.

Anger and tension flooded Joey. He knew all too well who owned the blue Honda Acura parked there. What the fuck? Joey raced up the drive and into the house. “Mom?”

“In the kitchen, sweetie.”

Joey rushed in and saw exactly who he didn’t want to be sitting in a chair at the table with a cup of coffee in front of him. “Vince, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Joseph Waters!” his mother reprimanded. “We don’t talk to guests like that!”

Vince smiled at him. “Hey, baby! I was just talking with your mom about how we met.”

Admittedly, the guy was smoking hot with platinum blond hair, light violet eyes, and a slender but toned body. Joey had enjoyed manhandling the little twink during the two nights he’d spent with the guy, but damn if he didn’t regret that he’d given into his cock. “How the hell did you get my parent’s address?”

Vince pouted. “I wanted to surprise you and convinced Jenny in HR to give it to me from your emergency contacts.”

Joey growled, loudly. “This is fucked up, Vince! I told you we weren’t together. You need to leave. Now.”

Joey’s mother must have realized something wasn’t right about the situation and didn’t reprimand him for his language this time. She just kept a watchful eye on their conversation. Vince stood and went up to him. “But, baby, I thought you were just teasing me. I know you weren’t serious.”

Fists clenching at his sides, Joey couldn’t believe how delusional the guy was turning out to be. “My blocking your texts and calls should have been more than enough to tell you that whatever we had is over. Go home. It was only sex. I told you that.”

Anger flitted over Vince’s face before it disappeared behind a fake moue of disappointment. “I know you don’t mean that.”

“I do. Get out.”

When Vince tried to protest again, Joey grabbed him by the arm and yanked him through the house to the front door. He shoved him out of the house, glaring at him. “This is entering stalker level bullshit, Vince. If you don’t stop this and get the fuck out of here, I’ll call the police.”

He slammed the door in Vince’s face, locking it. Shit. Vince had been clingy since those nights months ago, but he hadn’t expected him to go full blown single white male.

“Are you really in a relationship with him?” his mother asked from behind him.

Joey turned and leaned against the door. “No, Mom. I swear. We hooked up twice and that was months ago. He knew the score or at least I thought he did.”

She frowned at him. “He seems to think it’s more than that.”

Joey moved to sit on the couch. “I know. He’s been texting me and calling me ever since, but I really didn’t think he’d follow me down here like this.”

“Maybe you should call your company and let them know what’s going on. I wouldn’t have let the young man inside if I had known who he was. He seemed so convincing. I thought maybe you were…” she trailed off.

“Cheating on him?” Joey asked, his brow raised. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know your involvement with Trick wasn’t exactly planned. I wasn’t sure if maybe you were acting impulsively, considering.”

Joey shook his head. “Mom, I’m not exactly comfortable discussing my sex life with you, but I promise you, I have not been in a relationship with anyone since college. There’s been no one I’ve had any interest in long-term.”

She frowned at him. “Is that because of Trick?”

He opened his mouth to deny it, but then closed it. “I don’t know.”

They sat in quiet for several minutes before Joey stood. “I’m going to go grab a shower. Let’s go out for breakfast, okay?”

“Let me let your father know.” She paused and then said, “I don’t think you should take the young man’s actions lightly, Joey. He wasn’t very pleased with your dismissing him the way you did.”

“I won’t, Mom. I’ll call HR and advise them of what is going on after my shower. No one will be in the office yet.”

Joey headed upstairs to shower and change his clothing. The entire time, his mind replayed everything he’d ever said to Vince, or as much as he could remember. He’d never led the guy on and felt certain he hadn’t. Once dressed, he called the office.

“All-Star Formula.”

“Hi, Becca. It’s Joey Waters. Can you put me through to Jenny?” The agency wasn’t but a couple hundred employees across the various departments. Most everyone knew each other, so he didn’t have to expand on exactly who Jenny was.

“Sure thing, Joey.”

Hold music came on and Joey paced his former bedroom while waiting for Jenny to pick up. “Jenny Matheson.”

“Jenny, it’s Joey.”

“Hi, Joey! How’re things going on your vacation?”

“They’re good. I need to speak with you about Vince.”

“Oh. Is something wrong?”

Joey explained about their previous “relationship” and how they weren’t really together as Vince had led her to believe. He also informed her of his stalking and constant barrage of texts and phone calls. “It’s getting out of control now. I know he convinced you we were together to get my parent’s address, but him showing up here?—”

“Wait. I didn’t give him your parent’s address, Joey. I take our employees’ privacy seriously! Did he tell you I gave it to him?”

Uneasiness settled into Joey’s stomach and he rubbed at his belly. “He did.”

“Never would I breach your privacy for anyone, Joey. I hope you know that! I’ll talk with Mr. Rigario about this. I don’t know how he got the address for your parents, but it certainly wasn’t from me.”

“Thanks, Jenny. I’ll be heading back home tomorrow. We can discuss this in the office with your manager and mine.”

“Of course. In the meantime, I’ll start filing the report and we’ll get this handled. Hopefully a warning will be enough to prevent him from continuing this behavior.”

They disconnected the call and Joey headed downstairs to take his parents to breakfast. He spent most of the day trying to ignore the anxiety eating at him over Vince finding his parent’s home address. The last name Waters wasn’t exactly exotic, and there had to be dozens of people listed with the same surname.

Joey was on edge by the time dinner rolled around. His boss had texted him a couple of hours after his phone call with Jenny, requesting he keep him informed if anything else occurred with Vince. He hadn’t seen Vince since he’d kicked him out of the house, but something told him Vince hadn’t gone far. When his phone vibrated and he saw the text was from Trick, Joey smiled.

Come outside.

Frowning, Joey left the house. His brother had already arrived with Veronica and was in the kitchen with their mother. He saw Trick leaning against the side of his truck, hands in his jean pockets. God, the man was breathtaking in the fading sunlight. Trick wore a tight white t-shirt with dark-washed jeans and a pair of black boots. Joey’s mouth watered as he thought about dropping to his knees right there in his parent’s driveway to worship the obvious bulge at the front of Trick’s pants. “Everything okay, Trick?” Joey asked when he got close enough for Trick to hear him.

Trick grabbed hold of Joey’s belt loops and yanked him against him, crashing his full lips onto Joey’s. Joey gasped at the abruptness, but immediately melted into Trick, looping his arms around Trick’s neck. Their tongues dueled together, sliding slickly over one another. Joey groaned into the kiss, fingers plunging into the dark chocolate tresses at the back of Trick’s head.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Trick growled, breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against Joey’s.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Joey said, his chest heaving as he tried to capture his breath.

Keeping his arms loosely wrapped around Joey’s waist, Trick asked, “How was your day?”

Joey tensed, his good mood from Trick’s abrupt, passionate kiss gone. Trick frowned. “What’s wrong?”

He bit his lip, wondering if he should bother to tell Trick about Vince. He didn’t really want Trick to know about his hookups, or how easily he found it to move from one body to another. Whatever was happening between them didn’t have a definition, but Joey found himself slightly embarrassed by how many men he’d slept with since college.

“Hey,” Trick said, tugging Joey’s lower lip from between his teeth. “Talk to me. Something happen? Are your parents okay?”

“Oh, they’re fine. It’s nothing like that.” With a sigh, Joey gave a brief rundown of what happened with Vince, not going too far into details, and just how they had had nothing serious going on.

Trick gave him a worried look. “Do you think he’d turn violent?”

“What? No. I don’t think so. He’s just not good at letting go, I guess. I’ve already spoken to the HR department about him.” Joey hadn’t considered Vince getting physical about the situation. “Besides he’s probably a hundred pounds soaking wet. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about there.”

Trick ran his hands up and down Joey’s back, large palms soothing along his spine. “What did your company say?”

“We’re going to talk more in depth when I get back home.” Joey felt Trick grow rigid against him and leaned back enough to see Trick’s face. “Trick?”

“I know this thing is like two days old, Joey, but… what’s going on with us?” Trick asked. “I mean, you go home tomorrow. Is this… was this just sex?”

Surprised, Joey replied, “I don’t know. I wasn’t sure what you wanted to go on with us, to be honest. My life is in Orlando and yours is here.”

Trick grunted. “I’m aware of that. Was this just sex for you?”

Joey didn’t respond right away. He actually took a minute to think about Trick’s question. Though his brain was already screaming, no, it wasn’t just sex . The biggest sign was how Joey hadn’t hauled ass after they’d both gotten off. He’d never stayed the night with any of his hookups. Most of the time he ghosted before the cum had cooled. “What do you want this to be?” Joey asked, his heart beating hard and his throat tight with uncertainty.

“Answer my question first, Joey,” Trick said.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Joey whispered, “No. It wasn’t just sex.”

Trick kissed him fiercely. “It wasn’t for me, either,” he murmured.

“What does that mean for when I go back tomorrow?” Joey asked, gazing into the sapphire blue eyes he’d always loved.

“It’s not like we’re thousands of miles away from each other. There are weekends, the phone, video calls, and text messaging. We can see where this goes. If you want to.”

Joey couldn’t stop the slight laugh he let out before dropping his forehead down to Trick’s shoulder. “Fuck, if you’d asked me how I thought this week would go when I was driving down here, I sure as hell wouldn’t have expected any of this.”

Trick ran his fingers through Joey’s hair, brushing some back from his cheek. “Is that a yes?”

Blowing out a breath and hoping this didn’t explode in his face, Joey nodded. “It’s a yes. Though I can’t tell you if I’ll be any good at it. I’ve never been with someone past a night or two, really.”

“Well, you’ve already done that, so the rest should be easy,” Trick teased and pressed a kiss to Joey’s temple. Joey chuckled, realizing Trick was right. They’d spent the last three nights together. “Will you stay with me tonight, too?”

“Yeah,” Joey said.

“Hey! You two going to get in here so we can eat or continue sucking face in the driveway?” Anthony shouted from the front door. Joey stuck out his arm and flipped his brother off. He hadn’t been too sure how his brother would react to him and Trick together, but Anthony had taken it better than he’d expected. “I’m starving. Get your asses in here!”

Both laughed and Trick released Joey, grabbing his hand and tugging him up the drive to the house.

After dinner, Joey went up to get some clothes and toiletries to stay overnight at Trick’s. The last few nights Joey had just changed when he’d gotten back to his parents’ place. But tomorrow was Saturday and the last day he was there. Trick had taken off from work so they could spend some time with each other before Joey left. He didn’t want to waste any of that time coming back to the house to shower and dress.

Joey hugged his mom and dad. “I’ll see you both before I leave.”

“You better,” his mother said, a mock glare on her face.

Smiling, Joey kissed her cheek. “I will.”

She cupped his cheek and gave him a fond look. “I’m just glad things have worked out to where I will get to see my baby more than once every seven years.”

Joey flushed, still feeling guilty as hell about how he’d avoided his own family for so long. “Me, too,” he murmured.

Trick stood waiting for him by his truck when Joey exited the house. Joey smiled and trotted down the drive, his duffle over his shoulder. Moments later, they were on the road to Trick’s apartment, Trick holding his hand the entire way. Butterflies took flight in Joey’s stomach at how attentive Trick was being. He felt like a high school student with his first crush all over again. In fact, he’d never even experienced the giddiness he was having right then, back in school or with the first guy he’d made out with in college. Fear still edged in from time to time. But he stuffed it down. There’d been nothing to show Trick would hurt him again.

When they entered the apartment, Trick asked, “You want a beer?”

“Sure.” Joey set his bag down by the sofa while Trick went to the fridge to grab a couple of drinks. He accepted the bottle with a smile. “I thought maybe we could get some breakfast tomorrow and then play some basketball.”

Joey sat on the couch, resting the bottle on his knee. Trick dropped next to him and shrugged. “That sounds good. What time do you think you’ll want to head back to Orlando?”

“It’s a long drive. Maybe around five? I’ll be home before too late which will give me some time to unpack, shower, and unwind.”

Trick took Joey’s bottle, setting it on the coffee table, before turning to him. He grabbed hold of Joey and pulled him onto his lap. Joey laughed, amazed someone could actually manhandle him so easily. “Hey,” Trick said, looking into Joey’s eyes.

“Hey,” Joey murmured, his own gaze flicking down to Trick’s lips, then back again.

Reaching up, Trick slid his hand around Joey’s nape, massaging the tendons there with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed Joey, gentle and reverent. Joey slid his tongue along the seam of Trick’s mouth, encouraging him to open to him. He pushed inside when Trick complied, tangling his tongue with his. Trick gripped Joey’s ass, squeezing and rocking him forward into his erection. “I want you to fuck me,” Trick groaned.

The last three nights, Trick had been the one topping. Joey hadn’t cared, but the idea of being inside of Trick made his cock pulse. “Yeah?” Joey whispered, moving his lips down along Trick’s jaw to his neck where he nipped, licked, and sucked.

“Fuck, yes,” Trick said, his voice more of a hiss. “Need to feel you inside me. Wrecking me.”

Joey moaned at Trick’s words. A shudder raced through him. Leaning back, Joey stripped Trick’s t-shirt off, tossing it aside. He ran his palms over the broad, tanned expanse of chest revealed. “You want me to hold you down and fuck you until you know who you belong to?”

Lust glittered fiercely at Joey from the depths of Trick’s sapphire eyes. “I want to feel you for days, baby. To know you destroyed me for anyone else.”

Growling, Joey tweaked Trick’s nipples, wrenching a gasp from him. “Don’t even think about anyone else.”

“Never,” Trick snarled, jerking Joey forward to kiss him, a tangle of lips, teeth, and tongue.

Joey broke the kiss, slid from Trick’s lap, and kneeled on the floor before him. He nuzzled at the bulge in Trick’s crotch while making quick work of opening the zipper and button. Trick wore a pair of dark blue boxer briefs underneath. Joey separated the already slightly damp fabric, releasing the hard length to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He licked a line from the base near Trick’s balls to the tip, swirling his tongue around the crown. Salty pre-cum exploded across Joey’s tastebuds and Joey swallowed Trick down, taking as much of his dick into his mouth and throat as possible. “Shit,” Trick said, fingers diving into Joey’s hair and gripping lightly. “Feels so good.”

Swallowing around Trick’s cock, Joey massaged the shaft with his throat muscles, which wrenched a loud groan from Trick. “Fuck, Joey. If you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

He released Trick and tugged Trick’s jeans and briefs off. Once Trick sat there completely naked, Joey smirked at him and engulfed his prick again, this time wrapping a hand around the shaft and stroking while suckling the tip. Using his free hand, Joey sought the bottle of lube Trick had stashed beneath the cushions. They’d fucked on the couch the night before and Trick had admitted to placing it there when he knew Joey would be over.

Placing his hands on the backs of Trick’s thighs, Joey urged him to scoot down, baring Trick’s tight star to his hungry eyes. He flicked his tongue over the crinkled entrance, savoring the hard moan Trick released. Like a starving man, Joey dove into Trick, pushing as deep inside as he could get. Trick’s hands replaced Joey’s on the backs of his legs, holding himself open for Joey to continue feasting on him. “God, baby, don’t stop.”

Joey didn’t intend to stop. He popped open the lube, spilled some onto a couple of fingers and began to play, slowly sliding one inside the ring of muscle. The tightness almost made him gasp, knowing that it would soon surround his own aching cock. He thrust his finger in and out, seeking the bundle of nerves that would give Trick the most pleasure. The guttural groan Trick gave let Joey know he’d struck it. He slipped a second finger inside, scissoring the two while ensuring he continued to bounce off Trick’s prostate.

“Fuck me, Joey,” Trick said. “Need you inside of me.”

Pulling his fingers free, Joey stood, stripped off his clothing, and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Trick snatched the condom from him, ripped it open with his teeth, and slowly slid it down Joey’s hard cock. He locked gazes with Joey as he lubed up his palm and gave Joey several strokes before leaning back against the arm of the couch, spreading his legs wide in invitation. Joey lowered himself over Trick, taking his mouth in a fiery kiss. But Joey didn’t enter him yet. He continued to rut against Trick, loving the feel of Trick’s hard muscles beneath his own.

Trick reached between them and guided Joey’s shaft to his hole. “Please, baby. Don’t tease me. Want to feel you so deep.”

Nudging the head of his cock at Trick, Joey slammed his eyes closed at the feel of Trick’s body sucking him in. The tight heat around his cock almost sent him over the edge and he had to think unsexy thoughts to keep from coming too soon. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” Joey groaned. “So hot and soft.”

A whole-body shudder wracked Joey’s runner’s frame when Trick squeezed around him. “Jesus, Trick, if you keep doing that, I am definitely not going to last long enough to pound your ass into the sofa.”

Trick gave a husky chuckle, sliding his palms over Joey’s chest and along his forearms. “Short trigger?”

“Only with you,” Joey said, giving a small thrust of his hips. Trick grinned seductively at him and wrapped his legs around Joey’s waist, urging him even deeper, if that were possible.

“The things you say,” Trick murmured, rocking his pelvis up toward Joey, increasing the friction inside of him. “Let loose, baby. Fuck me into next week.”

Joey took Trick at his word and started a punishing pace, slamming into Trick so hard the sound of flesh hitting flesh could no doubt be heard in the hallway. Sweat quickly built on their skin, the salty scent permeating the air with the smell of pre-cum and sex. The couch creaked under the harsh treatment. Joey licked, bit and nipped anywhere he could get his mouth on Trick. He wanted to leave behind marks so Trick and everyone else knew who he belonged to. The idea of leaving Trick, of being over two hundred miles away, drove him crazy. Now that he’d had Trick, he couldn’t imagine going back to sex with random men or being away from this man.

Needing to get as far inside Trick as possible, Joey pulled free of the tight sheath and flipped Trick, almost bending him over the arm of the sofa. Placing one foot on the floor for leverage and a knee on the cushion beside Trick, Joey plunged back into his hole. “Can’t get enough of you,” Joey growled, grabbing hold of Trick’s hips in a tight grip, using them to yank him back into every thrust.

“Yes,” Trick hissed. “Harder, baby.”

Joey could feel the telltale tingle in his balls, signaling his impending orgasm. He reached beneath Trick and wrapped a hand around Trick’s bobbing shaft, beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The desire to feel Trick cum on his cock cooled his lust slightly, as he was dying to know how it would feel for Trick’s channel to tighten on him, draining him of every drop.

“So close,” Trick said, moaning and rocking back into Joey.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, sexy?” Joey said, stroking Trick faster and snapping his hips again and again.

“Oh, fuck, fuck. Cumming,” Trick howled, his body tensing. Joey felt the pulsing of Trick’s prick as he splashed the couch cushions with his load. But the clenching of Trick’s asshole on his dick sent Joey careening over the edge. The hard flutters of his canal milking him wrenched a loud grunt from Joey, a grunt which continued with every spurt into the condom deep inside Trick. His toes curled from the pleasure swamping his body and he leaned his head back, relishing the mind-blowing climax tearing through him.

Joey panted as he collapsed onto Trick’s back, his forehead between Trick’s shoulder blades. Tiny aftershocks trickled along his body. He couldn’t contain the hiss he let forth when he slipped free of Trick’s entrance. Taking care of the condom, Joey helped Trick up from the couch, wincing when he saw the red mark across Trick’s chest where it had dug into the arm of the couch. “Sorry,” he said, running his fingers along the mark.

Trick grinned. “I’m not. That was fucking amazing.”

Chuckling, Joey took Trick’s hand and led him into the bedroom. “Yeah? Did I ruin you for everyone else?”

Trick yanked Joey to him, expression fierce, saying, “Damn right you did,” before kissing him breathless.

Joey took Trick down to the mattress, desperate to ensure Trick really had been ruined for other guys. Insane jealousy raged through him at the idea of anyone else touching Trick, getting to hear the moans the man gave while being sucked off, or seeing the way Trick’s eyes darkened with passion when he was turned on. No one else would ever get to know what loving Trick felt like. Joey froze, his mind rabbiting a million miles a second. Oh… shit .

“Everything okay?” Trick asked, frowning at him while running his fingers through Joey’s sweaty hair.

“Yeah,” Joey whispered, still blown away at his mind’s revelation. He still loved Trick. Had he ever stopped? Even with all of his anger toward Trick, had he mistaken love for hatred? Instead of answering the questioning look on Trick’s face, Joey captured his mouth in another kiss, pushing the thoughts from his mind. He didn’t quite know how to process his feelings, especially since he was heading back to Orlando tomorrow.