Everyone then started singing Happy Birthday to Trent
as Alex brought out a huge frosted cake from the
kitchen. Candles were lit brightly around the
chocolate iced cake, which Tandy took great delight
in helping her brother blow out, as the others
clapped and cheered.
"Thank you guys, I just don't know what to say,"
Trent said, deeply touched that his friends had gone
through so much trouble for him.
"Don't say anything, old timer, save your energy for
later," C.D teased.
"Can we open your presents now?" Tandy asked, her
excitement beaming through.
"Yeah, let's see what you managed to haul in," Carlos
said with a smile.
Trent petted her soft blonde curls. "Yeah, but I
might need a helper."
"I can help!" she exclaimed gleefully.
The little girl pulled her brother over to the couch
and made him sit down and climbed up on his lap.
"Here you go sweetheart," Trent's mom said and handed
him a silver and blue papered package.
Opening it up, Trent pulled out a box and saw that it
was a camera.
"It's one of those cameras that have auto focus and
telescopic lens for close up shots from a far
distance," Kate Malloy explained to him. "I figured
it might come in handy on some of your case work."
"Thank you mom, it'll definitely be very useful,"
Trent told her.
The blonde woman reached over and took
her son's face in her hands and kissed him on the
forehead. "Happy birthday baby, I love you."
"I love you too, mom," Trent said and
pulled his mother in for a warm hug.
Marchia Sandoval handed Trent a small,
wrapped box. He unwrapped it, his eyes meeting
Carlos' as he did. Inside there was a small burgundy
felt jewelry box. Tentatively opening it, Trent
gently lifted a small medallion out of it.
"It's a St. Christopher's medal," she told him, "to
watch over you and keep you safe." Taking it from
him, she placed it in his open palm and closed his
fingers around it. She then leaned in close by his
ear so that no one else could hear her. "I give one
to all my children," she whispered.
Trent looked deeply into soft brown eyes so like his
lover's and smiled, feeling his throat closing up on
him. "Thank you," he managed. He glanced over at
Carlos, who was smiling with so much pride and love
in his eyes.
The next person to hand Trent a gift was Trivette.
"Happy birthday Trent," Jimmy said, glancing between
both him and Carlos as Trent took the present. "Me,
C.D, and Alex all went in together to get this for
"Well thank you guys," Trent said as he tore into the
packaging. He gasped when he saw what it was. "Oh
wow, this is too much!" he exclaimed, pulling out a
brand new RCA handheld camcorder.
"Well, we figured that it was something you could use
since you didn't have one," Alex said, Walker
slipping his arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah, and it comes with all the bells and whistles,"
C.D added. "You can even plug it up directly to
your...", C.D paused, "...television."
Trent followed the bar owner's eyes and
saw what made him pause. There on the stand, stood
their television set, screen demolished, wiring
sticking out of the cavity.
"Um, Carlos, did you and the television
have a little disagreement?" Trent asked.
"Ah, yeah, something like that," Carlos
said, ducking his head from the disapproving glance
of his mother.
"Well, just as long as you won," Trent
said, eyes shining with amusement and letting his
Latino off the hook for now.
"Are you ready for my gift?" Walker asked, bringing
the other's attention away from Carlos, for which the
Hispanic detective was grateful.
"Yeah, bring it on," Trent said.
"Okay, but it's not in here," Walker replied.
"So where is it?" Trent asked curiously.
"Come here and you'll see," Walker said,
moving over to the window of their loft. "Its out
there," he commented as Trent got closer and looked
over his shoulder.
Looking out of the window and down into the alley
next to the building, Trent saw his light blue
Corvette, in absolutely pristine condition.
"My god Walker...how?" Trent stammered.
"I've got a few friends that work in a
repair shop, they owed me a favor and well..." Walker
"This is simply amazing, thank you so much Walker,
really, this is...wow," Trent said.
"You're welcome buddy," Cordell responded, patting
Trent on the back.
"And I'm suppose to follow that?" Carlos said, an
impish gleam dancing in his dark brown eyes. The warm
glow of affection in Trent's eyes was nearly his
undoing as he wordlessly handed over the small parcel
he'd been fingering while Trent was opening his other
Taking the offered gift, Trent carefully untied the
ribbon and peeled the paper off with care. It was
another small box, black velvet, and Trent opened the
"Oh Carlos, this is gorgeous," Trent said as he
removed the gift from the box, a solid gold pocket
watch with a mountain landscape carved on it. "Thank
you," he said softly.
"Open it up," Carlos said with anticipation.
Trent fingered the opening, popping it up.
Looking at the inside, on the lid, he found what
Carlos had wanted him to see, an engraving.
Trent's eyes lifted up and sought umber
eyes. For a moment, it seemed like the rest of the
room faded out of existence, the only thing remaining
was those eyes, eyes that were so soft, sure, and
full of love shining brightly to light the dark
Now and always, all my love.
"Now and always," Trent whispered back
hoarsely, fighting the urge to grab the Hispanic
officer and kiss him regardless of who was
"Can we have cake and ice cream now?" Tandy asked,
breaking the moment.
Trent smiled and pulled her curls. "Only if you help
me cut it squirt."
As the cake was being cut, Alex pulled Carlos off
over to the side.
"I've got a present for you too," the
"For me?" Carlos asked curiously.
"Yeah, this," Alex said, holding out an all-too
familiar video tape. "This is yours now to do with
what you want."
"I thought this would be confiscated for evidence,"
Carlos said, accepting the tape.
"Normally it would, but we have a strong enough case
without it, and knowing how personal it is, I thought
you'd want it back," Alex told him.
"Thank you Alex, I appreciate this more than you can
ever know," Carlos told her, pulling her into an
"I think I have a rather good idea," Alex said.
"Though I'm happy for you two, I'd suggest a tape
burning if you ask me."
"Most definitely," Carlos said, his eyes glancing
over at his ebullient lover. "The tape is definitely
going to get burned."
When the party came to an end, family and friends
said their good-byes, with Trent thanking them once
more for all of the gifts. When the last visitor
left, Carlos and Trent began cleaning up.
"Thanks so much, Love," Trent said, clearing the
dishes and putting them in the kitchen sink then went
back into the living room where Carlos was turning
the stereo on.
"For what?" Carlos asked.
"For today, for the party, for caring so much," Trent
said as he was wrapped up in Carlos' arms kissed long
"You're worth it babe," Carlos said when he finally
broke for air. "Whatever I do could never be enough
to show you how much you mean to me. Love you so
Trent wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck. "You're
not tuning sentimental on me are you, Sandoval?"
"Where you're concerned?" Carlos asked,
Trent chuckled and kissed his grinning Latino, their
lips meshing lightly, teasingly.
"So are you going to tell me what's up with the
television set or am I going to have to interrogate
it out of you?" Trent asked lightly, but Carlos knew
he wanted a serious answer.
"You and your promises. One of these days I'm going
to hold you to 'em," Carlos murmured before turning
somber. "Look, I have something to tell you, and
you'll probably not like it much," the officer said
"Just tell me," Trent said, looking into Carlos' eyes
"Babe, do you remember being taped at
all?" Carlos asked.
Trent paused for a moment as blurry images and faded
thoughts played through his mind. "I think I do, I
mean there was one time where they were…" Trent's
voice grew quieter. "…beating me…"
Carlos leaned in and kissed Trent, trying to banish
the mental images he knew were playing in both their
"Yeah, that's it," the officer said when he pulled
back again. "They taped that and sent it to me."
Trent's eyes went wide and his hold around Carlos
tightened. Seeing the concerned expression, Carlos
drew the private investigator closer to comfort both
"When I saw the tape, I lost it and threw the
remote," he explained, still unsettled by the look on
Trent's face. "It's okay though, you're okay and
that's what matters," Carlos said soothingly as his
hands slid up and down Trent's back and tried to
fight off the memories together. "That's all that
Trent pulled back and leveled his gaze with the
Latino officer. "There's more though, isn't there?"
Carlos' silence spoke volumes to the detective that
knew him so well. "What is it, Carlos? What aren't
you telling me?"
Carlos glanced away, unable to meet the weighted
stare of his mate. He wished he didn't have to tell
him the complete truth, but he knew his lover
deserved, and demanded, no less from him. Finally
drawing his eyes back to the sapphire eyes, he
sighed. "Yeah, there's more all right. Remember the
night we made love, the night before they tried to
kidnap you the first time?"
"Yeah," Trent said guardedly.
"They taped us that night…together," Carlos
"Making love?" Trent asked, trying to understand what
he was being told.
Carlos nodded. "And I was forced to show the tape to
Walker and Trivette."
"You had to do what?" Trent asked
"They said they needed to watch it in case
they could see a clue I couldn't," Carlos explained
quickly. "I didn't want to, but God, you were missing
and we were at a dead end and…" Carlos' voice trailed
Trent stared at the Hispanic detective for several
seconds before pulling away and going over to the
window to gaze out into the alley. A few minutes
passed until he felt Carlos' arms circling
"Don't pull away babe, tell me what you're thinking,"
Trent turned around to him. "What do you expect me to
say? That I'm happy about this? Well sorry love, the
thought of Walker, Trivette and God only knows else,
watching us make love doesn't exactly make me jump
for joy here."
"It was only Trivette and Walker, that's all," Carlos
explained in an attempt to assuage Trent's worries.
"That still doesn't make it any better," Trent said.
"Don't you see? They took something precious between
us and by taping it, taking advantage of us, they
turned it into something soiled…dirty." Trent's
wounded voice was like splinters piercing Carlos'
The Hispanic detective cupped Trent's face and turned
it up to meet his eyes. "Don't you dare ever let me
hear you say what we feel for each other is dirty or
shameful," he whispered fervently, his eyes ablaze.
"When I tell you I love you, I mean it. I cherish
what we have, cherish who I am because of you. They
can 'never' take that away from us."
Trent didn't say a word, simply let himself be hugged
tenderly, taking comfort in Carlos' resolve, his
"Where is this tape?" he asked finally.
"I just got it back today. I'm planning on burning it
tomorrow," Carlos told him.
"No," Trent said with force. "Tomorrow 'we'll' burn
it," he informed the Hispanic officer.
Carlos nodded, knowing it would be a sort of healing
ceremony for both of them when they did.
The music on the stereo shifted to a slow country
\\"Now for the latest from Lisa McCann"// the radio
announcer said before the vocals started.
"Hey, isn't that the girl you helped out last year
when her boyfriend was stalking her?" Carlos
"Yep, that's her," Trent said, his body
already moving some to the tempo. "She's really made
something of herself since then," he murmured.
"She's good," Carlos said, gently pulling Trent into
the middle of the living room floor, his arms still
holding him in an embrace.
Carlos' body began swaying in time to
the soft music. He pulled Trent in closer until they
were chest to chest, close enough to feel Trent's
heart beating, close enough for Carlos to gaze into
Trent's azure eyes as they're bodies moved in
harmony. Feet moved in measure as their faces were
close enough that each one drew in the other's
\\How do I get through one life without you?
If I had to live without you, what kind of
life would that be?
Oh I need you in my arms, need you to hold.
You're my world, my heart, my soul.
If you ever leave, baby you would take away
everything good in my life.
And tell me now, how do I live without you,
I want to know.
How do I breathe without you, if you ever
How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, oh how
do I, oh how do I breathe.
Without you, there would be no sun in my sky,
there would be no love in my life, there'd be
no one left for me.
Oh, and I, baby, I don't what I would do.
I'd be lost if I lost you.
If you ever leave, baby, you would take away
everything real in my life.
And tell me now, how do I live without you,
I want to know.
How do I breathe without you, if you ever
How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how
do I, oh how do I breathe? Please tell me
baby. How do I go on?
If you ever leave, baby, you would take away
everything that leads you to me.
Baby don't you know that you're everything
good in my life.
And tell me now, how do I live without you,
I want to know.
How do I breathe without you, if you ever
How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how
do I, oh how do I breathe.//
The last strains of the music faded, leaving two men
still staring into one another's eyes, neither
wanting to be the first to break the spell that had
woven around them.
"Happy birthday Querido," Carlos whispered huskily,
his nose and forehead pressed against Trent's as he
brushed their lips together.
"Only because you're sharing it with me," Trent
"Now who's the one getting sentimental?" Carlos
teased, playfully taking a nip at Trent's nose.
"I told you before, you've corrupted me, there is no
hope for me now, no going back," Trent responded,
waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Instead of smiling, Carlos' dark eyes turned serious.
"You mean that?"
Trent's own sapphire eyes lost the humor that had
been dancing in them. "Of course I mean it, I love
you, you know."
"I'm glad," Carlos said slowly, "because the watch
wasn't the only thing I had to give you today."
Trent watched Carlos intently and noticed how the
Hispanic officer seemed to have grown
"Yeah, so what's this other surprise?" Trent asked
Carlos let go of the private investigator and walked
over to the desk in the living room. Pulling out a
drawer, he drew out a long, thin white envelope. He
walked back over to Trent and handed it to him.
Trent started to open it up and Carlos
watched his eyes grow large in surprise.
"Carlos...this is..." the blonde started to
"Airline tickets, yeah, I know," Carlos
interrupted, starting to feel a little shaky. "If
you'll notice, it also says that the destination is
"Believe me, Carlos, I noticed," Trent said, taking
the two tickets out of their holder.
"But Hawaii? You know I'd love to get away for a
vacation, but the agency..." Trent started to
"It's not just for a vacation," Carlos broke
Trent's head tilted. "Not just for a vacation...
okay, so what 'is' it for?"
Carlos' eyes darted around the room, and Trent could
see the beginnings of sweat breaking out on the
Hispanic's forehead. "Carlos?"
Carlos met his eyes briefly, before studying his
tennis shoes with fascination. "It would be for
our...um, ah..." Carlos cleared his throat. "...our
honeymoon," he said softly. Hazel eyes shot up to
scrutinize Trent's reaction.
"Our what?" Trent asked, thinking he had misheard the
"Honeymoon," Carlos said with a little more
Grabbing a hold of Trent's hand, Carlos
guided him over to the sofa and gently urged him to
sit down. Carlos then sat down beside him, fully
facing him. "Look Trent, I know we've only lived
together for two months, but we've known each other
since...well, I can't recall a time you 'weren't' in
my life. The fact is I love you and though I know it
won't be legal, I still want to stand up in front of
all our family and friends and take those vows. I
want to pledge to spend the rest of my life loving
Carlos took both of Trent's hands in his own, thumbs
stroking the skin on the back of the P.I.'s hands.
"Querido, I've never, ever, considered saying those
vows to anyone before, never wanted to, but 'you'
make me want to. I've never known anything that felt
so right," Carlos paused, his eyes actively seeking
Trent's. His heart was pounding like a primal drum
and his stomach was lurching inside of him.
Trent opened his mouth to speak, but Carlos moved to
silence him with a finger to his lips.
"Now you don't have to answer right now, you've got
all the time to think about it because I don't want
to rush you, but just know that I would love nothing
more in this life than to spend it with you as my
Trent caught Carlos' hand and gently pried it away
from his mouth. "Yes."
Carlos blinked...once...twice. "What?"
A handsome and heart stopping smile broke out on
Trent's face. "I said, yes, I will marry you."
Carlos' soft brown eyes went wide, looking
suspiciously shiny, relief washing over his features.
"You're serious? You will?" The disbelief in his
voice was almost amusing to Trent.
"Yes, Si, Oui, ja sagen, and any other
language you want it in," Trent said, fighting the
urge to laugh as he leaned in to kiss the Latino's
full, soft, ripe mouth that parted under his own,
allowing for a extensive, tender assault.
Finally the necessity to breathe pulled them apart.
"I want to take those vows with you too," Trent
Carlos leaned back onto the couch and pulled Trent on
top of him until private investigator blanketed him
with his body. Strong arms wrapped around Trent and
held him still as Carlos explored the sensitive
region of his throat.
"Oh babe, you don't know how happy you've made me,"
Carlos murmured against the base of his neck. "And I
promise you, you won't regret it either."
Trent pulled his head back until he was able to meet
Carlos' hazel eyes again. "I know I won't Love."
Trent's head then bent back down to seal the promise
with a deliberate, lingering kiss that caused
Carlos' blood to start stirring. The Hispanic
officer's hands roamed gently over the P.I.'s back,
and down to rest on his jean clad rear.
Carlos sighed as he submerged himself in the warm,
masculine, scent of the karate instructor, feeling
the strong, pulsing heart pounding in Trent's chest
and once more allowed himself to think about how
lucky he was to have this man in his life. And the
thought that this man had just agreed to spend the
rest of his life with him simply blew his mind.
Trent continued brushing his lips back and forth over
Carlos' lips with the barest hint of pressure as he
settled himself more solidly on top of the Latino.
His lips kissed across Carlos' jawline and across the
base of his throat and bit and tongued the area.
"Know what I want?" Trent whispered, and from the
darkened eyes, Carlos had a pretty good idea.
"What babe?" Carlos asked, squeezing lightly, the
firm cheeks under his hands.
"I want to make love to you," he whispered.
Carlos paused, looking into Trent's eyes.
"You sure?" he asked, wondering about it being so
soon after being released from the hospital.
"What do you think?" Trent asked huskily, pressing
his firming need against Carlos'.
"I think it's too soon," Carlos said honestly,
holding the man on top of him still.
Trent dropped kisses down Carlos' neck and up around
his ear. "Please?" Trent asked, his voice husky with
need. "Besides, are you honestly going to tell me no
on my birthday?"
'Oh Dios,' Carlos' mind whimpered. Why
did he have such a weakness with it came to this
seductive, fair haired P.I.? Once more he was
reminded that 'no' wasn't in his vocabulary when it
came to his too tempting lover.
"Okay, birthday boy, but it's the last wish you're
getting granted today," Carlos finally growled but
couldn't keep the gleam out of his eyes.
"Mmmhmm," Trent murmured, sounding totally
Trent stood up and caught Carlos' hand, and waited
for Carlos to follow. Hand in hand, they walked into
Carlos urged Trent to sit down on the bed and when
the P.I. moved to start unbuttoning the blue flannel
shirt he wore, Carlos captured his hands and stopped
"What's wrong?" Trent asked, slightly
"I want to do that," Carlos told him, kneeling
down on the hardwood floor in front of him.
Trent gave him a beguiling smile and simply
shrugged his shoulders. He could tell by the look in
Carlos' eyes that he wanted to take this slow and
Carlos reached out and gently ran his
hands over the width of Trent's chest through the
flannel shirt until he noticed Trent flinching
"What's the matter Love?" Carlos asked
curiously, then remembered too late, the lacerations
from the whips that laid underneath the material. "Oh
god babe, I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, pulling
his hands away, just in case.
Trent shook his head. "No, it's just that..." his
voice trailed off, as he took Carlos' hands in his
own. In honesty, the cuts didn't hurt any longer, the
skin having been taken care of in the hospital and
"Well what Love?" Carlos prompted.
"It's just, well...it's not very pretty," Trent said
finally. It would be the first time since the
abduction that Carlos would see him without covering
Without a word spoken, the Hispanic officer
unbuttoned one button, then another, gradually
exposing Trent's firm, muscular chest little by
little. At the sight of the cuts, Carlos cringed
inwardly, not out of repulsion, but out of knowing
the pain Trent suffered to get them.
"No matter what happens, there is nothing that could
ever make me want you any less," Carlos whispered.
"I'm just sorry I caused this."
Trent took the Hispanic detective's face in his
hands. "Don't...not now, not today," he whispered.
"Don't you dare try to take the blame of this onto
yourself. It wasn't your fault."
"You were hurt because Valdez wanted to
get to me," Carlos insisted, his throat
threatening to close up on him.
Trent leveled his blue eyes onto him.
"Yeah, Valdez did target me, but it could have just
as easily been anyone else on the force he wanted to
go after," he reminded the officer. "It’s no more your
fault then it is mine for letting them capture me in
the first place."
"Trent..." Carlos started to protest.
"And if you want to talk blame, I had a
gun pointed on you for God sakes!" Trent
Carlos reached up and pulled Trent's
mouth down for a hard kiss.
"Don't, don't do that to yourself Trent, you didn't
even know what you were doing," he said when he
"That doesn't matter, I could have...you could have
been..." Trent trailed off helplessly, his body
shuddering as he thought about it.
"Yeah, but it didn't okay?" Carlos reminded him. He
took both of Trent's hands and kissed them. "Look, no
more blame all right? We're both okay and we have God
to thank for that."
Trent nodded. "You're right, we shouldn't let Valdez
ruin this for us, he's got no claims on us."
Carlos smiled up at him. "That's right babe, he
doesn't if we don't let him. We're in the here and
now like it should be. You've made me the happiest
I've ever been when you said you'd marry me and there
is no 'way' he can taint that."
"I love you so much Carlos Sandoval," Trent whispered
"Then let me make love to you," Carlos
requested. Reaching once more for the buttons of
Trent's shirt, this time he wasn't stopped.
Carlos' mouth kissed and nipped at each new inch of flesh that was revealed, taking care to gently, tenderly kiss each raised wound. When the shirt was completely open in the front, Carlos slid his hands inside to brush and stroke over the toned and defined expanse, thumbs gently tracing over each curve of ribs and muscles. Carlos' tongue trailed down the fine lines until he came to Trent's navel where he dipped and swirled as Trent's fingers combed through his dark curls at his neck.
Trent sighed, closing his eyes as he concentrated fully on the feel of Carlos' lips against his skin, the slight scraping of the Latino's nails against his flesh.
Carlos tugged the shirt out of Trent's waistband and tossed it to the side and pulled his own dark blue long sleeved T-shirt over his head. Trent reached down to caress Carlos and was more than a little surprised when Carlos kept his wrists held to his side.
With an impish look, Carlos resumed his kisses on Trent's chest and concentrated on the pink nubs of his nipples, biting lightly and laving one with his tongue and then the other. Trent moaned lightly as his eyes closed once again. When each nipple was pebbled hard, Carlos stroked them with his thumbs, causing Trent to moan a little louder.
When Trent opened his eyes again, Carlos gently urged him back onto the bed. The Hispanic officer then slipped Trent's shoes off, falling to the floor, the socks following. Carlos' hands then slid up Trent's denim covered legs, stroking his inner thighs and taking pleasure at seeing how snug the jeans were fitting.
Carlos' hands then moved to the fly of the denim and released it, fingers gently pulling the zipper all the way down to give more room to the karate instructor's burgeoning firmness.
Carlos tugged a little on the material, and taking the hint, Trent wiggled his hips and Carlos drew them the rest of the way down lean, firm legs and off, leaving Trent in nothing but a pair of midnight blue briefs.
Carlos ran his hands up behind and around Trent's legs, enjoying the feeling of them tensing and relaxing as he worked his way up to sensitive inner thighs. He leaned in and let the tip of his tongue trail up the pale skin, barely touching and gaining a whimpering sound from the blonde.
Trent squirmed as he felt Carlos' hot tongue running over his hyper-reactive skin, feeling like a flame licking him, igniting each nerve ending as it raced through him.
Closer and closer Carlos moved until his lips lingered over Trent's aching groin. It seemed like an eternity for Trent until he finally felt that tormenting tongue dragging across him through his briefs.
Trent moaned as Carlos' teeth grazed him through the material, pulling at the material as his tongue stroked him. The silk clung to Trent and outlined his need from both Carlos' mouth and Trent's own budding arousal. Carlos continued to bathe him and the flimsy cloth did nothing to provide a barrier from the heat and warmth.
Carlos could feel Trent's erection twitching in anticipation under his mouth, seeking more of his attention. Heat radiated from the P.I., and the smell of his musky need was heavy.
Carlos slowly pulled the fabric away from Trent's body and peeled them down his hips until Trent's length bobbed out to meet him, while the Hispanic detective pulled them the rest of the way off, his hands caressing as he did.
The inflamed length stood from the patch of golden curls with a jeweled tear of moisture clinging to the flushed tip. Carlos leaned in to let his tongue claim the salty fluid as Trent moaned in frustration and pleasure.
Carlos' tongue swabbed around the head of Trent's member, darting across the slit to catch more of the leaking fluid onto it, savoring the heady taste.
Trent's hips moved restlessly as Carlos continued his sampling, his body craving for so much more.
The Dallas police officer trailed his tongue across the underside of the ruddy member, around the sides, across the tip, repeating the motions several times before finally taking the member into the chasm of his mouth.
Trent's body shook and his hips thrust upwards on their own accord. Carlos took Trent in deeper as his hands caressed the blonde's supine body. Trent's fingers wove through Carlos' soft hair and urged him faster with soft moans.
Carlos' hand came up to massage the karate instructor's scrotum, cupping him as his tempo sped up.
Carlos was determined to give Trent all the pleasure he possibly could, the night entirely devoted to his pleasure and his needs. Tonight there would be no rushing, just a slow and steady build up of pleasure, Carlos showing Trent how loved he was beyond words. Carlos was determined to try his best to strip Trent of the horrid memories of being held captive and rebuild it with treasured memories in its place.
"God Carlos, so hot, more...need more," Trent murmured, hips writhing in counter motion to Carlos' mouth.
Carlos' rhythm altered, changing the patterns of his use of teeth and cheeks to keep the martial artist off balance. He kept up his teasing pattern until he felt Trent's muscles tightening in need and frustration.
The Hispanic detective then decided to relent and sped up, taking Trent in over and over again in a relentless tempo.
Trent opened his eyes and watched his length disappearing between Carlos' full lips, watching as he was suckled and lavished with such loving attention and felt the glowing yearning in his stomach spreading in waves through his pulsing body.
Carlos could feel the martial artist's body straining, fighting against the urge to let his control slacken. The Hispanic detective was just as determined to take Trent over the edge and into pleasure as the blonde was to keep a rein on his restraint.
Faster and faster, Carlos pressed on, taking Trent over and over again without pause. The P.I. moaned, arching up to meet Carlos' mouth in harmony with the tempo, his body struggling with itself and losing.
Murmured endearments and incoherent phrases mixed with moans and it encouraged the fire in Carlos' blood, his own arousal becoming tangible, as he kept up his pace. Hearing Trent's voice was enough to drive him to start rubbing his own hardness through his jeans with his free hand.
Carlos felt the tightening, felt the twitching of muscles, and knew it wouldn't take much more for Trent to fall over the edge, so he redoubled his efforts.
With a smothered cry, Carlos felt Trent's whole body spasm and his mouth was filled with his mate's essence, flowing hot and rich into him. He swallowed the salty, tart fluid avidly and gently licked the karate instructor clean as his lover quivered under him.
Trent's chest heaved, drawing in short gasps of air as his head slowly stopped orbiting around the point just beyond. With effort, he came back into himself and reached down to pull Carlos up, onto the bed beside him and voraciously kissed him, tasting himself in the Hispanic officer's kiss.
"I want you inside me," Trent murmured when the kiss was finally broken and they had moved more fully onto the bed.
Broad, tanned, hands ran soothingly over Trent's body. "Querido, you know I want to, but not yet, it's too soon," Carlos reminded him.
Though his own body ached, craving release of its own, it would ease up eventually and he was satisfied knowing he'd brought Trent pleasure.
Trent's paler hand ran down Carlos' sleek, broad chest, down his toned stomach, until he reached the bulging, straining material at Carlos' groin. Fingers rubbed insistently against the officer's hardness.
"Then do something else for me?" Trent asked in a whisper.
"What?" Carlos groaned, Trent's hand making it almost impossible for him to even think, let alone speak coherently.
"I want to watch you while you touch yourself for me," Trent responded, endlessly blue eyes boring into his.
While Carlos was far from being an inhibited lover, he wasn't an exhibitionist either. His thoughts became jumbled when Trent's tongue found its way along the curve of his ear while the instructor's other hand had moved up to unsnap the button on Carlos' jeans and had pulled the zipper down, fingertips trailing over his lower abdomen.
"Please? For me?" Trent asked in a throaty voice.
Lifting up his hips, Carlos tugged the jeans down, Trent's hand helping until he could kick them off. It was Trent's hands though that took hold of the maroon silk boxers with black print Carlos wore and gradually pulled them down, releasing the Hispanic officer's moist, dark, thickened erection from its confines.
Trent's lips nibbled at Carlos' neck while his hand stroked Carlos' chest. The Dallas detective let his own hand roam down his stomach, fingers trailing through the sparse, crisp hair of his lower stomach that led down to denser forest of his groin.
Slowly his fingers closed around his own aching length, and started caressing himself in slow, sure measure. He felt his own warmth, his fingers spreading his own moisture over the inflamed skin as it stirred in his fingers.
Carlos' eyes drifted shut as he concentrated on the internal rhythm that guided his fingers, giving himself the touches that felt the best as he felt the gradual fire stroking in his gut.
Coming down momentarily, he cupped his testicles, squeezing slightly and moaning softly at the reaction. His hand then closed around his member again, teasing the plump head that leaked, getting spread over the length to heighten the friction.
"God, you are absolutely gorgeous," Trent whispered thickly.
Even though his eyes were closed, Carlos could still feel Trent's heavy gaze on him, could feel the smoldering stare as smoky dark blue eyes held fast to his fingers. It was an erotic feeling to know he had the ability to arouse Trent without even touching him, to know that Trent found him so attractive that he was content to just watch him. He had never found himself especially handsome, but Trent had a way of making him feel that way, of making him feel so wanted and treasured.
Trent was overwhelmed at the image Carlos made and he took it all in greedily. His Latino was such a magnificent sight, dark head moving against the pillow under his head, the beautifully tanned skin glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration making it practically glow, firm muscles flexing and unflexing with the building need, hazy, umber eyes burning with desire. It was almost too much to bare.
Carlos felt hot lips blazing a trail across his chest, licking at a nipple while a single finger- tip circled the other.
"Oh Love, wish you could see yourself, so hot, so beautiful," Trent whispered.
The Latino moaned, rumbling in his chest, as his hand picked up the pace and his hips rising and falling in time to his hand. The tension in his body was becoming intolerable, he could feel the driving, pulsing need spreading though him, taking him closer and closer to the brink.
"That's it Lover, come for me," Trent whispered encouragingly.
Carlos groaned loudly in response. Reaching up, he cupped the back of Trent's blonde head and pulled him down for a hot, long kiss. As though a man starved, he plundered the recesses of Trent's mouth, claiming him hungrily as the last threads holding his restraint in check severed.
Carlos moaned deeply into Trent's mouth and was returned as he felt his body trembled and waves of pleasure exploded through him. He continued feasting on Trent's lips as he felt his own seed seeping over his fingers and onto his stomach.
Trent nibbled at his mouth, brushing against them as his body slowly returned to normal, his breathing becoming more regulated as his racing heart reluctantly calmed.
Carlos' eyes gradually opened and he watched through foggy eyes as Trent captured his hand and brought the Latino's fingers up to his lips and gently drew one finger into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue, only to repeat the sensual strokes to all of Carlos' fingers until each was studiously cleaned.
The martial artist then leaned down to kiss Carlos in a tender, consuming, kiss before moving off the bed. Carlos watched Trent's attractive backside as his lithe body moved into the bathroom.
Feeling completely content and sated, Carlos' eyes drifted shut until he felt a moist, warm cloth gently cleaning his stomach. Warm, sapphire eyes looked into his so lovingly that he felt his heart constrict.
Tossing the cloth to the floor, Trent climbed back onto the bed and into Carlos' waiting arms. They closed around him and drew him to the Latino's chest.
"You know, I still can't believe you actually want to marry me," Carlos murmured, kissing lightly across Trent's neck.
Trent turned his head to look into Carlos' eyes.
"Well, you'd better believe it because I'm not going anywhere," he assured the officer and sealed the promise with a kiss on his full lips.
Carlos let his hands travel over Trent's back lightly. "You know, if someone told me I'd meet the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with when I was only a kid, I would have said they were crazy."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Trent murmured. "It seems like so much wasted time, years we've lost."
"Nah, not wasted, not really," Carlos whispered, fingers running through damp blonde hair. "It just makes what we got now all that much better." His lips caressed the soft, pliable ones of the karate instructor. "Besides, we got a lifetime left to make up for it."
"Now and always, Querido, now and always," Trent vowed before kissing his lifemate back.
Outside rain fell, washing the city in a cold shower. The late November wind howled and blew gustily in a chilly breeze while clouds moved against a gray sky. Inside a lone loft, though, it went unnoticed by the two bodies that were entangled in an embrace, two hearts warmed by a love that couldn't be touched.
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