Page 40 of Primary Seduction
“Shit, Trent. That fucking hurts,” Max moaned, clutching his waist and breathing slowly but deeply as the doctor ordered.
“I bet it does. Come on, let’s get you upstairs.” Trent grabbed the bag and threw it over his shoulder, then eased Max out of the car and keeping his arm around his waist, but it was slow going. Trent debated his next words but decided to offer anyway. “Would it be easier for you if I carried you?” he asked softly.
Max slowed until he stopped and looked over at the doors of the building, then at Trent. He grimaced, then said, “Would you mind?”
Trent shook his head quickly. “I don’t mind, although I don’t know if it will be any more comfortable than what you’re already feeling.”
Max tried for a smile. “It can’t hurt much more than it already is.”
Trent double checked Max’s face before bending down to reach under his knees. As he took Max’s weight, Max groaned and clutched his arms around his own waist. Trent proceeded down the hallway to the lift, and then out of the lift to his apartment. He could see and hear Max was in pain, but there was nothing he could do about it—and he hated it. He slowly stood him back up outside his front door, keeping hold of him tightly as Max regained his breath and his equilibrium. He only realised after a minute that he was stood there with both arms around Max and his head resting against the side of Max’s head as he rested it on Trent’s shoulder. Max had what felt like a death grip on the back of Trent’s shirt too.
Trent knew he should pull away, but he couldn’t. Max was the one who eventually lifted his head and looked up at Trent. “Thanks,” he whispered.
“No problem,” Trent whispered back. He felt the need to close the distance between them, and he almost did, but Max’s eyes widened, and he pulled away a little faster than he should have given the groan that came out of his throat. Trent unlocked the door and led Max to the sofa, allowing him to get himself in a comfortable position—on his nice new throw—before he returned to close and lock the door behind him.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked as he removed his coat and hung it up above his newly removed boots.
Max cleared his throat. “Yes, please,” he answered.
Trent went about getting coffee, a glass of water and a glass of juice for him. He could’ve asked him what he wanted, but he knew Max would already be feeling a little out of sorts being at someone else’s place and probably wouldn’t feel comfortable asking for what he actually wanted. So, he took the decision out of his hands. Okay, it wasn’t the coffee that Max liked—and Trent may have to remedy that sooner rather than later—but it was hot, and it had caffeine in it. He made a note that he’d have to go food shopping now he had a guest. He mentally winced at the state of his bank balance, but he’d make it work.
Placing everything on a tray—he’d put some biscuits on there too—he took it over to Max and placed it on the coffee table.
Max chuckled. “You expecting company?”
Trent felt his face go warm as he realised Max was laughing at how much he’d brought over. “I wanted to make sure you had something you wanted.” Trent shrugged as if it was no big deal. Although he had no idea why itwasa big deal.
“I think you covered it.” Max smiled at him, and Trent’s heart rate increased as did the blood flow to his cock.
He looked away, busying himself with the contents of the tray, until his phone rang. It came up as an unknown number and usually he wouldn’t answer but something made him take it.
“Hello?”
“Mr Walker?”
“Speaking.”
“Good afternoon. My name is Dr Stone from the hospital. It’s regarding your test results.”
Trent sucked in a breath, not sure what he hoped for. “Yes, what do they say?”
“Everything is good, Mr Walker. There are no signs of any brain damage or anything that would cause what was described. At this point in time, I would suggest that it’s stress related. Try and sleep well, exercise more and eat well. See how that helps. If you still have problems in a few weeks, come back to see us. I’ll leave an open appointment for you for the next six months. Any issues or questions within that time, just ring up and we’ll book a time to see you again.”
“Okay, thanks, Dr Stone.”
“You’re welcome, Mr Walker.”
They hung up, and Trent stared at his phone for a moment.
“Everything okay?” Max asked.
“Yeah. That was the hospital with my test results.”
“And?”
“Everything’s clear.”
“That’s brilliant news.”
