Page 52 of Primary Seduction
“Sounds nice. You’ll have to bring him around here to meet us one night. We’ll get him inducted into our ways in no time.” Johnson laughed at Logan’s remarks.
Max nudged his arm. “Shall we head home?” he asked. Neither had drunk a large amount, but Trent had a nice buzz going. Trent nodded and reached to get his phone. “‘S’okay. I’ll ring a taxi.”
Max received a text twenty minutes later saying their taxi had arrived, and they said their goodbyes, promising to catch up again soon. Trent was more than happy to repeat tonight’s fun; he hadn’t felt as included for a long time. He frowned, he didn’t mean that theyexcludedhim, but he’d struggled to find where he fit, at least that’s what it had felt like. Now though, he’d felt part of it. He wasn’t sure if it was the relationship with Max that had caused it or if something had changed inside of him to help him feel more alive.
He’d spoken to Logan at the party briefly. He’d explained his worries that he’d hurt Max if he changed his mind later. Logan’s advice was simple, if it feels right and good to him, then it’s fine; if he feels uneasy, wait. It was advice he was going to try and take.
He’d also asked him about Max’s case. There was no news, which Logan was pissed about. There was nothing that pissed Logan off more than no leads on a case. Which then reminded him to ask about that guy and girl from last week. Logan had confirmed the girl had been in one piece still and he planned on checking up on her a few times over the next few weeks, just to make sure she stayed that way. Martin had not been happy about it though, Logan had said with a smirk.
The taxi deposited them outside Trent’s building, and they entered the apartment without incident. The fresh air had helped sober them a little. When the door closed behind him, he turned to find Max staring at him, an unreadable look on his face. They stood staring at each other for a few minutes before Trent swallowed and took a step towards Max. He wasn’t sure where he wanted the night to go, but he still felt the same pull to be as close to Max as possible, so he didn’t fight it. He eventually stood toe to toe with him, still gazing at him.
Max lifted a hand and rested it against Trent’s stomach, then slowly moved it upwards over his chest to finish against the side of his neck. His other hand followed a similar route but ended with Max’s fingers cupping the back of his head, tangled in his hair.“Kiss me?” Max whispered.
“Forever.” The words came out before Trent knew what he was going to say, and although they shocked him, they felt so right. He slipped his arms around Max’s waist and lowered his head. Before he made contact, his gaze roamed Max’s face. “Mine,” he breathed and sank into a kiss that quickly turned from soft and gentle to hard and passion-filled.
Trent’s head spun with the taste and scent of Max; it was all around him. He wasn’t sure if the alcohol in his system was making him more relaxed or more reckless, but he lifted Max, who linked his legs around Trent’s waist, and walked towards his bedroom. He wasn’t sure what he was ready for, but he wanted Max in his bed tonight, that much he did know.
Twice along the way, they paused to gasp for breath, but soon started again until Trent’s knees had knocked into his bed. He pulled his head away, stepped back and lowered Max to the floor. He stared in his eyes, trying to find something—he didn’t know what—but finding an awareness that settled him for some reason. He smoothed his hands up Max’s chest and to his shoulders, sliding his leather jacket off and into a heap on the floor. Following the jacket, his hands glided down Max’s arms until he linked their fingers together.
“Only what you’re happy to do,” Max whispered, still gazing into Trent’s eyes.
Trent gave a small smile and lowered his head again, kissing him once, then again in thanks. After that, their kisses turned slow and deep as they divested each other of their shirts and shoes, no hurry in their movements, just a deep realisation to Trent that he was really going to do this with Max. He felt nervous but also as if his nerve endings were alight. He’d never felt this type of connection to anyone, especially not Trish.
He banished that thought the minute it entered his head, not wanting her to intrude on this moment. Fingers caressed down his spine, making him arch and release Max’s lips with a moan, and he buried his face in his neck as Max’s hands continued under the waistband of his jeans to cup his ass. Max used it to pull Trent closer to him, and their kiss turned more passionate as they rubbed their bodies against each other. Trent pulled his mouth away again, breathing heavily and walked Max backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. He pushed a little more, indicating he wanted Max on his bed, and he complied, lying back on his elbows, looking up at Trent, waiting for his next move.
Trent had no idea what he was doing, but he followed his instincts. He knelt on the floor at the bottom of the bed between Max’s legs and leaned forward to kiss the skin of his stomach. Max groaned with the touch, emboldening Trent to continue. His hands ran up Max’s legs until he reached the waistband and looking up at Max, he reached for his button. It undid easily, and he dragged the zipper down slowly, enjoying the anticipation of unravelling what he knew was underneath.
“Trent…hurry,” Max whined.
Trent licked along the waistband, purposefully drawing it out further, then as Max lifted to allow the motion, he pulled them down with his briefs, freeing his cock, which bounced upright against Max’s stomach. He yanked the clothes off the rest of the way and threw them behind him, staring at his cock the whole time.
Leaning forward, he rose on his knees to get closer. He’d never given a blow job before, but he knew what felt good for him, so he’d start there. He reached with his hand, slipping his fingers between Max’s cock and his stomach, holding it steady as his tongue traced from base to tip. He swallowed Max’s taste and wanted more, so he repeated the motion, this time sucking the head into his mouth, eliciting a groan from Max.
Max flopped on his back on the bed, and Trent saw him grip the covers hard enough his knuckles were white. He took this as a good sign and continued a couple more times. The third time, he sucked the head in, he took more into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back off again, his hand stroking up at the same time.
Trent took his cock in again, this time swiping his tongue over the underside of it.
“Jesus, Trent,” Max moaned, breath heaving as he bucked up in response. “Fucking hell.”
Taking note of Max’s responses, made Trent feel more confident he was doing okay, so he kept sucking, using his tongue and his hand.
“Fuck. You have to stop, Trent. I don’t want to come yet.” Trent hummed in denial while Max’s cock was in his mouth, and Max groaned loudly. “Please, stop,” he said.
Trent slid his mouth off and looked at Max; his pupils were blown wide, his cheeks were rosy, and he gasped for breath. He crawled up Max’s body, kissing skin as he went, then rested his lower abdomen against his cock, making sure his jeans didn’t hurt Max, and kissed him. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this and that he was okay with it all. At least so far.
They stayed in that position for a while, kissing leisurely, hands roaming. Max slid his hands to Trent’s jeans and undid the button, then used his hands and feet to strip them off him. Trent lifted his head and breathed deeply as their cocks rested together between them. He stared at Max as he thrust gently, seeing an answering flare in his eyes before Max gripped Trent’s head and pulled him down for another kiss. Trent continued to thrust, rubbing their cocks together, their kisses getting deeper and harder and faster.
Breaking off again, he rested his face in Max’s neck. “God, you feel amazing, Max. I never understood…” he stopped realising what he was about to admit and not sure if he was ready.
Max wrapped his arms around Trent’s head. “I know.”
And Trent believed he did.
Max pushed at Trent’s shoulders, rolling him to his back and straddled him. His bent legs were either side of Trent’s hips, their cocks still touching, and he lowered down to his elbows, hands bracketing Trent’s head. Max was close enough that they could share breath, and Trent found he loved it. He ran his hands up and down Max’s spine and legs, anywhere he could reach.
“Thank you, Trent.”
Trent frowned. “What for?” He hoped they weren’t finished already.
