Page 57 of Primary Seduction
“You stare at me much more, I’ll think you have a crush on me,” he said, his voice like gravel and eyes still closed.
Max smiled and turned around to face Trent, he pressed their lips together, making small pecks, nothing too heavy. He was so excited that this had happened; he couldn’t believe it. And he bounced as if he’d had too much sugar.
“What are we doing today?” he asked.
Trent made a growling noise. “Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. I am not setting foot outside this apartment until tomorrow morning,” he grumbled, rolling onto his back and taking Max with him.
“Okay.” He was content to stay here as well. He had to remember to call Mavis and tell her they wouldn’t be making it to dinner though.
They laid in companionable silence for a few minutes, and Max thought Trent had drifted back off until he spoke again.
“What’s got you so jittery this morning?”
“I’m just happy.”
“You’ll bounce away if you’re not careful.”
“Sorry.”
“‘S’okay. Right, I’m awake.” Max would beg to differ. Trent’s eyes rolled as if he struggled to stay awake, so Max decided to go a fetch some coffee—decent coffee—and bring it back.
“Go back to sleep. I’ll fetch coffee and be back soon.” He kissed Trent and left the bed.
“Don’t be long.”
Max smiled as he got dressed, he felt a little stiff from the remaining bruises, but last night, he’d hardly felt them at all.
He grabbed Trent’s keys off the side and headed out the door. Walking quickly blew away a lot of the cobwebs, and he was soon on his way back again loaded with coffees and food; it should wake Trent up a little.
Entering the apartment with Trent’s keys was a new experience but not an unwelcome one. It was a little overwhelming how different things had become in the past week. Max was happy about the turn of events, but he was also a little concerned that Trent was going to change his mind after he’d experienced this for a short time. He knew Trent wouldn’t do it on purpose, but Max was afraid to put everything in.
Oh, who was he kidding, he was all in, he thought with a grin.
He placed the food and drinks on the table, taking off his jacket and draping it over the back of a chair. He walked through to the bedroom, seeing Trent laid with his back to him, covered partially with the cover. The expanse of his back was on show, and Max was mesmerised by the definition there. He knew Trent worked out, maybe not as much this week because he’d been keeping Max entertained, but he usually went every other day if Max remembered correctly.
He stood beside the bed and ran his hand up Trent’s back to his shoulder. A hand grabbed his and pulled him over Trent’s body; Max bounced onto the bed beside him with a laugh. Trent rolled him over and spooned him from behind, wrapping his arms around him.
“Hello,” Max said laughing, appreciating Trent’s warmth after being outside in the cold.
“Hmm. Too many clothes,” Trent growled out, pulling at Max’s clothes until he was laid in his briefs. Trent tried to take them off too, but Max protested saying he wanted coffee. “Coffee?” Trent asked, peeking through his eyelashes.
Max laughed again. He hadn’t laughed like this—in a relationship—in so long. “Yes, coffee is in the kitchen. Come on, get out of bed, lazy ass.”
“I’ll give you lazy ass!” Trent proceeded to roll on top of Max and tickle and kiss and rub against him, getting them both worked up.
Max pulled his head away. “Coffee!!” he shouted. He tried to distract Trent; he wanted to talk to him before they get caught up in the motions again.
Trent rested his head in the crook of Max’s neck and stayed there for a minute before lifting his head and kissing Max gently. Then he pushed himself up and stood, cock standing upright. And looking delicious.
“Seen enough?” Trent said with a smirk.
“Never,” Max answered honestly.
Trent leaned down to peck a kiss on his lips and walked to the bathroom. Max let out a breath once Trent had disappeared. He really did need to speak to him and make sure he was okay with everything that had happened last night. He appeared to be fine, but Max didn’t want to make the mistake of not checking.
He stood and walked to the kitchen with just his briefs on, rearranging his cock a bit now it wasn’t so hard. He got some plates and spread out the food he’d brought—croissants, muffins, pancakes and some fruit bowls. Then he turned the radio on to the local station while he waited.
Trent walked into the room in boxers, eyes widening at the sight of the food. “Did you buy the whole damn shop?” he laughed.
