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Max stood with a small smile and retrieved the bag, giving Trent time to adjust his cock to sit better behind his zip.
“You don’t have to have it if you don’t want it,” Max said shyly.
“Gimme,” Trent replied, hands making grabbing motions.
Max laughed and handed over the bag. Trent opened it to reveal something in a soft green fabric. He pulled it out and laughed when he realised how big it was. When it was fully out of the bag, Trent took his time to look at it. It was a throw, he assumed for his sofa; and it was perfect. Trent frowned.
“If you don’t like it, I can take it back.”
Trent looked at Max, seeing the distress on his face. “No, it’s…I love it. Thanks.” He fingered the softness, more than a little overwhelmed with the gift.
“Let’s put it on,” Max said softly as if he realised this was a big thing for Trent.
He cleared his throat and stood. Max helped him spread it over the sofa, making it instantly look better and more homely. He cleared his throat again. “Thanks, Max.”
Max squeezed his shoulder. “You’re welcome.” They sat down again. “Now tell me about your ex-wife.”
“Do I have to?” Trent whined, starting to feel more at ease again.
“Nope, but I thought you might want to.”
He sighed. “She came around earlier wanting money, as usual. Granted it was for stuff for Harper, but she drives me crazy.”
“That’s why you divorced her, wasn’t it? Because you couldn’t live with her anymore?”
Trent hesitated. No one knew the real reason he left. He had thought it better that his friends just believed that he left because he’d had enough of her. If they knew she’d cheated on him, they would’ve hated her even more, though why that would’ve bothered him, he didn’t know.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Max said.
What was it about this guy that made him want to spill his guts? “She cheated on me.”
“Oh, Trent.” Max reached forward and rested his hand on his knee.
He looked at Max’s hand for a moment, feelings swirling through him that he couldn’t understand. “It probably wasn’t the first time. I came home from school early one day. I was ill, and the head had sent me back. Found them in the shower together, so as they were…finishing off, I packed a bag.” He laughed. “She couldn’t do anything to deny it, though she tried to tell me I was overreacting.” He huffed. “She hasn’t changed.”
“Bloody hell, Trent. I was right when I said she was a bitch.”
“Yeah, she was and still is.” He laughed.Trent was still aware of Max’s hand on his knee, which he hadn’t removed, and suddenly, it became like an elephant in the room. Trent’s breath increased as he locked eyes with Max, he wasn’t sure if in fear or anticipation of what might happen. What was he thinking! He was straight! He saw Max lean closer, and Trent didn’t move. He knew what was going to happen but couldn’t either stop it or encourage it.
When Max’s mouth touched his, Trent’s eyes closed, and he felt the softness of the caress all through his body. When he felt his cock harden, he panicked, standing up so quickly, he knocked over the mugs.
“What the hell, Max!” he shouted as he stormed to get a cloth to clean up the mess. “I’m not gay! We’ve just been talking about my ex-wife, for god’s sake!”
“Fuck!” He heard Max say. He turned back to the sofa and saw Max walking to the front door. “Sorry, Trent.” With that, Max opened the door and left, closing it quietly behind him.
Trent stood staring at the door, confused by the feelings that were streaming through his body: anger, denial, want, arousal. The feeling that he wanted Max to come back. What was going on?
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Chapter 6
Max
“Fuck, shit, damn, bugger, blast! What the fuck were you thinking, Max?” Max stormed to his car, shaking his head and took the anger at his stupidity out on the car door, slamming it shut. He leaned his head back against the headrest and rubbed his face, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t help but see Trent’s face behind his closed lids and feel the softness of his lips. “Stop it.” He sat upright and started the car. He had cleared the rest of the day so he could see how Trent was and now he had the luxury of several empty hours ahead of him. Wonderful.
As he drove home, he thought about what he’d just lost. Trent wouldn’t come near him now, not unless he had no choice.What the hell had he been thinking? Trent was straight and just because he’d let him hold his knee, he went in for a kiss!Jesus fucking Christ, Max Hughes!
Arriving home, he slammed the door of his car again, then slammed the door to his house. If he could find other things to slam too, he would. Max threw himself on his sofa and shouted, “Argh!” He was so pissed at himself. He frowned. No, he wasn’t just pissed at himself. He was annoyed at Trent because he’d rejected him.
