Page 32 of Primary Seduction
The trip home seemed to take even longer because he drove carefully, but eventually they arrived. He carried Max to the lift and down the corridor to his apartment. Luckily, the night porter didn’t spend his time in the front entrance to the building; otherwise, Trent would’ve had a lot of explaining to do. He still might if anyone looked through the CCTV videos at any point. Unlocking his door was fun, but he managed it, closing it with his foot.
Trent laid Max out on his bed, hearing no protest of any kind from Max. He was out cold again. Trent decided to remove some of Max’s clothes, so he didn’t overheat now he was out of the cold weather. Once he removed his coat, he left Max while he got some paracetamol and water for him. By the time he returned, Max was awake again.
“Hey, how are you doing?” Trent sat on the edge of the bed carefully, trying not to bounce too much.
“Okay…phone?”
“Oh, yeah, hang on.” Trent left the tablets and water on the bedside table and went for his own coat which he’d taken off when he’d gone for the water. He retrieved the phone and handed it to Max.
Max held it up to his face, close, groaned and dropped his arms back to the bed.
“Do you want me to do something on your phone?” Trent asked.
“Yeah…AN…open.”
Trent opened Max’s phone, then pressed the AN button. “Passcode?” Max lifted his thumb so Trent turned the phone so Max could reach. “Okay, what now?”
“Red…button.”
Trent saw it. “What, I just press it?”
Max nodded, then winced in pain. “Not a…call…a message.”
Trent raised his eyebrows but did as asked. He saw the red icon turn green and blinking so told Max that.
“Thanks.” Max wheezed, so Trent passed the water to him, helping him sit up a little to take a sip. As he laid him back down, he felt something underneath Max’s sweater and wondered what it was. He decided to have a look at his chest to see if there were any visible marks—and see what was underneath. He lifted Max’s sweater, gasping when he saw the bruising, then all the air left him when he saw the leather harness. Trent’s immediate reaction was not appropriate for the situation, but try as he might, his cock would not calm down.
“Fuck!” he mouthed.
Max tried to pull the sweater back down, but Trent had a question.
“Do you want the hospital or doctors to see this?”
Max hesitated, then shook his head.
“Then shall I help you take it off?”
Max nodded slowly. Trent helped Max take off the sweater, trying to ignore the hisses and groans of pain coming from Max. Once it was done, he let Max rest for a few minutes before trying to figure out the harness.
“Undo front…clasp,” Max croaked. Trent was sure Max had some broken ribs.
Trent did as Max said, rolling him to each side to take it off his shoulder. He eyed the remaining leather heading down into his trousers, not sure how to do that bit. He looked to Max. “How do I…?” he indicated Max’s trousers.
“Don’t…worry…leave it,” Max said.
“No, I don’t mind. I just don’t know how it works.”
“Need to…get naked…” Max smirked, then hissed as the cut on his lip began bleeding again.
Trent blushed and closed his eyes in embarrassment.
“Joking…undo trousers…unclip strap…each side,” Max said.
Trent cleared his throat, then moved his hands to Max’s zipper. He bit his lip as he lowered the zipper, then spread the trousers wide. He noticed the clips and unfastened them quickly, then redid the trousers.
“There…not so…difficult…was it?” Max huffed, then groaned.
“Serves you right,” Trent replied haughtily. He folded the harness up and moved to his wardrobe. “I’ll put it in here for now, in case we get visitors.”
