Page 43 of Primary Seduction
“You okay, Max?” Trent asked, resting his hand on Max’s shoulder.
Max nodded and rasped, “Yeah.”
“Okay, let’s go to my room, and I’ll grab you some clothes of mine for now. I’ll nip over to your place later and grab some of yours if that’s okay?”
“Sure.” Max didn’t know what else to say. Trent ignored the elephant in the room, and Max struggled with his emotions.
Trent helped him across the hall to his bedroom and deposited Max on his bed. At any other time, Max would’ve been happy for this to happen, but not now. He was ready to run—for Trent’s sake.
Trent dug out a t-shirt, some joggers and boxers and helped Max to dress. Again, it was a case of ignoring his cock, which although wasn’t as hard as in the shower, was still not easy to tuck into clothes. Then he turned and got himself dressed, allowing Max some semblance of distance—at least until the towel dropped as Trent pulled on his boxers and Max saw his ass.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his mind on how much he could worship that piece of perfection. Too soon, Trent hid it under his clothes.
“Right, let’s go get some breakfast. I’m sure you’ll be needing some pain relief, too, won’t you?” Trent asked, helping Max to his feet again.
“Yeah, everything hurts a lot more than it did yesterday.”
“That’s probably because your bruising has set in and you’ve had no paracetamol since last night. I’ll get you some, and hopefully, you’ll feel better by the time I have breakfast ready.” Trent deposited Max on the sofa with the remote within reach and headed off to the kitchen area.
Max shifted a little until he was comfortable and rested his head against the back of the sofa. He was tired already, and he’d only been up for an hour. Trent came back with pain relief, which he gratefully swallowed with a glass of water. Then Trent headed off again, probably to make breakfast.
He must have dozed a little because he woke when Trent nudged him gently, saying, “Max? Breakfast’s ready.”
Max took the proffered hand and stood with a wince. “Fuck. I’m going to have to keep moving. I understand what the doctor meant about not staying in one position for too long. Every time I stay still, I seize up.” He stretched a little, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. It wasn’t as bad as it had been, so the paracetamol must be working.
They sat in the kitchen and ate the omelettes Trent had made. Making small talk while they were eating, Max asked about Trent’s kids and regaled Trent with tales of the characters he’d met whilst working, especially the handsy female last year. She still made Max cringe now when he thought about it.
“Right, if you are okay for me to do it, I’m going to nip to your house and get some of your things. If you can write me a list of what you need and where I’ll find them, I will grab them,” he said as he took the dishes to the sink.
“You don’t have to. I can get Sean to do it. You’re doing enough already.”
“I don’t mind at all, but if you’d prefer Sean to do it, then that’s okay. I know it’s not easy letting someone you don’t know very well into your home.”
Max laughed then groaned. “You mean, like you have?”
Trent creased his brow, looking at Max. “What?”
Max pointed to himself, then around the apartment. “You just said it’s not easy letting someone you don’t know very well into your home. I’m here. In your home. It’s not any different from letting you into my home.”
Trent smiled slowly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“And anyway, we’re close buddies after showering together.” Max threw that in as a joke. Trent stared at Max for a moment, then turned back to the sink.
“Yeah, I guess we are,” he said, then cleared his throat. “Okay, well, there’s a notepad near you, so get writing.”
Max heard the slight order in his tone and shivered. He was a switch but, by god, did Trent’s voice make him want to submit every time. And Trent knew it. Max hadn’t been able to hide his reaction to it last night because he hadn’t been expecting it, and therefore, he had also not been able to restrict his response to it. He’d submitted automatically to Trent’s orders and knew he would follow them, regardless of the outcome.
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Trent
He drove towards Max’s house, trepidation singing through his veins. Even though he’d made the offer, he was worried about what he’d find. Knowing Max’s inclinations, he didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t what he got.
He closed the front door behind him and stood in the doorway to the lounge, mouth open, gaze surveying his surroundings. Max’s lounge was the epitome of what Trent would call earthy. Dark wood floors and furniture, interspersed with a blue rug, green throws over the brown leather sofa and the cream marble fireplace and walls, giving it some lightness. The numerous shelves were littered with books and the walls with art and photographs.
He looked closely at a few of those, seeing a younger Max with who he presumed were his sisters. Trent was being nosy, and he continued through the house giving himself a tour. The kitchen was bigger than his but maybe small compared to some, but Max had made it work with cream coloured base and wall cupboards, giving him plenty of storage, and complimenting it with an amazing red glossy oven.
The dining room had bronze style artwork hung on the cream walls with brown and cream curtains and a dark wood table, chairs and floor. The conservatory was again in browns and creams with additional sofas and a recliner.
