Page 45 of Primary Seduction
“And how is that?”
“Confused. Light. Horny.” He paused when he had another realisation. “Home,” he whispered.
Max looked across at him at that, eyes wide. They stared at each other for a few minutes, neither breaking eye contact.
“Can I kiss you?” Max whispered.
Trent shook his head but seeing the hurt in Max’s eyes made him clarify. “I want to kiss you,” he said softly.
Max’s eyes widened comically, and Trent would have laughed if he hadn’t been so focused on his admission. Max nodded.
Rising from the sofa instead of scooting across so he didn’t bounce Max, he moved closer then sat down sideways next to him, leg resting on the sofa between them. He didn’t want Max twisting too much and hurting himself further.
He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but if he was honest with himself, it felt right. He lifted a hand to cup Max’s cheek and brushed against his skin with his thumb. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispered.
“It doesn’t matter. Just kiss me.” Max’s breath cascaded across Trent’s face.
The first brush of their lips brought back the memory of Max’s first attempt at this, when Trent rebuffed him. A fleeting thought that he must remember to apologise for his reaction came to mind before the reality crashed in. He was kissing Max.
Trent started with just little pecking kisses before Max groaned and pressed his lips harder. Then Trent licked at Max’s lips for entry, knowing this was the turning point. Permission given, his tongue thrust inside, twining along Max’s, and their kiss deepened further. Trent cradled Max’s head, not wanting him to move too much and exacerbate his injuries. He sucked Max’s tongue into his mouth, then licked inside his mouth again. The kiss went on longer than Trent intended because he couldn’t get enough.
He pulled back when he was breathing so hard, he thought he’d pass out. He sat in the same position, holding the back of Max’s head, gaze roaming across his face. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
Max’s eyes opened slowly, and he stared at Trent. “Wow,” was all he said.
“Are you in pain?” Trent asked, when Max winced.
He chuckled. “Nope, can’t feel a thing. Except for how hard my cock is right now.”
Trent glanced down between them and saw Max tenting his joggers, same as Trent was. He huffed a laugh. “Almost as hard as you were this morning,” he said with a smile.
“Fuck you!” Max said without anger. “You were rubbing all over my body, what did you expect to happen?” He laughed. “I was so sure I’d spill just from that.”
“I had to stop myself from reaching for you,” Trent admitted.
“You should have.” Max looked at him, then nodded. “But you weren’t ready.”
Trent shook his head. “No. I have to admit, Max, I have no idea where these feelings have come from. I’ve never had this for a guy before. I really don’t understand what’s going on.”
Max reached up to cup Trent’s cheek. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together. And if you decide it’s not right…then I’ll deal. I—” Max cut himself off. “Do you want to tell anyone else? Or speak to someone else about us? I’m sure Asher would listen. Or even Logan because he knows I’m hot for you,” he said with another chuckle.
“I don’t know at the minute. Can it just be me and you for a while?”
“Of course. Though remember the party on Saturday. If things go how I’d like them to, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my hands to myself. Although I would if you insisted.”
“Just give me until then to try and figure out what’s going on. Is that okay? Sorry, I feel like I’m pulling you in one minute and pushing you away the next.” Trent rested his forehead against Max’s.
“It’s fine, Trent. You need time to sort out your head. I understand.”
Trent pressed his lips to Max’s again briefly.
They spent the rest of the afternoon, laid on the sofa—Max flat on his back, Trent on his side beside him—watching TV, talking history and books, with intermittent standing and moving so Max didn’t seize up again. And kissing. Lots of kissing. Trent couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed an afternoon quite as much as this one.
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The following day, they made their way across town to Sean and Asher’s place for dinner. Sean had called them the night before ordering them to come over for a home cooked meal, which Trent looked forward to. They’d survived on takeaways for the last few days, not because neither could cook, but because they didn’t want to cook. Trent had gone shopping for a few essential food items, like bread, ham and cheese to tide them over at lunch times.
They arrived on time, which was a first for Max apparently. And that was confirmed when Sean opened the door, then stood there with wide eyes and mouth. “You’re here!”
