Page 70 of Primary Seduction
Max knelt in front of him and smoothed his hands up Trent’s thighs, trying to bring him out of sleep slowly. “Trent?” he whispered. “Trent? Wake up for me, sweetheart.”
Trent made a snuffling sound before lifting his head and groaning, his hand immediately reaching for the back of his neck. Max winced, knowing exactly how that would be feeling.
“Oh, sweetheart. I bet that’s sore.” He straddled Trent’s legs and used his hands to massage the back of Trent’s neck and shoulders, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. Trent leaned his head against Max’s chest and rested his hands on his thighs.
“Fuck, that hurt,” he croaked, voice hoarse from sleep. “Thanks.”
Max continued for a moment. “That any better?” he asked.
Trent moved his head from side to side. “Yeah, thanks.” Then rested his head against the back of the sofa and looked at Max.
Max brought his head down and kissed him, softly and slowly, then pulled away. “How are you doing?”
Trent closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’ve no idea. My brain has gone on hiatus now.”
“I know you want answers, Trent, but there is nothing you can do until this afternoon. Try and relax a little, eh?” Max pushed his groin against Trent’s. “Do you want a distraction?”
Trent pressed his hips up while holding Max down with his hands. “As much as I would love it, I would be no good to you at the moment. I’m shattered.”
“Come on, then, let’s get you back to bed.”
Max climbed off and pulled Trent up with his hands. Linking their fingers together, he walked Trent back to the bedroom, tucking them both back under the covers. He wrapped himself around him as much as he could, hoping to help him relax enough to sleep some more. Within minutes, Trent was asleep, but Max stayed awake long after, wishing he could help.
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Trent’s alarm clock woke them three hours later. Max, usually one to bounce out of bed as soon as the first chimes had begun, groaned groggily as he rolled off Trent’s chest. If they hadn’t both had to go to work, he would’ve thrown the clock out the window.
He rubbed his hands over his face, noticing the bed move as Trent got up.
“Do you want to share a shower?” Trent asked.
“Do you want to get to work on time?” Max joked.
“I suppose I better as I’m leaving early.”
Trent stood and walked to the bathroom, and Max heard the shower start. He wasn’t really going to let him shower by himself. He believed Trent needed another release to calm him. He followed a few minutes later, seeing Trent already in the shower with his head bowed under the spray. He climbed in behind him and slid his arms around to the front, ignoring his cock for the moment. He stroked and petted his chest, kissed his back, smiling in amusement as he saw the nail marks in his back.
“I’ve marked you up,” Max said.
Trent turned and circled his arms around Max. “I did you too.”
“You have? Where?” Max looked down at his chest, seeing a few red marks dotting his torso. “Looks good to me,” he said, smiling.
“And here.” Trent lifted a finger to run along his collarbone and the side of his neck. “Sorry, I kind of lost control. You might need to wear tops with collars for a while.”
Max rolled his lips in and closed his eyes and arousal streamed through his system at the idea of being visually identifiable as belonging to someone. As belonging to Trent.
“Sorry.” Trent pulled back, and Max realised he’d mistaken what Max was feeling.
He pulled him back. “Don’t be sorry. It’s hot. I was trying not to come at the idea that I’m claimed,” he whispered.
Trent looked into his eyes for a moment, then nodded as if reaching a decision, then he lowered his head and kissed him. Max slid his hands in Trent’s wet hair, deepening the kiss as much as he could. Then he slid his hands down his chest towards their erect cocks, gripping them both in one hand. With the water acting as a lubricant, he began to stroke them both, receiving and giving groans and moans but not rushing anything. It may make them late, but they both needed it.
After leisurely taking his time, he couldn’t take any more and began tightening his grip and stroking faster. They stopped kissing and just breathed into each other’s mouths until they came almost simultaneously over each other. Max let go of their cocks when his became too sensitive and picked up the soap. He began to wash Trent, who washed him in turn before they got out and dried off separately. Max knew they would be leaving later than they should, but he couldn’t get it in him to care this morning.
They dressed quietly, making small talk, mainly with Max trying to distract Trent a little.
“I’m going to have to go. I’ll grab a bagel or something from the café on the corner before I head to school.” Trent leaned over and kissed Max before grabbing his bag and keys and headed to the door. There, he hesitated. “Would you come with me today?” he asked quietly without looking back.
