CHAPTER 48
TRENT
I'm silent as Kian walks beside me back to my house, shivering in the short distance, not sure what the correct approach is. I’ll make him a cup of hot chocolate to enjoy in front of the fireplace. I picked up a new movie from the movie house today, so maybe he’ll want to watch it with me. He normally enjoys reruns of old shows, but he could have changed that.
A melancholy feeling washes over me, because I’ve lost two years with him. But this is the time for me to get to know him again, and to fall in love with this version of him. Maybe.
I open the front door to my house, tilting back and checking on Mitch’s house one more time before I turn in for the night. He’ll be fine. His overnight nurse, Katie, is with him. But I’ll always worry about him. He swears up and down that he’s fine, but time will be the only tell.
Kian follows behind me, taking his shoes off and leaving them on the shoe rack beside mine. The sight makes me happy, to see his stuff coexisting with mine after all this time. It's surreal.
“Can I get you anything? Water, hot chocolate?” I ask, leading him to the couch and prompting him to sit down.
He does, crossing one leg over the other, and looking like he did so many times on the pictures on his Instagram. Prim, proper, and so fucking hot, I have to turn my back to him and walk into the kitchen so he can’t see the spontaneous boner I popped just from being in his presence. I don't know what he's doing here, or why he's back, but I'm not going to question it. I have all the time in the world for questions. Right now, I'm perfectly content to enjoy him being here with me.
“Water is fine,” he says. His eyebrows furrow and his nose scrunches as he stares at the TV where the movie is waiting on the play screen. “Since when do you like horror movies?”
I can’t hold back my chuckle at his incredulous tone. “Just recently, I think. I like how they make my heart beat faster and they have me on the edge of my seat.”
He nods hesitantly, but seems appeased with my answer.
I leave him on the couch, and take two bottles of water out of the fridge for us. Then I grab a bag of pre-popped popcorn from my cabinet. What’s a movie without popcorn?
Handing him the bottle, I put the snack bag in between us. “Do you want to watch it with me? Or do you have other plans?” Please, please, don’t have other plans. Please stay with me.
“My plans for the night fell through, so I guess I can stay and watch it with you.”
That feels like a pity agreement rather than him actually wanting to stay, and my heart drops.
“Oh.” I wave my hand, trying to come off nonchalant, and failing miserably. “You can go. I don’t want to hold you up.” Because it would be embarrassing to fall at his feet and beg him to stay with me, to love me and not ever leave me again when he might not feel the same.
“No, it’s fine. Being here with you is better than anything else I had planned.”
Well, fuck me. Okay. Those words shouldn’t hit me as hard as they do, and I have to breathe deeply to hold back the very manly squeal that wants to be let loose. He wants to be here, with me.
Have I hit my head? Am I hallucinating? Or a dream?
Whatever scenario it is, I hope it never ends.
“Okay, are you good with a horror movie? If not, I have some… old movies.” I trail off awkwardly, because the old movies are action movies that we used to watch in the first apartment we lived in together. Crammed together on our small twin size bed in front of the TV, since we didn’t have enough money for a real couch or a bed frame. But we did the best we could, and some of my favorite nights were the ones we spent wrapped in each other’s arms while watching over the top fist fights between good and evil.
“You already got the movie, and I know you have to return it tomorrow. But I swear to god, if you make fun of me for being scared, I’ll be mad at you,” Kian says.
I hold out my pinky to him, like I did that day in his bedroom promising him I would always be there for him. A pinky promise between two people is one of the most sacred of promises. He lifts his hand up and twines his finger around mine.
A zing goes into my finger and deep into me. The feeling causes a shiver to rake down my spine. Just like when I accidentally tackled him outside, I got too excited at seeing him walking away and I forgot that we aren't the same as we were. I don't have the right to touch him as freely as I did. But the feeling of him pressed against me in any way does something to my body. It reminds me of all the times we’ve been connected in one way or another. My dick gives a pitiful throb behind the zipper of my jeans. It’s been a while since I've seen any action, and it’s making me a little desperate. I had issues with Hunter, but it seems like those are no longer a problem when I'm around Kian.
“Deal,” I tell him.
Every jump scare in the movie sends Kian a little bit closer to me. In the past five minutes, his body went from completely pressed up against mine, to his left leg hooked over my lap. Now half of his ass is in my lap while he covers his eyes with his arm.
“Tell me when it’s over, please. I can’t watch.”
I can’t resist the urge to wrap my arm around his shoulder and tug him into me. He comes willingly, nuzzling the side of his face against my neck. His warm breath caresses my skin, and the partial hard-on I’ve been sporting all night goes full mast. It’s tucked into the waist of my jeans, so it’s uncomfortable, but there’s less chance of Kian feeling it and freaking out on me.
“Is it done?” he whispers, and his lips ghost against the pulse point in my neck. I breathe in a choppy breath.
“Not yet, Freckles.” My voice cracks as the nickname slips out of me like second nature, but I refuse to take it back.
“Why did you think this was a good idea? I’ve never been a fan of scary movies.”
“I’ve watched this one twice. It’s entertaining, and it doesn’t require too much focus to know what’s going on.” Which is perfect for tonight, because the only thing I’ve been able to focus on is Kian.
Kian and his blond, curly hair. Kian and his bright green eyes that are framed by those dark eyelashes I love to stare at. Kian and the smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Just Kian.
He caught me staring a time or two, but never said anything, so I never stopped. How could I? I want to take in every detail of him while I have him here. Before he dissapears. The septum ring from his pictures is tucked up in his nose, so I didn’t see it at first. Now all I want to do is look at it while he’s on top of me.
My pulse is thundering as his mouth presses against my skin.
Oh.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
I flex the muscles in my core, wanting to bury these feelings deep inside of me and remember it for after he leaves. As soon as that door shuts, I’m going to pull my dick out, and it’ll be over in less than a minute.
Just having him this close to me, being able to smell the floral scent of his shampoo, is shorting out my brain.
I’ll never be able to move on from him, no matter how many times I try to tell myself that I can. He’s embedded too deeply inside of me–he’s a part of me. To live without him would be like living without vital organs. It’s impossible.
I shift, not enough to move him, but enough that his mouth disappears away from my neck and I can take a breath not filled with lust.
“It’s over,” I say, and he doesn’t move. He doesn’t move. Why is he not moving?
His mouth presses against my neck again, harder this time, and I shudder. The feel of his warm, pouty lips against my skin has me begging internally for him to do more. I need him on top of me, inside me, fucking me until I can’t breathe.
Kian shifts farther onto my lap, his ass pinning me down to the couch. I’m going to come in my pants from the heavy feeling of his perfect ass against my cock. I won’t be able to stop it.
“Trent?” His voice is husky, and a groan breaks free from my chest when he subtly grinds against me.
“Yeah?” I pant, at his mercy. He could ask me anything and I would oblige. I can't get over the shock of him being here.
“I need you to fuck me.”