Page 27 of Note to Self
“Good, hard in the heat, but the customer was pleased.” I unlock the door, stepping back to let Trent in first. “You go up.” I shut the door, kick off my work boots, and dump my bag down. I follow him up the stairs, pulling my T-shirt over my head when I reach the top.
As I walk into the bathroom, Trent is stripping out of his clothes. The sight of him naked takes my breath away. I run my hand up the nodes of his spine, and he looks over his shoulder at me. “Is it crazy to say how much I’ve missed you?” I kiss his nape and wind my arms around his waist, breathing in his scent, slightly citrusy, and the sea air in his hair.
He turns in my arms, catches the belt on my cargo shorts, nimbly opens the clasp, and undoes the button. The zip comes down, and my shorts drop to the floor. My cock is already hard in my briefs. He wraps his hand around the shaft. “I’ve missed you too.”
“As much as I love your hand on my dick, I want to wash the day’s sweat off before we go any further.” I slip my hands in my underwear and push it off my hips and down to meet my cargo shorts. Naked, I turn on the shower. The temperature is set so I only have to wait a few seconds for it to be hot enough to step under.
As the warm water hits my head, a groan escapes me, then another as Trent steps behind me and reaches around to grab my dick again. “I’ll be in charge of getting you clean enough to get dirty with me.”
“I’m all yours.” I spread my arms and legs to give him full access to my body. “You can tell me about this afternoon as you scrub.”
“I said later. I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon, about getting my hands back on you.”
I relax and enjoy his hands all over me. With my eyes closed, I let the water slide over my face as Trent runs his palms over my chest and down to my abs. He closes his mouth around one of my nipples and sucks, drawing the tight nub between his teeth. The loofah has disappeared, replaced with Trent’s fingers curling around the base to cup my bollocks. The pressure on my nipple matches the squeeze of his firm hand, and I buck my hips into his grip. All cognisant thoughts evaporate as his mouth joins the gang. First he swirls his tongue around the head, dipping into the slit. My balls are pulled down from my body, halting any chance of me coming too early. I grunt, but it soon turns into a moan as, in one easy swallow, I’m in his throat.
“Fuck, Trent.” My words are a hoarse curse as he ups his game and fist-pumps my shaft. “I’m gonna come, babe.”
I glance down. He’s looking at me, blinking the water from his eyelashes as he sucks me harder and releases his grip on my balls. Like a cannon shooting its load, I come. My back goes rigid, and my toes curl. Fuck!
Trent pops off my dick, leaving it to hang semi-flaccid. The water washes away the saliva and remnant cum. He presses my lips apart with his, feeding me some of my release. I suck on his tongue, tasting myself, then delving deeper into his willing kiss.
Trent switches the shower off and shucks some of the water from his body, then steps out and grabs towels from the rail above the radiator. After passing one to me, he scrubs at his hair. He dries his body, ignoring his erection.
“You need any help with that?” I laugh and rub my body, including my sated and happy cock.
He wraps his hand around his dick and strokes it slowly. “Only if you want to. We can pick this up again later.”
“I can manage both.” I drop my towel, giving my knees some padding on the tiled floor. Gazing up at him, I let Trent feed me his cock. My deflated cock twitches, reacting to the heat of his cock. Trent doesn’t mess around. His rhythm is smooth as he pumps in and out. I keep my tongue flat and the suction going, knowing he’s not going to take very long. I’m right. In another minute, Trent holds my head still. With a groan, he floods my mouth. As he pulls free, I sink to the floor. Trent’s stomach lets out a huge rumble.
“It seems I’m hungry. Shall we go to the pub?” He walks past me, grabs his jeans, and pulls them back on.
A steak and a few beers sound good. I’m not going to bring up the subject of his art again. “Yeah, saves me cooking. And we can celebrate the news you’re going to tell me all about.”
Trent sits on the end of the bed, chewing on his lip and fidgeting. I take my time choosing what to wear, even though I know it’s going to be a clean pair of jeans and a rugby top. When I sit next to him and take hold of his hand, he sighs.
“He loves them. Merrick, I mean. He wants to run a show at the gallery.” He smiles softly. He looks so cute I can’t help but kiss him.
“That’s incredible. Oh my god! Well done, sweetheart. I’m proud of you. Why didn’t you say so earlier? This is monumental. You get what you want out of your time here. Apart from me, of course.” I nudge him, and his smile grows.
“Yeah, I got you. It doesn’t feel real, though. More like it’s too easy. Itisamazing, but I still have to go home at the end of the summer. I have a house to sort out, and I will have to at least try to see my parents, even if it’s just to tell them whereI’ll be living. Which leads to the next problem. I can’t stay in the cottage, so I have nowhere to live here. Merrick needs more completed paintings. He has a space in November, but I don’t know if it’s too soon.”
“That’s a lot of thoughts whizzing around in your head. Maybe we can work through them one at a time. C’mon, lets grab some food and a couple of beers, and we can work on your list.” I lean in and press my lips firmly to his but don’t take it any further. If I do, we’ll be lying back on this bed and stripping out of our clothes again.
It’s warm enough out not to need jackets. We walk side by side, and it doesn’t take long before Trent entwines his fingers with mine. He gives my hand a squeeze. “It’s all very weird. I’m not used to anyone listening.”
“Trent, sweetheart. I promise I will always want to hear what you have to say.”
We reach the pub and squeeze our way through the holidaymakers to the bar. Now that I’ve been here a while, I recognise a few people. One of them is Benny, the owner of the coffee shop on the high street. He’s talking to the blonde woman from Merrick’s gallery. They both greet us and make some space for us.
“Merrick has been singing your praises, Trent. I can’t wait to see some of your work,” Melanie says.
“You won’t be disappointed. They’re incredible. He’s so talented,” Merlin says.
A blush heats my face.
“Have you done many exhibitions before?” Melanie asks. “No wonder you were so interested in the gallery when you first got here. Is that why you came? To ask Merrick for a show?”
Shit, I haven’t thought about that. Not that she sounds accusatory, just interested. It’s one of the things that I’ve noticed that’s different from London. People are friendly here, not selfish and only looking after themselves. Hell, they say hello when you pass them on the street. “No, I haven’t had any shows before. Apart from wishing to see Merrick and my niece again, I wanted to give myself some time to give this a go. It’s Merlin’s fault that Merrick has seen them.”
