Page 11 of Stay A Little Longer
“Oh God…” Trent groaned after a long time had passed and he’d been sure the other man had fallen asleep. “Am I crushing you?”
“No.”
“Fuckin’ liar.” Trent snorted and rolled to his side.
Lance smiled but instantly missed the warmth the other man exuded. He resisted the urge to roll with him. To tuck himself against his side like a lover might. That was not what this was and he was a damn idiot for even considering it.
“I’ll get out of your hair soon. I swear. I just can’t feel my legs yet.” Trent yawned and wiped a hand over his closed eyes.
Lance turned enough to glance at him. He really was gorgeous. Those sharp features and long, thick lashes that covered dazzling blue eyes. His hair was a little long, falling over his forehead and it was a mess right now. Blond and gold and brown it made him want to reach out and push it back off Trent’s sweaty forehead for him. He wanted to nuzzle against the matching blond stubble on his jaw.
And Jesus that body… He bit his lip as he took in the pattern of tattoos that covered hard, square pecs and thick biceps. He wanted to know the story behind each one because in all the years he’d been watching Trent Thorne sing and dance and perform, he’d never seen a glimpse of the tattoos. He hadn’t gotten them for anyone else if he kept them covered so they must mean something.
Trent’s long lashes fluttered and then the full weight of those baby blues pierced Lance. He blinked and swallowed hard. He had to force himself to look away before he spoke.
“You don’t have to.”
“Don’t have to what?”
“Don’t have to go.” He whispered softly, unsure of the words as much as the motivation behind saying them, “Not yet. You can… stay if you want.”
Trent was silent for a long moment. A very long moment. So long that Lance cursed internally before turning his chin so that he could see the man sharing his bed again. A hint of a smile twitched at Trent’s lush lips and his blue eyes twinkled.
“You want me to stay?”
“I mean, yeah… sure…” Lance shrugged, “If you want to, I mean. You can stay the night. I uh… I mean there’s no reason you have to leave in the middle of the night just to walk next door. Right?”
Trent’s lips tipped upwards, “Right.”
“Right.” He confirmed as his own lips twitched.
They stared at each other for a long minute. Content. Happy. Both of them were grinning like idiots and somehow, that made it all okay. Because if Lance was going to act like a fucking crazy person, it was at least nice to know that he wasn’t alone. Trent was right there with him.
He shifted and winced, “I should get a cloth and clean us up.”
“I’d offer but you broke me. I don’t think I could get up if I wanted to. My lower body is still numb.”
Lance barked out a laugh, “Uh huh.”
“I’m serious.” Trent grinned, his eyes twinkling, “It’s uh… been a while.”
“Yeah.” Lance grinned back, “Me too.”
They stared at each other stupidly again. He should get up. Get a cloth. Clean them up and go to sleep. He should let Trent go. He knew it but he couldn’t make himself move away from the other man.
“This day did not end the way I thought it would.” Trent sighed, covering another yawn with his hand.
“Me either.”
“Bad day?”
“Not as bad as yours.”
“No fucking shit, man.” Trent snorted a laugh and then met his eyes again, “But it had a helluva good ending.”
Lance felt that sting in his chest again. The one he couldn’t explain. He pulled his gaze away and forced himself to sit upright. He couldn’t lay here mooning over his superstar crush all night. Their come had cooled and was getting nasty on his skin. He felt sticky as his skin stretched with each movement. He got to his feet without looking back at Trent.
“I’ll be right back.”
