Read part 15
I was filling in the gaps in Trent’s hectic life, doing his laundry, running errands, and soon my life and his life, melded into our life. The condo next door almost seemed unfamiliar to both of us when we walked in, like a remnant of a past life.
Then, one night, Trent came home and I wasn’t there. I had run to the store.
He called me cell phone and asked, “Where are you? I’m home, and you’re not here.”
I noticed a tone in his voice that sounded like he was upset with me, and I had just had the day from hell. It seemed everything that could go wrong had gone wrong that day, and now to hear disappointment in Trent’s voice was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I’m at the store, Trent. I realized we were out of coffee for the morning, and I forgot to pick it up today. I’ll be home in a few minutes, ok?” I heard myself say in a frustrated tone.
“What’s going on with you? Why are you in such a bad mood?” Trent asked.
“Trent, I’m in the checkout line. Can I talk to you when I get home?” I said, still using the same condescending tone.
“Yeah, I guess.” He said sounding rather confused.
I paid for the few items I had bought, and headed to the car. “Why didn’t I remember to pick up coffee at lunchtime. Now, I got Trent upset with me. What a fucking day…” I thought as I climbed into the car. All the way home, I had beaten myself up for everything that had gone wrong that day. Without realizing it, this had made me flat out venomous by the time I got back to my place. I was pissed at myself and the world, and that was about to make my day even worse.
Trent was in the shower when I walked in, and I put away the few things I had gotten at the store and made myself a drink. A few moments later, Trent emerged from the bathroom.
“Hey,” he said as he walked toward me, cautiously.
For some reason, I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Hey.” I returned.
He leaned in and kissed me, and I pulled away.
“What the fuck is the problem?” he said in an agitated tone.”What do you think, I’m just supposed to be here waiting for you when you get home? Like I have nothing better to do?” I said. I couldn’t believe I heard myself saying it. I hated hearing myself saying it, because nothing in it was true. The truth is, that I was okay with Trent’s schedule, though I’d sure rather spend more time with him. He had been honest with me from the start, and aside from that, I don’t think either of us had planned for our relationship to happen at this moment in our lives.
“Look, I just didn’t know where you were? All I did was call and ask you where you were. What the fuck is the big deal? Why are you being so nasty?”
I have to admit, he was kind of intimidating when he was angry. He towered over me, and waved his arms a lot. I quickly realized I had never seen him upset, and I didn’t like it. The angrier he got the more I wanted to kiss him. Wow, he was hot when he was mad! All I had wanted to do since I met him was to please him, and now I’m standing here causing him pain.
“You know what, FUCK YOU!” He yelled as he turned toward the bedroom.
I immediately started after him, realizing what I had done. “Trent, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just had the worst fucking day, and I just made it even worse by upsetting you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I was a dick. I’m sorry.” I apologized.
Most people feel vulnerable to some extent when they are nude, especially when they are in an argument. That apparently wasn’t the case with Trent. He was tearing into me, full force, yelling about how he was just concerned and that is why he called. And, with each sentence, I felt like a bigger and bigger heel.
He was beautiful. His face was red with anger, and his arms were flailing around, and he kept turning toward me and away from me, telling me about how I was being an asshole to him, and how he had told me he had a rough schedule. He told me he never lied to me, and yelled that this is how it always ends–a remark that was like a stake through the heart to me. I had never thought about our relationship ending; it honestly never occurred to me that our relationship could end.
After a few minutes of him ranting, the world just seemed to fade away. I no longer heard his words. I just saw his anger and drifted off into my own mind, thinking about how awful this all was and how I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was as though I couldn’t take anymore, so my mind simply disengaged, and drifted off to a quiet place. Suddenly, his words boomed into my conscious mind, “I thought you had left me.” I don’t know whether the words had completely left his lips, when I felt a tear shoot down my cheek.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking broken. I wanted the Earth to open up and swallow me. Anything to end this moment, to take it all way. I dropped to my knees in front of him, “What have I done… what have I done…” I kept repeating to myself.
“Trent, I am so sorry. I didn’t even consider that you might think that. I’m so sorry. You have to know that I love you with every fiber of my being, and I have no intention of leaving you, now or ever. You are the only guy for me. You make me feel whole. I worship you.” I grabbed his face, and looked into his eyes, which I now realized were filled with tears, “I worship you.” I told him.
He grabbed my face and kissed me, and slowly lay back, as I slid on top of him, straddling his lap, and kissing him deeply. “I’m so sorry,” I said as we kissed.
“I love you. I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you, Paul. You are my world.” Trent said.
“And, you are mine. I’m so sorry.” I said as we continued to kiss.
After about ten minutes, we had started to calm down. He was lying on his back on the bed, and I was still straddling him, hugging his chest, and he was kissing the top of my head. I rose up and looked down at him, “I’m so sorry. Are we okay?”
He looked back at me, and said, “Yeah, tell me again.”
“Tell you what again?”
“You know. What you told me a minute ago. Tell me again.”
“I love you?” I asked.
“No.”
I quickly recounted the conversation from the past few minutes, and then it clicked, “I worship you.”
“Again.”
“Trent, I worship you,” I said as I leaned down and hovered just above his lips.
“Yeah, I like that…” he hissed, with a big smile on his face. That smile lifted the veil of anxiety that had covered the room, and with that one smile it seemed as though order had been restored. I leaned in and kissed him, and felt his big hands caressing my back and thighs.
“There’s just one thing,” he said, as he broke our kiss.
“Yeah, what’s that?” I asked.
“A suitable punishment,” he returned, as he brought his big hand down against my ass. “You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?”
I just kind of chuckled, and asked, “Oh, I see. Well, what would be a suitable punishment?”
“You deserve to be punished right? For what you did to me, right?” He asked, apparently wanting me to admit I needed to be punished.
Just the way he said it was making me hot! “Yeah, I deserve it. Punish me Trent.”
“Get undressed,” he instructed.
I got undressed, and Trent grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the bed.
One of my arms was trapped under my chest. The other was caught between me and Trent, at my side. He slapped my ass, and my cock jumped to attention. “Fuck, that is hot! I can’t believe this is making me so hot!” I thought.
“Tell me again,” he ordered.
“I worship you, Trent,” I responded.
His hand slapped my ass again. “Again!” He ordered.
“Ow! I worship you!” I cried out.
Suddenly, he got up and straddled the small of my back facing my ass. My arms were still pinned, and he was now smacking my ass with both of his big hands. I could feel my ass starting to burn, but there was something incredibly erotic about this. He seemed intently focused.
“Yeah, look at that ass. It’s glowin’ red. Now, THAT’S a hot ass! You like having your ass smacked?” Trent asked.
“Yes, I love it.” I blurted out.