I snorted at his dramatics, then gripped him by the throat. “No. But I want you to be a begging mess once I take care of you today.”
He whimpered, gripping the countertop behind him. “I can’t wait.” The flush on his cheeks grew deeper, and I filed his reaction for later.
“Would listening to my music be a good distraction?” I slid my hand down his arm, then intertwined our fingers.
“Oh yeah. I don’t know much about music, so you can be assured I won’t judge it. But it’s a big part of you that I don’t know yet.”
“Then I’ll play some for you.”
“Really?” He followed me to the living room. “You’ve been so protective of it.”
“Nah. I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“That’s not possible. I’ve seen how talented you are.” The honesty in Trent’s voice told me he truly believed it.
“Original music is much different. We sent songs to several labels and got no response. That’s hardly encouraging. And no one wants to write about us in magazines or influencer spaces to bring people to our gigs. Social media can do so much if it’s only the three of us posting, you know?”
Trent nodded and propped his elbows on his knees, waiting.
I took a deep breath as a twinge of nerves struck me in the stomach.
Sharing my songs for the first time with someone whose opinion mattered to me, was scary and intimate.
And that’s why I wanted to share it with Trent so much.
Chapter Eleven
Trent
Itried not to fidget seeing Charlie pick up the dark blue electric guitar from the stand in the corner. I was waiting for a moment like this—for Charlie to share his songs with me. After all, we’ve already done naked, the act of him baring his soul in the form of music and lyrics, was the most precious. Gone was my concern over my cum leaking through the slit in the cage, I was fully focused on the new gift Charlie had chosen to give me.
He turned on the amplifier and dragged the cable with him so sit in front of me on a chair.
Meeting my gaze, he offered me a small smile. “I wrote this one three years ago. It’s calledMe, Myself, and the World.” He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Okay then.”
He strummed the guitar, then his left hand moved through some chords. It was all sorcery to me and sounded great. But I knew nothing.
Until he started to sing. Then I understood I would never grasp the magic that was Charlie.
“I’m just a human,
Wanting to be me
But you don’t like that,
Forcing me to flee.”
Charlie closed his eyes and his pure voice carrying those words sent goosebumps through me.
“Your goal is to change me
Or erase my existence.
Because I don’t fit
In your ideal system.”
Then the music slowed, and the pain tinged with fury in his voice reached my heart.
