I cleared my throat, bringing everyone’s attention. “We’re leaving on tour in two days, and no offense to any of you, but I want to spend that time with Trent.” I took Trent’s hand, and he followed me out of the booth.
“He has a point,” Trixie said and scooped Cindy closer.
A lot had changed since the memorable day we recorded a demo without knowing that Trent talked the pants off everyone at the building. We’d had several offers from agents and had decided on Flora, who’d shown passion for the punk scene and got us a record deal within the first week of getting her on board. Thank fuck, that had meant they offered us some money upfront, and I didn’t have to look for a new dead-end job, and let myself write more music.
Normally, nothing would happen for months after a band gets signed with a label. Sometimes even for a year or two. But the driving force behind Flora scouring for talent had been cutting one of her bands from an upcoming tour. Without going into detail, she’d told us she’d rather send them to a rehab and seethem well again then push them to do the tour and witness a tragedy.
Her honesty and apparent care for the people she managed led us to believe she’d be a good match for us. Little did we know she’d book us on a tour as the opening band.
And we said yes.
It’s unheard of to be so lucky and jump on a big promo train right away. The huge downside for me was I had to leave Trent.
For a month.
I squeezed Trent’s hand as we made it to the door of my apartment. He’d been unusually quiet, but I wanted us to walk once we sat down.
We removed our shoes, and I led him to the living room.
“Surprise! I opened my arms, presenting the silly idea that had taken me hours to set up.
“Why did you pitch a tent inside your house?” Trent frowned, then his expression changed into one of teary wonder. “Is it for me?”
“For now, it’s the best I can do to compensate for the camping trip we’d never gone to.”
“Oh, babe.” Trent kissed my cheek, then climbed on his knees into the tent.
I joined him, sitting amongst the mountains of pillows and blankets I dragged into the small space.
“This is amazing, Charlie.” Trent hugged a pillow to his chest. “I’m sorry that I’ve been acting weird. I’m stressed and scared about the big changes.” He shrugged. “The gym is one thing, but you being gone fucks with my head.”
“I want to ask you something, but don’t get mad or take it the wrong way, okay?” My stomach turned as I geared myself.
“You’re breaking up with me?” Trent hugged the pillow tighter.
“No, baby, absolutely not. Since I’m leaving, I thought you’ll have time to reflect on our relationship. Like, would you want to experiment with other people? After all, that’s how this—” I mentioned between us—“Started in the first place. I don’t want you to regret it down the line.”
“What?” Trent tossed the pillow aside. “Why would I want that if I have everything I could ever dream of with you?”
I shrugged. “How do you know, though?”
“Charlie, babe, when love slaps me in the face, I can acknowledge it.” Trent being so serious, was making me hot. “You told me I may be a himbo, but I’m not that dumb, right?”
I took his hand and put it on my lap. “Not at all. You’re the best himbo, muscled bottom in the whole wide world.”
He nodded once. “Okay, so I’m calling lime lime lime.”
“You don’t have to say it three times. It’s not Beetlejuice.” I bit my lip not to grin. “But why did you safeword?”
Trent pursed his lips. “I don’t want to talk about the time you’ll be gone. I’ll focus on gym stuff and wait.”
“Okay. Let’s focus on when I’ll be back.” I scooted close to him and sat cross-legged. “I’ll meet you the day we return to Boston. And I’d like you to fuck me. I want to ride your dick all night, my Cupcake. With enough prep, my ass can take your massive cock.” I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction.
Charlie’s lips formed an “O,” and he straightened his back. “I’d love that. But babe, you don’t have to do it for me. I don’t need to top at all, ever. Or fill you with my cock. I’d be content to bottom for you till the end of my days.”
“That means a lot. But I want to feel you inside me. Maybe we’ll practice with toys for a while so you can help me stretch my ass, then fuck me, fill me with your cum like I do you.” My head swam with ideas. I’d thought about him penetrating me for a while. My gender dysphoria had been preventing me from allowing other partners to do that. But Trent changedeverything. With him, sex had nothing to do with gender roles and I could let go of all preconceptions, knowing he’d roll along with it.
“Yes.” Trent bounced in his seat. “You’ll tell me what to do and how.”
