Trent shuts me up, framing my face with his hands and pressing his lips to mine. He swipes his tongue into my mouth, and I meet him halfway, falling into the rhythm of our passion with ease like we’re dancing to the same tune, like we never stopped kissing, like we’ve been exchanging this intimacyuninterrupted for years. My heart races, my body vibrates, my entire being comes alive, and I gasp, breathing for the first time in weeks.
“Trent.” The whimper that falls out of me perfectly mirrors the sudden desperate desire for intimacy so profound that we become one.
Trent stops, touches his forehead to mine, and breathes with me. “Magnus,” he rumbles softly and chuckles. “Gotta stop before we get arrested for public indecency.”
I let my hips rock forward just to feel his dick against mine. It’s surprisingly comforting knowing that kissing me arouses him as much as it does me. “We can kiss again later?”
“To be continued,” he confirms, releasing me and stepping back.
He pulls his keys out of his pocket and offers them to me. “Do you mind?”
I take them, smiling at my husband. “You can be a passenger princess any day.”
Trent laughs as we climb into his car. “Where did you learn that term?”
“One of our subscribers used it in a comment, and I looked it up. How else does a person learn slang in the information age?”
Trent’s laughter is happy and full of mirth, a beautiful sound that brings light into the darkness that’s been plaguing us for weeks. I reach over to touch him, to be part of the joy. He tangles his fingers with mine, giving me the physical connection to him that I’m craving.
“Love you,” I tell him, because I don’t know if there’s anything else that would encompass the way he fills my heart and life. At least, nothing so succinct in English.
He kisses the back of my hand. “Love you too.”
Chapter 44
Trent
The first livestream since my abduction feels crowded. It’s not possible to be crowded in a live stream like you would be at a football game, but it physically feels the same. While Magnus chats with our viewers about nothing in particular and we wait for about fifteen minutes to give everyone the chance to check their notifications, I take a minute to breathe through the anticipated fear that being in front of the camera brings up. I grab a couple of water bottles and set them on the nightstand, then pull out two different kinds of lube to join what we already have out. I don’t need all this, and Magnus knows it’s because I’m taking a break from the camera, so he doesn’t comment.
The viewers do, of course, and Magnus answers them with casual grace. “We have a little show planned, and Trent’s just making sure we have options,” he answers whoever asked about what I’m doing, then he smiles up at me. “Can you grab some M&Ms? I have a feeling I’m going to want a snack later.”
I smile back, reaching out to wipe his bangs out of his face. They immediately fall back over his forehead. “No problem.” I mouth the words, “Thank you,” and “I love you,” and head to the little drawer where we keep our treats, grabbing a packet of candy and a couple of fruit snacks.
Once I’m done with that, I take five deep breaths and rejoin Magnus on the bed, moving him around so that I’m sitting behind him and he’s between my legs. I pull his bare skin against my clothed chest. I might not take my clothes off during this live stream, but Magnus is starting halfway there like we both used to do.
I smile at the camera and remember that I love being on this side of it. The chat goes a little bonkers, and I lose the thread, but Magnus brings me up to date as he addresses what has everyone hyped up.
“Trent and I have something planned as a thank you for sticking around this whole time while he was recovering. I know you all love seeing me come on my own, but you’ve missed Trent, and we know that. So we’re going to do a little something-something for you in a few minutes.”
He watches the comments for a moment, and says, “Did you not see our first video? We were reclined on this bed together. Seeing us cuddling should not come as a surprise to anyone. Men can have healthy relationships with other men without it being romantic.”
I laugh, burying my face in his back. I’d almost forgotten we’re platonic friends to our subscribers. Just to fuck with them, I wrap my arms around his body and hug him tight, resting my chin on his shoulder as I look directly at the camera. “I think it's important for men to have strong ties to their friends and that forging those bonds should include physical intimacy that isn’t sexual. If you can’t hug your fishing buddy, there’s an emotional problem that needs to be addressed,” I tell the camera, stroking Magnus’s nipples.
Magnus grabs my wrist but doesn’t try to pull my arm away. “Unless you are touch-averse. We support all types of people, including people who simply don’t like being touched ortouching things. We know sensory issues exist in neurodivergent people, and we support everyone.”
“Obviously, being touch averse is not the same thing as having societal pressures enforced on you that aren’t healthy for your friendships,” I agree immediately. “If you’re not touch averse, find friendships that include physical intimacies for your own emotional and mental health.”
I pinch Magnus’s nipple and bite his neck. He reacts exactly like I expect, gasping and stretching into both sensations, arching his back to press his chest further into my hand while tipping his head to the side to give me more access. He moans beautifully as I pinch and tug, breath quickening as his cock hardens in his shorts.
After sucking a raspberry hickey onto his neck, I detach and grin at the camera, feeling less overwhelmed than I did at the start. Turning Magnus into a puddle of arousal helps; I might mention that to my therapist in a few days. “Just so we’re clear, Magnus and I are not the standard for physical intimacy between friends. Don’t go around turning your boys on just because I’m allowed to do that to Magnus.”
Magnus whines softly, twisting his head around so he can pout at me. “Why did you stop?” he demands, playfully incensed.
I slide my hand down to his dick, squeezing it over the fabric and laughing. “A little edging goes a long way.”
Magnus bucks up into my hand. “This isn’t edging. This is torture. Why are you so good at this?” he demands.
I laugh, licking a stripe up his neck and jerking his cock through his shorts. “Haven’t you seenallof my videos?”
