[ cross posted to spacey_cuba and new_cuba ]Trent was in sorry shape. Then again when was he not seemingly in sorry shape? Their show that past Saturday night had been an extra wild one and Trent and the guys had ended up getting too exuberant in their destruction. A flying guitar had hit Trent in the side of his head, and now he had a nice big purple bruise on the side of his face and up into his hair if you looked hard enough. Of course he had gone to the hospital and all, but he didn't dare call in sick.Monday at work, he was there on time, though a bit slow. His head was pounding and all he wanted to do was go lay back down (they had said he had a light concussion,) but instead, Trent stood by his filing cabinet doing his job just like he always did when Spacey made his way in. He had his hair pulled down into his face though, and looked a bit more gothboy than he usually did in the office.There was even a steaming hot latte waiting for Spacey when he got to his desk. Trent was getting good at this, though he was having to lean a bit against the filing cabinet. He wasn't going to complain, and sure as hell not say anything to Spacey about it."Trent, rather than file can you get the meeting room set up? There's an emergency meeting in five." Spacey stormed through the office, talking into his cell phone and shuffling through a pile of papers on his desk at the same time. "Fuck...where's that report their company faxed through?"Blinking a bit in confusion, Trent tried to catch up with Spacey's mile-a minute firing of words. "Set the meeting room up?" he asked softly, and then looked down into his hands and blinked a time or two as he said, "You mean this report?" Thankfully he had the report in his hands, for he was about to sort it along with all the other papers he was assigned to watch after.Trent offered the report to Spacey, and then made his way out of the office towards the break room. He was a bit disoriented, but making coffee and carrying mugs wasn't all that hard. Fuck.. I hope Spacey doesn't make me stay in the meeting. thought Trent to himself as he went about setting stuff up. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stay awake - he had been struggling all morning. None the less, when Spacey stormed through the meeting room's doors, everything was perfectly in place and Trent sat perched on his stool in the corner, gripping the top of it to keep from falling off. This was going to be a long day."Good...good thank you Trent." Spacey flipped through the report, scanning his finger along some figures. "Ha ha! I knew I was right!" Some suited figures started to file into the room, and Spacey nodded at Trent to stay where he was. He flicked on the multimedia projector, bringing up a graph on the screen. "Okay, I understand we have a problem..."Ugh... a meeting in the dark... Trent would have messed with his hair or done any number of things to fidget the time away, but his head hurt too much and his thoughts felt like they were trapped under about six feet of water. He kept himself awake by puttering around with the coffee. The meeting dragged on, and Spacey just got more and more heated. The deal wasn't going well, and Trent could sense his boss' aggravation from the back of the room. For once, he was kind of scared.After the meeting, Trent cleaned things up as quickly as he could, as unsteady as he was. He was a bit slower than normal, but hid it well with looking busy and keeping his head down. Thank goodness Spacey hadn't noticed the purple creeping from Trent's hairline and down along his cheek on the left side of his face. He was careful to give Spacey a respectful distance. It wasn't until late in the day when his boss noticed his existence and demanded some of Trent's attention.Meeting finished Spacey slumped in front of his laptop. He had offset a major problem with one of the company's clients. The representative they had sent was a complete and utter prick who thought he knew everything, but eventually Spacey had proven that he was right and this guy was wrong. It had taken him all his power not to be rude to the guy, but now he was gone and Spacey was victorious.Spacey called Trent over. "Clean up the cups and then..." He looked at the slightly wildly dressed Trent. "...want to come over to my place." It was more a statement than a question. Spacey needed some down time, and what better way to relieve that stress than Trent?Trent walked into the office with his arms full of papers and a rather confused expression on his face. What was he just doing? Oh yea.. Spacey wanted something out of me... As the invitation was issued, he felt his cheeks darkening a bit, and with a careful swallow he nibbled on his lower lip a bit. "I would... be glad to come by if you'd like me to, Sir." he then said in a soft tone. Talking loud hurt his head."Would you like me to pick up anything on the way? Like some dinner for you or anything?" he then offered, automatically. He was getting far too whipped, and tomorrow he'd probably be bitching about it but for now, Trent was in the moment and on auto pilot. Spacey needed something, so he'd better get it."No I'll order in. Just meet me in the foyer. I'll drive you there."Secretly, Trent was thankful Spacey was offering to drive. "Let me just finish up really quick..." he said, motioning towards his little corner of the office, strewn with papers that he'd been sorting. "Just a moment..." Within like five minutes, Trent had cleaned his stuff up (almost knocking himself down in the process) and was ready to go. He didn't want to keep Spacey waiting.Spacey met Trent in the foyer without a word. He just called the elevator down to the car park and clicked open the new Mini Minor he had bought himself. He missed his dog and he missed his car; at least he could do something about the car.Trent was silent on the ride back to wherever they were going. Really he didn't matter - all he wanted was to take some of the vicoden they'd given him at the hospital, and lay down - but instead he was here with Spacey trying to make the big man happy. Sighing, Trent curled some and faced his head out the window, watching the scenery go by. He doubted Spacey had noticed how quiet he was, and actually preferred not being a pussy and complaining to his boss about his cotton-filled head. When they arrived at Spacey's home, Trent was quietly impressed.Spacey unlocked the door but didn't bother turning the light on. He simply took his suit jacket off, hung it up, and then pulled Trent to him. "Thank fuck today's over."Gasping softly, Trent had to fight his spinning head, and just ended up leaning against Spacey, thankful for the warm big body to hold him up. "Yea... that meeting was really harsh," he murmured, hazel eyes glancing upwards to Spacey as he lifted up onto his toes, arms twining around his boss's neck."I showed him a thing or two didn't I though?" Spacey said proudly. He pulled Trent's head down to his and gave him a claiming kiss.Trent's worded response was lost in the kiss, and he had to cling to Spacey to keep from losing his orientation. The big man was sucking the breath from his lungs and making Trent feel rather like Spacey's toy or plaything. Breathless and half cross-eyed, he moaned a soft little sound and then surrendered to Spacey's will. He didn't have the strength to fight, nor the willpower to be perfectly honest.Spacey pushed Trent back against the wall, all the time his tongue invading his mouth. His hands forced his shirt up, feeling for more and more skin. His actions were increasingly rough, as if he couldn't get enough of Trent. This was the solution to all the stress which had built up over the day.With Trent's surrender came... his carefully held control. Up until this point, he had held a certain part of himself back, keeping the monster in the closet. In his current rather disoriented and compromised mental state, when he returned Spacey's almost painful kiss, it held a certain edge that Trent's kisses had yet to hold. Moaning again, Trent threaded a hand through Spacey's hair along the back of his head, and rather wantonly pressed the blunt nails into the flesh under Spacey's fine silk shirt. That hand traveled farther, wrapping long fingers around Spacey's tie. Trent gave a tug as he displayed a rather savage smile against the bigger man's lips."Need this," Spacey moaned, the heat rising through his body, helping him forget the trials of the day. His hands went to work on Trent's clothes; his actions more desperate than Trent's, fingers fumbling for buttons as he pushed him even harder against the wall.The hand tugging on Spacey's tie tightened, and Trent held the bigger man captive there, happy to have his lips plundered and bruised with pressure. His other hand started working at Spacey's clothing, fumbling as much as the big man was in his haste to seek out skin. Spacey had started a dangerous fire, and Trent was ever so happy to fan the flames. Wantonly he arched his hips towards Spacey, letting the other man feel his arousal, already hot and heavy behind the fabric."Fucking clothes," Spacey hissed trying to get at Trent as fast as he could. His shirt was undone and he started desperate work on his pants. He gave a grateful grunt when he discovered no underwear to impede his progress.Trent helped all he could, shedding his shirt with a shrug, and then shimmying his hips to get his pants down far enough to step free of. It was Spacey's turn next though, for it was never fun when you were the only naked one. Growling softly against the big man's lips, Trent's nimble fingers made quick work of the cloth keeping their skin apart. When Spacey was finally gloriously naked, he pressed himself in, lips issuing a needy little moan."Bed, now," Spacey ordered. He pushed Trent backwards and gave him a shove onto the bed, not even noticing that he hit his head on the headboard on the way down. He was too busy scrambling in the drawer for a condom.Stars exploded in Trent's vision, and he gave a drunken little sound as the world swam around him. If Trent was disoriented before, he was downright lost now. Another little whimpering sound, and Trent was seeking out Spacey more by motion and warmth than sight, looking for the bigger man as the world did funny things around him. His head didn't feel so good, but he'd worry about that later. For now, he had a fire to put out with Spacey's name on it.Spacey hurriedly rolled the condom on, spat onto his hand and gave a cursory rub over his cock. Pushing a hand down onto the middle of Trent's back to hold him down he forced his cock into him. "Fuck...need this now," he grunted.Not expecting the sudden invasion of his body, Trent gave a shriek of a scream, and fought against the pressure holding him down. He had never resisted Spacey before, and was surprisingly strong as he tried to thrash the weight off himself to no avail. A moan was wrestled from him as Spacey sunk down to the hilt, and forced Trent to lay there and take what he was dishing out - like it or not. Reason was returning slowly, or at least enough reason for Trent to remember he was in his boss's bed and being used as a stress ball again. The thought was far away though, Trent wasn't honestly sure if he was awake or dreaming.Spurred on by Trent's cries Spacey thrust so hard Trent's head slammed into the headboard. With each snap of his hips there was an ensuing thud as Trent's body was pushed by the force of Spacey's body.Growling against the pain, Trent tried to shift his hands forward and brace himself against the headboard, but it was only half effective as it could be because he wasn't able to free his arm from underneath himself. Clinging by his fingertips to consciousness, Trent moaned out and just gave in to the big man covering him. The pressure in his ass was starting to brush against his sweet spot, and Trent didn't have the heart to fight anymore. As long as he could protect his head, he decided he was fine. After a few moments, he started to actually press back, whimpering for more.Spacey rose up and arched, biting Trent's shoulder as he started to come. Tasting blood he thrust deeper and harder, again pushing Trent's head into the bedhead.Another wild cry was drawn from Trent, and his body gave a buck in response to the pain in his head and body, while his eyes rolled in their sockets. He had to be dreaming... really... that was the only explanation. Whimpering, Trent gave a soft little sigh as his eyes started to slide shut as heavy sleepiness overtook him. Somewhere inside his brain he remembered that falling asleep wasn't a good idea though, and scrambled back up away from the blackness and back into a splitting fucking headache.Groaning, he shifted some and then moaned, totally pinned down. By this time, Trent also had no idea where he was or who was on top of him. For some crazy feeling he almost thought he was back in Cleveland. The fact that he didn't even come was lost on him. Trent was off floating in la-la-land."Hmmm," Spacey sighed. "That's better." He was so caught up in his own relief he didn't notice that there was anything wrong with Trent. "You made yourself well and truly useful tonight."Trent just raised a hand, and sat up with a groan while he pressed his other hand to his spinning head. No, Spacey wasn't going to be facing Happy Submissive Eager to Please Trent. In his weird place that he was in, Trent's personality was swinging toward its other end, the Pissed Off and An Unapologetic Smartass portion of his personality. The banging against the bed had opened up one of the scabs in his hair, and when he reached up and touched his hand to his head and came back with a smear of blood.. maybe Spacey was starting to get the idea something was wrong. Not that the blood seemed to shock Trent, who was sitting there with more blood marring the white of one alabaster shoulder thanks to sharp Spacey teeth. He was more thrilled with how he was seeing double - vertically - which was ever so delightfully dizzying. "Fuck me..." he then muttered with a groan upon seeing his fingers. All ten that belonged to his left hand."Just did!" Spacey laughed. He slapped Trent's back, rolled off him, and slipped off the bed to head for the bathroom.Trent just shot Spacey's retreating figure a dirty look, and sighed as he pressed his fingers back to his aching head and tried to get the scab to stop bleeding. Obviously Spacey was off in Spacey-land and Trent was on his own to figure out what to do with his head full of cotton and bleeding to boot. And seeing double. Fucking vertically. Grumbling to himself, Trent just closed his eyes and gripped onto the side of the bed to keep from falling off. Man this sucked. He should have called in sick today. But hey... at least his boss was happy.Spacey dropped the condom into the toilet bowl and then had a satisfying piss. Last shake finished he washed his hands and called out to Trent, "Making a coffee. You want one?" For the moment he was no longer annoyed with the boy."Yea... sure..." replied Trent in a distracted sort of way. Thankfully Spacey was completely oblivious of what was going on with him, and somehow he'd survived sex without doing something he'd regret later. Trent almost didn't feel the sting on his shoulder, till he shifted and hissed a bit, using his other hand (the unoccupied with stopping bleeding) to brush across the bite with a recognizing sigh. Oh yea. That. Trent turned his faulty vision towards the bathroom door and willed Spacey to go make his coffee so Trent could get in there and get the blood washed off his hands before Spacey noticed. For some reason he had a feeling he'd get screamed at if he got his filthy blood on Spacey's sheets or something as equally ridiculous. Spacey hummed away as he started up the coffee machine and then returned to the bedroom to get some pants. "Tire you out did I?" he laughed at the bent over form of Trent, and then headed back to the kitchen. "You know you could make yourself useful and go get some take out. I could just do with some Thai."Trent lowered his hand from his hair, and idly inspected his crimson stained fingers after Spacey left the room. Honestly all he wanted was to go home. He was tired and wanted to go home and sleep and hide - even though now he knew he had to fucking stay up and probably should call the doctor to boot. "Uh... Sorry to disappoint, but I can't stay." Trent called back, before he gave a soft surprised sound as he lost his balance amid putting on his pants and toppled over onto the bed. Growling in frustration he managed to get himself up and dressed and moved towards the door. "When I get back to my apartment I'll call the delivery - Thai Kitchen right? I'll see you at the office..." he then called out loudly enough so that Spacey would hear."Suit yourself. I was going to let you stay and share some food but your loss." Spacey kept making his coffee, happily frothing his milk. His new machine had been worth the couple of thousand dollars he'd spent on it. He assumed Trent had one of those 'gig' things but he could still order his Thai for him fuck it. "I'll have Pad Thai and some of those spring roll things they make."Trent just curled a hand over his eyes to block out the light and glared silently towards the kitchen. He was kind of pissed that Spacey hadn't even like... noticed... he was hurt. All day. And then proceeded to give both his head and his ass a pounding, and want Thai food afterwards. Usually Trent's boss' totally self absorbed personality didn't get to Trent, but today it did. And right now, all Trent could fantasize about was going home and hiding in a dark room and calling Dom."Maybe I can stay next time." he called out, trying to be polite. Gotta be polite, despite however rude Spacey was. "I'll see you tomorrow," he then called and slipped out the door. Fuck. he'd have to call a cab to get him back to his car, but Trent didn't care or mind. The ability to sit in the quiet upscale neighborhood on a bus bench and wait for the taxi to get there was about all he was good for right now.
e mërkurë, 4 qershor 2008
April 28; Kevin Spacey and Trent Reznor: Spacey's Office and Spacey's home: NC-17
[ cross posted to spacey_cuba and new_cuba ]Trent was in sorry shape. Then again when was he not seemingly in sorry shape? Their show that past Saturday night had been an extra wild one and Trent and the guys had ended up getting too exuberant in their destruction. A flying guitar had hit Trent in the side of his head, and now he had a nice big purple bruise on the side of his face and up into his hair if you looked hard enough. Of course he had gone to the hospital and all, but he didn't dare call in sick.Monday at work, he was there on time, though a bit slow. His head was pounding and all he wanted to do was go lay back down (they had said he had a light concussion,) but instead, Trent stood by his filing cabinet doing his job just like he always did when Spacey made his way in. He had his hair pulled down into his face though, and looked a bit more gothboy than he usually did in the office.There was even a steaming hot latte waiting for Spacey when he got to his desk. Trent was getting good at this, though he was having to lean a bit against the filing cabinet. He wasn't going to complain, and sure as hell not say anything to Spacey about it."Trent, rather than file can you get the meeting room set up? There's an emergency meeting in five." Spacey stormed through the office, talking into his cell phone and shuffling through a pile of papers on his desk at the same time. "Fuck...where's that report their company faxed through?"Blinking a bit in confusion, Trent tried to catch up with Spacey's mile-a minute firing of words. "Set the meeting room up?" he asked softly, and then looked down into his hands and blinked a time or two as he said, "You mean this report?" Thankfully he had the report in his hands, for he was about to sort it along with all the other papers he was assigned to watch after.Trent offered the report to Spacey, and then made his way out of the office towards the break room. He was a bit disoriented, but making coffee and carrying mugs wasn't all that hard. Fuck.. I hope Spacey doesn't make me stay in the meeting. thought Trent to himself as he went about setting stuff up. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stay awake - he had been struggling all morning. None the less, when Spacey stormed through the meeting room's doors, everything was perfectly in place and Trent sat perched on his stool in the corner, gripping the top of it to keep from falling off. This was going to be a long day."Good...good thank you Trent." Spacey flipped through the report, scanning his finger along some figures. "Ha ha! I knew I was right!" Some suited figures started to file into the room, and Spacey nodded at Trent to stay where he was. He flicked on the multimedia projector, bringing up a graph on the screen. "Okay, I understand we have a problem..."Ugh... a meeting in the dark... Trent would have messed with his hair or done any number of things to fidget the time away, but his head hurt too much and his thoughts felt like they were trapped under about six feet of water. He kept himself awake by puttering around with the coffee. The meeting dragged on, and Spacey just got more and more heated. The deal wasn't going well, and Trent could sense his boss' aggravation from the back of the room. For once, he was kind of scared.After the meeting, Trent cleaned things up as quickly as he could, as unsteady as he was. He was a bit slower than normal, but hid it well with looking busy and keeping his head down. Thank goodness Spacey hadn't noticed the purple creeping from Trent's hairline and down along his cheek on the left side of his face. He was careful to give Spacey a respectful distance. It wasn't until late in the day when his boss noticed his existence and demanded some of Trent's attention.Meeting finished Spacey slumped in front of his laptop. He had offset a major problem with one of the company's clients. The representative they had sent was a complete and utter prick who thought he knew everything, but eventually Spacey had proven that he was right and this guy was wrong. It had taken him all his power not to be rude to the guy, but now he was gone and Spacey was victorious.Spacey called Trent over. "Clean up the cups and then..." He looked at the slightly wildly dressed Trent. "...want to come over to my place." It was more a statement than a question. Spacey needed some down time, and what better way to relieve that stress than Trent?Trent walked into the office with his arms full of papers and a rather confused expression on his face. What was he just doing? Oh yea.. Spacey wanted something out of me... As the invitation was issued, he felt his cheeks darkening a bit, and with a careful swallow he nibbled on his lower lip a bit. "I would... be glad to come by if you'd like me to, Sir." he then said in a soft tone. Talking loud hurt his head."Would you like me to pick up anything on the way? Like some dinner for you or anything?" he then offered, automatically. He was getting far too whipped, and tomorrow he'd probably be bitching about it but for now, Trent was in the moment and on auto pilot. Spacey needed something, so he'd better get it."No I'll order in. Just meet me in the foyer. I'll drive you there."Secretly, Trent was thankful Spacey was offering to drive. "Let me just finish up really quick..." he said, motioning towards his little corner of the office, strewn with papers that he'd been sorting. "Just a moment..." Within like five minutes, Trent had cleaned his stuff up (almost knocking himself down in the process) and was ready to go. He didn't want to keep Spacey waiting.Spacey met Trent in the foyer without a word. He just called the elevator down to the car park and clicked open the new Mini Minor he had bought himself. He missed his dog and he missed his car; at least he could do something about the car.Trent was silent on the ride back to wherever they were going. Really he didn't matter - all he wanted was to take some of the vicoden they'd given him at the hospital, and lay down - but instead he was here with Spacey trying to make the big man happy. Sighing, Trent curled some and faced his head out the window, watching the scenery go by. He doubted Spacey had noticed how quiet he was, and actually preferred not being a pussy and complaining to his boss about his cotton-filled head. When they arrived at Spacey's home, Trent was quietly impressed.Spacey unlocked the door but didn't bother turning the light on. He simply took his suit jacket off, hung it up, and then pulled Trent to him. "Thank fuck today's over."Gasping softly, Trent had to fight his spinning head, and just ended up leaning against Spacey, thankful for the warm big body to hold him up. "Yea... that meeting was really harsh," he murmured, hazel eyes glancing upwards to Spacey as he lifted up onto his toes, arms twining around his boss's neck."I showed him a thing or two didn't I though?" Spacey said proudly. He pulled Trent's head down to his and gave him a claiming kiss.Trent's worded response was lost in the kiss, and he had to cling to Spacey to keep from losing his orientation. The big man was sucking the breath from his lungs and making Trent feel rather like Spacey's toy or plaything. Breathless and half cross-eyed, he moaned a soft little sound and then surrendered to Spacey's will. He didn't have the strength to fight, nor the willpower to be perfectly honest.Spacey pushed Trent back against the wall, all the time his tongue invading his mouth. His hands forced his shirt up, feeling for more and more skin. His actions were increasingly rough, as if he couldn't get enough of Trent. This was the solution to all the stress which had built up over the day.With Trent's surrender came... his carefully held control. Up until this point, he had held a certain part of himself back, keeping the monster in the closet. In his current rather disoriented and compromised mental state, when he returned Spacey's almost painful kiss, it held a certain edge that Trent's kisses had yet to hold. Moaning again, Trent threaded a hand through Spacey's hair along the back of his head, and rather wantonly pressed the blunt nails into the flesh under Spacey's fine silk shirt. That hand traveled farther, wrapping long fingers around Spacey's tie. Trent gave a tug as he displayed a rather savage smile against the bigger man's lips."Need this," Spacey moaned, the heat rising through his body, helping him forget the trials of the day. His hands went to work on Trent's clothes; his actions more desperate than Trent's, fingers fumbling for buttons as he pushed him even harder against the wall.The hand tugging on Spacey's tie tightened, and Trent held the bigger man captive there, happy to have his lips plundered and bruised with pressure. His other hand started working at Spacey's clothing, fumbling as much as the big man was in his haste to seek out skin. Spacey had started a dangerous fire, and Trent was ever so happy to fan the flames. Wantonly he arched his hips towards Spacey, letting the other man feel his arousal, already hot and heavy behind the fabric."Fucking clothes," Spacey hissed trying to get at Trent as fast as he could. His shirt was undone and he started desperate work on his pants. He gave a grateful grunt when he discovered no underwear to impede his progress.Trent helped all he could, shedding his shirt with a shrug, and then shimmying his hips to get his pants down far enough to step free of. It was Spacey's turn next though, for it was never fun when you were the only naked one. Growling softly against the big man's lips, Trent's nimble fingers made quick work of the cloth keeping their skin apart. When Spacey was finally gloriously naked, he pressed himself in, lips issuing a needy little moan."Bed, now," Spacey ordered. He pushed Trent backwards and gave him a shove onto the bed, not even noticing that he hit his head on the headboard on the way down. He was too busy scrambling in the drawer for a condom.Stars exploded in Trent's vision, and he gave a drunken little sound as the world swam around him. If Trent was disoriented before, he was downright lost now. Another little whimpering sound, and Trent was seeking out Spacey more by motion and warmth than sight, looking for the bigger man as the world did funny things around him. His head didn't feel so good, but he'd worry about that later. For now, he had a fire to put out with Spacey's name on it.Spacey hurriedly rolled the condom on, spat onto his hand and gave a cursory rub over his cock. Pushing a hand down onto the middle of Trent's back to hold him down he forced his cock into him. "Fuck...need this now," he grunted.Not expecting the sudden invasion of his body, Trent gave a shriek of a scream, and fought against the pressure holding him down. He had never resisted Spacey before, and was surprisingly strong as he tried to thrash the weight off himself to no avail. A moan was wrestled from him as Spacey sunk down to the hilt, and forced Trent to lay there and take what he was dishing out - like it or not. Reason was returning slowly, or at least enough reason for Trent to remember he was in his boss's bed and being used as a stress ball again. The thought was far away though, Trent wasn't honestly sure if he was awake or dreaming.Spurred on by Trent's cries Spacey thrust so hard Trent's head slammed into the headboard. With each snap of his hips there was an ensuing thud as Trent's body was pushed by the force of Spacey's body.Growling against the pain, Trent tried to shift his hands forward and brace himself against the headboard, but it was only half effective as it could be because he wasn't able to free his arm from underneath himself. Clinging by his fingertips to consciousness, Trent moaned out and just gave in to the big man covering him. The pressure in his ass was starting to brush against his sweet spot, and Trent didn't have the heart to fight anymore. As long as he could protect his head, he decided he was fine. After a few moments, he started to actually press back, whimpering for more.Spacey rose up and arched, biting Trent's shoulder as he started to come. Tasting blood he thrust deeper and harder, again pushing Trent's head into the bedhead.Another wild cry was drawn from Trent, and his body gave a buck in response to the pain in his head and body, while his eyes rolled in their sockets. He had to be dreaming... really... that was the only explanation. Whimpering, Trent gave a soft little sigh as his eyes started to slide shut as heavy sleepiness overtook him. Somewhere inside his brain he remembered that falling asleep wasn't a good idea though, and scrambled back up away from the blackness and back into a splitting fucking headache.Groaning, he shifted some and then moaned, totally pinned down. By this time, Trent also had no idea where he was or who was on top of him. For some crazy feeling he almost thought he was back in Cleveland. The fact that he didn't even come was lost on him. Trent was off floating in la-la-land."Hmmm," Spacey sighed. "That's better." He was so caught up in his own relief he didn't notice that there was anything wrong with Trent. "You made yourself well and truly useful tonight."Trent just raised a hand, and sat up with a groan while he pressed his other hand to his spinning head. No, Spacey wasn't going to be facing Happy Submissive Eager to Please Trent. In his weird place that he was in, Trent's personality was swinging toward its other end, the Pissed Off and An Unapologetic Smartass portion of his personality. The banging against the bed had opened up one of the scabs in his hair, and when he reached up and touched his hand to his head and came back with a smear of blood.. maybe Spacey was starting to get the idea something was wrong. Not that the blood seemed to shock Trent, who was sitting there with more blood marring the white of one alabaster shoulder thanks to sharp Spacey teeth. He was more thrilled with how he was seeing double - vertically - which was ever so delightfully dizzying. "Fuck me..." he then muttered with a groan upon seeing his fingers. All ten that belonged to his left hand."Just did!" Spacey laughed. He slapped Trent's back, rolled off him, and slipped off the bed to head for the bathroom.Trent just shot Spacey's retreating figure a dirty look, and sighed as he pressed his fingers back to his aching head and tried to get the scab to stop bleeding. Obviously Spacey was off in Spacey-land and Trent was on his own to figure out what to do with his head full of cotton and bleeding to boot. And seeing double. Fucking vertically. Grumbling to himself, Trent just closed his eyes and gripped onto the side of the bed to keep from falling off. Man this sucked. He should have called in sick today. But hey... at least his boss was happy.Spacey dropped the condom into the toilet bowl and then had a satisfying piss. Last shake finished he washed his hands and called out to Trent, "Making a coffee. You want one?" For the moment he was no longer annoyed with the boy."Yea... sure..." replied Trent in a distracted sort of way. Thankfully Spacey was completely oblivious of what was going on with him, and somehow he'd survived sex without doing something he'd regret later. Trent almost didn't feel the sting on his shoulder, till he shifted and hissed a bit, using his other hand (the unoccupied with stopping bleeding) to brush across the bite with a recognizing sigh. Oh yea. That. Trent turned his faulty vision towards the bathroom door and willed Spacey to go make his coffee so Trent could get in there and get the blood washed off his hands before Spacey noticed. For some reason he had a feeling he'd get screamed at if he got his filthy blood on Spacey's sheets or something as equally ridiculous. Spacey hummed away as he started up the coffee machine and then returned to the bedroom to get some pants. "Tire you out did I?" he laughed at the bent over form of Trent, and then headed back to the kitchen. "You know you could make yourself useful and go get some take out. I could just do with some Thai."Trent lowered his hand from his hair, and idly inspected his crimson stained fingers after Spacey left the room. Honestly all he wanted was to go home. He was tired and wanted to go home and sleep and hide - even though now he knew he had to fucking stay up and probably should call the doctor to boot. "Uh... Sorry to disappoint, but I can't stay." Trent called back, before he gave a soft surprised sound as he lost his balance amid putting on his pants and toppled over onto the bed. Growling in frustration he managed to get himself up and dressed and moved towards the door. "When I get back to my apartment I'll call the delivery - Thai Kitchen right? I'll see you at the office..." he then called out loudly enough so that Spacey would hear."Suit yourself. I was going to let you stay and share some food but your loss." Spacey kept making his coffee, happily frothing his milk. His new machine had been worth the couple of thousand dollars he'd spent on it. He assumed Trent had one of those 'gig' things but he could still order his Thai for him fuck it. "I'll have Pad Thai and some of those spring roll things they make."Trent just curled a hand over his eyes to block out the light and glared silently towards the kitchen. He was kind of pissed that Spacey hadn't even like... noticed... he was hurt. All day. And then proceeded to give both his head and his ass a pounding, and want Thai food afterwards. Usually Trent's boss' totally self absorbed personality didn't get to Trent, but today it did. And right now, all Trent could fantasize about was going home and hiding in a dark room and calling Dom."Maybe I can stay next time." he called out, trying to be polite. Gotta be polite, despite however rude Spacey was. "I'll see you tomorrow," he then called and slipped out the door. Fuck. he'd have to call a cab to get him back to his car, but Trent didn't care or mind. The ability to sit in the quiet upscale neighborhood on a bus bench and wait for the taxi to get there was about all he was good for right now.
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