2minsforslashing | Repercussions of the Kiss. All the Time in the World. 39/?? (Reply)

Title: Repercussions of the Kiss. All the Time in the World. 39/??

Characters: Brendan Morrison and Trent Klatt
Author: Mark
Rating: NC-17 (Adult situations, graphic sex and course language)

Note: Thank you Sue, for your encouragement and the massive amounts
of Beta-ing you have done for me.

Disclaimer: These stories are works of FICTION and DO NOT in any way
reflect the real lives, sexual preferences, or personalities of the
characters. They do not at any point infer that any of the persons
mention is Gay. This includes the times, real life events and names
that are referred to. I do not profit from any of this.

All the time in the World...

Trent’s POV

It seems so unreal that he is actually here with me, almost unbelievable that he and I are actually together again, trying to work things out. It has been almost six weeks since Eddie basically stepped aside. I understand why he did this, but I can never tell Brendan the real reason. I believe that if Ed didn’t have this gift of his, he would have hung on and fought for the man that he truly loves, but when you know exactly what your partner is thinking, dreaming about, truly missing in his life, you have to do the right thing and allow him to be happy once again. I know this was a very hard thing for Eddie to do. He does love Bren but he knows it just isn’t meant to be.

Even though we have been a couple before, things are so very different between us now. We are taking things slow, getting to know each other again. It has only been a few weeks since we first decided to give this a try and not surprisingly, we both want to take things very slow. We still haven’t had sex. I mean, we have slept in the same bed a couple of times, each time, fully clothed, we have kissed and groped a little, but it has never gone any farther than that. Neither of us seems to want to push the other for something that we aren’t ready for yet.

I will admit though, I do love him, more now than I ever have, these last couple of weeks have been like living in a dream. I never in a million years thought that we would ever have a second chance.

I can’t help but smile as I look over at him sleeping in the passenger seat, his head propped against the window, cushioned by his balled up jacket.

My parents were surprised to see Brendan with me when we arrived at their house in Robbinsdale. I hadn’t talked to them about what was going on with Bren, mainly because I didn’t know myself what was happening. This trip was a spur of the moment thing, and I was happy that he decided to come along with me. I think this is what we need, to get away from everything back on the West Coast.

When Dad opened the door, just stood there in shock for several seconds before wrapping his arms around Brendan. Brendan and my Dad really seemed to hit it off quite well on our trip up to the Charlottes a year ago last spring. He, as well as Mom were shocked to see him with me. I had to explain to them that we were trying to work things out. I don’t think I have seen Mom this happy in a long time.

She is the one person I have always been able to talk to about my relationship problems. Even though she had never met him, she was quite disappointed when I told her that we had split up last fall. I didn’t give her any details about why other than the fact that I lived in Los Angeles was a major factor. I don’t think she quite believed me. Hopefully, I will never have to divulge the real reasons to either of them.

We spent just a few days with them, I don’t think Mom would have let us go any sooner than we did. She went so out of her way to make Brendan feel like on of the family, she, of course, fell in love with him right from the start. I am so thankful that I have parents that care so much about my happiness. I think Bren was a bit uncomfortable with my Mom fawning over him the way she was. He seemed to spend a lot of time out in the garage or in the yard with Dad. I kept joking with him about how much Mom loves him. This parental thing really does make him uncomfortable. I remember all to well the talks he’s had with his mother. I don’t blame him for being uncomfortable.

We are heading up to my parent’s cabin near Ilse, a small town on the southern shore of Mille Lac Lake. We have been on the road for a little over two hours and we are almost there. I just turned off Highway 169 onto the narrow road that winds along the southern edge of the lake to the little village of Ilse. My parents have had this cabin here for as long as I can remember. I have spent many a summer here while I was growing up. It has been several years since I have been back here though.

Brendan wakes up as I pull into Old Bill’s place, he has the keys to Dad’s place, he looks in on it every so often when Mom and Dad aren’t around and actually, you have to drive through his back yard to get to Dad’s cabin. I recommend that Bren stays in the truck, cause I don’t think he is ready to deal with Crazy Old Bill. I only talk to him for a few minutes before climbing back into the cab. I wave to Bill as I pull away from his cabin, heading down the narrow dirt road toward Dad’s cabin.

It is only about a quarter of a mile before we emerge from the bush onto the long wide spit of land where the cabin is.

“Wow... This is amazing.” Bren says quietly as I pull the truck to a stop just a few feet from the steps leading up to the wide porch.

“I told you it was rustic...” I say, trying not to sound too apologetic. I did warn him that it wasn’t anything special, but it does have all the basics. “Oh...” I start as I head around the side of the cabin. “Before I forget.”

“Where are you going?” He asks as he follows me.
“I need to turn on the propane if we want hot water and the stove to work.” I say as I reach around the large tank and twist the valve open. “Remember... No electricity here...” I say, he smiles and shakes his head slowly. “I warned you...”

He hooks his finger into the belt loop of my pants, pulling me close, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me even closer against his body. “I love it...” He says softly, the corners of his mouth curling slightly before he pulls my head down and kisses me. He kisses me again before taking my hand and walking with me back around front.

We unload the truck, Mom sent enough food to last a family of 10 three weeks up here. As I place a couple of the bags onto the small kitchen counter, I go off to light the pilot lights for the water heater, the stove and the small propane fridge. Brendan comes back in with his second armful of groceries as I am lighting the stove.
“Does that thing actually work?” He asks as he put the bags down next to me, looking doubtfully at the ancient gas stove before him. I look over at him as I twist the knob for one of the burners, smiling as it makes that comforting poof sound as it lights. He really seems surprised that it does work.

“And we should have hot water in about a half hour. The fridge will take a bit longer to chill up, but it works fine too. Have to be careful that it doesn’t freeze the beer though.”

“Oh... Beer...” His face lights up as he looks back towards the door. There are still two large coolers in the truck with the beer and perishables.
“Trent...” He calls out to me as I am putting some of the canned stuff into a cupboard. “Come here a sec...” He say says as I come out of the kitchen. He is standing staring at some framed pictures on the mantle of the fireplace. He glances back at me briefly before returning his attention back to the pictures on the ledge. “Look...” He says as he removes one of the pictures, I recognize them immediately. They are the pictures that were taken when we were up fishing in the Charlottes with Dad last spring, plus a couple of Brendan and me from our previous time up there, he even has the one of the two of us, the one where Bren’s hand is under mine. I knew he had these because he told me that he had ordered the prints on-line but I had never seen them before.

“Oh my God...” He says quietly as he replaces the one picture and picks up one that is lying flat on the narrow shelf. “I remember when your Dad took this.” He holds it up for me to see. It’s the picture of Bren and myself, the one that Dad snapped when we were napping together on the bed in our room. Brendan is snuggled against my side, his head resting on my chest.

Everything was so perfect back then.

“I’m surprised that they would have these up.” He says quietly as he replaces the picture back on the mantle.

“Why?”

“My parents would never let anyone see theses. God forbid if someone might ask questions.”
“You know...” I start as I move closer to him, slipping my hand around him to rest on his hip. “My Dad does like you, so does my Mom. They both were glad to see me care so much for someone again, they were devastated when we broke up.”

“Really...” He says, sounding like he doesn’t believe me.

“Yes...” I lean over and kiss him lightly on the cheek. “Really. Now go get the rest of the stuff out of the truck...” I say as I push him towards the door.

After we put everything away, we figure out our sleeping arrangements, there is a small bedroom as well as a large open loft upstairs, I volunteered myself to the small room, not wanting to pressure him into something he might not be ready for.
Afterwards, we just sat down along the water’s edge, staring out over the water, sipping on a few beers. I glance over at him, he looks like he is lost in thought, a million miles away. Just as I think that, his hand lightly touches mine, resting on the gravel between us. A little smile comes to his face, but he doesn’t look at me.

Brendan’s POV

Everything just feels so right.
The sun starting to go down over the hills in the distance, the man I love sitting here next to me, even the slightest touch of his hand is enough to make me realize that this is where I’m supposed to be.

These last few weeks have been so hard. I have been so fucked up over Ed, I didn’t realize just how much so until Trent asked me to come here to Minnesota with him. I miss Eddie, I really do miss him. I don’t think I will ever understand what happened between us. He keeps insisting that I belong with Trent, but now that I am here with Trent, I think I realize he was right. I still have such strong feelings for him. I know I still love him, it is obvious every single time I look at him. I just feel so bad about Ed though. He deserves someone to love, he deserves to be happy. I don’t know if going back to his wife will be the right thing to do, but at least he is going to try.

“Hey...” I can feel his fingers curl up into mine. “It’s getting late, are you hungry?” He asks as I finally glance over at him. He smiles, he knows what my answer is. I’m always hungry, but honestly, right now, all I need is to be near him.

He stands up, still holding my hand and pulls me up to my feet before finally letting my fingers slip from his. We walk slowly back to the cabin, neither of us saying a word.

I watch him putter around the kitchen, creating what looks like a feast, yet doing it so effortlessly. I have always been amazed at his abilities in the kitchen. A smile comes to my face as I remember the few times I tried to surprise him with a meal. The only one that was the least bit successful was the one my Mom talked me through when I was staying with him in LA.

God... That seems like so long ago. That was right after Joe; that was when my life began to fall apart. That was when I fucked everything up. I’m so grateful that I have been given a second chance with him. I’m just scared that I am going to fuck this up too. I think this is part of the reason I haven’t allowed myself to go as far as making love to him. I want to, God knows I want to. It’s just that there’s so much baggage between us now. I’m worried that ‘It’ might not be there any longer.

I want to take this next step so badly, it scares the fuck out of me.

Trent’s POV

Dinner was a success. We cleaned up the kitchen before retiring to the big sofa in the living room. I sat back as he snuggled against me under a blanket as we watched the fire slowly die in the fireplace. I want to push things further, but I know he’s not quite ready for that yet.

I can wait, I’m not going anywhere.

He slowly moves from just leaning against me to actually laying his head on my lap, I gently work my fingers through his fine hair, within just a few minutes, he is sound asleep. I don’t think I have seen his look this calm since before things fell apart, since before Joe.
It’s sad how everything seems to always go back to ‘Before Joe’. I wish things could have been so different for us. I think this time we are going to make it work. With the prospect of no season this coming fall, I think we will have plenty of time to make things right again. Who knows, maybe I’ve played my last NHL game.

I sit here for a long time, just watching his sleep. The fire has died down to just a few embers. Finally, I carefully work my way out from under him, gently laying his head back on a cushion. I debated about waking him and getting him to go up to bed, but he just looks so peaceful; I think I will just let him sleep.

I put a couple small pieces of wood onto the fire just to keep the chill out of the cabin until morning. Even though it is the beginning of July, it still gets quite chilly here overnight.

I look back at him on the couch, he has rolled slightly onto his side. I sit on the hearth and just watch him sleep. I am so thankful that the nightmares have finally stopped. He says he hasn’t had one since he came back from the Charlottes.

I love this man, more than I ever thought possible. I have been in a few relationships before Brendan but this one seemed so different right from the start. The more time I spent with him, the more I loved about everything about him. In a way, I still feel responsible for what happened to him last fall. I know, there was nothing I could have done to stop it from happening, but if I had stayed in Vancouver; I don’t think any of this would have ever happened.

I don’t know what I would have done if I had ever lost him.

Brendan’s POV

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up I found Trent sleeping in the recliner. I got up and found another blanket to cover him, then put a couple pieces of wood onto the fire and crawled back under my blanket. I sat there for a long time and just watched him sleep. I used to love to watch him sleep.

I was kinda looking forward to crawling into bed with him tonight. This was the night that I was planning to take it to the next step, the night I wanted to take our new relationship to the next level.

After the shit that happened with Joe, I thought that Trent would hate me for ever allowing it to happen. I never could have been more wrong about anything than I was about that. It has taken me a long time to realize that I am a good person and everything that happened to me wasn’t my fault. It’s hard but I couldn’t help feeling so bad about myself, I really never thought anyone could ever love me again. I honestly thought that Trent blamed me for everything, yet all along, he never stopped loving me. His love for me was the one thing that helped me the most, even when I treated him the way that I did.

And Eddie, I don’t know how he put up with me like he did, but I guess love can do that. I feel so bad about what happened between us, I never wanted to hurt him. But I really owe him everything. If it wasn’t for him, I never would have had a second chance with Trent. I don’t know how I am ever going to be able to face him again.

I don’t know why this sounds so odd, but I think that deciding to take it slow was a good way for Trent and I to get to know each other again. So much has happened, but so much is still the same.

I never did manage to get back to sleep, I watched Trent sleep for hours, finally I got up and made a pot of coffee. I had never used a stove-top coffee pot before but I was impressed at how good it actually turned out. I poured the coffee into the big thermos and place the coffee pot into the sink. Quickly checking the fire, I crawled under my blanket, closed my eyes and promptly fell back to sleep.

Trent’s POV

I wake in the morning, I never did make it to bed. I am in the recliner, covered with a blanket. I don’t remember even moving to the chair, and I don’t know where this blanket came from. Brendan is still asleep in the couch but I smell fresh coffee.

He must have been up and made coffee, the percolator is sitting in the sink, the thermos is on the counter filled with fresh hot coffee.

I am amazed that I never heard him up making it, it’s not like he is the most adept person when it comes to the kitchen. I pour out two cups, fixing his just the way he likes it and take them back to the living room.

“Hey...” I say softly as I set the mugs down on the coffee table. “Bren...” I gently place my hand on his shoulder. A smile comes to his face before his eyes actually open. “Morning...”

“Morning...”

“How come you didn’t wake me to go to bed?”

“You just looked like you were having a good sleep.” I say softly as he sits up a bit before I hand him his coffee. His fingers cover mine on the cup, he smiles at the contact before lifting the cup to his lips. He takes a small sip, my fingers still trapped under his, he smiles as he sits more upright, his free hand moving around my neck and pulling my head down closer to his. He presses his lips to mine, gently at first, his lips parting just slightly before he releases me and I move back slightly from him.

“What was that for?”

“Just wanted to...” He smiles as I lean back towards him and kiss him again, this time his mouth opens, his tongue slips along my lower lip briefly before dipping inside my mouth. A soft moan escapes him as we deepen our kiss.

When we finally separate only after he spills his coffee all over the blanket and his shirt. We both laugh as he sops it all up with the blanket.

I guess that is one blanket we will have to remember to take back with us.
I was surprised with the breakfast that he whipped up while I was in the shower. He said that Eddie did teach him a few things, the look on his face changing as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He really does miss Ed, I can’t blame him, Ed was an important part of his life for the past six months.

After breakfast, we pull the canoe out from under the house and pack up our fishing gear and head out onto the lake to see if we can catch ourselves some nice tasty Bass for dinner. I was amazed to see him pull that stupid ugly hat out of his tackle box and pull it tightly on his head.

We paddle out towards the rocky sandbars; I remember as a kid, these were the best places to catch Bass or even a Walleye. But it has been so long since I’ve fished in this lake, I’m not even sure what’s in here anymore.

We are out for a couple hours, Brendan has caught a couple of Small-mouthed Bass, he was almost ecstatic. It is so good to see him like this again. I spend most of the time just sitting back and watching him. I have found myself doing that a lot lately and when he notices, he smiles shyly, but quickly continues doing what ever it is he is doing.

It is just after noon when we start to head back. We are about 30 minutes away from the cabin when I notice a change in the air. The temperature has dropped at least 15 degrees in the past 10 minutes. Bren even noticed and turned to say something to me, but the look on his face even made me turn around to see what he is looking at.

“Oh shit...” I mutter as I notice the black clouds moving slowly across the lake towards us, the dark curtain of rain hanging ominously beneath it. “We better get back to shore...” I say as I start to paddle faster, Brendan matches my strokes as we start to move quickly towards the shore. When the rain starts, it is like some one dumping buckets of water on you. I don’t ever remember seeing rain like this. Straight down, stinging the skin it is coming down so hard. Within seconds we are soaked to the bone.

By the time we get to the shore, there is almost 6 inches of water in the bottom of the canoe, if we were out there any longer, I think we would have sunk.

Brendan is shaking hard, his teeth are actually chattering as we come into the cabin. I quickly throw a couple logs onto the few embers, doubting very much that they will take, the fire is almost out. I turn to Brendan, he is standing there, I take that stupid hat from his head, even his hair underneath is soaked, plastered to his scalp, his clothes clinging to his skin.
“Baby…” I say as I move towards him. “You need to get out of those clothes…” I start to unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders, his skin is like ice under my touch. “I think you should go have a good hot shower. We don’t want you getting sick.” I say as I wipe the water dripping down his face.

“You should join me, there won’t be enough hot water for two showers.”

“I’ll get the fire going and make another pot of coffee, I’ll be there in a bit.” I say as I turn him around and push him towards the bathroom behind the stairs up to the loft. “Go…”
He hesitates before finally going off to the bathroom.

I peal off my wet shirt jeans, standing there in soggy boxers, I work on getting the fire started. I get the coffee ready to go and turn on the stove before heading upstairs to my room grab some sweat pants. I take our wet clothes out onto the porch and hang them up to dry, the coffeepot is threatening to boil over by the time I get back inside. I am standing at the stove when Brendan comes out of the bathroom.

“You had your chance. Hot water is gone.” He says as I turn to see him standing, a light gray towel wrapped loosely around his hips.
“I’m ok…” I can’t help but stare at this beautiful man standing before me. I can feel my cock start to stir in my sweats. “Coffee is almost.” I say nervously. “Where are your jeans, I should hang them up outside to dry.” I add as I head quickly to the bathroom before the tenting in my pants becomes too noticeable.

I don’t know why I am so scared to make a move. I know we had agreed to take things slow, but how slow does this have to be? The last thing I want to do is freak him out before he is ready.

I come out of the bathroom, his wet jeans in my hand. He is nowhere to be seen, he must be up in the loft getting dressed. I hang them up with the other wet clothes out on the porch. When I come back inside, I notice him coming down the stairs, still in just a towel. He smiles as he reaches the bottom of the stairs.

“You should put some clothes on...” I say, diverting my gaze to the fireplace as I can feel my dick stirring again.

“Trent...” He says softly, I can feel him standing right behind me. “Hey...” His hand gently touches my bare shoulder as he turns me towards him. His other hand slips around my waist. Pulling me tightly against him. He smiles before he presses his lips to mine. I can feel my cock hardening between us. I can feel him hardening as well. He grinds his hips against mine as his hands slip into the back of my sweats.

“Uhm... I think we...” He stops my words with his lips against mine. I finally work up the nerve to wrap my arms around him, my hand now resting on his hips, the towel falls away as my fingers barely work under it. I can feel his hard cock pressing up against me. “Uhm...” I start again, his fingers pressing to my lips.

“No Uhm... I want you...” His hands push my sweats down, over the curve of my ass as he cups me and pulls me tightly against him. “I want you...” He whispers. “I need you...”

My fingers trace along the crack of his ass, dipping in slightly brushing against his opening. A smile comes to his face as my finger slips in easily. He is already lubed up.

“You sure about this?” I ask as he tightens his grip around my finger.

“You’re standing here with your finger up my ass and you are asking me if I am sure about this?” A smile appears on his face. “I need you to fuck me...” He relaxes his ass as I slip another finger inside.

He kisses his way down my neck, his hand now down the front of my pants. His lips pull lightly on the hair on my chest around my nipple, his teeth clamp firmly on the nub of if briefly before covering it with his mouth, sucking it in as he flicks his tongue over the nipple, I press my chest against his mouth. He eventually lets go of my tit and works lower, my fingers reluctantly slipping from his ass. He licks the thick fur on my stomach, the tip of his tongue dipping into my bellybutton briefly as he drops to his knees. His fingers hook into the sides of my sweats, slowly pulling them further down as his mouth covers my cock, his breath feeling so hot through the material. He looks up at me as he pulls my pants down even further, my cock bobbing up as it becomes free. He smiles before kissing the head, his lips slowly encompassing the tip, his tongue running along the ridge of the head.

“Oh God...” I moan as I grip his shoulders tightly as he takes more of me into his mouth. This isn’t going to take much, it has been weeks since I’ve cum and the fact that it is Brendan’s mouth on me is making it even that much more pleasurable. I look down at him, he head slowly moving up and down my shaft, slick with saliva.
He pulls off me, spit hanging like a string from his lips to the head of my cock. He stands and kisses me, his tongue slipping in eagerly, the whole time he pulls me towards the couch, turning me and almost pushing me back onto it. He straddles my hips as he sits on my lap, his lips on mine again.

“I’m tired of waiting...” He says breathlessly as he moves up slightly until he is over my cock. My hands are on his ass again, spreading his cheeks, my fingers circling his opening again. His eyes close, his head tossed back, a soft moan escaping him as I easily slip in a couple fingers, he pushes back against my hand. His head drops back, his eyes wide open, locked on mine. “I need you inside me...” His eyes burning into me.
He lifts himself up onto his knees and reaches between is legs, his fingers wrapping around my dick. I can feel him hold it against my fingers which are still deep in his ass. I slip them out as he pushes back onto me. He holds still for just a few seconds as the head pushes in, I can feel him relaxing before he slowly take more of me.

Fuck... I forgot how good it feels to be inside him. The hot silkiness of his hole opening for me. Jesus. I’m not going to last long.

“I miss this...” He says as he leans against me, his mouth on the side of my neck. His whole body tenses as I push deep into him again, relaxing again as I slowly pull back out, his breathing matching the movement of my cock in his ass.

His cock is rubbing against my stomach, slick with the freely flowing clear juice, I work my hand between us and match strokes on his cock as I start pumping his ass a bit faster.

“You know I love you?” I mutter softly, his head still buried against the side of my neck. He lifts his head, looking into my eyes, his eyes almost closing with each deep thrust.

“I do...” His voice barely audible, his lips just brushing against mine.

I am so close, I don’t want this to be over yet. I want to stay inside him for as long as possible. I take my hand from his cock, gripping both his hips, I hold him still. “Not yet... I want this to last...” I say just as he presses his lips against mine. I can feel him tightening his muscles around my cock, a quiet whimper escapes him. He takes a deep breath just as he climaxes over my stomach. His body shaking with each burst, his ass tightening around me. I can feel the hot sticky juice spreading across my stomach as he works his tongue into my mouth, he almost sucks the air from my lungs before finally resting his head against my neck.

This is so different that the last few times we have been together, those had always been so fast, so hard. Just pure hot, hard sex. This was like it used to be, slow, loving. Making love to the man I love. I didn’t even cum and I don’t really care, just being with him again is satisfying enough.

“Sorry...” He pants. “Couldn’t help it.” He pulls me tightly against him, my cock still buried deep within him.

He looks directly into my eyes, his arms still around my neck, a little smile comes to his lips.
“I’m not going anywhere this time...” He whispers before kissing me again. “I love you...”

“I love you too...” I say as I slowly start moving my cock inside him again, he groans softly as he pushes back against my lap.

We have all the time in the world now.