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when his own damn knees buckled at the feel of that hard bulge. Wood caught him around his chest with one hand holding him securely on his hip.

“It’s not quite time for that yet, Trent. But, you’re testing me, and I’m trying my best to be patient.” Wood moaned, kissing him behind his ear. “I came to make a request. I didn’t expect the distraction.”

“What request?” Anything, name it. Trent panted. He was delirious and completely at another man’s mercy. If any of his crew saw him right now, they’d never believe it.

“I was wondering if you plan on listening to any music tonight,” Wood asked, while slowly stroking his fingers along Trent’s stomach.

“I did. Why?”

“I wanted to ask you to play something for me.”

Trent loved that. His music was one of the most important things in his life, and he was glad that he and Wood seemed to both enjoy it for the same reasons. “Okay.”

“I wanna hear something different than last night. Coltrane was kind of sad and melancholy.” Wood’s voice dropped even lower, his lips dancing at the base of Trent’s neck. “I wanna hear something slow… sexy.” Wood accented each word with a slight tilt of his hips. “Yeah… something gentle, Trent.”

“All right.” Trent could do slow and gentle—matter of fact, that’s exactly what he needed. He hadn’t wanted to hear a sexy sound in a while, but it didn’t mean he’d forgotten what it felt like to listen to it. And how the rhythm made his body respond.

Wood released him and walked across the hall to his room, leaving Trent hugging the door for dear sanity. He truly admired Wood’s restraint because Trent was so heated he was close to sliding down the wall and sticking his ass in the air. He left some space in his door the same as Wood and went to his own personal stash to find his Sade records.

He turned it on a low volume, shut off the lights, and slipped under his covers to enjoy the sounds of Sade’s sultry voice. It wasn’t even five seconds before he had one leg gaped open and his hand on his dick, hoping Wood did too.

Chapter Seventeen

Wood

Wood waited just outside the bathroom door while Trent finished up. He’d been awake a couple of hours watching some mindless television when he heard his roommate shuffling down the hall. Last night was still on the forefront of his mind, and he’d slept on and off as he warred with himself over what he was doing. He leaned heavily against the wall and let his head fall back with a thud. Why was he doing this to himself? He’d been out of the halfway house long enough to have hit up a spot downtown and met a willing companion for a few nights. But after being around Trent for the past couple of weeks, he’d been thinking in another direction. Bishop had told him how he’d met and courted Edison when he got out instead of sleeping around. Wood had never been that type of man anyway. He always preferred one partner in his bed, a partner that was on his level.

However, he continued to wait because good things came to those who did, and the more he got to know Trent, the more pleasantly surprised he became. The man had so many layers that Wood found himself intrigued and not at all bored. The teasing and banter had been fun and had held his desires in check, but Wood was done playing. He was beginning to find Trent possessed a lot of qualities that he admired in a man. He wasn’t into drugs and heavy drinking. He really liked Trent’s work ethic, and the fact that he worked hard every day. He came home and chilled, he didn’t club all night long like a lot of his generation did. Wood smiled… but Trent did play those stupid video games.

As soon as Trent opened the door and Wood saw the pinched expression on his face, he knew something was wrong. “Hey. You okay?”

Trent nodded slowly, grimacing as he reached awkwardly behind his back. “Morning. Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just my…”

Wood eased in closer and wrapped his arm around Trent’s back and removed his hand from where he’d been trying to massage. “Did you hurt yourself?” Wood asked, taking over the rubbing. “God, you’re tight.”

Trent rested his forehead against Wood’s shoulder, hissing as he moved the massage a little lower. “I have a bulging disc in