Trent
Declan and I were dating. Or at least, that’s what I think we’re doing.
I honestly wasn’t completely sure if we were really dating or if we’d just become friends that liked to make out every chance they got. Make out and nothing else. I didn’t get it. Dec kissed me all the time now and I kissed him. I fucking loved it. But every time I tried to push it further than kissing, he stopped me. I was seriously starting to get a complex. It’d been weeks since that amazing kiss at Sammy’s birthday party, and we’d made out every single time we’d seen each other since. Which was a lot. I’d lost count of how many make out sessions we’d had. So I really didn’t understand why Declan wasn’t allowing us to go any further. If it wasn’t so obvious that he was just as turned on as I was whenever we kissed, I’d think he wasn’t attracted to me. But I knew that wasn’t it. There was no way for him to hide the bulge he sported in his pants every time I was around.
So why doesn’t he want to have sex?
I’d been asking myself that very question over and over again, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what the answer was. I mean, he obviously liked me enough to keep inviting me over every chance he got, so I knew that wasn’t it, either. And like I said, his dick liked me, too. So why won’t he have sex with me? He was gonna make me die of the worst case of blue balls in the history of blue balls. Just fucking looking at him made my cock perk up. It was becoming ridiculous. And it was sooooo hard to be around him.
I snorted out loud at the double entendre.
“What’s so funny?” Jax asked as he messed with the camera, probably taking pictures of my ass as I set up the shot.
“Nothing. You get enough ass shots of me yet?”
“I’ll never get enough shots of your ass, baby,” he said without missing a beat.
I laughed and Alex popped his head into the room saying, “What?”
I laughed a little harder, but Jax said, “We’re just talking about Trent’s ass, wanna join in on the conversation?”
Alex stared at me for half a second before looking at Jax. “Well, he does have a nice ass.”
“Hey!” I laughed out, then pulled the roll of duct tape off my arm and chucked it at him. Luckily, he caught it because throwing that with expensive equipment around probably wasn’t the smartest idea I’d ever had.
“You’re lucky I caught that or you’d have hell to pay,” Alex said, walking into the room and passing it back to me. “Need any help, short stuff?”
“God, I hate you. And no, I can do it myself.”
He smirked at me, then leaned up to clasp the backdrop hook I’d been messing with. The asshole did it in about two seconds without even getting a ladder like the one I was standing on. I huffed, but Alex’s smirk remained as he said, “I was just checking all the studios before this huge party comes in tonight. You guys finished across the hall, right?”
“Obviously,” I muttered, rolling my eyes at him. It was Friday night and Levi and Andy were at a wedding, Miranda was at an engagement shoot, and the three of us were here waiting for a huge family reunion shoot to come into the studio. The family had about a million different combinations of people they wanted photographed together and was probably the biggest family reunion gig we’d ever had. For some reason, Alex thought that made him in charge of checking and rechecking every single thing, even though I’d run the damn studio by myself a million times and I have seniority, obviously.
Alex walked back toward the door and Jax said, “Damn, it was kinda nice using both your asses as the focus.”
I laughed at that, but Alex just rolled his eyes and waved Jax off. Once he was out of the room, I said to Jax, “He’s such a spaz when Levi isn’t here.”
“I think he’s just worried that he’ll mess up and not know what to do. Don’t take it personally.”
I sighed. “I’m not. He’s just been up my ass all night.”
“I heard that!” Alex yelled from across the hall.
I pinched my lips together, then yelled, “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I know I’m annoying the shit outta you.”
“I still love you, though!” I yelled with a grin. Jax rolled his eyes at me.
“Ditto, short stuff,” Alex yelled back, making me groan and Jax snort.
“I changed my mind, I hate you both.”
They laughed harder and I sighed, though I couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh, Trent, did you see that note for you in the break room?” Jax asked.
“Uh, no.” I shrugged and walked into the break room, finding an envelope on one of the tables. I picked it up since my name was written on it and opened it.
Trent,
Why the hell do you and Declan have a picture of Hunter’s ass? Do I even want to know what you three were up to?
Levi
I snorted and pulled out the picture Declan had taken at Sammy’s party when we’d found Hunter with his ass hanging out. I tilted my head. That’s a nice ass.
I pulled out my phone and sent Levi a text.
Me: Dec and I found Hunter that way when we walked into the room.
I snorted again when I saw Levi’s reply.
Levi: I would’ve gotten two pics.
I shook my head and texted Declan.
Me: Levi found your pic of Hunter’s ass. Want me to save it for you?
I was joking when I sent the text, but now I was regretting it. I didn’t want Declan to have a picture of someone else’s ass. Declan texted back a few minutes later.
Cupcake: Maybe you should give it to Tristan.
I laughed at that and blew out a relieved breath. At least he hadn’t taken it seriously. I threw the picture and the note in the trash, then joined Jax and Alex to wait for the reunion family to get here.
We ended up having a long-ass night because we were so busy, so by the time I got home, I was ready to go to bed. My feet hurt from standing all night, and my voice was hoarse from trying to talk over the billion people in the studio. But when I got home, I found Evan still awake on my sofa, so after changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt, I plopped down in the loveseat because I’d been meaning to talk to him.
“Hey, man,” he said without looking away from the television.
“Hey.” I sighed and leaned back, rubbing my hands over my face. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for a couple days, but we keep missing each other.” Nothing new. I felt like I never saw him, even though he’d been living with me for months. He turned to face me, so I asked, “Did you find a job yet?”
His nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw. “No.”
I nodded, though I was unsure why he looked so pissed. “Okay, well, I got you a job, then. Since Kade started school again, Harley needs another barista at The Chippe—”
“What the fuck, Trent?” he yelled.
I leaned away from him, shocked at the amount of anger in his tone. “What? You said you were looking for a job, so I thought—”
“No, you said I was looking for a job. I didn’t say shit.”
“Evan, you were living out of your car for over a year until you moved in with me. Are you seriously saying that you aren’t looking for a job?”
He stood up and started pacing. “I’m saying that you need to stop all this, Trent. You keep meddling and you’re making me insane. I should’ve known it’d be just like last time. You always fucking meddle in my business, you always have. Just stay out of my life!”
I stood up and walked behind the couch to put a little distance between us. “Evan, I’m just trying to help. I don’t understand why—”
“Why are you such a little asshole, huh? Fucking prick, always thinking you’re better than me.”
I took a step back as if he’d slapped me. “Wh-what?”
Evan looked at me with so much anger in his gaze, it was like looking at a stranger, and when he opened his mouth again, it was like I didn’t even know him.