Nathaniel and Trent's encounter, post-trigger | Their First Time

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 //this takes place after the trigger incident but before the rest of the chat last night

Nathaniel led Trent out of the house, casting a furious glare behind them as they left. Trent held tightly onto him, seeking solace, grounded by Nate's presence. They got into Nate's car and drove in silence for a while.

 "Thank you," Trent finally ventured, his voice soft. "For standing up for me back there. I'm glad you have my back."

 Nate let out a quiet, bitter laugh. "If you hadn't stopped me, I think I would have killed her. I'd do anything for you."

 "I'd do anything for you too, little bug. And for what it's worth, if you had killed Catherine, I wouldn't have held it against you. I know a guy who's good at making problems like that disappear."

 Nate blinked. "You'd cover up your own sister's murder? Not that I'm judging," he added hastily. "I'm just surprised."

 "After what she and Rebecca did, she's not my sister anymore. Family doesn't—" He swallowed. "God, Rebecca. I can't believe how much I missed the mark. She's a completely different person than I thought she was. For her to do that to me after everything I've been through, much of which was for her sake.... I'm starting to think that, for my entire adult life, I've been infatuated with a version of her that I built up in my head. Someone warm and kind and loving who would never, in a million years...." He trailed off again, close to tears. "That fight we had after I branded you, when I threatened to call off the wedding? I've been seriously on the fence about whether I want to go through with marrying her, and after what just happened? I don't know what to think."

 Nate grimaced. "I mean, you guys did get engaged pretty quickly. Sure, you've known her for twelve years, but she's only known you for four. And you've barely spent any time actually in a relationship together. You dated for a couple days in 2016, then a couple more days six months ago. She did visit you during your recovery, but you've been living together for less than two weeks, and it only took you a few days to propose marriage to her, and already you're jumping into wedding preparations. Honestly, man, I'd be worried about you if you didn't have second thoughts sometimes."

"Well... but look at you and me. We met the night I held you at knife-point to try to make her understand how I felt. And then we didn't see each other again until my trial, and we clearly hated each other. But then, after the hospital, it only took you four days to realize you're in love with me, and—I didn't tell you this at the time, but the instant you admitted how you felt, I was in love with you, too. You gave your heart to me without me having to beg for, chase, or entrap you. You have no idea how long I had been craving that, for someone to just look at me and love me." Tears were streaming freely down Trent's cheeks now, but he didn't seem to notice.

 Nate recalled Trent's words from earlier. Thank you for loving me. You have no idea how much it means to me.

 "Things have moved fast between us, too," Trent continued. "And I know, last night, that was an accident. You were drunk, you forgot. It sucked, but it's fine, because you aren't my kid sibling who grew up knowing I hate water, or my fiancée who has been aware of this for... Well, okay, in 2017 I told her I spot-wash in the shower, but then when we moved in together I did have to remind her. But even if she hadn't been aware, she had no right to continue taunting me today after you and I made it clear I was having trouble. That's my point. You've only really known me for a week, Nathaniel. Yet you're more understanding and protective of me than people I've known for years! I asked them to stop, and when they didn't, you immediately stepped in for me. Yes, I love you, but more than that, I know I can trust you, with all my heart."

 They stopped in front of an inn. Nate couldn't keep driving anymore. He felt like he was about to start crying, too. Everything had just been so much lately.

 "I know what you mean," he said. "The fact that George sometimes does nothing when I'm having trouble... and the fact that he, like the girls, is so fucking fascinated by Miss Sparklefingers and everything she does, man, I mean, sometimes the way they all talk about her, you'd think she shat diamonds or something."

 Trent sniggered. "She did stand up for me today also," he pointed out. "And so did George."

 "Yeah, I guess she's not so bad. I just feel, I don't know, neglected, when... I know he doesn't like girls, but...." Nate shook his head, unable to come up with the words to complete his thought. He tried again, "I'm not exactly jealous of her, but sometimes I wonder if he thinks she's more interesting than I am. He joins the girls in cooing and fawning over her whenever she does anything, and meanwhile, I'm sitting there...."

 Trent nodded and took Nate's hand. "Do you want to go inside? Maybe order food and chat on a couch or—you know, somewhere we can actually cuddle?"

 They booked a room, got some food sent up, and sat on the bed across from each other as they ate.

 "So you're sitting there, resentful of someone else for taking your boyfriend's attention, and once again, I'm the one who usually notices and comes to ground you, while they're all more concerned that you hadn't joined her fan club," Trent said.

 Nate nodded vigorously. "Exactly! See, you're not even supposed to be with me like that, and yet you're a better boyfriend to me than the guy who claims he's loved me for years! It's like, now that I'm actually with him, he's complacent or distracted or.... I'm sorry. I brought you here to cheer you up."

 Trent shook his head solemnly. "No, I get it," he said. "But you know, for a guy who falls in lust with pretty much everything that moves—don't make that face, you know it's true—you really don't seem to like George noticing anyone else but you." He grimaced. "Last night?"

 "Actually.... Last night I wasn't jealous over George kissing you. I just didn't want him to be the first man that you ever, you know.... And as for me falling in lust with everyone, I mean, I can't have you, and George is distracted by the shiny, so I guess part of me is still searching."

 Trent cupped Nate's cheek. "Who says you can't have me?" he asked, scooting closer. Nate moved their snacks out of the way.

 Nate gave an ironic chuckle. "I mean, it's not like I can ask you to leave Rebecca and marry me instead." Then he froze. He hadn't meant to say that; it had just slipped out.

 But Trent thumbed his cheek. "It's a free country," he said, "and I'm pretty sure you know by now that I've been considering doing exactly that. She flipped out more over you trying to get me out of wet clothes than she did over you dousing me in the first place, and then today.... I need you, Nathaniel, my sweet little bug. You protect me and keep me grounded, and I do the same for you. We gravitate towards each other with a force that I've never known before."

 "I feel it, too," said Nate. "And I really am sorry again, about dousing you."

 Trent nodded. "Well, I'm sure sober you would have just asked me not to sleep with him before you had a chance to. And I get it. I didn't want him to be the first to brand you, either. I said it was okay because he has more of a right to you than I do, but then he gave that fucking speech, and then gaslighted me about it!" Trent's hand curled into a fist in his lap. "And then fucking Rebecca gives us shit about me branding you privately, which is how things like that SHOULD be done! Meanwhile today you and he were going at it like rabbits in the kitchen, and I didn't say a thing against it, and you'd think I'd get some credit for it, but instead she's too worried about her fucking refrigerator! And—She's just so self-absorbed! She throws a fit about you and me being openly affectionate with each other, but she doesn't give a second thought to doing things that hurt me, and when I ask her to stop, she just—!"

 Trent was quickly unraveling again. Nate did the only thing he could think of and pulled him close, kissing him with a tenderness and passion that said everything he couldn't find the words for. Trent moaned deeply into the kiss, finding solace, finding comfort.

 "God, Nathaniel, I love you so much," he whispered through his tears. "It feels so good to say it, and not have to worry about being scolded."

 "I love you, too, Trent. More than my own life."

 Trent shook his head. "No, baby. Don't say that. Don't love me more than your life. Love your life enough to share it with me. I need you to live and be happy and healthy for me so that we can enjoy our lives together."

 Nate nodded and kissed him again, pressing him down into the bed. "I will live for you, and be healthy for you, because you, Trent Maddock, are the love of my life."

 Trent linked pinky fingers with him. "I will love for you, and be safe for you, because you, Nathaniel Plimpton III, are the love of my life," he affirmed.

 The words flowed out of them freely, easily. It was the third time Nate had promised to take care of himself for Trent, but this time, he would remember. He unbuckled Trent's belt and pulled his turtleneck out of his jeans. "Better than sealing with a kiss," he whispered. Trent nodded and helped Nate undress them both. Then Nate retrieved the complimentary hotel lotion and squirted some onto his fingers.

 "This is going to hurt a little," he warned. Trent nodded, curled onto his side, and relaxed his body. So many emotions were swirling through him that he wasn't quite in his right mind. He wasn't aware of anything other than that he wanted this, wanted Nathaniel, wanted to be claimed and loved, here was someone who had been craving to do that since merely days after they'd truly met, and to hell with anyone who tried to take that away from him!

 Nathaniel was right, it did hurt, and more than just a little. Trent quickly bit the pillow as Nathaniel pressed into him, stifling an outcry. Nathaniel pulled back and applied more lotion. It burned just a little, but it was better than the alternative, and Trent started to relax again.

 "Is it always like this?" he asked.

 "Some lubricants are better than others," Nathaniel replied. "Mmh—you're crushing me."

 "Sorry." Trent tried to relax more.

 "It feels good."

 "Feels good," Trent agreed, arching his pelvis slightly. "Mm, it does.... Aah!" He cried out, this time in pleasure, as Nathaniel wrapped an arm around him and started moving within him. "Mmmm, Nathaniel❤️"

 Encouraged by the cute little noises issuing from Trent, Nate slowly increased the intensity of his thrusts. He didn't know how rough Trent liked it, so he decided to be gentle, even as Trent started rocking back against him needily, begging for more.

 "I don't want you to be too sore afterwards," Nathaniel murmured in his ear. Trent shivered in delight and tipped his head back onto Nathaniel's shoulder.

 "I don't care how sore you make me, baby, I want more!"

 Nathaniel obliged him, maneuvering them onto their hands and knees. He grasped the top of the headboard with one hand and reached the other around to stroke Trent, who cried out joyfully at the unexpected touch and thrust into his hand.

 "Yessss, Nathaniel! Oh God, I'm yours, I'm all yours!"

 Trent's cries of pleasure were music to Nate's ears as the two of them moved together, finding their own rhythm and writing it into the universe. It was the first vanilla sex Nate had had in a long time, and he was surprised to find that he didn't need sex to be rough in order to enjoy it thoroughly and completely. He was careful with Trent, being only as rough as the other demanded, and yet it was beautiful and wonderful. He saw stars as he shared himself with the warm, wonderful, patient man below him, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself back until—

 "Please, Nathaniel... ooh, yes, right there... aah—Nathaniel—Nathaniel, I'm close—!"

 "Oh Trent, my perfect Trent—mmh! Cum for me," Nathaniel practically growled in his ear as he picked up the pace.

 They came together, crying out for God and each other, then melted into the bed as Nathaniel rolled them back onto their sides. Trent was too awestruck to speak. That had been truly indescribable.

 Neither of them wanted to break the spell of their afterglow, but it was necessary for them to clean up. Nate helped Trent to the bathroom.

 "Is it okay if I turn on the shower?" he asked gently. Trent nodded, and Nate did so and set the temperature. "Do you want to go in, or do you want me to sponge bathe you?"

 Trent thought about it. "I can... I can go in," he said haltingly. "But I need you to hold onto me. The whole time. You can't let me go."

 It was tricky, but Nate managed to do as Trent needed and hold onto him the entire time while also getting them both clean. The fact that the showerhead was detachable helped. Trent was extremely clingy, but he didn't start shaking or burst into tears, and Nate kissed him and told him how good and brave he was. He was calmer than expected, but still didn't fully relax until they were out of the bathroom.

 After they'd dried off, they got into bed together and snuggled close and went to sleep wrapped in each other's arms. By the time they woke up, it was night. Trent was a lot calmer, maybe not quite willing to forgive and forget, but at least willing to be in the same room with the girls and George. 

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