Repercussions of the Kiss. The long road home... Part 2/4
Repercussions of the Kiss. The long road home... Part 2/4
Characters: Trent Klatt and Brendan Morrison
Rating: NC-17 (Adult situations and course language)
Author: Mark
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.
Note: Thank you Sue, for your encouragement and the massive amounts
of Beta-ing you have done for me.
Brendan’s POV
I didn’t read what the note said, I felt that if Trent wanted me know what it said, he will eventually tell me. But what ever it said has really messed him up. I sat there, my arms wrapped around him as he sobbed uncontrollably against me.
He pushes me away as he stands up, cramming the note into the pocket of his shorts. "I have to get out of here…" He says as he pulls out his large suitcase from under the bed, laying it out on the bed beside the box from Kip.
"You wanna talk?" I ask as I move out of the way.
"No…" He snaps, pulling away from me. "I just need to grab a few things and we can be on our way."
"You want to leave right now?" I say as he sorts through his closet, tossing things on the bed. "Trent..." I move closer to him. "Baby..." I grab his shoulders and turn him to face me. He looks away. I grip his chin tightly and turn his face to me. "Neither of us has slept since yesterday, we aren’t in any shape to be driving today." I say, he lowers his head as I relax my hold on his face. "You know I’m right..." He just nods slowly.
I don’t think I have ever seen him like this. I know he really cared for Kip and he feels responsible for fucking that up too, but a big part of that was my fault too. I could have kept my dick in my pants just that one time, but no... As soon as the opportunity arose, I jumped back into bed with him.
"Come on..." I say as I try to lead him out to the living room. "You got any coffee here?" I say as I pull out a chair at the small dining table, he drops himself lifelessly down in the chair.
"In the fridge... I think..." He mumbles quietly. I find a package of ground coffee in the fridge, and fill the pot while measuring out the right amount into the basket. While I am pouring the water into the back of the machine, I notice him stand up and move towards the window where he and Kip were standing a while ago. I turn on the coffee machine and go over to him.
I wrap my arm around his waist as he leans back against me. I can feel his whole body shaking as I tighten my arms around him.
"Why..." He barely whispers.
"What?" I ask, because, I wasn’t sure he even said anything.
"Why?" He repeats, but before I can ask what he means he continues. "Why do I destroy everybody’s lives?" His voice still just a whisper.
"You haven’t."
"How can you say that?" He cuts me off. "Look what I’ve done. First Todd and Markus, then you and Eddie and now Kipper." He says, almost a sob. I loosen my hold on him enough to place my hand on his shoulder and turn him to face me.
"First off, what’s happening with Todd and Markus isn’t your fault. They have been having problems for a long time." I stare into his eyes, he just shakes his head slowly.
"No..." He pauses to take a deep breath. "Markus knew about my feelings for Todd for a long time, that was the start of it all. Markus thought he couldn’t compete so he pushed Todd towards me." He takes a long slow breath. "He kicked him out... He told him he was leaving for Sweden without him. He fucking kicked him out." He says very loudly. "And he still blames me for everything that is fucked up in their lives. It’s been a fucking year and he still blames me..." He steps away from me, sitting back at the dining room table. He places his hands around the sugar bowl and looks like he is trying to crush it, he is holding it so tightly. "But it was so obvious that Todd still loved him, I didn’t stand a chance." He says softly as I sit in the chair next to him. I lean towards him, taking his hand in mine. "It’s because of Markus that Vancouver wouldn’t re-sign me. I know it is."
"I think you’re wrong about that..."
"No, no I’m not. Up until he left for Sweden, my contract was all worked out, basically it just had to be signed on the dotted line." He takes a deep breath as I rub his hand in mine.
"Then when we got back from The Charlottes, management started changing things, cutting back from the original offer. He was behind it, I know he was. He was trying to ruin my chances with you, he was behind breaking us up. He felt that I had fucked him over by sleeping with Todd."
"Trent..." I run my fingers lightly along his jaw line. "I really don’t..."
"Then there’s you. I almost lost you." His eyes filling, tears start streaming down his face.
"But you didn’t..."
"I should have been there. I should’ve stopped him..."
"Trent, Baby... You’ve gotta stop blaming yourself for everything." He looks into my eyes. "Even if you were in Vancouver, there was no way of knowing what Joe was gonna do." I squeeze his hands tightly in mine.
"But..."
"No buts... He was crazy, he had his mind set and he would hurt anyone who got in his way. Jesus, he almost killed Eddie. And look what he did to Evan." I move to be barely sitting on the edge of my chair. "There was nothing you could have done. He just would’ve hurt you too..."
Trent’s POV
I continued to pour out my feelings to him in a way I’ve never done with anyone before. I know he says that I shouldn’t feel responsible for everything that has happened, all the lives I have destroyed, but fuck, all you have to do is look around.
Todd and Markus. I don’t care what anyone says, all of their problems started when Markus found out about my feelings for Todd. He still blames me for everything, I could tell that just by his tone of voice on the phone when I called him from the Charlottes.
And Eddie, I’ve turned his whole world upside down. I don’t think I have ever seen anyone so hopelessly in love with someone than he was, or I should say, still is, with Bren. I know the only reason he broke it off with Bren was because he felt he could never truly have Brendan’s heart.
I know I fucked a lot of things up, but I was trying to give them their space, I was staying away from them. He is the one who walked out on Bren without any explanation other than he was going back to his wife. I’ll believe that when I see it. I’m sure he is spending time with his daughters, but I doubt very much that he is actually trying to work things out with Kirstin. He’s still in love with Brendan, and he probably always will be.
Then there’s Kip. I totally ripped his world apart. He fell so hard for me, even though I kept trying to stop anything from happening between us. I had to wait until I knew for sure that things were really over with Bren. I really thought that it was over, otherwise, I never would have let things get so out of control.
Kip went out of his way to always be there for me, he listened to me go on and on about Brendan. He knew I still loved him, only a fucking idiot wouldn’t have been able to see that. So I held off, I needed to know it was really over, and when I thought it was, Kip was right there, stepping in to take Bren’s place.
I’m not saying that I never had feelings for Kip, because I did. I loved him, how could you not? He is such a sweet man, he would’ve given his life for you. I just hope that he can forgive me; I know it won’t be anytime soon though, but he deserves to be happy, he needs someone who is able to love him the way that he loved me.
Brendan is at the door paying the deliveryman for the pizza. We ordered in because I have no food here and there is no point in buying any if we are leaving in the morning.
I push my hand deep into my pocket, the crumpled piece of paper is still there, along with Kip’s medallion. I can feel my eyes starting to fill again as I go back into the bedroom. I pick up the envelope from the top of the box that he left, which is still sitting on the foot of the bed. I pull out the note and the necklace from my pocket. I turn the little crown over in my hand. The image of the first time I tied this around his neck fills my mind as I let it drop into the envelope. I open the crinkled piece of paper, flattening it the best that I can before folding it up along the original fold line and sliding it into the envelope as well. I turn the envelope over and see my name written in his perfect handwriting.
I move over to the small dresser and pull open the top drawer. I push aside a few pairs of socks only to see a picture of Kip on the bottom of the drawer. I pick it up, my hand is shaking as I stare at the photo. He is such a beautiful man, inside and out. I really hope he can be happy again.
I slip the picture in the envelope along side the note. I place it under the socks at the back of the drawer. I wipe my face with the heels of my palms before slowly closing the drawer. As I turn around, Brendan is standing in the doorway.
"Pizza’s on the table..." He says quietly as I move to him, his arm slips around my waist, his fingers tucking in slightly under my belt as he maneuvers me into the dining room.
Brendan’s POV
Trent has been very quiet all night. I’ve tried to get him to talk to me, but this just seems to piss him off. He is leaning against me as we watch the late news, his hand is on my thigh, his head resting lightly against my shoulder, both of us laid back, our feet up on the coffee table. I turn my head to look at him, his eyes are closed.
"Hon..." I say softly, he hums a response. "Lets go to bed, it’s going to be a long day tomorrow." I say as he lifts his head from my shoulder.
"Sorry... I was fading..." He says quietly as he stands and slowly walks towards the bedroom. I turn off the TV and the lights, check to make sure the door is locked, just a thing I’ve gotten into the habit of doing lately.
The bedroom is dark, but the light is on in the bathroom, I turn on the lamp beside the bed, strip down to my boxers before joining him in the bathroom. He hands me my toothbrush as I come up behind him. He has always done this, gotten my toothbrush ready for me if he’s in here first. It has always been the little things he does that makes me realize just how much he loves me.
I stand back and watch him at the sink as I brush my teeth. He looks so different today, not the carefree fun-loving Klatter that he quite normally is. Seeing Kip has really had an effect on him. It makes me wonder just how much he really loved him, or still does.
He squeezes by me, his hand lingering on my stomach as I move closer to the sink. I rinse out my mouth and follow him to the bed. I watch him as he slowly undresses and almost drops onto the edge of the bed; he just sits there, his head hanging, his hands clasped between his thighs. I move up behind him on the bed, sitting with my legs on either side of him, my arms draped over his shoulders. His head tilts slightly as I gently kiss the side of his neck, my hands moving across his furry stomach as he leans back against me. His hand covers mine, our fingers interlocking.
He slowly stands, pulling free of my grip before turning and placing his hand against my chest, he pushes me back, lowering himself onto the bed beside me as he does. He props himself up on his elbow, his other hand still on my chest. His face seems so filled with worry and sadness.
"Bren..." He almost whispers. "Don’t ever let me hurt you..."
"What?" I say as I try to sit up, his hand holds me in place as he leans closer to me. He kisses my forehead, my cheek, the end of my nose before lightly pressing his lips against mine.
"I don’t ever want to hurt you..." He says as my hand touches the side of his face, working slowly up into his hair.
"You won’t... You never could." I say as I crane my neck to kiss him.
"You say that now..." He tries to smile just as my lips come into contact with his.
"I won’t let you..." I manage to say between kisses. He moves his body more over me, his hand pushing mine back onto the bed above my head.
"I love you..." He whispers, staring directly into my eyes.
"I know..." I say, his lips are just about to touch mine when we both jump with the ring of the phone.
"Fuck..." He moans as he reaches towards the night stand.
"Let the machine get it..." I say as I try to hold onto him. He just manages to reach it, pulling it along as I pull him back next to me.
"Hello..." He says, I can see the look on his face change. "Todd... Slow down." He says as he rolls off of me and sits up. "I can’t understand..." I move up next to him. I can hear Todd, it sounds like he is almost screaming into the other end. "Todd... Slow down, from the start." He stands up and starts pacing in the small bedroom. "Uh huh..."
Todd’s voice has lowered to the point where I can’t hear him anymore, but I can tell by Trent’s reaction to what he’s saying, that something has happened.
"You’re sure?" He asks, turning to look at me. "You going to be ok? Yeah... First thing in the morning, we should be back late the day after tomorrow." Trent sits back beside me on the bed, his hand slowly starts rubbing my thigh as he listens to Todd talking. He looks me in the eyes. Something bad has happened.
He finally places the phone back in it’s cradle, slowly he turns to me.
"What happened?" I ask, but I think I already know it has to do with Markus.
"He just came from Markus’s..."
"Did they talk things out?" I ask as Trent pulls back the blankets, I move over to my side of the bed as he slips under the covers.
"Peter was there..."
"What?" I ask as Trent lifts the blankets for me to get in.
"Peter was at the house when Todd got there."
"Did he talk to Markus though?" I ask as I crawl under, he pulls the blankets up to cover me.
"No..." He pauses, his hand finding mine as I move closer to him. "He was just about to go in when he saw Peter come out of the house. He just drove away." He holds up my hand in his, almost like he is studying it closely. "It didn’t take him long... Did it?" He says before reaching to turn out the lamp beside the bed.
He lays on his side, facing away from me. I move up close, snuggling right up against his back, bending my knees into the back of his legs.
"Is he going to be ok?" I ask softly against the side of his neck as my arm drapes over his chest.
"He’s pretty messed up, but I don’t think he’ll do anything stupid, he said he’d call if he needed to talk." He says quietly. I can hear the worry in his voice. I curl in tighter against him.
Characters: Trent Klatt and Brendan Morrison
Rating: NC-17 (Adult situations and course language)
Author: Mark
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.
Note: Thank you Sue, for your encouragement and the massive amounts
of Beta-ing you have done for me.
Brendan’s POV
I didn’t read what the note said, I felt that if Trent wanted me know what it said, he will eventually tell me. But what ever it said has really messed him up. I sat there, my arms wrapped around him as he sobbed uncontrollably against me.
He pushes me away as he stands up, cramming the note into the pocket of his shorts. "I have to get out of here…" He says as he pulls out his large suitcase from under the bed, laying it out on the bed beside the box from Kip.
"You wanna talk?" I ask as I move out of the way.
"No…" He snaps, pulling away from me. "I just need to grab a few things and we can be on our way."
"You want to leave right now?" I say as he sorts through his closet, tossing things on the bed. "Trent..." I move closer to him. "Baby..." I grab his shoulders and turn him to face me. He looks away. I grip his chin tightly and turn his face to me. "Neither of us has slept since yesterday, we aren’t in any shape to be driving today." I say, he lowers his head as I relax my hold on his face. "You know I’m right..." He just nods slowly.
I don’t think I have ever seen him like this. I know he really cared for Kip and he feels responsible for fucking that up too, but a big part of that was my fault too. I could have kept my dick in my pants just that one time, but no... As soon as the opportunity arose, I jumped back into bed with him.
"Come on..." I say as I try to lead him out to the living room. "You got any coffee here?" I say as I pull out a chair at the small dining table, he drops himself lifelessly down in the chair.
"In the fridge... I think..." He mumbles quietly. I find a package of ground coffee in the fridge, and fill the pot while measuring out the right amount into the basket. While I am pouring the water into the back of the machine, I notice him stand up and move towards the window where he and Kip were standing a while ago. I turn on the coffee machine and go over to him.
I wrap my arm around his waist as he leans back against me. I can feel his whole body shaking as I tighten my arms around him.
"Why..." He barely whispers.
"What?" I ask, because, I wasn’t sure he even said anything.
"Why?" He repeats, but before I can ask what he means he continues. "Why do I destroy everybody’s lives?" His voice still just a whisper.
"You haven’t."
"How can you say that?" He cuts me off. "Look what I’ve done. First Todd and Markus, then you and Eddie and now Kipper." He says, almost a sob. I loosen my hold on him enough to place my hand on his shoulder and turn him to face me.
"First off, what’s happening with Todd and Markus isn’t your fault. They have been having problems for a long time." I stare into his eyes, he just shakes his head slowly.
"No..." He pauses to take a deep breath. "Markus knew about my feelings for Todd for a long time, that was the start of it all. Markus thought he couldn’t compete so he pushed Todd towards me." He takes a long slow breath. "He kicked him out... He told him he was leaving for Sweden without him. He fucking kicked him out." He says very loudly. "And he still blames me for everything that is fucked up in their lives. It’s been a fucking year and he still blames me..." He steps away from me, sitting back at the dining room table. He places his hands around the sugar bowl and looks like he is trying to crush it, he is holding it so tightly. "But it was so obvious that Todd still loved him, I didn’t stand a chance." He says softly as I sit in the chair next to him. I lean towards him, taking his hand in mine. "It’s because of Markus that Vancouver wouldn’t re-sign me. I know it is."
"I think you’re wrong about that..."
"No, no I’m not. Up until he left for Sweden, my contract was all worked out, basically it just had to be signed on the dotted line." He takes a deep breath as I rub his hand in mine.
"Then when we got back from The Charlottes, management started changing things, cutting back from the original offer. He was behind it, I know he was. He was trying to ruin my chances with you, he was behind breaking us up. He felt that I had fucked him over by sleeping with Todd."
"Trent..." I run my fingers lightly along his jaw line. "I really don’t..."
"Then there’s you. I almost lost you." His eyes filling, tears start streaming down his face.
"But you didn’t..."
"I should have been there. I should’ve stopped him..."
"Trent, Baby... You’ve gotta stop blaming yourself for everything." He looks into my eyes. "Even if you were in Vancouver, there was no way of knowing what Joe was gonna do." I squeeze his hands tightly in mine.
"But..."
"No buts... He was crazy, he had his mind set and he would hurt anyone who got in his way. Jesus, he almost killed Eddie. And look what he did to Evan." I move to be barely sitting on the edge of my chair. "There was nothing you could have done. He just would’ve hurt you too..."
Trent’s POV
I continued to pour out my feelings to him in a way I’ve never done with anyone before. I know he says that I shouldn’t feel responsible for everything that has happened, all the lives I have destroyed, but fuck, all you have to do is look around.
Todd and Markus. I don’t care what anyone says, all of their problems started when Markus found out about my feelings for Todd. He still blames me for everything, I could tell that just by his tone of voice on the phone when I called him from the Charlottes.
And Eddie, I’ve turned his whole world upside down. I don’t think I have ever seen anyone so hopelessly in love with someone than he was, or I should say, still is, with Bren. I know the only reason he broke it off with Bren was because he felt he could never truly have Brendan’s heart.
I know I fucked a lot of things up, but I was trying to give them their space, I was staying away from them. He is the one who walked out on Bren without any explanation other than he was going back to his wife. I’ll believe that when I see it. I’m sure he is spending time with his daughters, but I doubt very much that he is actually trying to work things out with Kirstin. He’s still in love with Brendan, and he probably always will be.
Then there’s Kip. I totally ripped his world apart. He fell so hard for me, even though I kept trying to stop anything from happening between us. I had to wait until I knew for sure that things were really over with Bren. I really thought that it was over, otherwise, I never would have let things get so out of control.
Kip went out of his way to always be there for me, he listened to me go on and on about Brendan. He knew I still loved him, only a fucking idiot wouldn’t have been able to see that. So I held off, I needed to know it was really over, and when I thought it was, Kip was right there, stepping in to take Bren’s place.
I’m not saying that I never had feelings for Kip, because I did. I loved him, how could you not? He is such a sweet man, he would’ve given his life for you. I just hope that he can forgive me; I know it won’t be anytime soon though, but he deserves to be happy, he needs someone who is able to love him the way that he loved me.
Brendan is at the door paying the deliveryman for the pizza. We ordered in because I have no food here and there is no point in buying any if we are leaving in the morning.
I push my hand deep into my pocket, the crumpled piece of paper is still there, along with Kip’s medallion. I can feel my eyes starting to fill again as I go back into the bedroom. I pick up the envelope from the top of the box that he left, which is still sitting on the foot of the bed. I pull out the note and the necklace from my pocket. I turn the little crown over in my hand. The image of the first time I tied this around his neck fills my mind as I let it drop into the envelope. I open the crinkled piece of paper, flattening it the best that I can before folding it up along the original fold line and sliding it into the envelope as well. I turn the envelope over and see my name written in his perfect handwriting.
I move over to the small dresser and pull open the top drawer. I push aside a few pairs of socks only to see a picture of Kip on the bottom of the drawer. I pick it up, my hand is shaking as I stare at the photo. He is such a beautiful man, inside and out. I really hope he can be happy again.
I slip the picture in the envelope along side the note. I place it under the socks at the back of the drawer. I wipe my face with the heels of my palms before slowly closing the drawer. As I turn around, Brendan is standing in the doorway.
"Pizza’s on the table..." He says quietly as I move to him, his arm slips around my waist, his fingers tucking in slightly under my belt as he maneuvers me into the dining room.
Brendan’s POV
Trent has been very quiet all night. I’ve tried to get him to talk to me, but this just seems to piss him off. He is leaning against me as we watch the late news, his hand is on my thigh, his head resting lightly against my shoulder, both of us laid back, our feet up on the coffee table. I turn my head to look at him, his eyes are closed.
"Hon..." I say softly, he hums a response. "Lets go to bed, it’s going to be a long day tomorrow." I say as he lifts his head from my shoulder.
"Sorry... I was fading..." He says quietly as he stands and slowly walks towards the bedroom. I turn off the TV and the lights, check to make sure the door is locked, just a thing I’ve gotten into the habit of doing lately.
The bedroom is dark, but the light is on in the bathroom, I turn on the lamp beside the bed, strip down to my boxers before joining him in the bathroom. He hands me my toothbrush as I come up behind him. He has always done this, gotten my toothbrush ready for me if he’s in here first. It has always been the little things he does that makes me realize just how much he loves me.
I stand back and watch him at the sink as I brush my teeth. He looks so different today, not the carefree fun-loving Klatter that he quite normally is. Seeing Kip has really had an effect on him. It makes me wonder just how much he really loved him, or still does.
He squeezes by me, his hand lingering on my stomach as I move closer to the sink. I rinse out my mouth and follow him to the bed. I watch him as he slowly undresses and almost drops onto the edge of the bed; he just sits there, his head hanging, his hands clasped between his thighs. I move up behind him on the bed, sitting with my legs on either side of him, my arms draped over his shoulders. His head tilts slightly as I gently kiss the side of his neck, my hands moving across his furry stomach as he leans back against me. His hand covers mine, our fingers interlocking.
He slowly stands, pulling free of my grip before turning and placing his hand against my chest, he pushes me back, lowering himself onto the bed beside me as he does. He props himself up on his elbow, his other hand still on my chest. His face seems so filled with worry and sadness.
"Bren..." He almost whispers. "Don’t ever let me hurt you..."
"What?" I say as I try to sit up, his hand holds me in place as he leans closer to me. He kisses my forehead, my cheek, the end of my nose before lightly pressing his lips against mine.
"I don’t ever want to hurt you..." He says as my hand touches the side of his face, working slowly up into his hair.
"You won’t... You never could." I say as I crane my neck to kiss him.
"You say that now..." He tries to smile just as my lips come into contact with his.
"I won’t let you..." I manage to say between kisses. He moves his body more over me, his hand pushing mine back onto the bed above my head.
"I love you..." He whispers, staring directly into my eyes.
"I know..." I say, his lips are just about to touch mine when we both jump with the ring of the phone.
"Fuck..." He moans as he reaches towards the night stand.
"Let the machine get it..." I say as I try to hold onto him. He just manages to reach it, pulling it along as I pull him back next to me.
"Hello..." He says, I can see the look on his face change. "Todd... Slow down." He says as he rolls off of me and sits up. "I can’t understand..." I move up next to him. I can hear Todd, it sounds like he is almost screaming into the other end. "Todd... Slow down, from the start." He stands up and starts pacing in the small bedroom. "Uh huh..."
Todd’s voice has lowered to the point where I can’t hear him anymore, but I can tell by Trent’s reaction to what he’s saying, that something has happened.
"You’re sure?" He asks, turning to look at me. "You going to be ok? Yeah... First thing in the morning, we should be back late the day after tomorrow." Trent sits back beside me on the bed, his hand slowly starts rubbing my thigh as he listens to Todd talking. He looks me in the eyes. Something bad has happened.
He finally places the phone back in it’s cradle, slowly he turns to me.
"What happened?" I ask, but I think I already know it has to do with Markus.
"He just came from Markus’s..."
"Did they talk things out?" I ask as Trent pulls back the blankets, I move over to my side of the bed as he slips under the covers.
"Peter was there..."
"What?" I ask as Trent lifts the blankets for me to get in.
"Peter was at the house when Todd got there."
"Did he talk to Markus though?" I ask as I crawl under, he pulls the blankets up to cover me.
"No..." He pauses, his hand finding mine as I move closer to him. "He was just about to go in when he saw Peter come out of the house. He just drove away." He holds up my hand in his, almost like he is studying it closely. "It didn’t take him long... Did it?" He says before reaching to turn out the lamp beside the bed.
He lays on his side, facing away from me. I move up close, snuggling right up against his back, bending my knees into the back of his legs.
"Is he going to be ok?" I ask softly against the side of his neck as my arm drapes over his chest.
"He’s pretty messed up, but I don’t think he’ll do anything stupid, he said he’d call if he needed to talk." He says quietly. I can hear the worry in his voice. I curl in tighter against him.