24 July 2008; Kevin's apartment; Trent Reznor/Kevin Spacey; PG
[Crossposted to reznor_q and our_quarter]

[Follows this post - ignore the time lapse, we are ;)]

Kevin peered into the fridge trying to make a decision on what to make for dinner. There were a few vegetables which were starting to look a little wilted so he decided a simple noodle stir fry would use them up. He grabbed them all, a large knife, and started to chop. It was an easy quick dinner and he figured he'd be eating in front of the television within ten minutes.

Trent had hovered outside Kevin's door for several minutes trying to get the courage up to knock. He'd had a few drinks but they felt like nowhere near enough. Do it now or go home, he told himself and reached up to give a couple solid of raps on the door.

"Damn!" Kevin muttered quickly rinsing his hands under the tap and giving them a cursory wipe with a tea towel. He rushed to the door and opened it, his frown turning to a grin. "Hey Trent! Come in!"

"Hi," Trent said shyly barely able to meet Kevin's eyes as he walked into the living room. "I just came round to apologise."

"Apologise for what?" Kevin asked gesturing for Trent to sit down. Then it hit him. Trent had been messing with him the other night, kissing him and all. No doubt he had joked about it with his band members. Hey guys this old balding dude thought I actually wanted him, and now he felt a bit guilty. "It's okay," he said resignation evident in his tone.

Trent glanced at Kevin before feigning interest in the television. "I get ... I get a bit needy when I'm high and I'm sure you didn't want me slobbering all over you. I wanted to spend some time with you Kevin, but you always seem to have to look after me."

Kevin's eyes were also fixed on the screen. "I don't mind either. Looking after you or..." He blushed. "the slobbering."

With a relieved laugh Trent shook his head. "I was shit scared I'd blown it with you, you know?"

"I was about to have dinner. You want to stay?" Kevin asked getting out of his seat. He paused then dared to add. "I was shit scared too...shit scared you just thought I was a joke." In the back of his mind he still wondered if Trent thought that.

"I'm the fucking joke Kevin; the muso cliche who gets high and fucked rather than being able to talk to people." Trent looked directly at Kevin as he spoke. "You're the one who's good enough to talk to me and offer me a meal."

"I have plenty," Kevin simply smiled. "That is if you don't mind badly cooked stir fry and if Bobby Darin doesn't get on your nerves," he laughed pointing at the old turntable.

Trent shrugged looked towards the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Unless you're able to resurrect these sad vegetables then no," Kevin smiled waving a bunch of bok choy which had seen better days. "It won't take me long...just need to give the vegetables a once over through the wok and add some noodles. "You okay with oyster sauce? Or I have black bean." Kevin started to chop the vegetables and throw them into the waiting wok. "So how's that beautiful girl Poppy? You had any gigs lately?" He shook his head. "Shit I'm raving...sorry. Just I don't often have people over for dinner. Bobby and cable TV are usually my sole companions."

"Poppy's cool ... she's a good girl," Trent smiled and hovered over Kevin's shoulder watching him prepare the food. "Black bean would be great," he said softly not quite realizing how close he was until they touched.

Kevin nearly moved away from the contact but held his breath and stayed where he was. He could feel Trent's breath against his neck. He kept chopping the vegetables, although suddenly it was difficult to control the knife. "Black bean it is then," he said his voice wavering.

Trent knew he should move, but it felt good being this close to someone who didn't want anything from him. Slowly he lifted his hand, placed it on Kevin's shoulder and said softly, "Thank you for this Kevin."

Kevin stopped chopping and placed a hand on Trent's in return. "It's a pleasure. I like having you here."

Without realizing what he was doing Trent leant against Kevin, his chin resting on their hands. "I feel like a real person with you Kevin," he whispered.

"You are real," Kevin whispered back. They were so close, and he couldn't help but lay a gentle kiss on Trent's lips. "Sorry, hope that's okay', he murmured.

Trent's only answer was to return the kiss. This time it was a little firmer and his hand lifted to cup Kevin's cheek.

Kevin barely stopped to think about his reaction. He kissed back, his tongue breaching Trent's lips, and his fingers pushing through his hair. He almost stumbled against Trent in his eagerness to taste him and touch him.

The kiss was different ... for one thing Trent was clean and sober, for another he felt safe. It was only when he used to share Robin's bed that he felt that safe. Trent moaned lightly into the kiss sliding around so their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Kevin had never elicited a moan like that from anyone. You really mean it don't you? "I can barely control myself when you do that. You feel so good." Already Trent was hardening against him.

Trent didn't say a word but moved his lips down to Kevin's neck giving small kisses and licks as he got lost in the sensations.

Kevin bent his head so that he could kiss back...anywhere he could reach.

The lips on Trent's were gentle; not the usual force of bites and bruises. His hand moved down over Kevin's belly slowly ducking under the knitted band of the waist coat and between the fabric of his shirt to find skin.

Kevin flinched. He hadn't been touched there for a very long time...the doctor was probably the last one...and he was ticklish. "Feels good," he reassured Trent when he frowned. "Just not used to it that's all...it's been a while...a very long while."

Trent nodded but held his hand where it was. "We can go through to your room if you want," he offered quietly.

Kevin knew he would lie in bed later regretting his next action but he felt it needed to be done. "You didn't come here for this... you came to talk." He gave Trent one more kiss and then drew away. "We hardly know each other Trent. It's not right yet."

That threw Trent ... it was always about sex. People always wanted that from him ... free tickets to a show or sex. Often both. He looked at Kevin and took a step back. "Okay, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." Kevin trailed his thumb over Trent's cheek. "Believe me I'm going to be sorry later on. There's nothing I'd like better than to...go through to my room with you." Kevin used Trent's own words. "But it's too early. We need to get to know each other." Kevin shook his head. "Fuck! I sound like a fucking teeny girl!"

Trent nodded and looked at Kevin. "You do a bit," he said quietly and gave a gentle laugh.

"You want those noodles I promised you?" Kevin asked reluctantly moving away from the heat of Trent's body. "And I think I have cake or ice cream or both."

"Both sounds good," Trent smiled and glanced around the kitchen. "Can I get the bowls or something?"

"Thanks. They're in the cabinet over there." He pointed upwards. "And Trent...?"

Trent turned to look at Kevin. "Um yeah?"

"Just because I stopped just before doesn't..." Kevin reddened. "Doesn't mean I didn't want you."

A smile turned into a laugh and Trent nodded. "Another time maybe?"

"I'd like that would sound too teeny again wouldn't it?" Kevin laughed as well. "But yeah...it was nice kissing you and..." He took a deep breath. "I like you Trent."

Trent gave a real laugh and placed the bowls on the bench. "I like you too Kevin."