Chapter #3Trent's Arc by: GeaMeX   "...Do you think Dad's okay?", Simon asks. The younger lizard looks worriedly at his brother Derek, both standing behind the doorframe to their father's room.
Derek sighs. "He's been staring at his laptop again."
For Trent, it's been over a month since he came home. Away from Gawain. It was nice to be with his children as usual, but being away from his ram was starting to take its toll on him. So much that he hasn't realized how much it was affecting his kids. All they've seen him do was click refresh on his computer and send texts over and over on his phone. He hasn't bathed very well, his eyes were getting bloodshot from the lack of sleep, even his workouts were less sustaining as he couldn't get the thought of Gawain out his head.
Simon takes a chance and paces slowly into the room. "Dad? ...Dad!"
Trent's entire body jumps. It was like he was knocked out of his funk. Spare the moment. "Huh? W-what? Oh, Simon..." He looks back at his bright laptop. "Is it dinner time already?"
"It was an hour ago.", Derek remarks.
"O-oh... Sorry.", Trent yawns, and then rubs his baggy eyes. "I'll be downstairs in a bit. Simon, can you warm up my food for me?"
"Yeah. I'll do it.", Simon responds and then walks out of the room.
Soon as his younger sibling steps out, Derek immediately shuts the door and walks up to his father. "Dad, what the fuck?! Are you fucking alright?!"
Trent just groans, cupping the side of his head as if he has a bad headache. "Yes, I"m fine. I'm fine."
Derek didn't take that. "Dad, if you haven't noticed, Simon's been getting worried sick because of you! Every time he comes home to say hi all you do is just shove him off like he isn't ever there! What the fuck's going on with you that makes it more important than your own son?!"
"Derek!", Trent yells, but his eldest son stood his ground only to see father start to cry. "Nng... I know... Alright...?"
This sure caught Derek by surprise. "Whoa, Dad..."
"I know, alright?! I thought everything was going to be fine...but I don't even know anymore...", Trent cringes.
Derek sympathizes with his father, sitting beside him on his bed. "Come on old man. This isn't like you. What is it that's been making you feel this way?"
Trent sighs, wiping the tears from his face. "Alright. I guess I might as well tell you. For the past week I haven't received a message from my, uh...dearest friend. No text, no email, nothing..."
Derek suddenly nickers a bit. "Ohhh. You mean your online boy toy?"
"Wha-... What makes you think he's my boy toy and shit?", Trent hisses.
"Dad, you're not exactly quiet whenever you shoot a huge load.", Derek snarks.
Trent cups his forehead, "Oh for God's sake...! Well, anyways, I haven't been able to contact him for the past week. And, I guess it's been really affecting my mood lately. I'm really sorry to put you kids through this."
"Hey, don't apologize to me. Simon's been concerned about you ever since you started feeling like shit."
Trent sighs again, "I know..."
Derek scratches his waddle, "And, not to sound fucked-up or anything, but don't you think you're getting a little too distressed over some online friend?"
"He's not just an online friend, son. He's also someone I met while on my recent business trip. He was the type of person who got me through it while I was away from you two. Someone who lifted my spirits up. Someone who made me feel special every day."
Derek paused for the moment. "Someone who was just like mom, huh?"
Trent meets eye-to-eye with his son. "...Yeah. A lot like her."
After another moment of silence, Simon is heard from downstairs. "Dad, dinner's warm!"
The older reptile shuts his laptop and sets it aside while picking himself off his bed. "Come on. Might as well at least try to spend more time with you two from this point on."
"Hey, you're making progress already.", Derek smiles.
Upon heading downstairs, the doorbell rings. Trent was the first to make it down so he was the one to answer it. "I'll get it." Upon opening the door, he covers his eyes since they haven't really seen the light of day for some time now. "Hello? Can I help you?" He couldn't even make out who it was sine his eyes were still adjusting.
"Hey man, it's me!"
"Hm? What?" Why does that voice sound so familiar? All Trent could make out at this point was a rather floofy blob standing right in front of him.
"Babe, it's me!"
Trent rubbed his eyes out quite vigorously, trying to make it clear to what he was seeing. "Hold up! My eyes haven't been too good to me lately--GASP!" Trent's jaw drops. His eyes open wider than they ever did this past stress-inducing week. "Gih-Gawain..."
Gawain was about to speak, but Trent seemed too astounded to even communicate to. "...Hey, babe?" He then holds up his damaged cellphone. "Hey uh, sorry about not texting you back. Fuckin' Alan got carried away and destroyed my cellphone." Trent didn't say anything. "Kind of ironic since I was about to tell you I was heading back today too. Real sorry about that. Um, maybe if there's anything I can do to make up for it, we can--BWOOMPH! The sheep's body is immediately engulfed by Trent's massive, powerful arms. He immediately felt like he was being mushed, not being able to breathe. "Trent! This feels nice and all, but you're crushing me!"
The overgrown lizard steps back, taking another long look at his mate while clinging his meaty palms over the ram's broad shoulders. His eyes start to tear up again and his lips start to shrivel. "I'm just...so glad your okay..."
Without a moment's thought, Trent shoots his lips towards Gawain's, giving him the longest, most-cherished lizard kiss he could. Trent's tongue can he seen whipping beneath the sheep's cheek, until the ram desperately tries to split them apart. For the moment, to catch his breath. GAAASP! "Wow...", he coughs, "You really do miss me."
"Sorry. Couldn't control myself. Would you like to join us for dinner?"
"Oh, 'us'?" Upon further inspection, Simon and Derek were standing at the front door. Apparently they were there for the entire show.
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Trent and Gawain sat by themselves at the table. They had just finished their food and Trent felt it was the perfect time to catch up. "So what have you been doing the past week? Hope those two didn't bust your balls too much."
"Naw. I was able to handle my own. Those two can't get enough of each other. Plenty of time for me to mess around with their gym equipment.", Gawain winks. He even rolls up a sleeve to show off just how much he had gained over the past few weeks while he was away, flexing that studly arm of his. Trent gently cups the ram's thick bicep, running his fingers all along that meaty bump of his. "Think I gained a few inches on these babies."
"Holy shit... I thought my eyesight was distorted at first, but you really have gained a lot of mass there!", Trent grins.
Gawain on the other hand starts looking worried. "Speaking of which, what the hell happened to you? You look like you haven't slept in days."
"Funny you should say that." That came from Derek, who walks right up to them.
Gawain took notice. "Oh, hello there. You must be..."
"That's Derek.", Trent finishes "He's my oldest son. The smaller one you saw his Simon."
"Oh okay. It's nice to meet you. Name's Gawain." The sheep overs a hand to shake with Derek.
Derek just stands by.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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