On The 2nd Day Of Christmas Your Mikey Gave To You.....

Trent Barretta was not a person to hold a grudge or really be cruel to anyone, but as he stood there, leaning against the frame of his front door and looking into the eyes of his exlover, he felt uncaring and highly pissed off that Caylen would show up back here.

It wasn't always like that, Trent once looked at Caylen with nothing but pure love and adoration in his chocolate brown eyes. But that was before Caylen had up and left him and the business for something he thought would be better, make him happier. He couldn't have been more wrong. No, since he left he had been nothing but miserable.

And that is why he stood outside of the house he once shared with his exlover, begging for him too forgive and forget, take Caylen back. Trent didn't want too, he was not going to be Caylen's rug. You could not just say you love someone and then up and leave for something that seems more shiny. Screw Caylen, Trent had done nothing wrong, he should not feel bad.

But he did, why? He still loved Caylen.

So there they were, one standing on the porch, tears streaming from his dark brown, almost black eyes, tears met at his chin and gathered before forming a droplet and falling to the worn wood of Trent's porch. Trent was leaning against the frame of his door, an uncaring look along with a chilly cold radiation from the once warm man.

Caylen didn't blame him, he knew what he had done was wrong and possibly unforgivable but he knew Trent loved him, just not how much.

Trent rose a brow as Caylen babbled at him, cried and begged to be taken back. Caylen deserved this, he told himself but that did not make his chest unclench or the ice that covered his heart melt. Caylen had this coming ever since he stepped out that door. So why wasn't Trent happy he got what he deserved? Because this was Caylen and no matter how mad he was, he wanted Caylen to be happy.

Trent was about done listening to it though, he could not be in a relationship like that, he just couldn't. He stepped back and began to close the door until…FWAP! Caylen had lunged at the door, hitting it full force and knocking Trent backwards.

Trent hissed and rubbed his head as he angrily glared at Caylen.

"What in the hell was that!" He seethed as he struggled to stand.

Caylen looked up with those same teary eyes he had almost succumbed to earlier. "Trent please! I admit I made a mistake…."

A mistake was one thing but Caylen had walked out on him, Caylen had promised him that would never happen but apparently that was not the case with his exlover. He was betrayed and he hated himself for believing Caylen when he said forever.

Caylen crawled over to Trent and hugged him around the middle tightly.

"Please!" He sobbed, he knew this was not right; for him to ask for Trent to take him back was ludicrous. "I need you Trent!"

Trent pursed his lips and tried his hardest to hate the man who had him in such a vise like grip. Trent reached into his pocket and took out a quarter, throwing it and hitting Caylen in the head.

"There's a quarter go cry to someone who gives a flying fuck!" He shoved Caylen, trying to make him let go.

Caylen was still not budging though, he would not let this go, he would not let Trent go. He knew now that he needed Trent like he needed air and he just couldn't let Trent leave him and then go on living it didn't work like that.

Trent growled as Caylen worked himself up onto his chest so he could reach Trent's face. Caylen then straddled him and showered his face with kisses.

Every where but his lips.

"Trent please, I love you!" He continued to rain kisses down on Trent's face until Trent finally let go. He reached down and picked his quarter up, repocketing it before catching Caylen's head in his hands and bringing him down for a passionate kiss.

Yes, many people could have turned away and just told Caylen to fuck off, and then beat his ass and put him out of there house but not Trent. Trent loved him too much for that, yes he hated it but he couldn't help it. No matter what Caylen did, he was the owner of Trent's heart.