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"I heard you on Yasi's podcast," Trent said, leveling the other man with a charged stare. The 43-year-old ash-blondette swallowed. Geoff's mouth felt like it was carpeted with sandpaper.
"Yeah?" he replied, trying to match the older man's composure.
"Yeah." Trent's voice was barely a murmur. "I heard you.... called me sexy." He ran a hand sensuously across a Moog synthesizer. "Unbelievably sexy, not to put too fine a point on it."
Geoffrey blushed, averting his gaze from Trent's inky orbs. "Well, I--"
"No, no, don't apologize," Mr. Reznor whispered, crossing the studio with many strides of his short legs. He placed a hand over Geoff's. "I just wanted to know..... if you still think so..."
The Dumont native felt his heart quicken. Could this be? His hero, his inspiration, his idol.... could a legend like Trent Reznor truly be interested in a simple brown house spider like himself? He wet his lips. "Of course, dude. You're so sexy."
The Pennsylvanian smiled shyly. "Even.... unbelievably sexy?"
Now it was Geoff's turn to make a move. He reached out a hand and placed it against Trent's cheek, shivering at the way the stubble felt on his palm. "Unimaginably sexy."
"I'm sorry for what I said about My Chemical Romance all those years ago," Trent whispered, tears in his eyes.
"I forgive you," Geoff intoned, and leaned down into the brunette man's sweet embrace of lips. "After all," he murmured against Trenton's tongue, "You get me closer to God."