Dante couldn't read Trenton, but that was no surprise. He knew the man was a lawyer, and therefore likely quite adept at hiding his feelings.  What he either couldn't or chose not to control were his eyes. Dante watched as Trenton eyed him up and down, shamelessly. He liked showing off the body he was so very proud of, but having Trenton eyeball him like that... well... it was just Trenton. There was something about the lawyer that rubbed Dante the wrong way, and he couldn't tell what it was. What he did know for certain was that he'd like nothing better than to wipe that smug expression off his lawyerly face by ramming his cock down the man's throat - or up his ass. Hell, either way worked. But he and Trenton always seemed to be competing for the bottom boys, so he was obviously a fellow top.<br/><br/>Then he made another comment about Marcus and the new kid, but rubbed himself while looking at Dante. If that wasn't a classic case of mixed messages, Dante didn't know what was. He decided to try something new...<br/><br/>"Yes. There<em>is</em>hope." He moved closer to Trenton. Even though he stood a couple of inches shorter than the lawyer, he was more cut and toned, and he knew it. "But providence often manifests itself in ways you least expect." Without taking his eyes from Trenton's, he reached down and stroked himself, matching the lawyer's actions and soft grunts. It seemed unlikely that Trenton would respond favorably - if at all - to his advances (they had a history of competition, after all), but if he could top the bastard, it would make him feel better about all the times Trenton had managed to snare the prime bottoms almost literally out from under him. Real alpha-male kind of stuff.