Page 34 of Trevor Takes Care

Trevor’s voice got rough too. “Do what? Get you off? You could do that alone. What else, Sky? Tell me.”

“I…” Sky fought it, a word or two at a time. “I…. I want…. You should… treat me… like…that.”

“Like a pet?” Trevor wondered, shoving down the fire in his chest. “Then let me see you.”

He got up to lock the door and to start music on his laptop at a volume to cover the sound of his voice while not disturbing his grandmother.

Sky hiccupped and switched the call to video.

Sky was in his darkened living room, on his back, the red couch beneath him. He was beautiful, his glasses still on, his hair half-flattened.

He made a small sound when Trevor must have appeared on his screen, the lights on and glaring, Trevor in a t-shirt as he returned to sit on the bed.

The trouble with wanting to tie Sky up, or down, was that it couldn’t be done long distance. If a problem occurred, like a fire or something, Sky would be stuck. If they tried to get around that with loose knots or self-releasing cuffs, Sky couldn’t be trusted not to squirm away or click himself free.

But pressure was the best way to make Sky happy. Even Sky had finally admitted it.

Trevor thought of his notebook again, then focused on Sky, who was staring at him intently, his lips parted as he waited.

He looked good next to such a bold, primary red, even with his hair a lighter shade of blue. Trevor kept that to himself, along with most of the other things he was thinking. He couldn’t physically trap those hands or ankles, so he pressed from another direction entirely.

“I said let me see you.” The whipcrack in his tone made Sky jolt. His dark eyes widened. Trevor usually started gentle. Not tonight. “Clothes off. Don’t waste my time.”

Sky wet his lips and stared, hungry but unmoving.

Trevor shook his head to deny what those eyes were asking for. “A good pet would be naked for me,” he announced, and when Sky started to frown, to argue, Trevor ended the call.

He inhaled deeply and turned off the overhead light, though not the one on the nightstand. His whole body hummed with excitement.

The call came within seconds. Trevor accepted it.

Sky was crouched on his hands and knees and out of breath as if he’d just finished tearing his clothes off. He shivered in his cold apartment, goosebumps rising along his arms, his nipples hardening. “Trevor,” he began.

“Are you?” Trevor demanded, not a hint of a tremor or a rasp in his voice.

Sky’s mouth moved on a breathless, unvoicedWhat?He closed his eyes, then reopened them with his head tipped to the side to watch Trevor almost warily. He swallowed. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Trevor prompted without hesitation, leaving Sky to blink and stare in shock.

“Yes, Brian,” Sky tried but Trevor was ready for that too.

“Yes, Brian,what? You know what I want to hear, Sky. Say it or I’ll hang up again, let you get yourself off with some unsatisfying toy that doesn’t know what you are.”

Sky tried and failed to strangle a gasp. He shut his eyes again as a shudder worked through him. Sky had been talking this way for months. Dropping hints or issuing a challenge. Time to find out.

Trevor waited.

Sky licked his lips and then exhaled the words, “Yes, I’m a good pet.”

Trevor curled his free hand where Sky couldn’t see. He was steady and cool and not on fire. “You want a collar? Like the good pet you say you are?”

Sky opened his eyes, revealing more surprise. Whatever he saw in Trevor’s expression, he sucked in a noisy breath before dropping his head. “Yes.” It was barely a whisper. “Yes. If you got it for me. Yes.”

“Blue?” Trevor suggested, not shaking though he wanted to. “Like Ellie’s?”

Sky shuddered again but didn’t argue. That was telling, but Trevor still had to hide his nerves as he pressed. “And a bed to match hers, so you can sleep at the foot of mine?”

Sky locked eyes with Trevor, his breathing louder than the music. Then lowered his gaze, keeping it trained on the couch. “Brian.”

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