Page 36 of Trevor Takes Care

“You aren’t here.” That was closer to a complaint, but confused, as if for a moment, Sky had forgotten the miles between them.

“I’m here. I’m right here, watching my Sky, listening to him.” Trevor shifted against the headboard but kept his voice steady. “Take one of the pillows I bought for you. Pick the softest one and put it between your legs.” Trevor had read the reviews before he’d ordered them. “Soft, isn’t it?” he asked after Sky tried to move his sluggish limbs to obey.

Sky lifted his head as he shoved the pillow beneath himself. The pillow was black and a sort of crushed velvet fabric. He was going to stain it, but that was a special reminder for him to find in the morning. For now, he arranged himself carelessly over the pillow, and, as if his thinking was on a delay, finally looked to Trevor for explanation or further instruction.

His glasses were fogged and slipping down his nose. His lips were dark from how hard he’d bitten them. He stared at Trevor expectantly, shivering without even seeming to notice anymore.

“I asked you a question, Sky,” Trevor prompted, wanting to make sure Sky was with him.

Sky blinked, still for one moment as if trying to remember what he’d been asked. “Soft. Yes. Soft.”

Trevor put a hand to his cock but didn’t even let himself press down. “Soft so you can rub yourself off on it like a horny little animal.” Sky’s whine was confused, but his hips were already moving. “Like a mindless pet who only wants to feel good.”

He hadn’t bought the pillows intending for Sky to fuck them, only to sleep on them. They were so giving and shapeless that it only took a few seconds for Sky to realize they wouldn’t be enough. He tried bunching the pillow up to get more friction, close to holding it in place as he fucked it, but that must have made the glancing, teasing lack of pressure worse. He bit his lip again.

He was flushed down to his chest, panting and still unable to look Trevor in the eye while he tried to find the pressure he needed. He whimpered. “Please. Please. I can’t…” Still choking on the words. “Trevor, please.”

Trevor watched him when all he wanted to do was reach out to make him come.

“Tell me what you are, Sky baby.” The kindness made Sky keen before he caught it. Trevor clucked his tongue, as gently chiding as he could be while rock hard. “Look at me and tell me. Say what you are.”

“Submissive,” the answer came faster than he would have thought, a strangled cry and some harsh breathing and then Sky panting it, “Your submissive. Trevor, please. I’m yours. Please.”

“Stop.”

It hit Sky hard, made him shake and hiss, turning his head away. A wrenching shudder went through him, then another, but he stopped.

“That’s it, gorgeous. That’s good. That’s so good. Wet your fingers for me so I can watch you play with your cock. And look at me. I want to watch you come.”

Sky turned back to let Trevor watch him lick his fingertips and then slip them down between his legs to touch himself. His eyes were half-closed but his gaze was fixed on Trevor, right where it should be. Where it should always be, at least in Trevor’s darkest fantasies.

“Want your hand,” Sky admitted, anguished, gasping already. “Want you.”

“I know, baby,” Trevor breathed heavily, right there with him. “Show me how much.”

Afterward, when Trevor had whispered every endearment in the world to a sleepy, muzzy, far too cold Sky, and ordered him off the couch and to the bathroom, where he made Sky drink some water and rinse with mouthwash if he was too out of it to brush his teeth. After he had directed Sky to his bed and let Sky curl around the phone under a heavy cocoon of blankets, and Sky’s voice broke on Trevor’s name as he finally said good night, Trevor hung up and left his room to walk blankly through the house.

He had some water too, apologized to Mr. Tams for disturbing his rest, then returned to his room. His bed did not feel like a cocoon. He lay on his back anyway, and reached into his nightstand for a small amount of lube.

Then he thought over the day’s events and brought himself off.

The light was glaring so he kept his eyes shut.

Chapter Fourteen

Trevor woke with a slight headache. His early morning jog was once again more of a walk, but he stayed out for longer, letting Ellie prance until they were both exhausted. His day was going to be busy, so he took something for his headache when it lingered, and had a bowl of cereal while his grandmother attacked the rose bushes with soap and water to keep away aphids.

He messaged Sky because he couldn’t stop worrying that he’d pushed too hard.You’re all right? That was okay?

His grandma had another appointment with a different specialist, a simple meet-and-greet, but Trevor got her in the car for that, and the drive was nearly an hour. Then he came back to drop her off and see that she was settled before he was off to run errands again. A delivery vehicle was parked in G.G.’s driveway when Trevor pulled out. It was of course gone by the time he returned from gassing up the car and then going to the bargain grocery store, the regular grocery store, and the organic grocery store to get everything on his grandmother’s list.

The sky had darkened and the air was faintly sticky. The weather and changing air pressure might have been the reason for Trevor’s headache, which returned after lunch and a lesson in bread-making.

He didn’t even get a chance to enjoy the bread. The skies opened with unexpected rain, and he was sent outside to deal with the plants in the garden while his grandma stood inside by the sliding glass door and shouted worried questions at him.

She sent him to shower and nap afterward. Trevor had objected, certain he didn’t need a nap, but his grandmother had watched him take headache pills twice and probably thought he was sick, so he went, then surprised himself by falling asleep on top of his covers almost immediately.

He woke to his phone chiming with work emails and task reminders.

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