Page 4 of Trevor Takes Care

So many people thought the point of fantasy adventure stories and games was swords and magic and not the friendships and love that carried people through hard times. But Trevor focused more on wherever he thought good relationships could be found. He didn’t care much about intricate plots. D&D was about the party.The Lord of the Ringsdidn’t work if Samwise didn’t go so hard with his devotion.

Not that Trevor was onthatlevel. But that was what he wanted to try to convey in between all the fucking and prophecies and questing; it waspeoplewho saved everything. The things people would do when they came to care about others, with their own little groups as a stand-in for the world. That was why people cried when great stories ended—and why they wrote fanfiction about it. To keep that care going… and maybe also for porn.

If a dragon had a kept boy, they would likely cover that boy in jewels. Dwarves might as well, Trevor supposed, if they were the kind of fictional dwarves inclined to keep hoards of treasure. Maybe that was why Trevor loosely sketched a shorter, rounder figure, with hair across fat pecs and a darker trail of hair leading downward. He made the pose vaguely taut, as if his not-dwarf had his back arched. He drew one hairy armpit leading up to a strong arm, and then a few lines around the forearm to represent the coil of a… a chain? A tail? Holding the not-dwarf down if not still.

Trevor tapped the pencil against the paper thoughtfully, then tried a series of delicate, dainty links around his not-dwarf’s throat. The links went down, so he looped them through rings in each nipple, imagining the image in color and the gleam of metal and jewels against bare skin.

Bare skin was not practical for battle, he mused, heated as he considered other piercings and a seasoned warrior writhing while someone placed a jewel in his navel, a bar through his cock. More chains, Trevor decided without drawing them, picturing them around a thick shaft, the warrior embarrassed because maybe he’d agreed to distract the dragon or something but hadn’t thought it would go like this. Like he wastreasure too.

Trevor swallowed, then reached for his can of tea but abandoned it once he remembered it was empty.

Would the encounter haunt the warrior? Would he want it again? From the dragon or from someone else?

Trevor knew better than to waste an idea that appealed to him and turned another page so he could roughly outline the warrior on his hands and knees about to be split open by dragon cock, gold and jewels and come dripping from nearly every inch of him.

Chapter Three

Trevor’s stomach forced him from the room long past noon.

He ate something, went out into the garage with his grandmother to check on the seedlings for the yard and to work on a list for their next trip to the garden center, then took care of the dinner vegetables.

Afterward, though it was still early afternoon and not evening, Trevor stuck a hat on his head and clipped the leash onto Ellie’s azure collar to go for a long walk and think about putting a faceless, nameless warrior into Situations. Because the nameless warrior had to have the sort of past to make his encounter with the dragon all that much more poignant… and hot.

Trevor watched some videos by creators he admired with his headphones in while his grandmother cooked, then he cleaned up so she could rest again. It was in most ways like a hundred other days, except for the spark of an idea at the back of his mind as he went through the motions.

His grandma commented on his lack of skills in the kitchen the way she usually did, saying his mother should have taught him to do better. To which Trevor responded, asheusually did, that his mom wasn’t much of a cook but his grandma shouldn’t tell her he said that. Anyway, Trevor knew the basics, and frozen food and takeout existed.

Sky sent him a message halfway through the evening, checking to see if Trevor was down for an online gaming session later that week. It wasn’t the same as seeing each other in person, but Sky was in another state. He, like Trevor, mostly stayed inside these days, and games still counted as socializing.

Not for the first time, Trevor thought about saving up for a flight to see Sky, but he had bills and he wasn’t going to take money from his grandma to pay them. And Sky couldn’t come here. Well, he could, if he took care while traveling, but it would be a frustrating visit. They’d have to be quiet as mice. Trevor’s grandmother would keep wondering when Sky was going to move back here so he and Trevor could date again. And then… Sky would have to leave.

Trevor hadn’t liked Sky leaving the first time. He’d had to fight not to grab him and pull him back.

Sky had insisted that the move was temporary, that it had to be. But Trevor had known the truth. Anyway, Covid had put an end to the idea of visits. Trevor would have to content himself with text conversations and video sessions.

But he thought of it anyway, Sky here with him, Sky on his laptop in the garden while Trevor worked on the plants—something that still amazed Trevor because who could have guessed Trevor would take to gardening so well? Or Sky on the couch with them while Trevor’s grandma tried to be supportive by putting on shows likeQueer EyeorDrag Race. How playing with or fucking Sky might burn off some of the energy that led to detailed drawings of clawed hands digging into the flesh of a hairy ass.

And then he could brush Sky’s hair from Sky’s sweaty face while Sky grumbled but allowed it and curled against Trevor for comfort the way he didn’t for anyone else, no matter how spiky Sky got about cuddles when he was around other people.

Itburnedthat Trevor couldn’t do that anymore. Of course, he hadn’t been able to since before the plague hit. Sky’s job had wanted him to move, and the opportunity and money had been too great to pass up. Especially to stay with an artist with a part-time day job and a crappy apartment in a small city neither of them particularly liked but which was close to Trevor’s family. Trevor had been the only reason Sky had considered saying no to the offer, which was why Trevor had insisted that Sky say yes. Trevor was a bit of a loser. Sky was a genius. He needed a job that stimulated his incredible brain. He wouldn’t be happy otherwise.

Trevor had been pushy about it, but Sky listened best when Trevor was pushy. And Skywashappy in his new job, even, maybe especially, because he worked from home now. Long distance wouldn’t have made Sky happy, because no matter how difficult he was about asking for them, Skyneededthose cuddles. From someone, even if that wasn’t Trevor. Although if Sky was getting them elsewhere, he was kind enough not to tell Trevor about it.

But they were still friends, best friends. Sky was still the DM when the group managed to get together for an online gaming session. And sometimes Sky asked, in his way, for more.

Just not in person. No sweaty hair to be brushed back. No waiting for Sky’s eyes to focus and getting Sky a cup of herbal tea to hold as he returned to the world. No cuddles.

Unless Sky had gotten those from someone else recently, Sky could probably also use some relief since it had been a week or so since the last time they’d talked like that. But if not, he’d at least understand Trevor’s current horny dragon predicament. Sky understood most things.

Trevor messaged back and forth with him about dragon magic and physiology until his grandmother turned off the hall lights in a subtle way to tell him she was off to bed and would appreciate less light and noise. She also said to say good night to Sky even though Trevor hadn’t mentioned who he was messaging. He assured her he would be quiet since he hadn’t even been paying attention to whatever was playing on TV.

He got up to let Ellie out into the backyard, then spent some time researching illustrated book distribution even though he was ages away from having anything resembling a completed book that he could print and the sexual content would make distribution tricky anyway. Conventions maybe would help with that… whenever cons were realistically doable for him in the future.

He got a message from Sky in the middle of his musing:Is this the first person the dragon has kept as treasure?

The notebook was back in Trevor’s hands in an instant. He was inclined to say yes, but then he wondered.

Maybe. Or maybe his first human.Or nonmagical human, he replied.Not that human magic would do much against a creature that fearsome or powerful.

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