Page 50 of Trevor Takes Care

The pet name outside of sex was probably too much. Later, Trevor might think about it and actually blush.

“Okay,” G.G. agreed slowly. He inclined his head, swaying toward Trevor to reveal, “I’d like to kneel for you in your garden.”

Trevor wanted to pin him down and use his mouth on every inch of him. In the garden, outside of the garden, he didn’t care.Holy fuck.

He took a few measured breaths instead. He nodded back. “Then I will figure out how to give you that.” If he had to let his grandmother get high as hell and then encourage her to pass out in her bedroom, then so be it.

G.G. peered up at Trevor with remarkably shy interest for someone who looked like the end of a bukkake scene in a bara manga. “You want that?”

Trevor got lost in the sight of him for a second. “I’m greedy,” he answered without thinking, “I might take all you’ve got to give me.”

When G.G.’s response to this was to smile beatifically, looking a little stoned himself, Trevor shook his head to help him get a hold on his runaway thoughts.

“Let me see your hand. Make sure we didn’t mess it up again.”

G.G. presented it without a word. He didn’t seem to be in pain and the wound hadn’t been reopened, so Trevor sighed in relief and let his hand go. “Seems to be healing well,” he said as he hadn’t earlier.

“I’ll be good,” G.G. promised. “I can’t build your desk until it’s better.” He didn’t appear to like it when that made Trevor sigh deeply. “If you don’t want it, then….”

Trevor kissed him quiet, one hand stroking his beard, which was getting wilder the longer G.G. had to wait to groom it. “You’re dying to get back to work and you can’t.” G.G.’s small huff said he agreed with that assessment. Trevor gave him another kiss. “Will you tell me what you do all day when you aren’t building things?”

G.G. jerked his head up. “Why?”

Trevor straightened. “Why what?” he asked in confusion. “Why am I asking—oh.”

They weren’t dating. They were nothing at the present moment but neighbors who’d gotten off together once. Trevor was getting ahead of himself. G.G. was right to remind him.

Trevor stepped back, turning toward the sink. He was calm. “We should get you cleaned up.”

“Trevor,” G.G. said, all appeasing concern, “it’s not interesting.”

Trevor nodded while letting the water in the sink run until it wasn’t cold anymore, then grabbing a dishtowel. One from the set that had yet to be replaced, he noted absently as he returned to G.G. to gently wipe away their mess.

If it made G.G. shiver and made his responsive nipples beg for attention, Trevor did his best not to notice. He went back to the sink to rinse the towel out. His shirt was dotted with splashes, hopefully of water, but Trevor could wash it once he got home. Which he should do sooner rather than later.

“Trevor,” G.G. tried again, so Trevor dried his hands and turned around to give him a smile.

“I should get back to my grandmother. She wasn’t expecting me to be gone so long. I left her talking to my mom, and there’s a whole extended family mess. I think the lack of get-togethers until this year is making everyone testy. And I should get some work done anyway.”

He tried not to think of himself as once again not needed after he’d helped someone else come. That wasn’t what this was. G.G. was cautious. Trevor could behave.

But he paused to pull G.G.’s shirt down since G.G. hadn’t, then said, “You can probably use that biodegradable bag over your hand in the shower. It’s stiff but it should work. No need for me to wrap anything. The bandage is thick enough that it should be okay if a few drops got in there.”

G.G. frowned up at him, confused and pink. Trevor didn’t allow himself a touch. Not a physical one.

“In the bag, there is one honey-apple tartlet. I’d like it if you enjoyed it. I hope I chose the pastry you like the best.” He paused, watching G.G. swallow, then offer the shallowest nod. Trevor smiled more genuinely this time. “When you’re ready, we still need to have that talk.”

He arched an eyebrow. G.G. nodded again.

“About a lot of things.” Trevor didn’t make it a question, but G.G. answered, “Yes, Trevor.”

“But I am not pushing,” Trevor insisted instead of telling G.G. how good he was. “Not about this. I… I’m not good at this part. I thought I was.” If Trevor had nothing else, he’d at least thought he’d been a good boyfriend. But apparently, he wasn’t even a good enough friend, since Sky wouldn’t talk to him. He’d pushed too hard the other night. He would be careful with G.G. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

G.G. nodded quickly. “Please.”

Trevor sighed and gave in to his screaming needs by pressing a brief kiss to G.G.’s temple.

G.G. shifted forward to keep Trevor close. Startled, Trevor nonetheless shut his eyes and stayed with him.

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