Page 59 of Trevor Takes Care

He dropped the pillow in front of the chair, then sat down and spread his legs so G.G. could get comfortable between them. G.G.washard in his jeans, but he also wasn’t complaining, so Trevor ignored G.G.’s cock for now, occupied with getting G.G. settled.

G.G. sat on his legs this time, less practical for long-term sitting but kinder to the rest of his body. It was more private this way as well. They faced away from the window, and with Trevor seated on the edge of the chair, their positions were more intimate. It was also easier to touch G.G. and guide his head back down and leave him to be used as a cockwarmer.

Trevor let out a sigh and began to talk again. He thought, a little dizzy himself, that he’d been aching for this all this time too. “These books.” He waved vaguely at the bookshelves in between running his hand gently over G.G.’s hair and scratching his scalp. “I can see more of the titles now. Sky would be losing his mind at some of them. I’ll have to find your favorites. Should I read some of them to you while we do this?”

That must have sunk in, because G.G. made a small sound and shifted on his knees.

“Oh, you like this so much. Look at you.” Trevor was in awe. He pushed a finger into G.G.’s mouth alongside his cock and G.G. began to suck with drowsy interest. Trevor pushed them in farther. “You’re as hungry as Sky said you were, aren’t you?” It was a question G.G. couldn’t possibly answer, because at the moment G.G. had no idea what Sky had said. But hewashungry, for come, for cock, for subspace and affection. “Starving. Maybe you found someone to fuck you but not this. You were waiting for me.” Not true, but Trevor’s voice went rough because he wanted it to be.

A strong shiver went through G.G. He inched back in the next second, losing Trevor’s finger, the head of Trevor’s cock resting on a fat, trembling bottom lip. Another shudder worked through him.

Trevor cupped G.G.’s jaw. “You’re so good. An eager, good boy. If you let me, I’d keep you, get you something pretty to wear so you’d know all the time who you….”

Trevor had never said anything like that. Wouldn’t dare with Sky because Skywasn’this except for what Sky said in the heat of the moment when he’d do anything to make Trevor happy. That’s what Trevor had thought. Until last night.

He finally said it quietly. “…Who you belong to.”

G.G. turned his head, Trevor’s cock falling from his mouth as he pushed his face against Trevor’s thigh. He either shuddered again or hadn’t stopped shaking. Trevor put a hand over the back of his neck but G.G. continued to tremble.

“Breathe,” Trevor ordered. It wasn’t until G.G. obeyed, inhaling and exhaling with a choked noise, that he realized G.G. was crying. Trevor slid closer instantly, firming the pressure on G.G.’s nape and then smoothing circles over G.G.’s back. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, curling around G.G. as much as he could and petting him as gently as he knew how. “You did so well. Of course, I’d want you. Who wouldn’t want you? You were incredible.”

G.G. tried to protest. “I could’ve…”

Trevor shushed him ruthlessly. “You’ve wanted that for so long. You were perfect. Perfect for me in every way that matters. And we have all the time in the world to do more. Just breathe and stay with me. Stay right here with me, baby.”

Sky had only cried once, near the beginning, after being edged too far. Sky hadn’t thought it was too far, judging from how he’d teased Trevor about the whole thing the next day. But the sight of Sky curled away from him, tears on his face, was not something Trevor had gotten over quickly.

It happened, people on the internet had told him. An involuntary emotional release after a big high. But Trevor still wondered, still thought that he’d pushed harder than he should have or that he’d accidentally touched on something too personal.

He’d done that now, made G.G. feel too exposed or want more than he felt he should. But G.G. stayed with him, breathing raggedly into Trevor’s jeans, allowing Trevor to touch him and smooth down his hair. When he finally seemed to calm, he didn’t raise his head.

“Do you want me to make you come or do you want to stay like this?” Trevor asked, keeping his voice low.

G.G. took a gulping breath, then made a move that might have been a shrug.

Trevor understood. “No choices yet. Right. Keep kneeling for me then, baby. And when you’re ready, if you want, I’m going to make you feel good. But either way, I’m going to put you on the couch to rest for a while, and so I can clean you up. I could even read to you, if you want. Then we’ll have the dinner I brought over. I’ve got you. Don’t worry anymore. I said that and I meant it.”

With a pause, either to think or just to remember how, G.G. nodded. He made a sound in his throat but no words emerged. He nodded again.

Trevor resumed petting him, his satisfaction rising when G.G. tipped his head toward his hand to ask for more. Trevor gave it to him, sliding his hand into G.G.’s hair. G.G. put his cheek to Trevor’s thigh and exhaled, resting more of his weight against Trevor. Better than words, really. Easier to understand:Please take care of me.

Trevor curled around him as much as he could without moving him.

“I’ve got you,” he said again, burning up when G.G. relaxed at last.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The downstairs bathroom was a full bath, wallpapered and painted, with newer fixtures, although the room itself was not large. Trevor cleaned off his shirt there since it was splashed with G.G.’s come after Trevor had laid G.G. out on his couch and jerked him off to encourage him to rest. He grabbed a washcloth there as well so he could clean a sleepy, quiet G.G. Then he studied G.G.’s paperback collection for a while, noting titles to ask G.G. about and to mention to Sky.

After a while, with G.G.’s eyes closed in sleep or something close to it, Trevor went into the kitchen to make some coffee. He had a cup, trying the honey and not hating it although it wasn’t exactly like the taste of refined sugar. He fixed a cup with honey for G.G. as well, then returned to the living room in time to find G.G. sitting up.

He handed G.G. the cup, kissed his mussed hair, and went back to the kitchen, pausing to pet Miss Delilah. He felt domestic in a way he hadn’t since having Sky over at his apartment and putting takeout on a plate for him as a low-budget date. He would have put the cleaning supplies away as an apology for leaving G.G. to overthink himself into a cleaning frenzy, but he had no idea where they went and didn’t want to snoop in any closets.

He put the casserole dish in the oven, then futzed around in the dining room under G.G.’s curious but silent attention. Then, when G.G. started to stand, Trevor went over to watch him more closely.

“Dinner’s in the oven. It might dry out,” Trevor warned, hoping G.G. would be polite about that so that Trevor’s grandma would approve of him.

Which was ridiculous but that was Trevor all over. He stopped at the edge of the dining room while G.G. went into the bathroom. When G.G. emerged, looking more awake and aware, his hair even combed, Trevor said, “Your kitchen is filled with some equipment I only recognize because my grandma watches cooking shows. Does your family really think you can’t cook?”

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