Page 60 of Trevor Takes Care

G.G. paused to give Trevor a cautious study. Then he tried to shrug. “They don’t need me to cook for them.”

“So that means you can’t cook?” Trevor wondered in disbelief. If that was the real reason G.G. hadn’t remodeled his kitchen, Trevor was going to paddle his ass until he saw stars. G.G. should have the kitchen he wanted, amateur cook or not.

“They don’t need it,” G.G. nearly repeated himself, giving Trevor another careful stare. “Thank you for the coffee.”

Trevor considered pushing, but he had other ways to find out what he wanted. “What are your plans for this room? The marks on the wall mean something, right? And it doesn’t match the look of the living room or even the bathroom.”

G.G. exhaled in a tired sort of way, but answered, his wary expression not going anywhere. “A high window of etched glass on that wall.” He nodded toward the wall in question. “To let evening light in here about where the dining room tableshouldgo. Another window, with no glass, in the wall connected to the kitchen so trays and dishes can be passed through. Although that would involve moving things in the kitchen, so the kitchen should probably get done first with that in mind.”

G.G. wanted a dining room for entertaining, although he didn’t have guests.

Trevor counted to five. He was calm. “It sounds fantastic. I won’t even ask about the wall colors.”

“I don’t know yet,” G.G. revealed.

Trevor leaned in to brush a kiss across his mouth.

A real family, whether they “needed” to be fed or not, could sit through a meal, and pet a cat, and let G.G. care for them. G.G. should have one of those.

Trevor kept that inside for now. “When you can, you should make me something.”

“I’ve been trying,” G.G. answered earnestly.

“I meant food,” Trevor reminded him, although G.G. probably knew that.

If he did, he chose to ignore it.

“I’m still foggy,” G.G. said, eyes glinting as if he knew what a statement like that would do to Trevor. “Why don’t you entertain me by telling me what you’ll need the new desk for. This project of yours.”

For one resentful second, Trevor decided that G.G. and Sky could never be allowed to meet. They were too smart and thought in ways Trevor didn’t. But he gave in, of course he did.

“It’s a silly fantasy comic. Well, fantasy romance. Well. Erotica too. But there is a plot. Or will be.” Trevor cleared his throat and waved dismissively. “I’m not sure of the exact plot yet although I’m getting there. But even if I do it, it will take a while to build an audience… if it does.” Trevor couldn’t help the anxiety in his voice at the admission. “Meanwhile, I do regular commissions and graphics work for my family. That’s why I don’t need anything, really. I’ll get a proper desk when I have a proper career or when the desk I have now finally collapses around me.”

The glint had not left G.G.’s eyes, although Trevor didn’t see anything amusing in what he’d said. G.G. lifted an eyebrow. “So what does a typical artist need in a desk? Even if just for commissions—something I know nothing about.”

“Oh.” Trevor lost some of his defensiveness. “Well. At the moment, except for my original short comics, I mostly do erotic fanart and furry art, to be honest. My comics are more… they do have stories. But I suppose you could call them smut. But, you know, it’s hard to find decent smut online these days. Someone has to do it. I also do the occasional tattoo design.”

“Decent smut,” G.G. echoed, definitely amused. But he swept a look over Trevor and smiled. “You would be good at that, I think.” His voice was huskier than usual, which Trevor was doing his best to ignore so he wouldn’t look too smug or want to fuck G.G.’s mouth again instead of talking. “Do you use color? Like, paints?”

“Sometimes.” It was Trevor’s turn to shrug. “Digital is easier for the commissions. Sometimes I do physical works, but it takes more time and costs more.”

G.G. seemed intrigued. “Do you use a tablet or a laptop or both? Wait.” He walked away, through the living room to the room it led to. It might have been an office, because G.G. returned with a laptop, an expensive one Trevor tried not to drool over.

He put it on the table and opened it, showing some architectural-looking program with diagrams or schematics. He closed that, then began to type notes in another program. He started out using both hands, froze when Trevor said, “G.G.,” in a low voice, and then smoothly resumed typing with one hand.

Trevor dropped a kiss on the back of his neck and G.G. continued while his nape grew rosy.

“I’ll need to get measurements to ensure the desk and chair are ergonomic. Also, what lighting you have and will need. What about screens? A charging port? You said you like to plan, so do you use a physical planner or an app? Where is the outlet in your work space? I’ll need to see all these things. Will you need shelves too?”

“G.G.” Trevor wasn’t sure if he should tell G.G. he was amazing or herd him back to the couch to rest. “I have a lot of physical planners and notebooks,” he admitted, “as you will learn.” He glanced to the dining room table, then focused back on the laptop. “But this is a lot more than I need. I just described to you how I barely do anything.”

“Ah.” G.G. nodded, frowning down at his laptop, which he then closed.

“Shit,” Trevor said out loud, not wanting G.G. to withdraw again. “You don’t think it’s too much effort?” he asked as a compromise. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

G.G. cocked his head to the side, squinting at Trevor as if he’d never met him before. “You’re essentially writing a novel?” he asked. Which was exactly what Sky would have said. “Drawinga novel,” G.G. amended. “You want to, and based on your earlier work, you think you’re capable of it?”

Trevor had an unexpected urge to shift from foot to foot like he’d been called out. He supposed he had been. “When you put it like that…” he allowed, only slightly huffy. Two seconds later, he added, “Probably a series of them, if I can, since I want the side characters to be loved enough to get books of their own to supplement the main story. Though I haven’t thought about the order yet. Chronological, yeah, some. But not the release order. You save the world… or at least a kingdom… and you’ll do things that realistically would take a toll. They’ll make friends, encounter strange things, fall in love, happily and unhappily.”

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