Page 76 of Trevor Takes Care

Sky kept his gaze on G.G. “There’s no happy ending guaranteed here. There never is, outside of some stories. But I would really like to see the inside of your house and meet your cat. Although I’m not great with animals, to warn you.”

“You’re fine.” Trevor couldn’t let that go. “Ellie already loves you.”

“Trevor thinks you can perform miracles,” G.G. said to Sky, then lowered his head as if resigned. A moment later he nodded before stepping back to let them in.

Trevor gave Sky a quick kiss on the temple as he released him in order to wave him into the house first.

“Would you like some coffee?” G.G.’s manners remained flawless. He moved stiffly toward the kitchen.

Trevor debated following him to get him alone for a minute. “I’m good. Thanks, though. Sky?”

“Yes, please,” Sky agreed instantly with too much energy. “I love your grandma, Trevor, but she can drink coffee all day because she makes it weaker than I do. I need some more.”

“…Literally had an iced coffee like an hour ago.” Trevor narrowed his eyes.

Sky gestured loosely at the air. “I got a work present of one of those coffee machines that makes a cup in like ten seconds and it’ssoeasy to use.”

Trevor poked him in the shoulder. “I’m making you a salad with dinner and you’re eating it.”

Sky’s gaze flew up to meet his. “Yes, Bri… Trevor.”

The moment of quiet that followed made them both turn toward G.G., who was by the door to the kitchen, watching them.

He smiled, slight and small. “I really am happy for you.”

Whatever Trevor might have said slipped from his mind when Sky hurried forward to offer G.G. the pastry box again.

He said, “Croissants!” cheerfully, then seemed to realize it sounded like the world’s saddest consolation prize, because he added, “Some with chocolate!” Then murmured, “Oh shit, I sound like a toddler.”

“Thank you,” G.G. replied, accepting the box and then just holding it in one his good hand. “Look,” he said to the pretty stripes and logo, “if this is about a threesome, I don’t think I’m in the mood for that today.”

“The croissants are to make you smile.” Trevor made his voice even. “And it’s not. Not… like that. Not to be rude, G.G., but if Sky and I wanted a threesome, we could get one using an app or asking around our other friends. That’s not why we’re here. You’re more than that, or at least, I’d like you to be. Sky? Thoughts yet?”

Sky carefully took the pastry box from G.G. and moved to set it on the dining room table. He came back to stand in front of G.G., a short, compelling figure. He lowered his voice. “G.G., that’s what you like to be called, right? So I know I’m not offending you?”

“That’s what people call me.” G.G. regarded Sky warily. “Except for Trevor.”

“Oh, really?” Sky turned for a second to give Trevor a smartass sort of look. But his attention returned to G.G. almost immediately. “Anyway, to make this less awkward for you, I will tell you an awkward story about me. Which… just so you know… is not a thing I like doing. I get enough shit without baring my pink underbelly to the world.” He flung a hand behind him in Trevor’s direction. “Do not ‘Sky baby’ at me right now, please.”

He cleared his throat then lowered his hand.

“You really don’t have to,” G.G. said, some of the stiffness leaving him.

Sky waved that off.

“Trevor was in my friend circle for a long time. You know how it is, a friend of a friend at first. I knew he could be somewhat trusted because he was in the gaming group and everyone in that group is some shade of queer, but it took us a while to become closer friends. And… in that whole time… I liked him so much.”

Trevor stared hard at the back of Sky’s blue pouf.

“So much,” Sky confessed to G.G. again. “But I just watched him, and wove dumb stories to myself, and thought,He’s not going to like you, Sky.You’re too odd. He doesn’t even watch the movies you watch and he draws furry porn—I was judgy about that at the time. Sorry.” There was a hand flap for Trevor before Sky carried on. “And I was… I wantedthings. Things I knew intellectually were normal and fine, but asking for them from strangers was terrifying, and asking for them fromhimwas impossible. Best left to fantasies, I thought. Nice, safe fantasies… except the fantasies made it worse. The crush, I mean. Truly humiliating to be a so-called genius and still get crushes. Especially on someone who didn’t think of me that way.”

Trevor didn’t growl. He was not a person who growled. But he did make a noise.

“So,” Sky said, louder than before, looking at G.G. who seemed riveted, “I had my embarrassing crush and I did nothing about it. Just lived for game sessions like a pining dork. Until one night, he stayed after to help me clean up, and he said, ‘We should get food.’ It had been like eight hours and I’d only eaten some pretzels because I was preoccupied. That’s what I thought he meant, and maybe he did, you know how he is. We walked to a food truck that always parked outside the bar by my old apartment. Then we walked back, talking. The movie thing didn’t matter much, in the end. And he kept politely pushing for me to eat more, to which I said—this is mortifying—that if he was going to order me to do something, he might as well order me to suck his dick.”

“Oh my God,” Trevor realized out loud. “You were doing it even then!”

“And did he?” G.G. asked, silencing Trevor completely.

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