Page 78 of Trevor Takes Care

“Shush?” G.G. echoed. He looked at Trevor. Sky did the same.

Trevor straightened reflexively but didn’t step back. “We’re not playing. Sky gets to shush me. So do you, if you want to. I’m going to get that coffee now.”

G.G. cleared his throat, though his voice remained as husky as ever. “Tea sounds nice, actually.”

Trevor would hold in his sigh of relief until he was alone. He smiled and nodded. “Tea, then.”

“Is your hand okay?” He heard Sky ask as he went into the kitchen. G.G. must have answered quietly, because after a pause Sky said, “You bleeding and needing help? I bet Trevor was salivating.”

“Like a wolf in front of a steak.” This time, G.G. was perfectly audible.

“Hey,” Trevor protested, turning from the cabinet. Miss Delilah was on the bench seat of the nook staring at him. “Hurtful,” he told her, but stopped what he was doing to go see if she needed food in her bowl.

Sitting at the table with everyone holding a mug of herbal tea was slightly less awkward but Trevor didn’t think anyone really cared about the tea. G.G. had opened the pastry box at some point and was slowly picking apart a croissant. He either liked to savor them or it was to occupy his hands.

Sky twitched until G.G. pulled out one of the chocolate ones and handed it to him.

Trevor hid a smile behind his cup and tried to think of ways to reward them both, if he was lucky enough to be allowed to.

Sky was currently marveling about G.G. building Trevor a desk in a way that had G.G.’s face as fiery as a road flare. At the same time, Sky leaned back and went into what had to be his business mode. “He needs a desk, you know. He balances a lot of things and that thing in his room looks rickety as fuck. If he’dsaid,” that was crisp, “I would have bought him one. But this is better.”

“I’m fine. My current desk works fine,” Trevor insisted. “I’m not that busy yet.”

“He could be, you know,” Sky told G.G., talking to Trevor without actually talking to Trevor. “He could be working constantly. He has an audience already. But even without that, with his regular work, he should have a real setup. He’s got his family business stuff, and then all his grandmother’s information that he keeps track off. Medical info for right now, but I saw her today—the recipes will come first, but she’s going to have him managing the whole family before any of them realize it’s happening.”

“And the garden plans,” G.G. pointed out.

Sky nodded. “And Ellie’s appointments… and Mr. Tammy’s too, in time,” he added. “And… and my notebook, and the schedule he wants to make for me.” He took a quick sip of tea. “And G.G.’s notebook. You have one too, right?”

G.G. glanced over to Trevor.

“He does,” Trevor answered.

Sky looked between them, frowning slightly.

G.G. must have taken it as a sign that Sky wasn’t happy. “I wouldn’t come between you two.”

“Oh man, I should have made that joke,” Trevor realized, truly upset that he hadn’t.

Sky, subtly but definitely, squirmed in his chair.

He was charmed, by G.G.’s worry over them or G.G.’s blushes, but Sky was definitely being charmed. Looking back on all those earlier gaming sessions where Sky had been crushing on him, Trevor recalled a lot of Sky being even more restless than usual.

G.G. didn’t seem to know what to do with Sky’s attention, but sighed to himself when Sky reached into the pastry box to make sure G.G. got one of the chocolate croissants next.

Trevor asked if G.G. wanted it heated, then got up to do it, keeping an ear tuned to his boyfriend and their potential future boyfriend.

“That’s the thing though,” Sky said quietly after the microwave had dinged and Trevor extracted a warmed pastry. “Trevor takes on all these things and I suck at remembering that he does that. I forget to give him breaks from himself.”

“I like doing these things,” Trevor objected mildly as he returned to put the plate and pain au chocolat in front of G.G.

“You can’t Dom the world, Trevor baby,” Sky mocked him, or didn’t mock him, it was difficult to tell.

G.G. watched them with an interested light in his eyes.

Trevor sat heavily, giving Sky an irritated look. Sky responded to it by sighing.

“He really does like it,” Sky agreed. “I expected something like this to happen, even if it wasn’t with his hot neighbor crush.”

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