Page 82 of Trevor Takes Care

“You want something from G.G.?” Trevor guessed. Several possibilities occurred to him. But it wasn’t his job to speak for Sky. It was his job to make Sky squirm and/or say it himself. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want, Sky baby.”

“Mean.” Sky made the word a curse. “I’m not going to kiss you,” he said to G.G., revealing precisely what he wanted. Trevorshouldhave guessed, actually. Sky gathered information. That was what he did—unless, of course, he was scared of what he’d find so he avoided it. “You’re worried and maybe right to be. You should feel safe and… other good things.”

“Happy? Trevor suggested, no less smug, hot, and proud. “Taken care of the way I take care of you?”

Sky nodded quickly in relief. “Yes, Trevor. Yes.”

Trevor addressed G.G. “Sky would like to kiss you.”

Sky’s tiny gasp of betrayal was perfection.

“But he’s worried about getting hurt,” Sky murmured anyway. “So, I shouldn’t now. But at some point…”

G.G. put a hand on Sky’s shoulder and bent his head to kiss him. A brush of lips at first, Sky’s mouth half-open, G.G.’s soft. The kiss deepened almost immediately, G.G. pushing forward with a small sound of hunger and Sky reaching up to steady him.

Trevor considered giving them another moment of pretend privacy, he really did. But he couldn’t have looked away if someone had paid him to.

Nonetheless, when they finally pulled apart, both of them breathing heavier and staring dizzily at each other, Trevor stayed quiet so they could go on without worrying about their audience.

He tried to think around the flames licking at him, the growing urge to order them both closer so he could touch them. He was supposed to be responsible. This was a matter of hearts, exactly as he’d told Sky.

He didn’t feel jealous. Envious, maybe, to watch Sky and G.G. enjoy a new first kiss with each other. Turned on, definitely. Surprised that he’d guessed right even though he knew Sky. He was simply… hot. No, possessive. That was the word. Not jealous, butpossessive. Off-the-charts pleased that he got to witness that but starving for more. For them to turn to him and say they were his.

That felt selfish as well as arrogant.

Trevor felt it anyway, sitting like a lump on G.G.’s couch while Sky and G.G. seduced each other with mutual brilliance and concern.

When they both stepped back then turned to him, he was prepared.

He smiled. “Don’t mind me.”

G.G. spoke first. “Are you bothered?”

“About that?” Trevor shook his head. “Anything but. It’s just… it’s nothing. This is more than I anticipated but exactly what I wanted.”

“Yeah, you said you wanted it.” G.G. didn’t seem to believe Trevor, though. “Well, you said you wanted both of us. Maybe not this.”

“No, this is very good,” Trevor argued. “I mean what I say. Right, Sky?”

“Yes.” But Sky frowned. “But getting what you want, gettingmorethan what you want, can be….”

“A lot,” G.G. finished gravely. “Trevor, are you okay?”

Trevor’s throat went suspiciously tight. He swallowed. “Itisa lot,” he admitted. “What if I fuck up? No, Iwillfuck up. That’s how things work. But hopefully not too badly. Not seriously. I want to do well. And I know no one has forced either of you but really,” he gestured at himself and the Colonel-Mustang-in-a-bikini t-shirt he was wearing. “Areyousure? Is what I should be asking. But here we are.” He expelled a breath and met Sky’s worried gaze. “This is what I want. You two discovering that in front of me? Incredible. Awesome. But reaching for that is…” he moved his gaze to G.G. “…a lot. And yeah, I know, ‘Stay afraid but do it anyway.’ But…”

“Trevor,” Sky interrupted him. “I don’t have any doubt, if that helps. Not about you.”

“I broke up with you,” Trevor had to point out. “I’m an idiot.” He scrubbed his face with his hands and looked up in time to see Sky and G.G. exchange a look. “Oh no.” He should have anticipated this. He had, in fact, and then forgotten.

Sky walked over to him and then collapsed onto the couch at Trevor’s side, his feet on the floor, the rest of him draped against Trevor. He tipped his head back to look at Trevor from very close.

G.G. approached the couch as well, but stopped at Trevor’s other side without sitting down.

Trevor stared up at him in confusion.

“May I?” G.G. asked anyway, and it took Trevor a second too long to understand what he meant.

He nodded blankly, then kicked himself and reached for a pillow, moving Sky for a moment. He leaned forward to push away the coffee table and then place the pillow on the floor by his foot. G.G. fell onto it on his knees, in a somewhat relaxed stress position. Trevor didn’t demand a real one. He put his palm to the side of G.G.’s face and brushed his thumb over G.G.’s mouth.

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