Page 83 of Trevor Takes Care

“Relax more if you want,” Trevor suggested. Herded. Consensually bullied. “It’s been an emotional day already. Sky was right about that. As he usually is.”

G.G. sank down lower, not quite curling his legs to sit on them, but looking as if he might. He watched Trevor steadily, waiting.

Trevor grabbed another pillow, putting it at the edge of the couch cushion right by his knee. “To rest your head.”

G.G. sank down a bit more, resting his head where Trevor had allowed it. Trevor slid his hand into his hair and G.G. closed his eyes.

“I…” Sky murmured, stopping himself without expressing the rest of his thought. He curled closer to Trevor’s side, but when Trevor glanced at him, his attention was on G.G. Trevor, watching Sky, began to run his hand gently through G.G.’s hair. “Trevor,” Sky whispered. Not whining. Not yet.

“Yeah?” Trevor asked, equally quiet, waiting for Sky to raise his head.

Sky was flushed. “You didn’t tell me to do that.”

“Do you want to?” Trevor made it a question. Sky had to be tortured to admit to things.

Sky looked down at G.G., whose eyes came open. Whatever they exchanged in that glance made Sky work his jaw. “He looks…. I didn’t say I did. Some submissives don’t do that.”

“True,” Trevor agreed calmly. “But G.G. does. He wanted me to feel better and it also makes him feel better.”

Sky’s gaze met his, his eyes wide, his bottom lip darker from where he’d bitten it. “You didn’t tell me to do that,” he said again. Whined it, really.

Trevor took the last pillow he could reach and tossed it to the floor at Sky’s feet. He pointed.

Sky’s frown was beyond frustrated.

Trevor smiled viciously. “If G.G. can do it….”

Sky grumbled but slid to the floor. He spent several moments noisily changing position and moving the pillow around. G.G. opened his eyes again until Trevor resumed petting him.

Trevor snapped, “Sky,” and Sky put his chin on Trevor’s knee.

He gazed up at Trevor expectantly and drummed his fingers against the bottom of the couch. Trevor could feel him doing it.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Trevor told him, and shivered when G.G. obeyed with only the smallest change in position. The order hadn’t been aimed at him, but Sky saw him do it and transferred some of his glare to G.G., who didn’t see it or didn’t care.

“Doesn’t it bother you, G.G.?” Sky demanded, sliding his cheek against Trevor’s jeans.

“What did I say, Sky?” Trevor traced the top of G.G.’s ear.

Sky glanced at G.G., at that gesture, and then at Trevor. Scowling, he slid his hands behind his back.

G.G. opened his eyes again to look at Trevor in question. Trevor nodded.

G.G. gave Sky a glance. “It doesn’t bother me.”

“Even though I’m watching?” Sky asked as if fascinated. He rubbed his cheek over Trevor’s knee again.

“G.G. likes to be watched sometimes,” Trevor revealed to let G.G. stay relaxed. “And admired, I hope.”

G.G. breathed out, noticeable tension leaving him.

Trevor let his hand settle at the back of G.G.’s neck then turned to Sky. “You don’t have to,” Trevor reminded him. Sky’s gaze came up to his. “Would you like me to hold your glasses?”

Sky nodded jerkily, then started to reach for them and only just stopped himself, looking pissed, then guilty, then pissed again. Trevor smiled as he took Sky’s glasses and left them higher up on his thigh.

His first touch through Sky’s hair made Sky bite his lip and duck his head. Trevor traced the soft skin of his nape, the lobe of one ear, the indent from the arm of his glasses.

He half-expected some continued struggle, a snappish remark about pets. Sky, however, was silent for at least a minute of tender attention. Then he said, heavy and slow, “Oh. This is… G.G., this is….”

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