Page 84 of Trevor Takes Care

“Yes,” G.G. answered huskily, as if he understood exactly what Sky meant.

Sky put more of his weight against Trevor’s leg, then dropped his head to the couch, his forehead pressed to Trevor’s outer thigh.

Trevor put his palm over the top of Sky’s spine and increased the pressure, just a little. “The stillness?” Trevor wondered.

Sky sighed, low and sweet.

Miss Delilah moved around above them. Trevor looked up, then back down at the incredible sight before him.

“I’ll probably mess up,” he whispered, scared to even touch the two of them. They were fragile and beautiful. He was lucky and foolish. He wasn’t giving them up. “Iwillmess up,” he said, painfully honest. “But I’m going to do my best for you. Okay?”

There was silence, which he expected without a firmer command for their attention. And then, softly, almost in unison, two murmured replies.

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The problem was really what to do with the dragon.

If the dragon encounter was a purely sexual affair, a side quest gone wild, then the wizard and the dwarf warrior would eventually remember that they needed to get back to the others and the main quest. They would leave, possibly sneaking out. Maybe even having to restrain their…thedragon in some way, probably magically, to help them escape.

Somewhat reasonable and perhaps even charming though the dragon might have turned out to be, dragons were still possessive and it wouldn’t want them to go.

They might not want to go, either.

But they would nonetheless, and focus on their escape and returning to the main party as quickly as possible. Which, conveniently, would leave them no time to discuss anything they had done with the dragon or each other, and certainly not to examine their own feelings. Frankly, it would take something equally dynamic and forceful as the dragon to make either of them do anything about the yearning simmering between them. It had taken the dragon’s interference for either of them to even acknowledge the yearning was there.

His heroes were messes when it came to their finer emotions. Trevor did love them though.

Sneaking away from the one creature… person…. The onedragonboth willing to and capable of making them consider their own feelings was exactly the kind of thing both of his disaster heroes would do.

Of course, if the dragon was just a dragon, that wouldn’t matter so much.

But people would complain if he did that. Trevor knew it for a fact. Nobody liked unrequited love stories and if he gave even the slightest hint that something besides lust had burned in the dragon’s breast, then people would want the dragon to pop up again later.

There were, as Trevor saw it, several possibilities for this. The dragon goes after them… but that had the potential to turn weird or creepy very quickly and not in a sexy way.Orthe dragon was pulled into the main quest some other way so it could surprise!reappear when things were the most dire and probably when those two not speaking about their feelings had made things unbearable between them.

Though that meant a villain capable of withstanding adragonas well as the concerted attack from the others in the main quest. A supervillain, in other words.

Trevor was leery about creating a supervillain. Not because he was against the idea; he loved cheesy tropes. But because some people liked to fuck villains and if he accidentally made the supervillain sexy, that would become a whole other complication. Trevor had no interest in redeeming supervillains, not only because it could make the entire quest feel pointless, but also because… it was kind of boring. Fucking a villain should be like fucking a villain.

Fictionally. Real villains should remain unfucked.

He could redeem a lower-level villain or two, though. Then focus on the ultra-evil mega-villain type. He’d have to factor in the complications and try not to think about if that villain had tension with the main hero.

Too late. There it was. Now he wanted to do that.

Trevor sighed softly to himself as he stared at the blinking cursor in his writing app that was supposed to double as an outline app except he had no outline yet. Lots of character sheets, but no outline.

“What?” Sky asked, voice distant because Trevor had stuck his phone between his thigh and the side of the lawn chair to allow Sky to listen to him while they both worked.

“I think I’m going to have to torture the dragon some,” Trevor revealed. He hated to do it but, “Not sexy torture. Actual emotional or physical pain and trials. The dragon has all the power in the first storyline in the tower, so if it leaves the tower… maybe it tries to help. Maybe the villain wants its power for itself, the same thing the others were originally after. But it has to be rescued. That would be dramatic though, wouldn’t it? If they make it all the way to the villain’s stronghold or whatever in the main quest, and only once they get there do they realize that the villain has had the dragon as a captive for months.”

“Oh, that would hurt so much. Do it.” Sky was ruthless sometimes.

“Mmm?” G.G. murmured, not quite surfacing from his book but getting there because of the noise Trevor and Sky were making.

“Keep reading, baby, it’s okay,” Trevor assured him, glancing over to the chair across the table, where G.G. sat in most of the shade from the umbrella, absorbed in a paperback about ships and maritime warfare and, apparently, gay doctors. His nose was shiny from the sunblock Trevor had enjoyed putting on him. G.G. already got pink enough without sun and Trevor wanted to get in the habit of everyone using sunblock even though they’d planned to sit in the shade.

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