Page 91 of Trevor Takes Care

G.G. must have felt some of Trevor’s surprise. He murmured, “He really is sorry,” then gasped in dismay when Trevor pulled back.

Ignoring Sky for the moment, Trevor stepped directly in front of G.G. He held G.G.’s suddenly wide-open gaze.

G.G. didn’t interfere, usually either aroused or amused at whatever Sky had often deliberately gotten himself into. Trevor let seconds tick by without letting G.G. look away. He should crack the proverbial and literal whip, but the whole thing was so unheard of that he made himself stay where he was.

He reached out, giving G.G.’s nipple a vicious twist. G.G. made a pained, pleased noise, then clamped his mouth shut. Under the arousal, his eyes were full of guilt. Soft poodle always was the weakest link. He was more experienced, but he always forgot Trevor had cut his teeth onSky.

“You two are up to something.” Trevor wasn’t guessing. He put his fingers under G.G.’s chin. “Tell me.”

Sky was once again strangely silent.

G.G. swallowed. “We thought you might need us.”

“Of course I need you,” Trevor answered immediately. Sky’s chains clinked. Trevor kept his attention on a blushing G.G. “You know that. And if you don’t, I’ll fucking remind you soon enough. So, what is….” Trevor glanced involuntarily to Sky, his meddling, brilliant wizard who knew exactly what Trevor’s family did to Trevor, orcoulddo to him if Trevor wasn’t careful.

This was… support. This was G.G. and Sky reminding Trevor that Trevor was theirs. Not his family’s, not if they hurt Trevor.

Trevor let that warm him, although it might not really sink all the way in until tomorrow, when he had no doubt that these two would be the most careful, attentive subs to ever parade themselves in front of his mostly oblivious family members.

His grandma was going to make faces, though she wouldn’t interfere. “Not my marriage,” she would say, then pause, then correct herself, “Not myrelationship.”

Her expression would say she’d meant what she’d said the first time. Trevor couldn’t explain this to her—not ever in his life—but if he could have, he thought this would have made her proud. He couldn’t offer them rings, not both of them, but he thought for the hundredth time of offering something permanent. Neither of them wore jewelry. He imagined them wearing his art on their skin, and what they would say if he formally asked them to, and then realized he was going to. Tonight or tomorrow; he wouldn’t be able to wait any longer. He wasn’t sure why he’d waited this long.

The designs were in their notebooks. He imagined tracing his lines onto their skin, and G.G.’s shivers, and Sky’s hungry little whines.

Tonight, once everything was prepped for tomorrow, and Sky was settled in bed with tea and whatever art movie he chose, and G.G. was starry-eyed and sleepy and smelling of lavender, and the pets were quiet, and the lights were low, Trevor would ask.

He allowed himself a breathless moment, then tamped down his nerves to focus on the first of his darlings.

He straightened, then glanced to the oven timer before looking at G.G. “I don’t see your collar on you. Get it and put it on before you come back here.”

He turned toward Sky while G.G. was scuttling from the room and probably continuing to scuttle up the stairs to their bedroom.

Sky’s eyes were unbelievably wide.

“How are your shoulders?” Trevor asked first, clearly catching Sky off guard. “Your knees? All right?”

“I… I’m fine, Sir.” Sky was almost perfectly respectful. His expression was a mix of wary surprise and confused lust. That only got worse when Trevor went on.

“Need to use the bathroom yet?” He smiled.

Sky’s breathing hitched. His gaze accused Trevor of tricking him. His mouth, probably still sticky with juice and sugar, said, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Trevor lifted his chin. “Sorry for what?”

Sky’s swallow was audible. “I’m sorry for sneaking in.”

“Tryingto sneak in,” Trevor corrected, although now he knew for sure that Sky had intended to be caught. “What else?”

Sky ducked his head. “Not following the schedule you made for me, which I like. You care for me very well. Very well. I…. You care for me so much, Sir.”

That was over the top for Sky, but Trevor didn’t call him on it because, dramatic or not, Sky meant it. “What else?”

Sky looked back up, his glasses at the tip of his nose again. Trevor absently made a note to have the frames adjusted soon. “Trevor….”

“What else?” Deliberate misbehavior or not, Sky couldn’t be allowed to get away with things. He said so himself all the time.

Sky frowned, at himself, not at Trevor, trying to recollect something he apparently had actually forgotten. “Was I supposed to get up with you to do something this morning so you two could do this?” he guessed, then, comically, twitched in place before adding, “Sir.”

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