He reluctantly lets go of Trevor’s hand so he can add more lube to his fingers, and when he pushes in a third one, Trevor grips his own thigh. He seems calmer though, temporarily sated by being filled even more.
That is, until after a few minutes of Skyler spreading him open, teasing at his prostrate, when Trevor breaks, hips thrashing, noises spilling, incoherent words tumbling from his lips. Skyler can only make out two of them. A chorus of “Come on, come on.”
Finally, he decides to take pity on him—and himself—and carefully withdraws his fingers. He blindly searches for the condoms he left on the bed.
Before he can find them, Trevor grabs his arm, sitting up. “No.”
“No?”
“We don’t need—I mean—I’m—Are you?”
Skyler sighs in relief. “Yeah, I’m clean. Are you sureyou don’t want one?”
Trevor shakes his head vehemently. “Want to feel you. Please.”
“Baby,” is all he can say. And he’s not sure when he started using the pet name that Trevor used to use for him, but it feels right. He hastily wipes his fingers on the duvet before taking Trevor in his arms. He kisses his lips, his cheek, then whispers in his ear, “Going to make it so good for you, I promise.”
“You always have,” Trevor says. “Love you.”
He shakes his head, in awe of this man. “You don’t even know.”
Trevor smiles and nudges him away so he can lie back down. Skyler repositions his body above him and takes himself in his hand. Eyes locked on Trevor’s, he guides himself to Trevor’s entrance and starts to push in.
He watches for any sign of discomfort, stilling when he sees it, the tiniest wince that Trevor tries to hide. But he’s done a very thorough job of prepping him, and he knows how turned on Trevor is, how badly he wants it. A couple seconds later, Trevor nods, which Skyler takes as permission to slowly slide in the rest of the way.
Once his pelvis is flush against Trevor’s ass, it all feels so good, he’s not sure he’s going to survive this. He remembers doing this for the first time ten years ago, thinking how they fit together like they were made for each other. And even after all this time, that hasn’t changed.
“You can move,” Trevor says.
But he needs to reply, “Give me a minute.”
Trevor smirks at him, and,All right, you little shit. Skyler pulls out almost all the way and then sinks back in. It’s not rough, not fast, but it makes Trevor gasp anyway.
Skyler continues to fuck him so slowly. Doesn’t know if they’ve ever been this gentle, even the very first time. It goes on for a long time, until his body is burning up with the desire to go faster, to chase his release. But every part of Trevor is trembling underneath him now, and Skyler’s heart won’t allow him to go any faster than this.
He wants it to last. Wants to stay inside Trevor, stay connected, forever.
Finally, Trevor digs his fingers hard into Skyler’s back, right beneath his shoulder blades. “I can’t,” he breathes out. “Please, I can’t—I need to—”
And Skyler knows it’s time. “Go on. Come for me, baby.”
The permission is apparently all it takes, because he doesn’t change his pace, but suddenly Trevor is clenching like a vice around him, his back arching off the bed as heshoots all over his stomach and chest. He’s crying and murmuring, “Loveyouloveyouloveyou,” and Skyler thinks he might cry too.
But he holds himself together, tightens his grip on Trevor’s sides, and gives a few harder thrusts, drawing a final gasp out of Trevor. And then he’s emptying himself inside of him.
He collapses to the bed, rolling over to not crush Trevor underneath him. Trevor immediately adjusts so he can wrap an arm around Skyler’s waist and rest his head on his chest, his stomach pressed against Skyler’s side. They’re messy and sticky, but it doesn’t matter.
Skyler gets his arm around Trevor’s shoulders and holds him tightly. If it’s up to him, he’s never fucking letting go. Not again.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Before
TREVOR
“Don’t lose the keycard,” Trevor warned as Skyler carelessly tossed Trevor’s jeans onto the couch.
“If we lose it, we’ve got the other room's,” Skyler said, too focused on his task to show a hint of concern.
