“I know it’s not much, but—”
“Baby,” Trevor cut him off. “Please come over here right now so I can kiss you.”
Skyler grinned again and crossed the room in two steps, pouncing on him as soon as he was close enough.
Trevor’s back hit the mattress, and the weight of Skyler’s body settled comfortably on top of him. He used one hand to hold Skyler’s waist as the other gripped the outside of his thigh. Before he had the chance to stretch his neck up to kiss him, Skyler was already leaning down and pressing their lips together.
“You wrote me a song,” Trevor said when they parted for air.
Skyler shrugged. “You’re always writing them for me. Figured it was time I got to use some pop chords to tell you howIfeel.”
“But when did you learn to write music and play like that?”
Skyler sat up, straddling his hips and smiling sheepishly. “I may have been sneaking off to work with one of our guitar players on it for the past few weeks.”
Trevor was pretty sure he actually should be offended now, since he was supposed to be the one teaching him. But it was hard to be anything but in lovewhen he could still hear the wordsIt’s you, it’s you, it’s youin his head, sung in Skyler’s smooth voice.
“Don’t be mad,” Skyler said. “I wanted to surprise you. And honestly, it’s easier to concentrate on learning what someone’s trying to teach me when I’m not thinking about jumping their bones the entire time.”
He laughed. “Jumping their bones? Really?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather I say ‘making love?’”
“Not if you’re talking about someone else, no.”
Skyler leaned down again, letting the ends of his hair tickle Trevor’s face. “Never. Never anyone else.”
“Because it’s me, it’s me, it’s me?” he teased, unable to keep the smirk off his face.
Skyler bit his shoulder in retaliation.
“No, seriously, baby,” Trevor said. “Ilovethe song. Thank you so much for doing this for me.”
When Trevor kissed him this time, Skyler started writhing slowly on top of him. Trevor got lost in it, hands roaming over Skyler’s legs, his back, his ass, anything he could reach. But when Skyler shuffled down a bit so he could go for the button on Trevor’s jeans, Trevor grabbed his wrist.
“I know I joked about defiling this bed, but I don’t think I can fuck you in your childhood bedroom with Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel watching us.”
“First of all,”—amusement danced in Skyler’s eyes—“I love that you know who they are.”
“You’ve taught me well.”
“Thank you. And secondly, that’s fine, because I can fuck you.”
Trevor choked on air like an idiot, but when he recovered, he quipped, “Oh, can you now?”
“Mm-hmm.”
In a surprising display of strength, Skyler suddenly managed to flip him over and get him propped up on his knees with his ass in the air. He immediately went to work in getting Trevor’s jeans down to his thighs and had his face pressed into his cheeks, breathing hotly against him through the thin fabric of his boxers, before Trevor had fully processed what was happening.
And yeah. Skyler was right. He could do anything he wanted to him.
SKYLER
Skyler had been allover the world now, but the best vacation of his life was taking place in the house he’d lived in for seventeen years. It was fun showing Trevor his hometown. The best part of the trip, though, was watching Trevor grow closer to his family.
Trevor had asked Skyler’s mom so many questions about Skyler’s childhood, but also about herself and her job at the library. Skyler knew him well enough to know that this wasn’t Trevor trying too hard. He truly enjoyed talking to her. And Skyler had already witnessed Trevor and Layla getting along like a house on fire from the day they met, but their connection had appeared to deepen as well over the last few days.
He’d also gotten to introduce Trevor to a couple of his childhood friends, which was nice. It almost felt like they were breaking the rules in some way, but getting to act like Trevor’s boyfriend in front of people other than the band and their immediate families made him happy. For a brief time, they could pretend they were a regular couple, rather than a closeted celebrity one.
