“What’d you do? How bad does it hurt? Come on, let’s go get a medic to look at it.”
He chuckled. “I already did, don’t worry. You think I bandaged it myself?”
Skyler took his hand now, carefully cradling it in both of his own. “I’m sorry.”
“Let’s get out of here and head back to the hotel, okay?” Trevor told him. “We’ll talk there.”
Skyler frowned as if he maybe didn’t trust that Trevor had been checked out fully by someone qualified, but then he nodded his agreement.
As they turned to go, Trevor looked back at Noah. “I hear you. I do.”
Noah gave him a nod and a sympathetic smile.
Once in the privacy of their hotel room, Skyler wouldn’t even let Trevor undress himself. He took his time in getting him naked, acting as if Trevor had potentially injured other body parts besides his wrist. And then he’d stripped himself and guided Trevor under the covers with him.
When Trevor explained his idiotic decision to fight a mirror, Skyler looked like he was holding back tears. He rolled closer, held Trevor’s head in his hands, and peppered his face with kisses. The whole time, he muttered words that Trevor could barely make out as something like, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, babe, I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” he said, pulling back so Skyler would look at him. “I’m okay. I was upset and did something dumb. That’s on me, not you.”
“No.” Skyler whipped his head back and forth, curls bouncing. “I made you upset. I should have never walked out. I shouldn’t have said—” He stopped to take Trevor’s good hand and squeezed it tightly. “I didn’t mean it. I’ll never leave. I promise I won’t leave you, I promise.”
“I know, baby,” Trevor whispered. “I know.”
He still felt like a world class jackass for breaking that mirror, not to mention for letting his and Skyler’s problems affect the rest of the band. But it was kind of hard to worry about any of that when Skyler flipped him over onto his stomach and began touching and kissing his body like he was some kind of god to be worshipped.
First thing in the morning, Trevor was going to tell Maggie there was no way in hell he would pretend to be engaged to Sierra. He’d tell her to kiss his ass too, but Skyler was currently doing that really well.
“My sun,” Skyler murmured, pressing his lips right over Trevor’s tattoo on the top of his ass cheek before he slowly licked his way down to exactly where Trevor wanted him.
Trevor reached back with his good hand, waving it around until Skyler got the hint and took it in one of his own. Skyler’s grip became an anchor as his mouth did things to make Trevor feel like he might levitate off the bed and up into the stratosphere.
Maggie could do a lot to Trevor, probably more than he wanted to imagine, but she could never take the stars from him.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Now
SKYLER
Skyler’s pretty sure heand Trevor are living together. It happened naturally, so it took him a while to realize it. The fact that Trevor hasn’t slept at his own house in who knows how long.
They each have space here to do their own things. Trevor likes to swim while Skyler does yoga or works out. Skyler does the Sunday crossword puzzle and calls his dad for help with the clues he doesn’t know, while Trevor watches sports with Mike at his apartment or they play with Stella outside.
Skyler’s favorite times, though, are when they’re each doing their own thing but sharing the same space. It was a moment like that last week, with Skyler painting his toes a light purple to match the nails Trevor did for him, and Trevor on his phone trying to catch up on arranging lessons for his students, that made Skyler first wonder if this might be considered living together.
At some point, Trevor stopped acting like a guest and started acting like Skyler’s home was his home too.
Andthat. That’s everything to him.
That prompted him to have a dresser rush delivered. And a new mattress because his is too soft for Trevor’s back. Now there’s more stuff filling up all the empty spaces in the house, his pantry’s stocked with unhealthy snacks he doesn’t like but Trevor loves, and he couldn’t be happier about any of this.
He wants Trevor to see there’s plenty of room for him in Skyler’s life. That Skyler wants him here. Doesn’t ever want him to leave. Not again. He doesn’t want to come home after a self-imposed isolation at his parents’ house in Ohioto find that Trevor has taken all his stuff and left Skyler with nothing but furniture that holds too many memories for him to keep.
He needs to tread lightly though. Neither of them has said anything to make it official. He’s afraid to push too much. Everything needs to be at Trevor’s pace.
Because if either of them still has any hesitations, it’s Trevor. Skyler’s been all-fucking-in since the moment he saw Trevor sitting on that bench in the park in Santa Monica, waiting for him. When Trevor basically called him an idiot for wearing all black to disguise his identity.
No, scratch that.
