“Yeah?”
“Are you my boyfriend?”
Trevor turned around and blinked at him a couple times, spatula in hand. Then—“I certainly hope so.”
A dopey smile spread across Skyler’s face. “Okay. Good. That’s good. I just wanted to check.”
“Come here,” Trevor requested affectionately. When Skyler crossed the kitchen to him again, Trevor gave him a quick kiss and ruffled his hair. “You’re too sweet for this world, you know.”
Before they knew it,the band had released their first single and music video. As they waited in a small room at the radio station, Skyler kept thinking about all the money the label had put into this already. What if nobody liked them, and that money Mr. Carmichael invested in them was a waste?
“Try to relax, baby,” Trevor said.
Realizing he’d been pacing, he forced himself to stop. “I’m sorry. It’s our first interview. I’m sort of freaking out.”
“It’s only radio,” Noah said. “If you panic and don’t know how to answer a question, one of us can jump in and no one will notice.”
Trevor nodded. “That’s the benefit of us doing all this together as a group. We can have each other’s backs.”
“The five amigos!” Oli cheered, flinging himself at Jermaine, who threw an arm around his waist good-naturedly.
Despite their reassurances, Skyler’s body refused to settle. He bounced up and down, shifting from the balls of his feet to his toes and back again, until Trevor stepped closer and placed a hand on the back of his neck, stilling him instantly. The combination of his boyfriend’s (boyfriend’s!) warm presence beside him and the slight pressure against his neck worked like a charm.
Trevor whispered in his ear, “You know I’ll always have your back,” and followed up the sentiment with a quick kiss to his temple.
Skyler grinned. Okay, they were so going to rock this interview.
By the time theygot back to the house that evening, after giving interviews at three different stations around L.A., an excited energy buzzed through Skyler’s veins that he couldn’t contain any longer. He brushed past the guys’ requests to play video games and dragged Trevor by the wrist into his room.
“What’s wrong?” Trevor asked when they stepped inside.
“Nothing’s wrong.” He shoved the door closed behind Trevor and crowded him up against it.
“Then why—”
Skyler cut him off by frantically pressing their lips together. He curled one hand around Trevor’s bicep and squeezed hard as he fisted his other hand into the material of Trevor’s T-shirt, right over his hip.
“Oh,” Trevor uttered softly into his mouth.
Glad to finally have him on board, Skyler resumed his attack, and Trevor kissed him back just as fiercely. He tried to move Skyler backward toward the bed, but Skyler shook his head. He liked having Trevor trapped where he could do whatever he wanted to him. Even if it was only an illusion, since he may have been a bit taller, but Trevor was stronger. He could easily push Skyler away if he wanted to.
But Trevor seemed perfectly agreeable to the idea of staying right where they were. He leaned against the door again and let Skyler nudge his head to the side to gain access to his neck. When Skyler bit down hard, he let out a half groan, half laugh. “You’re feisty tonight.”
“I’m happy.”
“You’re always happy,” Trevor said, running his hands up and down Skyler’s sides.
“Fine. I’m extra happy. And extra happy makes me extra horny.”
“Apparently.”
“Are you complaining?” he asked in between sucking on Trevor’s neck.
“God, no.”
Trevor grabbed him by his hips and yanked him in even closer. Skyler gasped. They were both hard, and suddenly moving to the bed did seem like a good idea. But he knew Trevor would pump the brakes if he tried to take things too far.
They’d done a ton of making out since this started, often shirtless, and a fair amount of groping, but they’d yet to get naked with each other. Much to Skyler’s dismay.
