WHAT?
On the screen, Skyler sits up straighter now, adjusting his freaking fedora and brushing a hand delicately over his long curls. Then he grins. “I am. I mean, shit,”—he chuckles—“I thought it was pretty obvious. I wasn’t trying to hide it. Not for a long time anyway. But if the world needs to hear me say it, then yes. I’m gay.”
Trevor is stunned. He feels a whole lot of things all at once. Proud, he thinks, but also confused, and… yeah. Stunned.
Bennet beams at his audience, then at the camera. “You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen. And let me be the first to offer my condolences to Skyler’s millions of female fans out there. It’s a rough break, ladies.”
Skyler face contorts for a moment before he schools it back into a more pleasant expression, but Trevor doesn’t miss it. The way Skyler wrinkles his nose when he’s unhappy with something is so distinctive that Trevor can still catch it now, after all these years.
Skyler doesn’t do what he does for millions of people to dream about banging him. He does it because he loves the music. Loves performing. Being sexualized is always something he’s had to deal with as a result, but it makes him kind of uncomfortable. Or it used to, anyway.
Trevor supposes he doesn’t really know how Skyler feels anymore. The Skyler James he knew could be an entirely different person from the one he’s watching in this video.
Still, the nose wrinkle.
Skyler daintily crosses one leg over the other and says, “I understand this news may disappoint a portion of my fan base. But I hope they can understandthat, even though I’m a celebrity, I’m still a human being. And I can’t control my sexuality any more than anyone else can.”
Bennet hums as if he’s in agreement, but then he says, “Well, you’ve certainly dashed the hopes of your female fans, but I suppose you’ve made a certain amount of your male fans very happy.”
The nose wrinkle again.
“I’ve always wanted to make my fans happy,” Skyler says carefully, “but again, I hope I can make them happy through my music, rather than with the possibility of dating me.”
That makes Trevor smile.Good for him.
Bennet looks too excited again. “Andareyou dating anyone then?”
Trevor almost falls off the couch from anticipation in the two seconds it takes Skyler to answer.
“No. I’m not.”
It shouldn’t matter to him one fucking bit, but Trevor experiences a whooshing rush of relief anyway.
“There you go, everyone.” Bennet gives the camera a wink, which is justugh. Then he looks back at Skyler. “All right, one more question on this topic, because if I don’t ask, I’ll be getting thousands of tweets from fans disappointed with me.”
Uh-oh.This can’t be good.
“So all that stuff about you and your bandmate Trevor Blue, back when you guys were in Boys Will Be Boys…”
Trevor sucks in a breath.
Oh no.
No.
No.
“A huge number of fans were convinced you two were together. They even had a name for the two of you. Blue Skies, if I recall correctly. So was that true?Wereyou and Trevor in a relationship?”
Skyler gives the host a small, shy smile, and says, “I can’t speak for anyone other than myself.” Then he turns away from Bennet and looks directly into the fucking camera, green eyes boring straight into Trevor’s soul. “All I can tell you is that I was in love with him.”
There’s a whole lot of noise from the audience, and then the video cuts off.
And Trevor is left sitting here, holding his phone like it’s a damning piece of evidence he should bury.
That motherfucker.
Now he understands how this involves him. The cameras going off in his face right outside his door make perfect goddamn sense. And now. He’s pissed.
