Trevor assumed Skyler wouldn’tremember their late-night conversation in the morning, but as he tiredly fixed his hair in the bathroom mirror, Skyler came in and slid his arms around his waist from behind. He hooked his chin over Trevor’s shoulder and wrapped one ankle around his legs, using Trevor’s body to keep himself balanced. His fingers trailed under the waistband of Trevor’s boxers and simply rested there, not going any farther.
“What are you doing?” Trevor asked, not that he minded the treatment.
Skyler hummed happily. “Coming home.”
Andoh.
Home.
He smiled at their reflections in the mirror.“I’m surprised you’re even conscious. How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts and my mouth’s all gross, but I’ll live.” Skyler placed a delicate kiss on the side of his neck. “Thanks for last night.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Of course you did.”
Trevor turned around in Skyler’s arms and leaned in for a kiss, but Skyler pushed him back.
“My mouth!”
“I don’t care,” Trevor told him.
“I do,” Skyler insisted. “If you kiss me like this, you’ll never want to kiss me again.”
He shook his head. “That’s not even possible, baby.”
“You say that now.”
He yanked Skyler in closer and kissed him before he could protest any more. Skyler kissed him back until Trevor laughed and shoved him away. “You’re right, maybe you should brush your teeth.”
Skyler slapped his arm. “You ass!”
“I’m joking. But really.”
With a sheepish smile, Skyler turned to the sink and grabbed his toothbrush. Trevor wrapped his arms around him, reversing their earlier position. He left a trail of kisses down Skyler’s spine, making him giggle as he tried to brush his teeth.
He squeezed Skyler tighter. “Home, huh?”
Skyler spit into the sink and then caught his eye in the mirror. “Home,” he said, more fondly than someone with toothpaste at the corner of his mouth should have any right to sound.
From there, they found their way back into bed together. They indulged in lazy morning sex even though they didn’t have time for it. And they were still naked afterward when Christian pounded on their door, demanding to know why they weren’t already in the lobby.
They rushed to get ready, tossing their things haphazardly into their bags, and made it downstairs in less than ten minutes, messy and probably reeking of sex, but so, so happy. Trevor thought he’d be riding this high all day.
But he was wrong.
Because instead of leaving, Christian instructed them to hand off their bags to a concierge, and then led them across the lobby, down a small hallway, and into a conference room.
Noah, Jermaine, and Oli sat there on one side of a long table, none of them looking happy. When Trevor tried to lead Skyler over to the empty side of the table, Christian shook his head and pointed them to seats on either side of their bandmates.
As he and Skyler split up, he got a sense of foreboding. Only about five feet of space separated them, but it felt like more.
Then he noticed the open laptop on the table and saw what was on the screen—Maggie’s face, looking particularly formidable even on such a small scale.
“Nice of you two to join us,” she said.
“We’re sorry,” Skyler said. “We didn’t know we were having a meeting.”
