Page 11 of Heartbreak Honey

Before

AFTER KISSING BECAME A THING he and Trevor did, they hardly ever stopped.

The guys had barely reacted when they’d caught on.

Well.

Oli had clapped Trevor on the back and Jermaine gave them a shrug and a small smile.

Noah, on the other hand, had pulled an unreadable face and said, “So this is really a thing now?” But when Skyler grinned and proudly told him, “Yup!” Noah nodded slowly and said, “Okay.”

And that had been that. They’d all suspected he and Trevor were doing this all along anyway, so Skyler didn’t expect them to act any differently toward the two of them now.

Skyler wished they’d been doing it all along. Now he couldn’t keep his mouth off Trevor, needing to make up for lost time.

He rolled over in bed to face Trevor now, who was lying on his back still asleep. Magnificently shirtless. He leaned down to kiss Trevor’s bare shoulder, relishing in the feel of soft skin under his lips. Trevor didn’t stir, so he did it again. And again.

As much as Skyler enjoyed kissing him simply for the sake of kissing him, he was hungry, so he wanted him to wake up. Pushing the covers down past their legs, he kissed a trail down Trevor’s chest and stomach. It wasn’t until he began tracing his tongue right above the waistband of Trevor’s thin pajama pants that Trevor finally opened his eyes.

“Nice way to wake up,” Trevor mumbled sleepily. He made lazy grabby hands, trying to reach for him. “Come up here.”

Skyler did as he was told and received Trevor’s mouth as a reward. They kissed lazily until Skyler’s stomach started to rumble. “Come on, let’s get up.”

“Don’t want to,” Trevor told him, going in for another kiss.

He held him back with a hand on his chest. “I’m hungry.”

“Go get cereal then.”

“I don’t want cereal. I want eggs.” And he wanted Trevor to make them for him. That part went without saying. But Trevor didn’t budge. “Trevorrr, please,” he whined.

“Eventually I’ll have to teach you to cook,” Trevor grumbled as he sat up and swung his legs out of bed.

There was a tiny square table they rarely used shoved into the corner of the kitchen, and Skyler sat there now, watching Trevor take out eggs and bacon from the fridge and set a frying pan on top of the stove. He still hadn’t put on a shirt, so Skyler had a lovely view of his back muscles flexing as he got to work on breakfast.

Oli wandered into the kitchen as the smell of the bacon sizzling in the pan began to fill the room. He stepped over to the stove and reached out to steal a piece, but Trevor slapped his hand away. “No fair!” he complained. “You always make food for Sky, but not for the rest of us.”

Noah walked in. “Start sucking his dick and maybe he’ll make it for you too.”

Trevor glared at him, but Skyler giggled. That definitely wasn’t something they’d done yet. Trevor’s eyes found his, fiercely protective, like he’d go off on Noah if Skyler wanted him to.

But he didn’t mind the joke. He got up and went over to wrap his arms around Trevor’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder and silently letting him know he was fine.

After the guys poured themselves some cereal and took their bowls into the living room to watch TV, Skyler went back to his seat and continued to watch Trevor cook for him. It was so domestic. He couldn’t believe he was living with his boyfriend.

Well. He thought Trevor was his boyfriend. But he wasn’t sure. Neither of them had used that word out loud yet.

He thought about it a minute, and then, because he needed to stop the spiraling thoughts in his head, he said, “Trevor?”

“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 they got 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.

They pressed against each other some more and continued kissing. Then somehow Trevor ended up with one of his legs in between Skyler’s. Skyler didn’t mean to, but when he rubbed himself on Trevor’s thigh, the pressure felt amazing. Experimentally, he began to shift up and down, and Trevor murmured encouragement until Skyler was basically riding his thigh.

He let out a quiet, “Fuck,” having lost control of his senses. And the next thing he knew, a wave of heat rushed through him, and he was coming right in his pants. He didn’t even get to catch his breath before the shame flooded in. His eyes shot open.

“Did you just… ?”

He hid his face in Trevor’s chest. “Oh god, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.” Trevor hooked one finger under his chin, making him look up. “That was hot.”

“Seriously?”

Trevor nodded.

Skyler glanced down, first at the wet spot on the front of his pants, and then at Trevor’s jeans where he was still clearly hard. He reached for the button on them, but Trevor grabbed his hand.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” God, he wanted to so much. “Please. Let me.”

Trevor bit his lip and nodded, so Skyler reached into his pants and wrapped his fingers around him. Finally. He held him a few moments, getting used to the rushing thrill of having another guy’s dick in his hand. Of having Trevor in his hand. When Trevor exhaled loudly, Skyler started jerking him off. Slowly at first, then faster, and Trevor’s head fell back against the wall with a thud.

After a couple minutes, Trevor choked out, “I’m gonna—” and Skyler immediately squeezed the base of his dick before releasing him.

Trevor let out a pained whimper, but then his jaw dropped when Skyler sank to his knees.

Skyler was loving what he could do to him. Lowering Trevor’s waistband a bit, he took him out of his boxers. For a moment, he just admired, then he licked a stripe up Trevor’s length. He opened his mouth wider to take him in, but he only made it a couple inches before Trevor came with a loud groan. Taken by surprise, Skyler choked on it, pulling off midway so that the rest ended up on his face.

“Oh my god,” Trevor said, immediately yanking off his shirt to give to him. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t expect you to—”

“It’s okay,” Skyler assured him as he used the shirt to wipe off his face. It was freaking awesome. When he was done, he stood up, remembering the mess that was starting to dry uncomfortably in his pants. “I need to go change.”

“But you’re coming back, right?” Trevor asked, brow furrowed.

“Of course I am.”

He couldn’t believe Trevor looked worried. He’d finally given Skyler what he’d been dying for. No way Skyler was going anywhere now. This kept getting better and better.