Page 15 of Heartbreak Honey

Before

TREVOR COULD ALREADY barely remember his life without Skyler in it. They fit together so seamlessly, it felt like he’d always been there. Like Skyler was intrinsically a part of him. Was this how it felt for everyone when they were falling for someone?

Or was it because they were always together? They lived and worked together, so it kind of made sense. Except it wasn’t the same with any of the other guys in the band as it was with him and Skyler.

One time when they’d been at the studio recording and Skyler had to go to the bathroom, Trevor got up to go with him, and Oli made a joke about him holding Skyler’s dick for him. But really, Trevor hadn’t wanted him to get lost because it was a huge building.

Okay. So maybe he’d become a tad too obsessed with Skyler. But he couldn’t help it. Wherever Skyler was, that was where he wanted to be.

God, he was turning into such a sap.

As Skyler burrowed himself farther into his side, fingers curling against Trevor’s stomach, while they watched Gilmore Girls on Trevor’s bed, though, he realized that didn’t bother him at all.

He leaned over to kiss Skyler’s temple, smiling at the pleased hum the small action elicited. He wished they could stay here forever. Everything was moving so fast with the band, but time slowed down whenever it was just him and Skyler at home in this room.

But they couldn’t have this forever. They were leaving to start their tour tomorrow. They’d be surrounded by people, onstage and off. Living on tour buses and out of hotel rooms. And it was exciting, but it would be hard leaving this behind. Their little private nirvana.

“Are you nervous about the tour?” he asked, carding his fingers carefully through Skyler’s hair.

“No, I’m excited.”

“Okay, good. You seemed weird today when the interviewer was asking about it.”

Skyler sat up properly to face him, but he didn’t meet Trevor’s eyes, glancing downward with a sheepish expression instead. “I was distracted by his tattoos.”

“What?”

Skyler looked at him now, chewing on his lip until Trevor put his thumb there, coaxing him to release it. “Didn’t you notice all the tattoos on his arms? They were so hot, I couldn’t stop staring at them.”

Trevor laughed. He’d be offended his boyfriend was checking out another guy if he hadn’t noticed the ink too. “So you think tattoos are hot?”

“Mm-hmm,” Skyler said. “I’ve never considered getting any myself, but on other people, yeah. They can definitely look hot.”

Trevor looked down at his own arms, considering.

Skyler chuckled. “I’m not sure they’d go with your whole surfer dude aesthetic.”

“For the last time, I’m not a surfer,” he admonished, pinching Skyler’s side.

Skyler yelped then resettled against him.

Trevor rubbed his thumb over the spot he”d pinched. “I’ve kind of always wanted them. But my mom kept reminding me to think of my future, and if tattoos would get in the way of me finding the job I want.”

“What job could you possibly want more than this?” Skyler asked.

“Exactly. So maybe it’s time.”

“Really?”

He shrugged, jostling Skyler a bit. “I’m not sure. Let’s wait and see if our tour is a success first.”

“It will be,” Skyler assured him. “I understand the hesitation though. Sometimes I’m worried this could all go away as quickly as it came. But our album’s been number one on the charts for a month. Fans line up outside the stations and start screaming as soon as they get a glimpse of us.”

“I know.”

Skyler squeezed his hip gently. “I think that means we made it.”

“We did, huh,” he agreed, voice going softer without his permission because of Skyler’s touch. Then he paused, concern suddenly slipping in. “When you say you’re afraid this could all go away, you don’t mean us, right?”

Skyler sat up again, a dreamy look taking over his face. “No. Never.”

When Skyler leaned in for a kiss, Trevor happily obliged him. He forgot what they were talking about as Skyler’s grip on his hip tightened and he nipped at Trevor’s bottom lip.

Then Skyler threw one leg over his lap to straddle him. They resumed making out until Skyler stopped to lean back and pull his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor beside the bed. He went for Trevor’s next, rucking it up his chest, short nails scraping a path along Trevor’s sensitive skin. Trevor lifted his arms to allow him to remove the shirt completely, and then Skyler attached his mouth to Trevor’s neck.

Trevor tangled one hand in Skyler’s waves, and when Skyler sucked hard on his neck, his grip involuntarily tightened. Skyler didn’t seem to mind, considering how he only sucked even harder. Then he started to switch it up, biting down with an achingly perfect amount of pressure before licking the spot to make it better. He was surely going to leave a mark. Trevor had enough presence of mind to consider how the makeup artist would have to cover it up tomorrow before their first show, but not enough willpower to make him stop.

He also didn’t have the willpower to make him stop when Skyler shimmied himself a bit down his legs so he could tug at the waistband of Trevor’s sweats. He lifted his hips to let Skyler pull them down his thighs. Skyler grinned excitedly, then hopped off him, working on getting his own pants off as Trevor finished removing his.

Their gazes flicked down, taking in the sight of each other in their underwear, no hiding how they were both hard. Then they locked eyes, and in a silent agreement, they stripped down completely.

Trevor couldn’t help but stare now. He’d seen Skyler naked before, but the sight was still overwhelming. He wanted him so badly. Wanted so much it was hard to think straight. He wanted to grab, and kiss, and bite, and pet.

Before he moved to do any of those things, Skyler turned shy, attempting to cover himself, and no, Trevor couldn’t have that. He reached for Skyler’s hand and one of his thighs, encouraging Skyler to straddle him again. When they kissed now it was sweeter at first, but quickly heated up until they were breathing harshly into each other’s mouths. Skyler rocked against him, his dick nudging into Trevor’s stomach with every forward motion of his hips.

Trevor wrapped his hands around Skyler’s slim waist and tugged him in even closer until their lengths slid satisfyingly against each other’s. He took them both in his hand, his finger and thumb not quite meeting, but it was okay. It was fucking great. Skyler gasped when he began stroking up and down. Trevor twisted his wrist at the base of their dicks and swept his thumb over their heads on the upstroke. He kept this up until a litany of wonderful little sounds spilled from Skyler’s mouth.

But then Skyler’s hand covered his. “Wait, stop. I don’t want to come like this.”

“You love to come like this,” Trevor countered. Because that was something he knew now. He knew all it took to make Skyler come apart for him.

So he kept jerking them off together, and Skyler’s hand dropped away as his eyes shut, head falling back. He let out the tiniest, prettiest moan. And then—“Want you to fuck me.”

Trevor’s hand stilled. He let go of them both, and Skyler, even though he’d asked him to stop, whined at the abruptness of it. When Skyler opened his eyes and stared at him, wide and pleading and unembarrassed, Trevor’s heart pounded wildly against his ribcage.

A million different feelings battled each other inside of him.

The strongest was pure, raw desire.

But something held him back.

“I—I think we should wait.”

“Why?” Skyler asked, eyes still wide and his hand curling delicately over Trevor’s shoulder, and god, he was killing him.

“I just—I don’t—”

“You don’t want me,” Skyler said quietly, hunching over to make himself small.

“What?” Trevor shook his head violently, his hands finding Skyler’s sides and holding on as Skyler tried to scoot away from him. “No! How could you even think that?” He hooked his finger under Skyler’s chin, gently requesting for him to look up. When he did, Trevor was ready to do anything to make the hurt in his eyes go away. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sometimes I swear I stop breathing when I look at you. Of course I want you.”

Skyler didn’t look entirely convinced, so Trevor gestured down to his crotch, where he was still semi-hard despite the serious conversation. “I mean, hello.”

That got a small laugh out of Skyler, but Trevor needed more, needed him to understand.

He wrapped his hand around the back of Skyler’s neck and let his thumb rub up and down the column of his throat. “I fucking want you. You have to believe that. But it’s a big step, and…” Oh hell, this was embarrassing. “Maybe I’m a little bit scared.”

“You’re scared?” Skyler sounded awed. “But you’ve slept with people before.”

“It’s different though. As you’ve pointed out, I had no experience with guys until you. I want to make sure it’s good for both of us. I don’t want to screw it up.”

And maybe it wasn’t only different because Skyler was a guy. Maybe it was different because what he felt for Skyler was different than anything he’d felt for anyone else before. Maybe it was because he was in—

“You won’t screw it up,” Skyler insisted. “And it’s on both of us to make it good. It’s not all on you. Even if you’re the one doing the… you know.”

“Fucking?” Trevor couldn’t resist giving him a teasing smirk.

Skyler’s cheeks turned adorably pink even though he’d said it himself a minute ago. “Shut up. But yes. It’s not all on you. I’m not expecting it to be perfect. I know it’s going to be messy, and it’ll probably hurt, but I want to be with you. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

“Even making it into the band?”

“Yes.”

Trevor’s mouth fell open in surprise. He was only joking, but wow. “Now that makes it even more pressure.”

“You’re impossible,” Skyler told him.

“Can we just wait until…” Until when? He didn’t know. But he did know that he didn’t want to do it right now, unprepared, the night before their tour started, with all the craziness of that in his head.

Skyler leaned down for a light kiss. “We can wait as long as you want.”

Before Trevor could express gratitude at his understanding, the sweet look on Skyler’s face morphed into something more devious.

“Even though I might die of blue balls before we actually get to have sex.”

Knowing he was just trying to rile him up, Trevor shook his head. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You love me.”

They both froze.

Skyler’s eyebrows shot up in panic and he slapped his hand over his own mouth with a loud thwack.

“I do,” Trevor said calmly, reaching to pull his hand down. It was easier than he thought it would be to admit. “God, Sky, I fucking love you.”

Skyler’s eyes lit up like a million shooting stars. “I love you too.”

Trevor kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him.

Eventually Skyler pulled back, grinning. When he leaned in again, Trevor assumed he was going for another kiss, but he turned his head and bit on Trevor’s earlobe instead, tugging gently before letting it go. He whispered in Trevor’s ear, “And I hope you’ll remember that I love you when I’m doing everything in my power to make you regret the decision to wait.”

“Fucking hell, you’re a menace!”

“But you love me.”

Trevor kissed his forehead. “I love you.” He kissed his nose. “I love you.” His cheek. “I love you.” Other cheek. “I love you.” And finally, he kissed his lips.

Once again, their kisses went from sweet to heated. Realizing they were both hard again, Trevor resumed his earlier task of getting them off. Skyler went first with a shout that Trevor tried to swallow with his own mouth, hoping not to wake the other guys. The way Skyler’s fingers tightly clutched Trevor’s sides as Skyler trembled against him through the aftershocks sent Trevor tumbling over the edge too.

Afterward, once they’d cleaned up the mess and had settled next to each other under the covers, Skyler rolled over so he was half on top of him and began drawing invisible patterns with his finger over Trevor’s chest. “When you get a tattoo is it going to be a surfboard?”

“Stop.”

“A wave?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Skyler kissed his chest, then looked up at him, big green eyes shining happily. “You love me.”

“I love you.”

“You love me,” Skyler said again.

“I love you,” Trevor repeated.

He had a feeling Skyler was going to do this constantly, get Trevor to tell him he loved him at every opportunity. And he didn’t think he’d mind. He would probably want to say it all the time, no prompting necessary.

Because he was in love with Skyler James.

And he was going to make sure Skyler knew that every single day.