Page 31 of Heartbreak Honey

Before

“Don’t lose the key card,” Trevor warned as Skyler carelessly tossed Trevor’s jeans onto the couch.

“If we lose it, we’ve got the other room”s,” Skyler said, too focused on his task to show a hint of concern.

That was true. When Maggie had passed out the cards for their hotel rooms earlier, she’d handed all five of them ones to separate rooms, like she always did. Trevor had given up on pointing out that he and Skyler slept in the same room. The last time he suggested she only book four rooms because the fifth was a waste of money, Maggie had glared at him like he was a bug she was about to squash under her shoe, and then she’d insisted they needed to keep up appearances in case the reservations were somehow leaked.

He hated the way she said stuff like that. He’d gotten good at blocking out most of her bullshit, but sometimes she still managed to make him feel like what he and Skyler were doing was dirty or wrong.

But it sure as hell didn’t feel wrong now—standing here leaning against the back of the couch with Skyler on his knees in front of him. Dirty, yes. But so damn right.

He gripped the top of the furniture for support, because as Skyler’s hands curled around the backs of Trevor’s thighs, his mouth did the most brilliant things, and Trevor’s legs started to grow weak.

They were in Louisiana. Or Mississippi. Honestly, he couldn’t remember. One of those states with too much humidity, which had turned Skyler’s curly hair into a mountain of frizz. Georgia would already have her work cut out for her in taming it, so Trevor didn’t feel as bad about the way he tangled his fingers into the strands, knotting and messing it up even worse.

His lust-addled brain did spare a moment of worry for the way Skyler’s voice would sound hoarse after this, but before he could say anything, Skyler’s tongue did that thing he liked, and he no longer had the brain capacity for anything but chasing an orgasm. With Skyler’s enthusiasm and practically no gag reflex, it didn’t take long. Before Trevor knew it, he was crying out and spilling down his throat.

He hadn’t had a chance to catch his breath, and Skyler was still licking him clean, when their dressing room door swung open and Oli barged in. “Hey, Skyler, Georgia’s ready for—Oh, holy hell, whyyy? Lock the door, you freaks! Ah, my eyes! Shit!”

Trevor was too sated to react properly, but Skyler remained where he was, at least providing him with some cover.

“Nope,” Oli said definitively, eyes squeezed shut. He blindly backed out of the room and slammed the door closed, then from the other side of it, shouted, “Georgia’s ready for you! And I hate you both!”

Trevor felt mildly ashamed as he leaned over the back of the couch to grab his pants. He couldn’t believe they’d forgotten to lock the door. That wasn’t like them. But also, Oli should have known by now to knock. So, his fault, really.

After hastily getting dressed, he took a good look at Skyler. His lips were swollen, his eyes a little glassy, and his hair looked like it had been through a tornado. To put it mildly, he looked wrecked.

When Skyler leaned in for a kiss, Trevor pulled him in closer. Skyler was typically the clingy one, but Trevor always found it hard to let go after they fooled around.

A slight shift from Skyler sent his hardness bumping into Trevor’s pelvic bone.

“Let me take care of that.”

Skyler shook his head regretfully. “No time.”

“I’ll make it quick,” he said, reaching for Skyler’s fly, but he was swatted away.

“Do you want to face the wrath of Georgia?”

He shrugged. “I can probably take her.”

“I’m sure you could, but I should really go if she’s going to have time to do something about this.” Skyler pointed to his hair.

“I think you look cute like this.”

“You’re lying,” Skyler said as he struggled to adjust himself in his jeans, attempting to make his erection less obvious.

Trevor fought back a smile. “Well. Yeah.”

Skyler rolled his eyes and gave him a quick kiss before heading out. Trevor planned to join him while he waited for his own turn to get styled, but he popped into the bathroom first to check himself out in the mirror. He splashed a little water on his face and was hurrying to dry it when he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

More knocking followed.

“I said come in!” he huffed, making his way toward the door.

It cracked open, and Oli’s head poked through. “Just wanted to be sure. Didn’t want to catch anyone with their pants down. Again.”

He shot Oli a glare, but Oli feigned innocence with his smile.

“Hair and makeup wants you too.”

“All right, I’m coming.”

“Didn’t you already do that?”

Trevor grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and launched it. Oli didn’t even bother ducking, just giggled as it hit him square in the face then fell to the floor. And fine, maybe the teasing was warranted. Trevor probably wouldn’t appreciate walking in on any of his bandmates fooling around with someone. At least Oli wasn’t too weirded out.

But later during their concert, as payback for what he’d seen, Oli kept trying to trip Trevor onstage. And it seemed unfair that he was the only one being targeted, when it was Skyler who’d dropped to his knees in the dressing room and insisted he couldn’t possibly wait four more hours to have Trevor’s dick in his mouth.

How could anyone expect Trevor to deny his boyfriend something he needed so badly? He wasn’t a monster.

Noah and Jermaine watched the antics with amusement, no doubt having been filled in by Oli. But Noah finally stepped in and got Oli to back off after Trevor jerked to avoid Oli’s outstretched leg and almost pitched forward off the edge of the stage.

Honestly, Oli’s hazing didn’t bother him though. Because he couldn’t help but hear the extra rasp in Skyler’s tone every time he sang, and he found himself fighting back a very self-satisfied smirk the whole night.

Skyler probably knew what Trevor was thinking, too, because he kept shooting grins his way. And if the two of them touched a little more than they normally would onstage—a little more than they were supposed to—well, it wasn’t intentional.

Trevor couldn’t wait to get Skyler back to their hotel room when this was over to return the favor. And thinking about that had him gravitating closer to Skyler every chance he got.

After letting his hand linger too long on Skyler’s lower back as they passed by each other, he noticed Maggie watching him from offstage. Her pinched face meant he’d be in trouble later. But right now, he was onstage doing what he loved with his boyfriend and his best friends, and he really didn’t give a fuck.

When he turned and his eyes met Skyler’s again, Skyler slowly brought his finger up to rub the side of his neck. Their signal. I love you.

And in that moment, Trevor felt invincible.