Page 32 of Heartbreak Honey

Before

Trevor was so glad all the band had gotten together and demanded a one-week break when they got home from tour before they had to do any more recording or appearances. They certainly needed it.

Noah was going home to Seattle to see his girlfriend, Jermaine and Oli were renting a beach villa in Jamaica and planning to get drunk off mai tais all day, and he and Skyler were staying in Ohio with Skyler’s family. But first they’d made time to have dinner with Trevor’s mom in L.A. Skyler had been determined to learn her lasagna recipe ever since Trevor mentioned loving it.

Maggie hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of Trevor and Skyler flying to Ohio together, but she’d arranged security for them at the airports anyway. She’d warned them to be discreet—as if they hadn’t been doing that for the last couple years—so they made sure to keep their hoods up and heads down as they were shuffled through a private exit when they landed, and they were pretty sure no one spotted them.

It was frustrating that Trevor couldn’t casually go visit his boyfriend’s family like a normal person without it requiring a covert ops mission, but he was aware of the shitstorm it would cause if fans found out, and he didn’t want to deal with the consequences.

Skyler’s childhood bedroom was pretty much exactly how he’d pictured it. Posters from various musicals covered the walls, books lined the shelves, and there was a giant stuffed frog resting against a pillow that he already knew was named Freddie.

After setting their bags on the twin bed, he turned to Skyler with a devilish grin. “So you’ve never had sex on this bed.”

Skyler’s eyebrows shot up. “Nope. Definitely haven’t.”

“How do you feel about changing that this week?”

It was cute the way Skyler tried to hide his smile behind his fist. “My parents’ room is only two doors down. We’d have to be really quiet.”

He laughed. “You say that as if you don’t mean that you’d have to be really quiet. We both know you’re the loud one.”

“Excuse you,” Skyler said, cheeks turning red, “but I’m pretty sure I’ve managed to make you scream more than a few times.”

Trevor stepped forward and swept his thumb over his cheekbone. “You have, baby. I’m only teasing you.”

Skyler grabbed him by the front of his shirt to tug him in for a kiss. He nipped gently on Trevor’s bottom lip as they pulled apart. “I’m honestly more worried about Layla hearing us than my parents. She already told me if she has to listen to us fuck, she’ll sneak in and shave my head while I’m asleep. And if she thinks we’re wasting this week off not having sex, she’s crazy, but being bald is something I’d like to avoid, so let’s please be careful about it.”

“I could always gag you.”

The way Skyler sputtered at the joke you’d think he was scandalized, but Trevor knew better. He caught the glint in his eye that hinted at intrigue. Hmm. He’d definitely remember that for another time.

Right now, he wanted to get back downstairs with everyone else. Skyler’s family had flown out to watch a few shows before, but this would be the first time Trevor spent significant time with them since their initial visit. He was already pretty close with them, but he hoped with more time together, they’d become like family to him.

When they joined Skyler’s parents in the kitchen, they were greeted with the smell of chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.

“Are you trying to fatten me up already?” Skyler asked, reaching for one anyway.

“First of all, no body shaming,” his mom said, pointing a threatening finger at him. “And I’m not worried about you. I’m making sure Trevor’s happy here so he’ll come to visit more often.”

Trevor grabbed a cookie and smiled. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to bake for me. I’m already happy to be here. And I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come until now.”

“Oh, sweetie.” Theresa shook her head as she briefly touched his arm. “It’s not your fault you’ve all been so busy.”

“They sure do keep you boys moving, don’t they?” Skyler’s dad chimed in from his place at the small round table where he was drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. “Bet you’re both relieved to finally have time off.”

“We are,” Skyler said. “One week doesn’t seem like enough though.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Theresa agreed. “How’s the next album coming along? Is it almost done?”

Trevor shook his head. “Not quite. We’ve still got some stuff to record, and the producers haven’t finalized the track list. They’re looking for a few more songs to round it out.”

“Trevor wrote like half of the ones we have so far,” Skyler added, slinging his free arm around Trevor’s waist.

“That’s not true,” he said, ducking his head.

Skyler used a finger to tip his chin up. “Almost. He’s written more than the rest of us combined.”

“Not true,” he repeated.

“Stop being modest,” Skyler told him. “You know you’re so talented.”

“Thanks, baby,” he said in a quiet voice only meant for Skyler to hear.

Skyler cradled his cheek and angled his face for a kiss. It was completely innocent, barely more than a peck, but Layla chose that moment to come strolling in, and she pretended to gag dramatically.

“Stop being gross,” she said, snatching Skyler’s half-eaten cookie out of his hand and taking a bite.

“Just for that,” Skyler said, “we’re going to have sex so loud tonight you won’t even be able to drown it out with your angry girl rock.”

Theresa spun on her heels and promptly left the room, while Trevor caught Mr. James trying to cover a laugh.

Layla rolled her eyes. “Don’t pretend you don’t listen to that music too. And seriously, Sky, I love you, but if I hear you having sex, I won’t stop at shaving your head. I will actually kill you.”

“What would be the point of shaving my head then?”

Layla looked like she was going to smack him, but Trevor jumped in. “It’s okay, I told him I was going to ga—”

Skyler snatched his cookie back from Layla and shoved it into Trevor’s open mouth, crumbs landing all over his chin.

He laughed and tried not to choke as he swallowed it. He’d only been messing with him, but he didn’t know where else he could have gone with that sentence, so it was probably good Skyler stopped him.

Layla looked back and forth between the two of them, narrowing her eyes like she’d gotten the gist anyway. Then she shouted out, “Mom, Skyler stole my cookie!”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you!” her mom called back. “I’m afraid I currently have no children!”

Mr. James chuckled and said, “Skyler, would you please apologize for traumatizing your mother?”

“What about my cookie?” Layla asked. But her dad fixed her with a straight-faced stare until she sighed and went to the counter to grab one for herself.

Trevor couldn’t help but grin at the way all of them interacted, constantly giving each other shit.

Skyler went to get his mom. Leading her back into the kitchen, he said, “I promise I’ll stop talking about all the hot, wild sex Trevor and I have.”

“Sky!” Trevor and Mr. James admonished him at the same time.

“I’m kidding, sheesh! I swear I’ll stop.”

Theresa sighed before turning to Trevor. “I don’t know how you put up with this one.”

He considered making a joke, but one glance at Skyler’s brightly smiling face had him going for sincerity instead. “Guess I just love him.”

Layla gagged again and chucked a cookie at him from across the room, but the pleased looks he got from Skyler and his mom made it worth the smudge of chocolate on his shirt.

Later that evening, after spending two hours watching Skyler play a very intense game of Scrabble with his dad, Trevor was sitting on Skyler’s bed with his legs spread and Skyler between them, rubbing Skyler’s back.

“If you keep doing this, I’ll fall asleep,” Skyler warned, leaning back into Trevor’s touch despite his words.

Trevor pinched the skin right above his hip, making him squeak. “That’s okay. We can sleep.”

“Not yet. I want to show you something first.”

“You’ve already introduced me to Freddie.”

Skyler turned his head and rolled his eyes at him. “I’m serious.”

He gave him another pinch, gentler this time. “Okay, show me.”

Skyler climbed off the bed and went over to Trevor’s guitar case propped against the desk. He unzipped it and took out the guitar, cradling it carefully as he flipped the desk chair around and sat facing the bed.

Trevor quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. He’d been working on teaching Skyler to play, though they hadn’t gotten very far, and he’d brought the guitar at Skyler’s request, assuming he wanted to learn some more. But now as Skyler placed his fingers assuredly on the strings, it looked as if he was about to play on his own.

“All right, so I’ve been working on something,” Skyler said. “And it’s not even close to finished, but I wanted you to hear it because… Well, you’ll see.”

“You wrote a song?”

“I wrote a small piece of a song,” Skyler corrected.

“But how?”

“Would you just be quiet and listen?”

Trevor nodded hurriedly, because this definitely had his interest. “Yup. Quiet. Listening.”

Skyler smiled shyly, but as he began to play the slow melody and sing, he did it with as much confidence as he displayed whenever he was onstage.

Baby, don’t listen to what they say

Just rumors and jealousy

Trying to get between you and me

But at the end of the day, you know

It’s always you

And it’s you

It’s you I will come home to

You I do belong to

It’s you

It’s you I’d give my all to

You I’d fight and crawl to

Oh, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you

It took Trevor a few moments to realize the music had stopped and Skyler was now looking at him nervously. He didn’t know what to say. Or more like he had so many things to say that he didn’t know where to start.

Skyler bit his lip and gently set the guitar on the floor beside him. “Well?”

“I can’t believe you wrote that for me.”

“Who said it’s for you?”

He gave a mock offended gasp, but Skyler was grinning.

He didn’t understand how Skyler had managed to write it by himself. They’d written lyrics together before, and with the rest of the band, but Skyler had never written music. Trevor hadn’t taught him that much yet.

“So did you like it?” Skyler asked.

“Are you kidding?” he said.

“I know it’s not much, but—”

“Baby,” Trevor cut him off. “Please come over here right now so I can kiss you.”

Skyler grinned again and crossed the room in two steps, pouncing on him as soon as he was close enough.

Trevor’s back hit the mattress, and the weight of Skyler’s body settled comfortably on top of him. He used one hand to hold Skyler’s waist as the other gripped the outside of his thigh. Before he had the chance to stretch his neck up to kiss him, Skyler was already leaning down and pressing their lips together.

“You wrote me a song,” Trevor said when they parted for air.

Skyler shrugged. “You’re always writing them for me. Figured it was time I got to use some pop chords to tell you how I feel.”

“But when did you learn to write music and play like that?”

Skyler sat up, straddling his hips and smiling sheepishly. “I may have been sneaking off to work with one of our guitar players on it for the past few weeks.”

Trevor was pretty sure he actually should be offended now, since he was supposed to be the one teaching him. But it was hard to be anything but in love when he could still hear the words It’s you, it’s you, it’s you in his head, sung in Skyler’s smooth voice.

“Don’t be mad,” Skyler said. “I wanted to surprise you. And honestly, it’s easier to concentrate on learning what someone’s trying to teach me when I’m not thinking about jumping their bones the entire time.”

He laughed. “Jumping their bones? Really?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather I say ‘making love?’”

“Not if you’re talking about someone else, no.”

Skyler leaned down again, letting the ends of his hair tickle Trevor’s face. “Never. Never anyone else.”

“Because it’s me, it’s me, it’s me?” he teased, unable to keep the smirk off his face.

Skyler bit his shoulder in retaliation.

“No, seriously, baby,” Trevor said. “I love the song. Thank you so much for doing this for me.”

When Trevor kissed him this time, Skyler started writhing slowly on top of him. Trevor got lost in it, hands roaming over Skyler’s legs, his back, his ass, anything he could reach. But when Skyler shuffled down a bit so he could go for the button on Trevor’s jeans, Trevor grabbed his wrist.

“I know I joked about defiling this bed, but I don’t think I can fuck you in your childhood bedroom with Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel watching us.”

“First of all,”—amusement danced in Skyler’s eyes—“I love that you know who they are.”

“You’ve taught me well.”

“Thank you. And secondly, that’s fine, because I can fuck you.”

Trevor choked on air like an idiot, but when he recovered, he quipped, “Oh, can you now?”

“Mm-hmm.”

In a surprising display of strength, Skyler suddenly managed to flip him over and get him propped up on his knees with his ass in the air. He immediately went to work in getting Trevor’s jeans down to his thighs and had his face pressed into his cheeks, breathing hotly against him through the thin fabric of his boxers, before Trevor had fully processed what was happening.

And yeah. Skyler was right. He could do anything he wanted to him.