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Everything pleasepleaseplease.

When Skyler let go, Trevor resumed his exploration, his hand traveling higher and higher until he was kneading Skyler’s inner thigh and Skyler could no longer hold in the noises that wanted to come out of him.

They didn’t end up doing anything more than making out before getting under the covers to go to sleep. When Trevor spooned him, tugging him in flush against his chest, his hand settled possessively over Skyler’s stomach and Skyler remembered the first night he’d nervously crawled into this bed. There was nothing tentative about the way Trevor held him this time.

Chapter Eight

Before

SKYLER

AFTER KISSING BECAME ATHING 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.

Skylerwishedthey’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?”