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Trevor must have known he didn’t only mean the ring, because an overwhelming amount of pure love shone in Trevor’s eyes now. Skyler’s eyes were probably reflecting the same.

Bracing himself with his hands on Trevor’s thighs, he leaned over to kiss him. When he pulled back, he looked at the ring again, but this time it made him pout. “I feel like a jerk now for not getting you anything.”

“You weren’t supposed to.”

“Neither were you, but you cheated,” he said, pointing his finger at Trevor.

“Do you want me to take it back?” Trevor asked teasingly as he pretended to reach for the ring.

He jerked his hand away. “Don’t you dare. You gave it to me. It’s mine now. No takebacks.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” Trevor reached for his hand, slower this time, and held it. “I wouldn’t take my heart back even if I could. It’s yours.”

“Good. And mine’s yours too, you know.”

“I know,” Trevor said.

Then Trevor kissed him, and Skyler only pulled away this time when he needed oxygen, which was such a pesky thing, really. Imagine how much more time they could spend kissing if they didn’t need to breathe.

He held out his hand to admire the ring some more. And if he was imagining what it would look like if he moved it over one finger… well, nobody needed to know that. Not yet.

“So since you’re wearing a bow,” Trevor said, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, “does that meanyou’remy present and I get to unwrap you?”

Skyler grinned. “I think by the rules of Christmas, you’re legally required to.”

Trevor took his time unwrapping his present.

The intensely hungry look in his eyes when he finally had Skyler naked told Skyler there was a good chance they weren’t going to make it down to dinner on time. But that was okay. They’d be getting their fill right here.

TREVOR

They were definitely runninglate for dinner.

Trevor and Skyler had both received a very blunt text from Oli.Will your dicks ever get tired enough that you fuckers can come down and join the rest of us?

While Skyler finished primping, Trevor, already dressed in a pair of jeans and a maroon button-up shirt, responded.You should spend less time thinking about me and Skyler’s dicks.

Then he smiled as he thought of the way Skyler had reached down and jerked himself off while Trevor was three fingers deep inside of him about an hour ago. Normally, he wanted full responsibility for getting Skyler off. But he’d been too distracted by Skyler’s other hand where it rested above his groin, rubbing over the sparse hair there. Distracted, more specifically, by the ring on his finger. The physical representation that this gorgeous boy was his. That they belonged to each other.

So it had taken him by surprise when Skyler suddenly came with a loud groan, but neither that nor the fact that Trevor’s hand was cramping made him quit what he was doing. Skyler whined that he was too sensitive, but Trevor knew how quickly his body would be ready to go again. He only slowed down his fingers, gave him time to readjust to the feel of them, and sure enough, Skyler was soon begging for more.

Trevor had scissored his fingers, curled them, pressed deliberately on the spot inside of his boyfriend that made him gasp as if he’d died and suddenly been brought back to life. He even managed to slip his pinky in beside the othersuntil he had Skyler mewling desperately. And he didn’t give in and fuck Skyler when he begged for it. Trevor’s own dick had been throbbing at this point, but there was something so immensely satisfying about knowing he could take Skyler apart this way, with only his fingers. He loved taking him apart, and he especially loved putting him back together again.

When Skyler had come the second time, he’d shouted and clenched so hard around Trevor’s hand that he thought he’d never be able to remove it. He’d also wondered if that would be such a bad thing. Might make performing onstage kind of awkward, he supposed.

Coming down from his high, Skyler had insisted he couldn’t move and urged Trevor to straddle his chest and fuck his mouth. And well. Trevor liked to think he had pretty strong willpower, but who on Earth could be strong enough to resist an invitation like that?

Finally emerging from the bathroom now, Skyler looked so dazzling in his skintight black jeans, black ankle boots, and slightly sparkly red and silver striped sweater that Trevor couldn’t help but give him one more kiss before they stepped out into the hall. Then he had to remind himself there were other people staying in this hotel besides the band and their crew. He had to keep his hands to himself no matter how badly he wanted to push Skyler into the wall and slide his palms underneath that sweater as they waited for the elevator.

At the restaurant, the hostess led them over to a private back room where their party sat around a long table. It looked like everyone had already ordered drinks and appetizers without them. Oli loudly cheered their arrival, but thankfully he didn’t say anything about what he’d correctly assumed they were doing.

As they sat down, Trevor noticed the beers in front of Jermaine and Noah and raised his eyebrows.

Jermaine grinned. “Drinking age is eighteen here. Might as well take advantage of it.”

Trevor glanced nervously toward Christian, but Noah said, “It’s fine. We asked him. He said as long as we don’t make fools of ourselves. So it’s a good thing Oli’s not old enough.”

“It’s not fair,” Oli said, sulking at his water glass.