The band’s popularity exploded quickly after they came onto the music scene. Now in the middle of Boys Will Be Boys’ second world tour, the speculation about these two supposed best friends has grown. Fans of the pairing have even coined a moniker for the alleged couple by mashing up their names—Blue Skies.
But is this nonsense? We find it hard to believe James and Blue are really a couple, though it’s hard to ignore the growing faction of the band’s fanbase who insist it’s true. Just check out #BlueSkies on any social media platform and you’ll see how prevalent this theory has become. Fans have even taken to posting their own videos to YouTube, made up of clips from Boys Will Be Boys interviews and concerts, highlighting moments they see as “proof” these bandmates are, in fact, in love with each other.
James and Blue certainly wouldn’t be the first gay boybanders in history, but theywouldbe the first that we know of to date each other. While we aren’t trying to lend credibility to this Blue Skies theory, we are here to say that the truth will come out eventually. And we’ll be here eagerly waiting for it along with everyone else.
Chapter Twenty
Before
SKYLER
Skyler was so excitedto be back on tour, playing even bigger venues than the first one and singing new songs—songs he’d helped write, and songs Trevor had written forhim. The part he didn’t like was never having enough alone time with his boyfriend. Shit, for the last two weeks he hadn’t even had much alone time with his own hand, and he washorny.As. Fuck.
So he couldn’t be blamed for dragging Trevor back to their dressing room while they were supposed to be somewhere else in this venue closer to the stage, waiting for their cues.
Trevor sucked in a breath as Skyler palmed his ass roughly, his other hand rucking up the bottom of Trevor’s shirt. “Hey, we’re on in fifteen minutes. We don’t have time.”
Skyler raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
Trevor chuckled, making a weak attempt at pushing him away. “No, it’s a fact. Come on, stop.”
“Ugh, I can’t,” he whined. “I want you.”
He wanted Trevor’s strong hands all over him, holding, groping, probing, anything.
“I want you too,” Trevor said. “Always. But we have thirty-thousand fans out there waiting to watch us perform.”
“You want to invite ‘em back here?” he joked, as he reached for the fly of Trevor’s jeans. “We can let them watchyouperform.”
Trevor groaned. “You’re the worst.”
“Do you really want me to stop?”
“I—” Trevor’s eyes widened when Skyler slipped a hand down the front of his boxers and wrapped it around him. “You’re not playing fair.”
He shrugged, unconcerned with fair at the moment, and frankly, finding it hard to think of anything but getting them both naked and getting Trevor inside him.
“We’re on in fifteen minutes,” Trevor reminded him again, but he was no longer putting up any semblance of a fight. Nails dug into Skyler’s biceps as Trevor thrust into his hand.
“We’ve got time. And even if we miss our entrance, what are they going to do? Boys will be boys, right?”
Trevor raised a skeptical eyebrow, but Skyler knew he’d won when Trevor started frantically trying to undo Skyler’s jeans. They were tight as hell, so he struggled a minute with getting them down past Skyler’s thighs. Before Skyler could gloat over his victory, he found himself swiftly flipped around and bent over the back of the couch.
Trevor bit down on his shoulder, and Skyler hissed in pain but loved every second of it. Then Trevor kissed over the spot and said, “Boys will be fucking boys.”
When Skyler heard voicesin the hotel hallway right outside his door, he hurried to wipe his eyes, hoping to hide the fact that he’d been crying. Being on tour meant less privacy, less time for a breakdown. He rolled onto his side on the couch and tucked his phone underneath his hip right as the door opened.
Trevor strolled in, sweaty in a way that Skyler might appreciate at any other time. He took one look at Skyler and ran over to him. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Skyler shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
He felt foolish, really. Trevor had been hanging out with Oli and Noah in the parking lot, kicking a soccer ball around, and Skyler had stayed inside because it was hot out and his clumsy ass had no business trying to be sporty. Then he’d gotten bored and done something he knew he should never do.
Trevor sunk to his knees in front of the couch and gently tucked some of Skyler’s hair behind his ear. “It’s not nothing if you’re upset. Tell me please.”
Sighing, he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. Trevor got up to sit beside him in the space he’d made. “I Googled myself. And read the comments.”
“Oh no.”
