Trevor set his hand on Skyler’s arm where it was wrapped around his stomach. The comfortable weight of it acted as an anchor, keeping Trevor from floating off into an anxiety spiral. “It is. I just need… God, I don’t know.”
“What?” Skyler whispered, lips brushing the back of Trevor's neck, he was so close. “What do you need? You have to tell me so I can give it to you. Anything you need.”
“I need you.”
Skyler laughed gently, the sweetest sound. “Well, that’s easy.”
He brought his mouth to the side of Trevor’s neck and started kissing. Softly at first, then with more insistence. Trailed his mouth up to nip at his earlobe, then back down to bite harder. He tightened his arm around Trevor’s waist as he sucked what was sure to become a hickey into his neck. And it was far too hot for turtlenecks, but Trevor would never tell him to stop.
Skyler’s nails raked down his chest now, and it was perhaps a little embarrassing how a couple minutes of neck sucking and a little scratching was all it took to get Trevor completely hard. But there was evidence poking into the back of his thigh telling him Skyler was in the same state.
Skyler detached from his neck to murmur, “Love you.”
“I love you too.”
“You know I’m yours,” Skyler said. “I’m only yours. I’ll only ever want to be yours.”
Trevor nodded, unable to find his voice. He did know it. Skyler always made that clear. But suddenly it wasn’t enough to know Skyler was his. Right now, he needed to know thathewas Skyler’s. And that didn’t make sense, because of course he was. He knew in his heart that he was.
But the rest of his body wanted tofeelit too.
He couldn’t help but chase the feeling he craved, pushing his ass back purposefully into Skyler’s hardness.
Skyler sucked in a sharp breath. And then—“Do you want me to?”
He froze. He knew exactly what Skyler meant. And he knew what he wanted. But asking for it? Actuallygettingit? That was a little nerve-wracking.
“Trev.” Skyler’s kind voice broke through his panic. “It’s okay. It’s okay if you want me to, and it’s okay if you don’t.”
“Yes,” he said quickly. Because the idea that he didn’t want it was just wrong. “I want, um.Yes.”
“All right,” Skyler whispered, lips tickling the back of Trevor’s neck again. “Can you grab the lube for me?”
Trevor didn’t know how he could sound so calm. He reached for the nightstand where he’d set it earlier, always prepared, and when he passed the bottle back to Skyler, his hands were trembling. “Just… can you go slow? I’ve never done it before.”
Skyler squeezed his hip so fucking gently. “I know. I’ve got you. You’re my sun. Going to make it feel so good for you.”
He believed him. Because he was sure there was nothing this amazing boy couldn’t do.
He forced himself not to tense up when Skyler’s first slick finger pushed slowly inside of him. They’d never even done this part before, and it was different, but it only took a minute before he was melting into the sensation. Skyler spent an eternity stretching him, and even when Trevor was sure he must be ready, Skyler wriggled his way down the bed and began licking at his hole like it was ice cream and he needed to satisfy his sweet tooth.
Trevor’s every nerve ending was electrified. It was almost too much, but he never wanted it to stop. That was, until he lost all his dignity and started begging to be fucked. “Now, in me now. Please, need it, please.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled Skyler on top of him, because he wanted it to be this way, face to face.
When Skyler lined himself up and began to press in, Trevor worried this might be impossible, even though he wanted it so badly. Even though he’d done it to Skyler countless times, and Skyler always made it obvious how much he enjoyed it. But Skyler had the patience of a saint as he petted his side and whispered encouragement in his ear, and before Trevor knew it, he’d taken all of him.
And it was good. It was so good, and he was so in love with this boy, and they belonged together, they fit perfectly, and they’d never be anyone else’s.
“You’re so perfect for me,” Skyler told him as he gave Trevor everything.
“Yours,” Trevor said.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
Trevor was vaguely aware that he’d turned into a needy mess. He’d thought that being loved by Skyler was overwhelming, but being fucked by him? It was on a whole other level.
