“Who the fuck else matters?” he scoffs.
That earns him a laugh.
Trevor shifts, pressing them together even more, hip to thigh. “This is so complicated. How are we supposed to start over when we’ve already been through so much together? It’s weird to say, ‘Hey, I like you, would you like to go on a date with me?’”
“Why do we have to start over? Can’t we just be where we are right now and go from here?”
“I have no idea,” Trevor says.
Skyler brings his hand up to Trevor’s temple. Trevor doesn’t have enough hair to tuck it behind his ear, but he goes through the motion anyway. “Look, we can do whatever you want. We can call it whatever you want. But I don’t think it’s really starting over if we never stopped loving each other.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“I understand you’re scared to fully let me in again, and I can’t see into the future, so I don’t know for sure that you won’t hurt me, or I won’t hurt you. But I can promise I’ll try my absolute hardest not to, and I know you will too. And I think we’re worth the risk.”
Trevor bites his lip, and Skyler holds his breath. He’s said everything he can say. He’s so ready for this, but he needs Trevor to get there too.
After an eternity, Trevor nods. “I think we’re worth it too.”
Hell fucking yes.
“So… ?” he prompts, trying not to let his enthusiasm take over his whole body.
“So… here we are?” Trevor offers.
Skyler grins. “Here we are.”
He needs to kiss him now. He doesn’t care anymore about waiting for Trevor to make the first move. Because it’s been fucking decided. They’re doing this.
But Trevor is the first to move anyway. He grabs Skyler by the back of the head, fingers twisting in his curls, and kisses him. Someone sighs into someone else’s mouth. They’re so connected he doesn’t even know which one of them did it. It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is this.
Skyler only breaks away long enough to say, “I’ve got to tell you, there’s absolutely nowhere else I’d rather be.”
And then they’re kissing some more.
After they’ve had their fill—for the moment, that is, because he’ll never completely get his fill of Trevor Blue, will always want more, and that’s okay—he climbs onto Trevor’s lap, sitting sideways again with his back resting on the arm of the couch. Trevor resumes playing with his hair. There doesn’t seem to be much intent behind it, but if he keeps tugging, Skyler won’t be responsible for what happens next.
“For the record,” Skyler tells him, “if we had to start over, I would. I’d do it all over again for you. The good, the not so good. Everything.”
“I would too,” Trevor says.
“Also for the record, yes, I’dloveto go on a date with you.”
Trevor catches the playful look on his face and laughs. “Not sure I asked you on one.”
He shrugs. “I’m pretty sure you said it somewhere in there.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to take you somewhere special.” Trevor holds up a finger when Skyler opens his mouth. “And if you say that going anywhere with me is special, I’ll…” He trails off, the threat entirely empty.
Skyler laughs.
“You’re a dork,” Trevor tells him.
“But I’m your dork.”
“Yeah,” Trevor says. “I guess you are.”
