And well. There’s no other response to that but for him to stand and take Trevor’s hand, pulling him up from the couch. “Bedroom. Now.”
“It’s the middle of the day. Don’t tell me you’re tired.”
He shoots Trevor an unamused look for the joke, but then grins because Trevor’sjokingwith him. Trevor is happy. And when Trevor smiles back at him and allows Skyler to lead him away, Skyler’s probably the happiest he’s ever been.
The first time they ever had sex, Trevor topped, and Skyler never even considered it going the other way. The opposite is true now. He knows he’s going to fuck Trevor. Knows that when Trevor’s feeling vulnerable, it’s what he wants. And Skyler wants it too. He needs to take, and claim, and make sure Trevor understands exactly how much he belongs to him.
But that doesn’t mean it’ll be fast.
Once he’s gotten them both naked, he gently urges Trevor to roll over onto his stomach. There’s so much gorgeous skin for him to enjoy, but his eyes zero in on the tiny sun tattooed on Trevor’s ass. He can’t help himself. He needs to kiss it, nip at it, lick it.
He spends so much time on that one spot that Trevor eventually grows impatient, wriggling all around, trying to get him to divert his attention elsewhere. But Skyler’s not having it. He gets a firm grip on Trevor’s hips to hold him still, and then uses one hand to give his ass a quick, hard slap. Trevor gasps, the sun turns red, and heat blooms inside Skyler too. He remembers what a little bit of spanking will do to Trevor if he’s in the right mood.
He remembers everything.
And he intends to use it all to his advantage.
He gives the sun one more kiss—his sun—and then asks Trevor to turn over. Getting on top, he drinks in the ocean blue eyes staring up at him. How he survived so long without this, he doesn’t know.
Trevor reaches out, curling a hand around the back of Skyler’s neck and using it to bring him closer. Right before Skyler’s lips reach his, Trevor surges up to close the last couple inches between them. Skyler lets him control the kiss at first, but then he pulls away, pleased with the small whine that escapes Trevor’s lips as he does. He’s even more pleased with the moan he earns when he shifts down and sucks one of Trevor’s nipples into his mouth.
Making his way slowly down Trevor’s body, he uses his lips, his teeth, his nails to chart a course over Trevor’s chest and stomach. When he finally reaches his dick, it’s hard and begging for attention. He’s only barely gotten his mouth around the head when Trevor gasps and bucks up wildly, forcing himself farther into Skyler’s mouth.
“I’m sorry!” Trevor pants as Skyler pulls off. “Sorry, I didn’t—”
He sounds well on his way to delirious already, and Skyler shushes him gently. “It’s okay, don’t be sorry. I love how you react to me.”
Trevor makes a pitiful noise at that, but it’s music to Skyler’s ears.
He takes him back in his mouth, this time using one arm across Trevor’s hips to hold him down. Because as much as he doesn’t mind Trevor fucking his mouth—as much as he craves it sometimes—he needs to be completely in charge of making Trevor feel good right now. He presses the tip of his tongue against the sensitive spot underneath Trevor’s head, and as expected, it tears a broken moan from Trevor’s throat.
Skyler gets lost in it for a bit, the rush of knowing exactly how to drive Trevor crazy as he sucks and strokes. But then he stops, not wanting this to be over too soon. And he doesn’t only mean for Trevor. It’s been so long since he’s had this man underneath him, had him in his mouth, that Skyler’s worriedhemay actually come from this.
Just like the first time, he thinks with a wry smile.
He’s eager for more and knows Trevor’s ready for anything he’s willing to give him. Trevor props himself on his elbows and gazes at him when Skyler moves away from his dick. His eyes are lust-filled, but the amount of trust in them is amazing. Skyler can tell that, despite how desperate Trevor is, he’strusting Skyler to lead them, to make it good.
To make sure they do this right.
All of it.
He’s trusting in Skyler, and even in himself, that after this, everything will still be okay.
And it will be. It’ll be more than okay. Because they’re together again. For real. Even though in so many ways it feels inevitable, not like a choice at all…
It is.
They’re choosing each other.
Even though it got messy the first time, even though it fell apart and nearly destroyed him, Skyler is choosing Trevor again. He’ll choose him over and over again for the rest of time.
And he’s not as naïve as he was when he was eighteen, so this time he’s not expecting it to be perfect. But Trevor and him. Together now.
It’s going to be something great.
Trevor whimpers, and it’swhat’s next?andmoreandplease.
The sweet sound spurs Skyler into action. He hops off the bed and rummages in the bottom drawer of the nightstand, praying he has what he needs there. Grinning triumphantly when he finds a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, he tosses them on the bed beside Trevor’s thigh.
