“Why?” Cue the wrinkled brow. “I mean, are you sure? We don’t have to. I’m not expecting you to be…”
“Be what?” Trevor asked harshly.Okay. Himself. Normal.
Skyler frowned. “I’m only saying it’s all right if you’re not up for that right now.”
He tried not to roll his eyes. He knew how much Skyler cared, but he hated being treated like he was fragile. Especially by him. “I’m the one who told you to fuck me,” he reminded him. “That’s what I want.”
“But—”
“You know what? Forget it. I’m tired, I should go to sleep.” He slid until he was lying down and rolled over, facing away from Skyler, hoping to end the conversation there.
But Skyler clumsily crawled over his body, kneeing him in the side in the process, and lay down beside him. “Wait, no. If you want to, we can—I mean, if you’re tired, that’s fine too. But if you want me to—”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, cutting him off again. And then, to iron out Skyler’s wrinkled brow, he added more nicely, “Please. I want you to.”
“Okay, of course,” Skyler said. “Anything you want. You know I’ll give you anything.”
He knew. He also knew he was sort of manipulating him. Taking advantage of Skyler’s desire to make him happy and using it to get him to do something that clearly went against Skyler’s better judgement.
But Trevor didn’t need good judgment rightnow. He needed this.
As Skyler began to kiss him, though, Trevor could still sense his caution. Not exactly treating Trevor like he was breakable anymore—more like a bomb ready to detonate with one wrong move.
He didn’t want to be a bomb.
He threw himself into the kissing. They were good at this. He loved this. This was something he could do blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back—he had, in fact, done it that way on one memorable occasion. So he didn’t need to think about anything. He could be normal.
It wasn’t until Skyler had stripped him naked and worked a couple fingers inside him that Trevor’s brain started firing off warning signals.Danger. Danger. You are not okay.
But he didn’t say anything. He wanted Skyler to keep going. Because he wanted to stop thinking and feel something good, and he knew Skyler could get him there.
While Skyler fucked him, he did stop thinking, but he didn’t feel anything good. He didn’t feel anything at all.Numb. Nothing. Numb. Blank. Blank.
He lay there impassively with Skyler on top of him trying his hardest. If Skyler noticed something was wrong, he didn’t say anything. Kept going steadily. His eyes bore into Trevor’s, but Trevor barely saw him.
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.
“Are you okay?”
He blinked up at Skyler, whose hips had stilled. Skyler’s hand was loosely holding Trevor’s softening dick and Trevor’s stomach was sticky. They’d both come and he hadn’t even noticed.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Thanks.”
Skyler’s brow wrinkle was back, so Trevor craned his neck up to kiss him.
Skyler rolled off him and said, “Let me grab a washcloth to clean you up.”
He nodded and waited there, not moving. Not like there was anywhere for him to go. After Skyler came back and gently wiped him down with the damp cloth, Trevor told him again that he was tired, and this time when he turned onto his side, Skyler got behind him and wrapped Trevor tightly in his arms.
It was nice.
Or it would have been, if only he was capable of feeling anything.
SKYLER
