“Right about what? We’re both fully committed to the band, and we’re doing everything we’re supposed to. That’s all she wants from us.”
“I guess,” Trevor said noncommittally.
Skyler shifted forward, erasing the space Trevor had created. “So then what are you waiting for?”
For a moment it looked like Trevor was going to lean in. When he didn’t, Skyler did. Moving close enough that he could feel Trevor’s breath on his face.
Trevor’s eyes were conflicted as he pulled back. “Sky. Are you sure this is… that we can… um. You know I’m older than you.”
He fought not to roll his eyes. Because Trevor’s voice lacked conviction. Like he was only grasping at straws now, trying to convince himself not to do something he’d already admitted he wanted to do. And Skyler wasn’t having it. “You’rebarelyolder than me. Who cares?”
"But. Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He’d never been surer of anything. “Please don’t think of me as some innocent kid you’re taking advantage of.”
Trevor frowned. Like he wasn’t really thinking that. Like the age thing was just an excuse.
“Please,” Skyler said again.
He took Trevor’s hand, relieved when Trevor let him. And when Trevor sighed, so quietly he would have missed it if he wasn’t so attuned to every molecule of Trevor’s being, he knew he’d been right. Trevor wanted this. Skyler rubbed his thumb over Trevor’s wrist and felt the pulse racing underneath his skin. Whatever reasons Trevor thought were stopping them from being together didn’t matter as much as the fact that this was what they both wanted.
So Skyler smiled cheekily and gave it another shot. “Besides, you’ve never even been with a guy, so technically, I have more experience than you.”
Trevor’s forehead wrinkled. “I thought you’ve never…”
“No! I’ve never donethat. But at least I’ve kissed a guy before, so I think that qualifies me as the more experienced one in this situation. In fact, I’ve kissed more than one guy, and—”
Trevor cut him off with a palm over his mouth. “I don’t want to hear about you kissing any other guys.”
Skyler’s eyes widened and crossed as he tried to look down at Trevor’s hand. He had so many other points to make if Trevor needed more convincing. He could make a whole bullet point list.
But then.
Suddenly.
The hand was gone.
And before Skyler could say any of things flying through his head, Trevor was kissing him.
After all that debate, he’d expected their first kiss to be soft, slow, timid. But it was none of those things. Trevor kissed him like he was trying to devour him, and Skyler had never been so willing to be devoured. He was caught between the pillow behind his back and Trevor’s upper body, with Trevor’s leg pressed into his side, and he would happily stay here forever.
He gripped on to Trevor’s shirt anywhere he could reach and pulled Trevor down half on top of him as he lay back on the bed. Trevor let out a pleased sound into Skyler’s mouth, but then broke away.
“Nooo, come back,” Skyler whined, unashamed. Moving away was not good. He wanted Trevor even closer if that was possible. He wanted him everywhere.
As Trevor stared at him, the fire in his eyes faded to something softer. He reached out, his hand cradling Skyler’s face. He ran his thumb along his jawline. And then he leaned down, much slower this time, and gently pressed their mouths together again.
Yes!
After an eternity, Trevor brought his hand to Skyler’s thigh and started to slide it up, but then he hesitated. “Is this okay?”
“I feel like I should be asking you that,” Skyler said, making a breathless attempt at humor.
“Shut up,” Trevor told him.
He’d never been told to shut up so fondly.
He reached for Trevor’s hand, not removing it from his thigh, but holding it there. Squeezing it. “Yes. It’s okay. Anything you want is okay. Everything’s okay.”
