He shrugged, jostling Skyler a bit. “I’m not sure. Let’s wait and see if our tour is a success first.”
“It will be,” Skyler assured him. “I understand the hesitation though. Sometimes I’m worried this could all go away as quickly as it came. But ouralbum’s been number one on the charts for a month. Fans line up outside the stations and start screaming as soon as they get a glimpse of us.”
“I know.”
Skyler squeezed his hip gently. “I think that means we made it.”
“We did, huh,” he agreed, voice going softer without his permission because of Skyler’s touch. Then he paused, concern suddenly slipping in. “When you say you’re afraid this could all go away, you don’t meanus, right?”
Skyler sat up again, a dreamy look taking over his face. “No. Never.”
When Skyler leaned in for a kiss, Trevor happily obliged him. He forgot what they were talking about as Skyler’s grip on his hip tightened and he nipped at Trevor’s bottom lip.
Then Skyler threw one leg over his lap to straddle him. They resumed making out until Skyler stopped to lean back and pull his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor beside the bed. He went for Trevor’s next, rucking it up his chest, short nails scraping a path along Trevor’s sensitive skin. Trevor lifted his arms to allow him to remove the shirt completely, and then Skyler attached his mouth to Trevor’s neck.
Trevor tangled one hand in Skyler’s waves, and when Skyler sucked hard on his neck, his grip involuntarily tightened. Skyler didn’t seem to mind, considering how he only sucked even harder. Then he started to switch it up, biting down with an achingly perfect amount of pressure before licking the spot to make it better. He was surely going to leave a mark. Trevor had enough presence of mind to consider how the makeup artist would have to cover it up tomorrow before their first show, but not enough willpower to make him stop.
He also didn’t have the willpower to make him stop when Skyler shimmied himself a bit down his legs so he could tug at the waistband of Trevor’s sweats. He lifted his hips to let Skyler pull them down his thighs. Skyler grinned excitedly, then hopped off him, working on getting his own pants off as Trevor finished removing his.
Their gazes flicked down, taking in the sight of each other in their underwear, no hiding how they were both hard. Then they locked eyes, and in a silent agreement, they stripped down completely.
Trevor couldn’t help but stare now. He’d seen Skyler naked before, but the sight was still overwhelming. He wanted him so badly. Wanted so much it was hard to think straight. He wanted to grab, and kiss, and bite, and pet.
Before he moved to do any of those things, Skyler turned shy, attempting to cover himself, andno, Trevor couldn’t have that. He reached for Skyler’s hand and one of his thighs, encouraging Skyler to straddle him again. When they kissed now it was sweeter at first, but quickly heated up until they were breathing harshly into each other’s mouths. Skyler rocked against him, his dick nudging into Trevor’s stomach with every forward motion of his hips.
Trevor wrapped his hands around Skyler’s slim waist and tugged him in even closer until their lengths slid satisfyingly against each other’s. He took them both in his hand, his finger and thumb not quite meeting, but it was okay. It was fucking great. Skyler gasped when he began stroking up and down. Trevor twisted his wrist at the base of their dicks and swept his thumb over their heads on the upstroke. He kept this up until a litany of wonderful little sounds spilled from Skyler’s mouth.
But then Skyler’s hand covered his. “Wait, stop. I don’t want to come like this.”
“You love to come like this,” Trevor countered. Because that was something he knew now. He knew all it took to make Skyler come apart for him.
So he kept jerking them off together, and Skyler’s hand dropped away as his eyes shut, head falling back. He let out the tiniest, prettiest moan. And then—“Want you to fuck me.”
Trevor’s hand stilled. He let go of them both, and Skyler, even though he’d asked him to stop, whined at the abruptness of it. When Skyler opened his eyes and stared at him, wide and pleading and unembarrassed, Trevor’s heart pounded wildly against his ribcage.
A million different feelings battled each other inside of him.
The strongest was pure, raw desire.
But something held him back.
“I—I think we should wait.”
“Why?” Skyler asked, eyes still wide and his hand curling delicately over Trevor’s shoulder, andgod, he was killing him.
“I just—I don’t—”
“You don’t want me,” Skyler said quietly, hunching over to make himself small.
“What?” Trevor shook his head violently, his hands finding Skyler’s sides and holding on as Skyler tried to scoot away from him. “No! How could youeven think that?” He hooked his finger under Skyler’s chin, gently requesting for him to look up. When he did, Trevor was ready to do anything to make the hurt in his eyes go away. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sometimes I swear I stop breathing when I look at you. Of course I want you.”
Skyler didn’t look entirely convinced, so Trevor gestured down to his crotch, where he was still semi-hard despite the serious conversation. “I mean,hello.”
That got a small laugh out of Skyler, but Trevor needed more, needed him to understand.
He wrapped his hand around the back of Skyler’s neck and let his thumb rub up and down the column of his throat. “I fucking want you. You have to believe that. But it’s a big step, and…” Oh hell, this was embarrassing. “Maybe I’m a little bit scared.”
“You’re scared?” Skyler sounded awed. “But you’ve slept with people before.”
