“What are you doing?” Trevor asked sleepily.
Skyler hummed against his skin, then urged him to roll onto his back. “Thanking you for being the most amazing boyfriend ever.”
He reached up to push some of Skyler’s hair behind his ear. “You don’t have to keep doing that.”
Rather than replying, Skyler dove under the covers and took Trevor into his mouth. And fuck. They could talk about this after.
Ten minutes later, as Trevor’s heart rate began returning to normal, he rolled onto his side, mirroring Skyler. “Hey,” he said softly. “Seriously, how long do you plan to keep thanking me for bringing your family here?”
Skyler leaned in to kiss his shoulder. “Hmm. I guess until you do the next amazing thing, and then I’ll have to thank you for that.”
The endless gratitude made Trevor squirm a little. He’d only done something nice for his boyfriend, the same way anyone else would. He didn’t deserve to be praised a hundred times for it.
Sometimes he worried that Skyler had this idealized image of him in his head that he wouldn’t always be able to live up to. It was a lot of pressure, even if Skyler didn’t mean to make him feel that way.
“All right, shower time,” Skyler announced as he sat up. “Lots to do.”
Trevor forced himself to sit up too. They had the entire day off today, and Skyler had a list of places he wanted to go. He wanted to walk around enjoying the city, since they’d been away so long.
Skyler jumped out of bed with more energy than Trevor could muster at the moment. He was still recovering from having his brain sucked out through his dick. Skyler reached for his hand like he was going to pull him up, but then out of nowhere, the unmistakable sound of rain broke out loudly.
Skyler rushed to the window, pushing down one of the slats in the blinds to peer outside. “It’s raining.”
“Yeah, I kind of got that.”
“It’s not supposed to rain,” Skyler whined. “It never rains.”
Grabbing his phone, Trevor checked the weather forecast. “Looks like it’s going to rain all day. I’m sorry, baby.”
“Well, obviously it’s your fault,” Skyler said, coming back to sit beside him.
He was clearly joking, but Trevor stared at his phone, like if he tried hard enough, maybe hecouldcontrol the weather for him. When it didn’t work, he sighed in frustration. “It just sucks we got stuck with crappy weather for our day off. I know you were excited to go out.”
The rain was beating down even more furiously outside now, but Skyler smiled dreamily and ran his thumb along Trevor’s jaw. “It doesn’t matter if it’s gloomy out, because you’re my sun.”
Trevor laughed. “I’m what?”
“You,” Skyler said, placing a kiss at the top of his cheekbone, “your smile, your face.” He kissed higher now, at Trevor’s temple, his thumb still stroking. “Everything about you. You’re like the freaking sun.”
He took Skyler’s hand from his face and pressed a kiss into his palm, mostly in an attempt to hide his blush.
“You can’t try to hide it,” Skyler told him. “Just accept it. You’re the sun.”
When Trevor met Skyler’s eyes, they were twinkling beautifully for him. So he said, “If I’m the sun, then you’re the stars. You’re alwayssparkling.”
Skyler grinned as he leaned in to kiss him. They were both ridiculous. The cheesiest idiots in the world. Trevor knew it, but he didn’t care.
As they sat in bed trying to decide if they wanted to brave the rain, Trevor received an email on his phone. The tattoo artist he’d contacted had sent him the sketch for his next piece. He fought to keep his face neutral because he wanted to surprise Skyler with it. But Skyler, too observant, gave him a curious look and demanded to know what was up. He didn’t quit trying to wrestle Trevor for his phone until Trevor gave in and showed him the relatively simple drawing of a house.
He'd been inspired by their conversation in Sweden about being a home for each other, and he knew by the awed expression on Skyler’s face that he understood the meaning right away.
What he didn’t expect was for Skyler to say, “I want one too.”
Trevor’s phone was still clutched tightly in Skyler’s hand, so he reached for it back, glancing again at the picture. “You want us to get matching tattoos?”
“No, not matching. Maybe like complementary? Like we could each get part of it?”
“Not sure what you mean.”
