Lane didn’t bring it up again until they were getting ready for bed.
“What are you going to tell him if he asks?” Lane wondered as Trevor finished washing his face.
He’d still been kinda inhabiting the other bathroom and other bedroom, but after their conversation a few days ago, he’d stopped worrying about how much space he was taking up and just finished moving the rest of his stuff in.
The guest bedroom closet was a good overflow for his clothes, but other than that, Trevor had finished staking his claim on his half of Lane’s personal spaces.
“If who asks?”
Lane huffed out a breath. “If Tom asks if we’re . . . well, you know.”
Trevor couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him. “If we’reyou know?”
“Shut up,” Lane said, but he sounded endeared and his eyes were undeniably fond as he gazed at Trevor who was snuggling under the blankets.
“Maybe I just want you to say it,” Trevor said. Wondered, with a sudden painful clutch of his heart, that maybe Lanecouldn’t.
But he wants this,Trevor reminded himself.He’s wanted this for so long.
“Okay,” Lane said smoothly, “what are you going to say if Tom asks if we’re together?”
“If you’re my boyfriend?” Trevor asked, enjoying the way Lane’s face lit up at the word. The opposite of how he’d worried Lane might react if he used that word. After all, Lane had never had a boyfriend before. Of course, neither had Trevor.
“Yeah,” Lane said, and shuffled closer on the mattress, tipping his forehead against Trevor’s.
“I don’t know,” Trevor admitted.
“You don’t want to lie,” Lane stated, and Trevor shook his head. He didn’t, heneverdid, lying was definitely not something he ever enjoyed, but about this? About something as important as Lane had become to him?
“I mean, I guess I don’t want to either,” Lane said slowly.
“Even if it’s faster than you’re comfortable with?”
Lane shrugged. “It already feels like I’ve spent too long not being honest.”
“I guess we’ll cross that bridge if we come to it,” Trevor murmured. Pressed a quick kiss to Lane’s mouth.
But Lane had other thoughts on his mind than a brief good-night kiss. His hand slid around the back of Trevor’s neck and pulled him in for a longer, hotter, much more leisurely kiss.
“What do you think?” Trevor said, a little dazed when Lane finally pulled back.
“I think,” Lane said seriously, “that you should call me your boyfriend again, and we should definitely have sex about it.”
Trevor swallowed hard, cock thickening in his boxer briefs. “Yeah, boyfriend.”
Then Lane’s mouth covered his again, and that was the last talking—the lastthinking—that Trevor did for quite awhile.
Chapter 13
Trevorthoughthewastotally under control andnotfreaking out about their dinner, but the moment Lane came out of his closet, wearing a slim-cut suit that hugged all his muscles just right, Trevor felt desperate. Hot under the collar.
Sure that he was going to give something away.
“You look flushed,” Lane said, glancing over at him as they took the elevator down.
He hadn’t even put his coat on—a thick wool number that he’d known he’d need for the ridiculous January weather in Toronto but now he was actually looking forward to the blast of frigid air awaiting them. Maybe he’d actually cool down before they saw their parents.
“I’m fine,” Trevor said, even as he dug his phone out and sent a frantic text to the rookie chat.Fuck, fuck, fuck, why does Lane look so good? I’m gonna end up slobbering all over him during dinner IN FRONT OF OUR PARENTS.
