Trevor smiled. “Mynerd.”
“Impossible,” Sky scoffed, tugging his hand out of Trevor’s only to immediately grab it again. “You thinkI’menough to woo him to our side?”
“Woo?” Trevor made a face at that word but didn’t argue becauseour sidemade him too happy. “Yeah.”
Sky bit his lip. “But I don’t do, like, food. Or decorating. Or pets, even.”
Trevor frowned. “I don’t expect everything from everyone?” It was half a question because he was confused. “Why would I?”
It earned him an intent look. “Does he expect that from you?”
Trevor swung their clasped hands. “G.G. doesn’t expect anything. He wouldlikesome attention. And I think he should be loved. But he won’t demand either even though he’s… he’s so hungry, Sky, exactly like you said.”
“Ugh, stop.” A flicker of a smile lit up Sky’s face. “It’s making me want to pet him and I don’t know him.”
Trevor resumed walking, breathing easier once Sky was. “Well, you do think he’s hot.”
“Because he is. Facts.” Sky swung their hands on his own, at least until they reached G.G.’s door. Then they both stood there, daring only to step onto the porch.
“I’m nervous too,” Trevor confessed quietly after finally knocking on the door. If his grandma hadn’t been so insistent, he might have admitted that sooner. This wasn’t just bodies. These were hearts Trevor was trying to keep. “It’s the height of arrogance to think I could have both of you.”
Sky glanced sharply up at him but then jolted and faced forward as the door opened.
G.G. was in jeans again, which still had to be a struggle for him to get into with his hand. His shirt was a long-sleeved undershirt that looked soft and had probably been easy to slip on. He met Trevor’s gaze and smiled, not a huge smile but also not guarded, and then he looked over to Sky and every emotion disappeared from his face except for the giveaway flood of color.
“Good… is it still morning?” If it was, it was only by a few minutes. “Well, good afternoon.” Trevor smiled as warmly at G.G. as he could when his whole chest was a bundle of cold nerves. “I got an unexpected visitor last night and I thought you should meet. We brought you pastries.”
“Pet treats?” Sky muttered, possibly sarcastic, possibly not. G.G.’s attention darted down to their hands, then to the pastry box, before returning to Trevor.
“Not the kind you got me,” Trevor pressed on with more determination. “I didn’t have time for a special order. But fresh croissants are always nice.” He was talking too much, like he had when he’d first started meeting with G.G. He’d thought then it had been the tension of being near a crush but now he thought it was to fill the silence that G.G. resolutely wasn’t filling. “G.G., as you might have guessed, this is Sky. Sky Coelho, this is Gregory Griffin—G.G.”
“Nice to meet you,” G.G. said with his perfect manners. He nodded at Sky but didn’t reach for the box of pastries. “You didn’t have to get me anything. But thank you for thinking of me.”
“Fuck,” Trevor said with feeling. Thankfully, he’d brought along a smart-boy wizard.
“He’s hotter in person,” Sky confided, a bit too loud for it to be secret.
G.G.’s startled focus turned to Sky, and whatever Sky’s expression told him made him look to Trevor with his eyes huge and bright over his ruddy cheeks. “I wasn’t really expecting visitors.”
“I know that, baby,” Trevor answered quietly, making G.G. and Sky’s breath catch in unison. “And I’m not expecting anything of you. But I thought you should meet. Partly because I would like it, but also because I think you’ll like it too.”
Something too small to be a frown brought G.G.’s eyebrows together. He glanced from Trevor to Sky, settling on Sky for one wary, worried second. “You don’t have to do all this. I told you what I expected. It’s okay if you want to be with Sky. I’m glad you two worked it out.”
The long sigh from Sky seemed to confuse and alarm G.G. even more.
“You did tell me that.” Trevor was soft. “You were very brave to do it. But I want to make you happy and this might help.”
Blushing or not, G.G. raised one eyebrow. “Oh? This is just for me?”
It was the first time he’d ever been sarcastic, but as strangely delightful as Trevor found it, sarcasm was about disguised hurt or anger. Or fear.
“You said there was room for more than one in my garden,” Trevor reminded him gently,sogently.
G.G. shot Trevor a wounded look.
“G.G.,” Sky broke in, “Brian Trevor has never been on the receiving end of Brian Trevor. He doesn’t know how scary he is.”
Trevor allowed himself a scowl. “I trynotto be scary.”
