Page 79 of Trevor Takes Care


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G.G. raised his eyebrows nearly to his hairline and glanced to Trevor. Trevor gestured emphatically at him. If G.G. hadn’t already been flushed, that revelation might have done it again.

“And I can see you like him,” Sky continued on, drawing G.G.’s eyes back to him. “But also… it’s annoying.” Sky crossed his arms. “Like. You already make him better. You give him confidence. I can’t do that. I can’t even,” he lowered his voice, “say the things I’m supposed to say.”

“It’s a work in progress.” Trevor leaned over to take Sky’s hand and give it a kiss.

Sky gaped at him for a moment, his face starting to grow flushed now too.

G.G. coughed delicately. “That’s… that’s just different needs. Probably. I don’t know the details, but people want different things from a Dominant.” Sky clearly hadn’t experienced G.G.’s sudden directness yet and was too taken aback to manage a response. G.G. studied him. “Do you like it when he makes you say things? I mean if he does.”

The way Sky shifted in his seat was not casual. “Yes.”

G.G. cocked his head to the side. “Does he reward you for it?”

Sky’s squirm would be obvious even to G.G. “Yes.”

G.G. held out a hand, palm up, his fingers shiny with butter. “Then that can be part of your time together. It doesn’t have to be the same for everyone.”

Sky breathed, in and out, slowly and carefully. He gave Trevor a quick, guilty sideways glance, then went back to gazing at G.G. “Be like that then.” It would have been a snarl if he hadn’t been nearly giddy.

When G.G. looked to Trevor in confusion, Trevor discreetly gestured that it was fine. G.G. only seemed more confused. Trevor wondered what he looked like, watching Sky fall under someone else’s spell for once. But he held up a finger, signaling for G.G. to wait.

Sure enough, after some fidgeting, Sky expelled a breath and then said loftily, “G.G., I hear you have some books I will like.”

“Most of them are in the living room,” G.G. replied, baffled but almost smiling. “Do you want to go look at them?”

Sky poked through G.G.’s copy ofThe Silmarillionfor probably ten minutes, looking up every minute or so to say, “He’s madenotes, Trevor,” or “This edition has a typo and he found it.” Trevor puttered around G.G.’s dining room and kitchen, straightening up and washing dishes, keeping an eye on the two of them from a distance.

Miss Delilah wandered into the living room after a while, curious about the noise from the strange human she didn’t know, and made a show of watching Sky from one of the perches on the cat tree.

The cat tree had distracted Sky for another few minutes. He traced the grooves and patterns in the wood with his fingertips in between offering his hand to Miss Delilah to sniff until he was finally permitted a small scritch under her chin.

She jumped away after that, upsetting Sky until he realized she was heading for the sunny perch in the window and it wasn’t a rejection.

Sky went back to the books then, studying old, dinged copies of classics and genre books with narrowed eyes until he found the row ofStar Trekpaperbacks. He gasped, picked up two, and then plopped down on the purple ottoman to flip through them.

Trevor returned to the living room to check on G.G., who stood awkwardly by his unused fireplace, watching Sky invade his bookshelves.

“Where did you get them all? The books?” Trevor asked to distract G.G.

G.G. tore his gaze away from Sky—or Sky handling his precious paperbacks. “Some I’ve had since childhood. The rest… library book sales. Garage sales. That sort of thing.”

“You go to garage sales?” Trevor got some nice comics at a yard sale once, but it had been ages ago. “Okay, I unironically love that.”

Sky poked his head up, glasses near the tip of his nose. “These are books I read at the public library as a kid,” he revealed, not adding,waiting for my parents to remember me and pick me upbut Trevor heard it. “It never occurred to me to go looking for them now. This is… aaaah your house is magic. Trevor was right. I hate it. I can never do creative things.”

He made a distressed face, then returned to flipping through hisTrekpaperbacks.

“He doesn’t hate it,” Trevor translated, though it didn’t take long in knowing Sky to realize that Sky could express affection and his desires backwards.

“I get why Trevor was nervous to approach you, G.G.,” Sky said without looking up. “You’re hot, and you’re older, and experienced, and you have established tastes, and you’ve learned things I am just now realizing. Aaaah. I want to sit in that cat tree for some reason.”

“Maybe you could get some chairs in your apartment, Sky,” Trevor suggested. “Like a big, comfy one to put in a window to—oh, wait.” Sky might not need to decorate his apartment now. Not if he wanted to move back here.

“You don’t have furniture?” G.G. latched onto that, horror in his voice. “Do you need some?”

Trevor was tickled. There was no other word for the trickles of light in his chest and the bubble of laughter he had to keep in his throat.

Sky flapped a hand distractedly. “My environment doesn’t really matter to me.”