Tomatowas probably better to think thanpink poodle. Trevor kept that to himself. In fact, he stayed out of it altogether, watching Sky struggle with himself in front of a perplexed G.G.
Trevor scooted back, then sat on the couch, Miss Delilah sunning herself somewhere above him. He might have been smiling, but couldn’t have said what kind of smile it was.
“Did Trevor warn you about me?” Sky asked G.G., drifting closer than he might have realized.
G.G. shook his head. “Warn me? No, the opposite of that. I would have said upsell, but now I see he wasn’t exaggerating.”
Sky whined, biting his lip to stop it. Trevor, still stuck on Sky’s version of their first date, wondered if Sky was thinking about what he would have done if he’d met G.G. then too.
Waited for Trevor to herd both of them toward this, most likely, while trying to herd Trevor in his own way, with “jokes” and acting like a brat.
“I’m…. It’s good that you can do what I can’t,” Sky admitted in a whisper, possibly not wanting Trevor to hear. Trevor glanced away, offering more privacy too late to do any good. “…Say things like that. Anyway, I think this meeting went okay. You aren’t going to hide from Trevor now or anything?”
G.G. paused for long enough for Trevor to decide to look back at the two of them. G.G. shook his head.
“And you’ll help me take care of him when he needs it?” Sky pressed.
“Really?” Trevor demanded, a crack in his voice.
Sky looked at Trevor for a second, his gaze warm. “Margaret is worried he’ll devote all his time and energy to this… tous… and none to himself. So we have to ensure he doesn’t.”
Well now Trevor knew what his grandma wanted to talk to G.G. about.
“I… noticed,” G.G. said, surprising him and possibly Sky as well. “He does need that. It didn’t seem my place, but I did try.”
“Oh, good boy,” Sky praised him excitedly. “Yes, that’s exactly it. You’ll keep being good to my Brian Trevor, won’t you? Even when I’m not around?” He wasn’t asking. His tone, while not stern, allowed no argument.
G.G.’s eyes went wide.
Sky’s eyes went wide to match a second later. He jerked his head away, glancing to Trevor, looking about as stunned as G.G. did… and about as turned on.
Trevor sat back against the cushions, spreading his legs before sliding a hand over his thigh.
“Um,” Sky said brilliantly, turning to G.G.
“Yes,” G.G. agreed, voice lower.
Sky let out a shaky breath before whining to Trevor. “Trevor?”
Trevor thought he should be more surprised. But he wasn’t. He was smug, and hot, and something beyond proud. He closed his hands into fists and shifted, aroused but not intending to do anything about it.
“Would you like to take care of G.G. too, Sky?” He could have out-purred Miss Delilah. “A little?”
Sky bit his lip.
“Sky,” Trevor prompted, not amused.
“I don’t know,” Sky confessed breathlessly. “Maybe, I think.”
Trevor opened one hand. “Then go ahead, if he wants you to.”
Sky spun toward G.G. to say, snapping and fierce. “If you’re good to him, I’ll be so good to you.”
G.G. shivered. “I did offer to get out of the way,” he said, his voice huskier than before.
Trevor scoffed quietly to himself.
“But yes?” Sky was nearly toe to toe with G.G. “You, ah, you said you weren’t up for the idea today, and this has been emotional enough. But I….Trevor,” he complained.
