Sky was smug. “I’m wearing mine.” But then he sighed like a forlorn Romeo. “Did you know you can use a machine at the pet food store to make pet tags? You can even make one that saysGigi Babyon a tiny metal heart.”
Trevor grinned. That meant Sky had exactly that tag in his possession now and fully intended to clip it to the front of G.G.’s collar.
G.G.’s eyes were wide.
“Pretty baby,” Sky cooed at him without even seeing him, as if knowing G.G. was pink and speechless.
“G.G., if you’d like to have one made for Sky, say the word,” Trevor assured him, still grinning when Sky sputtered. As if Sky hadn’t been looking at those tags for himself. Trevor wasn’t fooled.
A tag shaped like a cat’s head, maybe, that readSmart Boy Skyor something. Sky would insist he wasn’t a catboy, and then flush and give in the second Trevor set the tag in place.
“I’m sorry. I still don’t understand,” G.G. murmured, staring at Trevor in disbelief. The disbelief could have been at having two boyfriends, or almost boyfriends, which still overwhelmed him at random moments. Or it could have been at having ‘a Dom and a half,’ as Sky called them, after years of no one. That also seemed to stun G.G. from time to time, like it occurred to him all over again and he didn’t know what to do.
More reassurance was in order, Trevor decided, resolving to skim some of the highlighted sections of his books later before making an entry in G.G.’s notebook.
“Ugh. I can’t with him,” Sky murmured, clearly intending G.G. to hear.
The backwards compliment made G.G. stand up straighter.
“You’re just as bad, Sky,” Trevor remarked, carrying on over Sky’s gasp, “But that’s because neither of you understand how it feels for me to know you’re mine. It’s… almost too much. But I’m not giving you up.”
He wondered if that was crossing a line. It might have been. But if so, it wasn’t much of one.
G.G. sank back down into his seat. He blinked several times, then reached up to touch the collar that wasn’t there.
Sky was silent except for his breathing. “Oh,” was all he finally said.
“Oh,” Trevor echoed, only slightly mocking. He meant what he said. They both should know that by now. But he was a little faint with it all too. “And if you think Nancy or her kids won’t like you…. I doubt that. But if they do, they get bounced, simple as that.” Trevor had never bounced anyone but he’d figure it out. “This is our neighborhood and I want it to be a friendly place, a good place. And that includes adoring Sky and thinking he’s the bee’s knees, and being a bit in awe of G.G. and his magic house.”
“Cannot believe I’m in love with you,” Sky muttered. He was probably smiling though.
G.G. definitely was, a slight, almost hidden thing.
Trevor pretended he wasn’t lit up inside by getting to his feet and cracking some joints as he stretched. He grabbed the hand-drawn invitation off the table before stepping over to the side of G.G.’s chair to hand him the phone and then idly draw his fingers through G.G.’s hair.
“Are you going to make something to bring to the party?” he heard Sky ask G.G. after G.G., breathing harder, informed him he wasn’t on speaker anymore. “I can’t. The best I can do is bring crackers or chips.”
“I can… I can walk you through preparing something,” G.G. offered, the most giving, loving creature currently on Mulberry.
Sky must have agreed. “Okay.” That was shy. Then he was less shy. “But I’ll want to fuck you in your kitchen the second you get all competent and sexy in there. We should get that out of the way first. It’s been weeks. Please, G.G.”
G.G. looked up to Trevor.
Trevor traced the shell of G.G.’s ear. “That’s a very good idea, smart boy. We can take turns with him.”
The back of G.G.’s neck was hot to the touch. He’d need more sunblock soon.
Trevor petted his shivering Gigi baby while listening to G.G. clear his throat and probably try to remember they were in Trevor’s grandmother’s garden and she was not all that far away.
“I would like that,” G.G. finally said in hardly more than a murmur, telling them what Trevor, at least, already knew. “You both… I….” He didn’t or couldn’t finish.
Sky asked, “We’re being too much?”
Trevor stroked G.G.’s neck soothingly. “Whenever you’re ready, poodle. There’s no rush.”
Some, though not all, of the tension left G.G.’s shoulders.
“I…” G.G. still tried, struggling like Sky before Trevor forced words out of him.
