Chapter Six
T revor’s brain drifted toward consciousness.
His first thoughts were those of warmth and security.
He snuggled down in the fluffy pillow beneath his head, and rubbed his stomach.
His naked stomach? Wait a minute, where were his sleep clothes?
And if he was naked, why was he so blissfully warm?
Had the baseboard heater gone haywire? His bedroom was never warm upon waking.
Trevor’s arms snaked out of the blankets to do his normal morning full body stretch when his right hand encountered a large object blocking the way, then his left landed on another firm obstacle.
Huh? As he slowly tightened each muscle from his toes to his head, he encountered a delicious ache halfway up his body.
In the next instant, Trevor’s brain snapped into focus.
Niall, Matt, sex. Good sex. Rock his world sex.
His eyes flew open and as soon as they focused on his surroundings, he saw a large chandelier in the center of the room.
Trevor tilted his head to get a better view.
Some kind of intersecting glass panes composed it and gave the appearance of marble or maybe alabaster.
Whatever it was, it certainly did not belong in his apartment.
Trevor turned his head to the right and found Matt’s broad back.
Turning his head to the left, he smiled when he came face to face with Niall.
Niall’s long hair was a riot of dark lengths, covering his face.
Trevor eased the curtain to reveal Niall’s features.
The man scrunched up his nose, but slept on peacefully.
Trevor would have loved to languish the day away in bed, but Mother Nature called rather insistently.
He crept out of the blankets, trying not to disturb Matt and Niall’s covers, then crawled off the end of the bed.
Fortunately, it was a platform style without a footboard; otherwise he'd have a complicated ejection.
Trevor crossed the room to Niall’s en suite bathroom, where he was struck once again by the unique combination of casual luxury.
The showpiece was the walk-in shower they’d shared the night before.
Glass walls enclosed three sides, and the large space had comfortably held the three of them.
Trevor had experienced nothing like the ridiculous number of jets sprouting from the wall and ceiling raining down on him before.
He made his way over to the closed-off toilet.
After completing his morning ritual, he glanced around some more, hoping to get a better understanding of Niall from the personal space.
Large square sandstone tiles covered the room.
In addition to the shower, there was a soaking tub.
He could picture Niall floating in the soothing water at the end of a long day, steam from the water glistening on his skin, his hair slicked back to expose the chiseled cheekbones and powerful neck.
Heated towel racks suggested the man probably enjoyed a bit of pampering.
Trevor looked around and noticed some key absent items. His toothbrush and toothpaste cluttered his bathroom vanity.
Usually you could find he hadn’t put away his razor or shaving cream, maybe even left out his bottle of aftershave.
However, Niall’s countertops were completely bare.
So that meant that either Niall was a neat freak or he didn’t actually use this space much, which would be a shame because Trevor would kill to have a bathroom like this.
He spread his arms out and turned in a circle in the space.
A soft laugh escaped when Trevor realized that Niall’s bathroom was bigger than his living room. He shook his head as he left.
When Trevor stepped into the bedroom, he stopped at the sight before him.
While he had been gone, Matt and Niall had reached out and were now holding hands in the center of the bed as they slept.
Trevor smiled and gathered his clothes as quietly as possible.
His sweater was on one side of the room; his briefs and slacks were on another.
Now where did his shoes and socks go? Ah there!
The toe of one shoe stuck out from beneath the edge of the floating platform, and the other had somehow ended up over by the wardrobe cabinet.
Socks. Where were his socks? Trevor was just about to give up when his right foot threatened to slide out from underneath him on the wood floor.
He looked down to find both missing socks.
He snagged them up and, with a last glance over his shoulder at the bed, left the room.
Trevor made his way down the hall toward the living room.
He passed the sealed door of Niall’s darkroom, and the two spare rooms—joined by a shared bathroom—Niall had shown them, which served as a guestroom and Niall’s office.
One final guest bath stood at the hall's end closest to the living room. Trevor stepped into this bath to get dressed, then tried to tame his hair somewhat. The quick towel dry of his hair the night before had led to this morning’s rat’s nest.
Once dressed, Trevor pulled up the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority app on his phone and looked at the subway routes. A quick twenty-minute walk and he could catch the red line at the Broadway station and make his way south back to his neighborhood. Score!
Trevor thought about leaving some kind of note.
The whole reason he was leaving was that he hated awkward mornings after.
Leaving proved easier than waking up next to someone and watching the prior magic disappear.
If Matt and Niall wanted to see him again, they had his contact information.
Nothing said that Trevor couldn’t make the call either.
He was no simpering maiden who waited for his Prince Charming— or Charmings in this case —to rescue him from the tower.
Trevor hesitated as he went to open the front door, because if he was honest with himself, last night was more than a casual hook-up.
Those two men had made him feel more in a few hours than he’d felt with any other bedmate.
Trevor didn’t want either of them to think he didn’t appreciate the evening or that he didn’t care.
This was no walk of shame; it was self-preservation.
Decision made, he looked around for a piece of paper and a pen.
Leaning against the countertop, Trevor scratched out a few lines, then looked around for a good spot to put the missive.
The front door? A little too kiss-off for his taste.
The kitchen table? Nah, what single guy actually sits at the table?
The fridge cabinet? Well, food and sex were always the first two things on his mind.
He obviously would not tape the note to Matt or Niall’s cock, so the fridge would have to do.
The wooden cabinet wouldn’t support a magnet, so Trevor opened the door slightly and suck the note in.
He slammed the door and waited to see if the note would fall, but apparently the seal on Niall’s high-end appliances was better than Trevor’s dorm variety at home.
Satisfied, Trevor once again headed for the front door and slipped out.
The elevator arrived almost instantly after Trevor pushed the button. When the doors opened on the ground floor, Trevor headed toward the exit.
“Have a good day, Mr. Mitchell.”
Trevor stopped and looked over at the man a few years younger than himself behind the desk.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“No, sir, when you arrived with Mr. Roberge last night, he informed me of your name. He asked that we add you to the system as his permanent guest. That means you are free to go up to his condo without checking in first at any time.”
“Wow. Um, okay. What’s your name?”
“Adam, sir.”
“Nice to meet you.” Trevor held out his hand. “Please don’t call me sir. I probably have less than a decade on you, and it’s a little weird. So you work the graveyard, huh?”
“Yeah, four days a week, but it gives me a quiet place to study. I’m a sophomore at Northeastern. Architectural major.”
“You’re a full-time student and you still work the night shift?” Trevor exclaimed. “Hat’s off, man, I couldn’t do it. Hell, I never even went to college.”
Adam shrugged. “College isn’t for everyone. But the end product is worth the crazy schedule and lack of sleep to me.”
Trevor was impressed. When he had been Adam’s age, most of the guys he knew from high school who took off for the ivy walls of higher education ended up spending most of their nights either stoned or drunk.
At the time, Trevor had thought himself quite a step above them because he was holding down a full-time job and supporting himself.
He was sure he’d missed out on a few of life’s initiation rituals, and a small part of him wished he had a degree to hang on his wall.
However, a piece of paper wasn’t everything, and Trevor was proud of what he’d accomplished on his own.
Right now, he didn’t want to get caught chatting with the concierge if Matt and Niall woke up and found him gone.
“It was nice talking to you, but I gotta run.” He headed toward the door, waving as he left. “Good luck!”
Trevor jogged the mile-long trip to the station. The pace kept him from getting cold in the November air. He reached the surface entrance, ran down the steps and flashed his link pass just in time for the train to pull up. Jumping into the nearest corner, he sat down and tried to catch his breath.
“You okay, kid?”
Trevor stopped gasping as if he were a sixty-year-old heart attack waiting to happen and looked up to see an old man in derelict clothing in the row of seats opposite him.
“I’m fine, just more out of shape than I thought.”
“You do know that more than one train comes through here each day, right?”