TREVOR
Skyler doesn’t have anywhere to be this morning, but he’s an early riser. More than likely, he’s downstairs doing yoga.
Skyler laughs. “I’m gonna hop in the shower.”
True to his word, it only takes Skyler minutes. He obviously skipped washing his hair, which is still in the bun, and he’s naked, which is perfect.
They kiss like they’re pouring their love into each other. Like they’re in no hurry, because in this bed together is the only place they need to be.
But sadly, Trevor does need to speed this up if he wants to make Skyler come before he has to get going.
So he flips their positions, getting Skyler on his back and nudging Skyler’s thighs apart to make room for himself in between them.
He kisses his way down Skyler’s neck, chest, and abs, tracing his tongue over the tattoos, until he reaches Skyler’s cock.
It’s already hard and straining toward him.
When he ignores it and moves to suck gently on the sensitive skin of Skyler’s inner thigh instead, Skyler whines.
“Shh, baby,” Trevor soothes. “I’ve got you. Can you grab the lube for me?”
Skyler rolls over to reach into their bedside drawer, then tosses the bottle onto the mattress.
Trevor takes it and squeezes a bit onto his fingers, rubbing them with his thumb to warm it.
Instinctually, Skyler bends his knees to give Trevor better access to his hole, and Trevor begins running his index finger in slow circles around Skyler’s rim.
“Mmm,” Skyler moans softly.
Trevor teases him some more before pushing the tip of his index finger inside.
“More,” Skyler demands immediately.
That makes Trevor chuckle. “Greedy boy.”
But he always gives this man what he wants, so he slides his finger the rest of the way into Skyler’s tight body.
It doesn’t take much time at all for Skyler to loosen up for him, allowing Trevor to add a second finger.
He gently scissors them apart to loosen Skyler up some more before giving him a third.
Now Skyler’s letting out a steady stream of moans as Trevor fucks in and out of him at a languid pace.
Trevor curls his fingers and brushes against Skyler’s prostate, watching in amusement as Skyler’s hips jolt off the bed in response. “You like that, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” Skyler murmurs, sounding lust-drunk. It usually takes him much longer to reach this almost delirious state, but maybe the ease and laziness of the early morning hour have factored in here, helping him relax fully.
Shuffling a little farther down the bed, Trevor bends down to lick around Skyler’s rim as he continues to finger him. Skyler’s thighs start to tremble beside Trevor’s head, and god, Trevor will never get tired of this. He’ll never stop wanting his beautiful, sexy husband.
“You want another finger?” he asks.
The noise Skyler makes could be interpreted either way, but when Trevor glances up, he finds Skyler nodding his head frantically against the pillow, mussing up his hair. So he reaches for more lube, then slowly eases his pinky into Skyler’s hole alongside the other three fingers.
He picks up his finger-fucking pace, but not by much. He can tell Skyler wants it faster, harder, but Trevor’s enjoying this too much to rush it. Ducking his head down, he licks at Skyler’s rim some more, managing to fit the tip of his tongue into Skyler’s already stuffed hole.
Then he moves his mouth up, sucking a bit at the skin of Skyler’s taint until he reaches his balls.
Skyler moans obscenely when Trevor sucks one into his mouth.
After he gives the other the same treatment, Trevor moves up farther until he can get his mouth around the head of Skyler’s leaking cock.
Even Skyler’s precum tastes sweet. Trevor hums in approval, chasing the taste with his tongue.
Skyler thrusts his hips upward, trying to force himself deeper into Trevor’s mouth, but Trevor’s not having it.
“Not yet, baby. Let me play with you some more.”
“So close,” is all Skyler responds.
“I know you are. Know your body so well, don’t I? Don’t I always take good care of you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Skyler chants. Though whether that’s in answer to Trevor’s question, or in encouragement of the way Trevor is now pressing against his prostate, it’s hard to say.
Either way, Trevor continues to torture him, softly licking at his cock while using his fingers to bring him right to the edge before backing off. But he can sense Skyler’s growing frustration and knows he’s nearly reaching his limit.
As Trevor’s about to start sucking Skyler for real, his alarm goes off, startling him. Surely, Skyler must hear the sound too, but he doesn’t seem to care. He just keeps whining and moaning and writhing on Trevor’s hand.
Unable to resist messing with him, Trevor carefully pulls his fingers out of Skyler’s hole, then gets off the bed. “All right, well, I should get ready for work.”
Skyler sits up so fast he probably made himself dizzy. “You better not leave me like this!” he says, sounding panicked.
“Sorry, baby, gotta go,” Trevor teases.
“You’re the boss of the whole damn company! You can be five minutes late!”
Trevor pretends to consider it for a second before he smirks. “Anything for you, baby.”
This time, when he crawls back on the bed and in between Skyler’s legs, he wastes no more time in taking Skyler’s cock down his throat. He slides two fingers back into Skyler’s hole as he sucks him off in earnest now. And in less than a minute, Skyler’s release is filling his mouth.
As his orgasm subsides, Skyler goes boneless, sinking farther into the mattress. He murmurs something that sounds like approval or appreciation.
Trevor gives him one final kiss on the inside of his thigh, then pats his leg lightly before he gets up again. Now he really does need to hustle. He gets ready quickly, leaving Skyler sated and dozing in bed.
Skyler stirs, though, as Trevor approaches the side of the bed, dressed in a powder blue button-up and fitted gray slacks. “You’re leaving?” he asks quietly, still sounding a bit hazy.
“You knew I had to go to work,” Trevor reminds him gently.
“Doesn’t mean I want you to,” Skyler says, rolling onto his side to give Trevor puppy dog eyes. “You should stay here and cuddle me all day.”
“That sounds perfect, baby, but I can’t.”
It does kind of suck. The way that Skyler’s schedule has been a bit more relaxed now that he finished his tour, while at the same time, Trevor has launched the label, so his schedule has filled up.
He wishes he could spend every day doing nothing more than being with Skyler.
And honestly, he could. They could do that if they both decided to stop working. But neither of them wants that.
Trevor spent years doing pretty much nothing, and it wasn’t good for him. He’s happy to have found his purpose—other than loving Skyler, of course—and to be working again at something he feels good about.
Someday they’ll retire. Maybe buy a private island and move there, away from the rest of the world. Just the two of them.
Except he knows they’d miss their friends and Skyer’s family—their family.
“We’ll make sure we take a whole day off together this week,” he promises. Then he thinks about all the meetings he has lined up and amends it to, “Or next week.”
Skyler frowns again, but then he beckons Trevor closer, and when Trevor leans down, Skyler smiles and kisses him sweetly. “Go be a big shot. I might try to work on some new songs if I feel inspired, and I’ll prep us dinner for when you get home.”
“I love you,” Trevor tells him.
“I love you more,” Skyler says.
Trevor shakes his head. “Not possible.”
He gives Skyler one more kiss before heading out. They’ll never agree on that, but he knows in his heart he’s right. Because he’s certain he loves Skyler more than another person has ever loved anyone else in the history of the world.
The record label’s offices and recording studio are housed in a large building in downtown L.A.
, so Trevor dealt with some annoying traffic on his commute.
Still, he greets the lobby receptionist with a wide smile and little wave as he strolls past her desk and into the elevator.
He makes his way up to the top floor, then to the end of the long hallway.
Like always, his eyes flit to the plaque on the wall that says sun & star records, and he feels a dash of pride before opening the door.
They have three offices and a conference room up here, with their studio down on the second floor. That’s all they need for now. The third office doesn’t get any use, but it’s good to have it for whenever they might need to hire another executive.
Trevor is about to turn toward his office when Noah pops so quickly out of his own on the opposite side of the hall that they nearly crash into each other. “Jesus,” Trevor mutters, trying to veer around him. But Noah won’t get out of his way.
“You’re late,” Noah says sharply.
“Only a few minutes.”
Completely blocking Trevor’s doorway now, Noah awkwardly crosses his arms over his chest whiles holding a takeout coffee cup in one hand. His scowl feels completely unnecessary. “It looks bad for you to be late.”
Trevor eyes him critically and asks, “What’s gotten up your ass?”
“Nothing.” Noah thrusts the cup out at Trevor. “I stopped and got you a double espresso from that place around the corner you like. It’s your fault if it’s cold.”
“Thanks,” Trevor says, accepting the beverage and hoping Noah will move past this unexplained bad mood. “But you know you’re not my assistant, right? You don’t need to get me coffee.”
“No shit. Can’t I just get you coffee as your friend?”