SKYLER
This role means a lot to him.
And now he’s going to be that prince.
A whole new generation of kids will get to grow up seeing queerness more normalized. Some of them will see themselves represented in a children’s movie for the first time.
As soon as he found out he got the part, he started doing research on voice acting. Even though he won’t be on screen, he knows his facial expressions affect the delivery of the lines, so he’s fully getting into character now as he reads his lines out loud to his captive audience.
Okay. So maybe his only audience is Stella, and she’s far more captivated by the food he’s cooking than by him. But still.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He tries to inject a bit of humor and playfulness into the warning. “The queen is very particular about her teacups.”
As he skims the other character’s lines, the oven beeps, and he has to stop to take his pan out. Setting it on the stove, he quickly flips the sweet potato slices and sprinkles some cheese on top of the chicken before popping the pan back in the oven and resetting the timer for eight more minutes.
When he glances over at Stella, she’s still waiting fairly patiently for something good to eat, so he reaches for a bag of dog treats they keep on the counter and tosses a couple to her.
She catches them effortlessly in her mouth but makes no move to exit the kitchen.
She’s smart enough to wait for the chicken.
Going back to his script, Skyler finishes reading his lines for the short meet-cute scene, then flips a couple pages to his next one, where the prince runs into the boy again.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he says cheekily, as he cocks one hip out to the side.
“I live here,” comes a voice from behind him, making Skyler jump and squeal in a very undignified way.
Spinning around with a hand to his chest, he tells his husband, “Oh my god, don’t do that.”
Trevor chuckles. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”
Skyler makes an unimpressed face, then widens his eyes as Trevor strides across the kitchen like he’s on a mission.
When he reaches Skyler, he grabs him by the hips, pushing him gently against the counter.
Before Skyler can offer him a proper greeting, Trevor kisses him, his tongue immediately delving into Skyler’s mouth.
He takes what he wants, and all Skyler can do is let him.
Skyler’s out of breath by the time Trevor pulls back with a hungry look still in his eyes.
And scratch that. That was the most proper of proper greetings. Who needs silly little words like hello?
“Did you have a good day at work, honey?” Skyler jokes in his best fifties housewife voice, though he’s still a little breathless.
“Mmhmm.” Trevor nods, but his gaze is focused down at Skyler’s hip bones as his thumbs rub circles over them. “We’re almost finished recording Jasper’s album, and I’m really happy with it.”
“That’s great! I can’t wait to hear it.”
Trevor has shared bits of songs with Skyler already, sometimes asking his opinion, or sometimes just excited about them.
But Skyler wants to hear the whole thing.
And he hasn’t met Jasper yet, but he wants to do that too.
With as highly as Trevor speaks about him, Skyler’s sure he’s going to love him.
Stella lets out a whine and paws at Trevor’s pant leg, obviously jealous that she isn’t getting her own greeting. Trevor smiles at her, giving her a, “Hey, girl,” as he squats down to scratch behind her ears. Her tail thumps loudly against the kitchen floor.
When he stands back up, Trevor’s eyes flit to the script on the counter. “Were you practicing your lines again?”
“Yeah,” Skyler tells him. “Will you read with me after dinner?”
“Of course. But you know I’m not an actor.”
“That’s fine. It just helps to not be talking to myself.”
Trevor smiles teasingly. “Like you were doing when I walked in?”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Skyler says, turning back to his cooking.
The asparagus is slightly charred, the way he likes it, so he moves them off the hot burner.
Trevor crowds behind him, kissing and nipping gently at the junction between his neck and shoulder, and Skyler squirms in delight under the treatment.
He presses his ass backward into Trevor almost involuntarily.
“Can I make up my own lines?” Trevor asks. Sliding a hand up Skyler’s sternum until his fingertips graze Skyler’s throat, he adopts a ridiculous voice and says, “Take me now, my fair prince.”
Skyler giggles. “I’m pretty sure there’s no line that says that.”
“Well, there should be.” With his free hand, Trevor gently tugs at the purple scrunchie holding Skyler’s hair up in a messy bun, letting the hair spill down past his shoulders. “Is it going to be weird if I’m attracted to the cartoon version of you?”
Skyler makes a face, even as he tilts his head back, enjoying Trevor’s fingers running over his scalp. “Um, yes. I think so.”
“Okay, fine,” Trevor says, the fingers of his other hand creeping farther upward until they wrap loosely around Skyler’s throat. “Guess I’ll just stick to lusting after the real thing.”
The oven timer beeps, and Skyler whimpers when he tries to lean forward but Trevor only tightens his grip, holding him back. “Dinner’s going to burn,” he protests weakly.
Trevor squeezes his throat, twisting his other hand in Skyler’s hair and pulling him backward a couple steps. “That’s okay, because I want to eat you instead.”
Even though Skyler is so totally on board with that plan, he makes another noise of protest and struggles to get away. “Wait, seriously, let me take the chicken out first.”
Trevor releases him with a put-upon sigh. “If you must.”
“You’re the one who’s gonna complain later when you’re hungry.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll be getting my fill in just a minute.”
Okay, Skyler’s trying to do the responsible thing here, but he only has so much self-control.
He grabs a dish towel and hastily takes the pan out of the oven, setting it on top of the stove.
Now the food won’t burn, but it will get cold.
The way Trevor is devouring him with his eyes when Skyler turns back to him, though, has that concern quickly slipping from Skyler’s mind.
When Trevor reaches for him, Skyler’s ready this time and reaches out too, curling his fingers into the soft, smooth material of Trevor’s work shirt.
He slips his other hand into Trevor’s back pocket to give his ass a squeeze.
Meanwhile, Trevor has one arm wrapped around Skyler’s waist, and his other hand is traveling back up teasingly close to Skyler’s throat again.
Skyler moans when Trevor maneuvers one leg in between his, using his thigh to apply a slight pressure on Skyler’s rapidly hardening cock.
“You like that, baby, don’t you?” Trevor says huskily.
Skyler barely has a chance to nod before Trevor is grabbing his head with both hands, using his hold to tilt Skyler’s face whichever way he wants as he kisses him. Like Skyler’s a doll for Trevor to arrange to his liking.
Making little movements with his hips, Skyler attempts to ride Trevor’s thigh.
But Trevor stops him, pulling away from the kiss and gripping Skyler’s waist. He steps backward, taking Skyler with him until they’re at the island.
That’s where Trevor spins them, so Skyler feels the countertop pressed into his back again.
Trevor undresses him, doing it efficiently, rather than making a big show of it.
Although he does pause his work long enough to suck a mark into Skyler’s pec, right above his nipple.
Once Skyler is standing there completely naked, with Trevor still fully dressed, Trevor flips him around, and Skyler finds himself bent over the island, his chest pressed to the cool marble.
He shivers, both from the feeling on his skin and from Trevor’s hands skimming up and down his sides.
Then Trevor leans over his back and Skyler feels a kiss pressed to the top knot of his spine.
And then another one below that. And farther and farther down as Trevor makes a path toward his tailbone.
As he reaches it, Skyler is relieved, because it means his ass will finally get some attention. At this point, he’s dying to have something inside him. His hard cock is jutting uncomfortably into the side of the island.
But no. Instead of moving down between his cheeks, Trevor starts making his way back up Skyler’s spine, leaving another trail of kisses.
In other circumstances, Skyler would love this sweet treatment, but not right now.
Not after Trevor’s hot display of aggression.
Not after he allowed his dinner to be forgotten and let Trevor strip him down in the middle of the damn kitchen. He needs more action.
“I thought you were going to eat me,” he taunts. “Stop playing with your food.”
“Hush,” Trevor demands, giving his ass a sharp slap that makes Skyler yelp. “I’ll take my time if I want to.”
Skyler turns his head to the side and attempts to glare at his husband without lifting his chest from the counter. “I’m going to get bored and go eat my chicken if you don’t do something right now.”
That’s totally a lie, and Trevor knows it. Skyler’s not going anywhere, even if he’s impatient.
“Hmm,” Trevor says, tapping a finger on Skyler’s lower back like he’s contemplating. “I don’t think so. I think you’re going to do what I say and stop being a brat, aren’t you?”
Oh, fuck.
There was no way for Skyler to miss the shift to dominance in Trevor’s tone, and his cock jerks at the thought of what Trevor might do to him.
They don’t play games like this too often—mostly because Trevor usually can’t stop himself from being super soft with him and giving him everything he asks for immediately.