TREVOR
Stella also apparently wanted to hang out with everyone but not participate, because she’s belly up about six feet outside of the circle, completely ignoring the ball that’s flying through the air. Laziest German Shepard ever.
Skyler doesn’t look too upset about his miss, but when he picks up the ball, he only attempts the easiest toss to Jermaine.
“Thanks,” Annie says. “And thanks for inviting us.”
“Of course. Sky was thrilled to host everyone. He was preparing food all day yesterday.”
Mike snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m still shocked he agreed to let me man the grill.”
“Me too,” Trevor admits.
Skyler is usually reluctant to relinquish cooking duties, but simple stuff like burgers and hot dogs aren’t his forte.
Who knows what he would’ve ended up making for everyone if he didn’t agree to Mike’s plan.
Of course, he had to compensate by throwing together four different kinds of dip and about seven side dishes.
Trevor makes his way around to the other side of the pool where Layla is in her bikini, fully reclined on a lounger, sunglasses shielding her eyes.
It was lucky she was able to take time off at the hospital to fly in from New York, since she isn’t often able to do that on more major holidays.
Skyler is thrilled that she’s staying with them for a few days, and Trevor loves it too.
In the lounger next to Layla’s, Megan has the exact same vibe going on, so Trevor decides not to disturb them. He turns toward Oli, who’s sitting in one of the loungers that are under the shade of the house’s awning, with Emma bouncing on his lap.
“Need anything?” Trevor asks as he walks over.
“Nah, I’m good,” Oli says, taking one of Emma’s little hands and having her wave at Trevor. “I wanna take Emma in the water, but Megan said I can’t do it without her.”
“Absolutely not!” Megan calls out.
Trevor laughs as Oli yells back at her, “I know how to put her in the big floaty thing!”
There’s no response from Megan, but Oli sighs, obviously accepting that he’s still not allowed to take his own daughter into the pool. “I swear I’m a responsible parent,” he grumbles.
“We all know you are,” Trevor tells him. But still, he thinks Megan’s decision is probably wise.
Trevor sits sideways on the lounger next to Oli’s, and as they chat, Jermaine’s friend Chauncey, who’s a DJ in New York, comes out of the house.
He’s shirtless and in a pair of turquoise swim trunks that are covered in pink flamingos.
They look like something Skyler would wear if they were much shorter.
Chauncey and Jermaine flew in this morning and are staying in one of the guest wings. They were going to get a hotel, but Skyler convinced them to stay with him and Trevor. The house is more than big enough to accommodate the two of them and Layla.
Speaking of Layla, Trevor doesn’t miss the way Chauncey’s eyes linger on her as he walks around to the other side of the pool. He sits on the edge and puts his feet in, but his head casually swivels a couple more times in Layla’s direction.
Layla was chatting his ear off earlier when they met, and Trevor could sense a potential vibe.
Good thing Layla’s staying in her own wing of the house.
While Skyler understands that his sister is an adult who can make her own decisions, Trevor has a feeling he might be weirded out if she hooks up with one of his friend’s friends.
He'd never ask her not to do it though. Skyler doesn’t try to tell other people how to live their lives.
After catching up with Oli, Trevor heads across the yard to the football circle—either to join or to pull Skyler away if he’s had enough of pretending to be sporty—and that’s when he’s hit with the realization of how happy he is right now.
This party was Skyler’s idea, and he was the one so excited to host it.
Trevor was on board, but he didn’t realize how much he’d truly love having all these people at his home.
Skyler coming back into his life brought along such a change from the way he’d been living before, when he spent all those depressing years pretty much alone.
Sure, half of the people here are Trevor’s friends as much as they are Skyler’s, and he could’ve had them in his life back then whether he was with Skyler or not.
But, in a way, he chose the loneliness before—maybe even needed it.
And now things are different. He’s different.
Letting himself love Skyler again, not being afraid of it, unlearning all the bullshit the entertainment industry taught him... that lead him here. To living a full life, out in the sunshine, surrounded by people who care.
He’s not alone. He has friends who are like family, and he has the one man who is everything to him.
The man who just successfully threw a football across the circle to Hal and is now doing an adorably ridiculous happy dance in his tiny red shorts.
Trevor laughs, stepping up behind Skyler and putting a hand on his shoulder. Skyler jumps a mile and whips around to face him. “Having fun?” Trevor asks.
The happiest smile spreads across Skyler’s face as he leans in to give Trevor a quick kiss. Then he announces proudly, “I threw a ball, and it went where I meant it to!”
“I saw.” Trevor gives his hip a squeeze.
“That was cool,” Skyler says, leaning into Trevor’s touch. In a stage-whisper, he adds, “But I think I’d like to be done now.”
Jermaine obviously hears him, because he shakes his head and lets out a short laugh.
From across the circle, Noah yells to Trevor, “Are you playing?”
“Sorry, not right now,” he calls back. “I’m gonna steal this one here”—he tugs on Skyler’s hand—“to help me bring out some snacks.”
Skyler giggles as he lets Trevor pull him away from the group and back toward the house. “My hero.”
Since he might as well actually utilize Skyler’s help, Trevor leads him inside. In the kitchen, he gathers some of the food while Skyler hops up onto the island and swings his long legs back and forth, not exactly being helpful.
“Gonna give me a hand with this, baby?” Trevor asks.
“Only if you give me a kiss first,” Skyler says playfully.
Well, that’s a very easy price to pay.
Trevor walks over to stand between Skyler’s legs.
Skyler’s tiny shorts have ridden up, exposing the full lion head tattoo that sits indecently high on his left thigh, as well as the smattering of tattoos on his right one.
Enjoying the view of all that skin, Trevor places his hands on both of Skyler’s thighs and gives them a squeeze.
As Skyler leans down, Trevor tilts his head up to meet him for a kiss. He intends for it to be a quick one, but apparently his husband has other plans.
Skyler wraps a hand around the back of Trevor’s neck when he tries to pull away, keeping him in place and their lips locked.
When Skyler licks into Trevor’s mouth, Trevor can’t help the way his fingers dig a bit deeper into the muscles of Skyler’s thighs.
He sneaks his fingertips under Skyler’s shorts and lets them explore a little higher.
Honestly, it can’t be too comfortable for Skyler to keep his torso bent down like this, but he wraps his legs around Trevor’s middle, indicating his desire to prolong this impromptu makeout session.
So Trevor continues roaming his fingers along Skyler’s skin, focusing on his sensitive inner thighs now.
In response, a tiny, pleased sound slips past Skyler’s lips as they kiss.
Trevor sucks Skyler’s bottom lip into his mouth as Skyler’s nails rake gently down his back over his T-shirt.
Abandoning Skyler’s thighs, Trevor slips his hands up underneath Skyler’s tank top.
He splays them out around Skyler’s sides and travels up until his thumbs can graze across Skyler’s nipples.
Skyler shudders and nips at Trevor’s lip.
Before they get too carried away, Trevor reluctantly forces himself to pull back. Skyler whines as they separate and attempts to reel Trevor back in, but Trevor moves too fast. “We have guests out there,” he reminds him.
“Yeah, but they’re out there.” Skyler is still trying to reach for Trevor. “And we’re in here.”
Trevor shakes his head in amusement. “Anyone could walk inside. And besides, you don’t want to be a rude host, do you?” Fully expecting Skyler’s dirty look, he adds more seriously, “I know you want to spend time with everyone.”
Huffing, Skyler hops off the counter. “Yeah, yeah. Of course, I do. What do you need me to carry?”
Trevor points at a platter of crackers, veggies, and dips, and when Skyler goes to grab it, Trevor takes a second to adjust his shorts.
They’re fitting tighter than they were when the two of them walked in here.
Skyler smirks when he turns back and catches him, but Trevor cuts off whatever dirty proposition is sure to come next.
“Don’t even try it, baby. Let’s go.”
As they’re setting up the snacks outside, Skyler asks Trevor, “Jasper’s still coming, right?”
“Oh yeah, he said he was.” Frowning, Trevor pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time. And then he feels like an ass when he sees the text from Jasper.
So... how do I actually get IN your place?
It’s from five minutes ago.
“Shit.” Why didn’t Jasper call him? “I think he might be at the gate.”
Ignoring Skyler’s unimpressed look, Trevor says he’ll be right back, then dashes into the house, calling Jasper as he goes.
“Uh, hey,” Jasper answers uncertainly.
“Hi, I’m so sorry. Are you here?”
“Yeah. At least, I think I’m at the right place. But there’s a gate?” Jasper says that last part like a question.
“Totally my fault,” Trevor admits. “I should’ve given you the code ahead of time.”
Jasper chuckles, but it sounds more awkward than amused. “No big deal. I mean, I’m a little worried that some cops are gonna pull up and arrest me for loitering outside a celebrity home, but...” He gives another awkward chuckle as he lets the sentence hang.