TREVOR #3
After everyone eats what Mike grilled up, Skyler convinces Jasper to play guitar and sing with him.
They perch themselves on the edge of a couple Adirondack chairs in the lawn, and Trevor takes a seat to watch.
So do Oli, Megan, and Annie. Annie’s kids are busy playing with Stella a few feet away, but they do start singing when they recognize one of Skyler’s most popular songs.
Jasper seems starstruck again as he sings with Skyler. But aside from that, he looks just as much in his element as Skyler does.
Watching the two of them play together, Trevor grows even more sure in his gut instinct about Jasper’s stardom potential. Someday the world will know Jasper Bell’s name. Trevor’s going to do everything he can to make sure that happens.
A little later, when Trevor makes a trip inside to grab more alcohol and change into his swim trunks, Skyler follows him. And apparently, Skyler agrees about Jasper’s talent, because he’s chattering excitedly about how cool it would be if Jasper opened for him on his next tour.
“Let’s worry about getting his album out there first,” Trevor tells him, heading for the fridge.
He’s not going to mention how Skyler hasn’t seriously started working on his next album yet, so planning for his next tour is a bit far off.
At least this time, Skyler’s label is handling his break better.
They’re not totally up his ass about it yet.
Key word being yet. But it feels like Skyler’s gotten so big that everyone’s confident his fanbase will wait, and probably grow, even if he takes longer between album releases.
“Maybe I’ll find another up and coming band to open too. Like an all-girl band with a lesbian lead singer,” Skyler goes on, ignoring Trevor in his enthusiasm. “Wouldn’t that be awesome? I’ll name the tour Queers on Tour, or something like that.”
At this, Trevor sets a case of beer on the counter and turns back to look at his husband. Whether this idea is a legitimate one or just something Skyler’s amusing himself with, Trevor can’t help but smile at him. This man is too damn sweet.
Skyler cocks his head questioningly. “What?”
“Nothing,” Trevor says, unable to tame his smile.
“I know how incredibly lucky I am to have reached the position I’m in now,” Skyler tells him.
“And in being able to come out without hurting my career at all. So if I have the ability to help other queer artists, I want to use it. Boost them up so that maybe they don’t have to go through all the hoops I went through to get here. ”
Trevor continues gazing fondly at his husband as he tries to come up with the words to say how amazing it is that Skyler cares so deeply about stuff like this.
“What?” Skyler asks again, tugging self-consciously at a strand of wavy hair that’s slipped out of his messy bun.
“Have I ever told you that your heart is the sexiest thing about you?”
A grin spreads slowly across Skyler’s face. “Oh yeah? Are you sure it’s the sexiest thing? I mean, I have so many other parts to choose from, and I know you appreciate them all.”
With a laugh, Trevor tells him. “I definitely do, baby.”
“So where do all the rest of my parts rank after my heart?” Skyler asks playfully, stepping closer until he’s got Trevor caged in against the counter. “I’m guessing my ass is next, but I know how much you like my dick too.”
As if Trevor might need a reminder of that particular body part, Skyler rocks his hips forward, pressing his groin into Trevor’s. His growing erection is already blatantly obvious, thanks to the thin material of his shorts.
Trevor grinds against him in return, winding a hand around the back of Skyler’s neck to pull him in close enough to kiss him.
When he licks at the seam of Skyler’s lips, Skyler opens his mouth for him, inviting Trevor’s tongue inside.
They kiss and rub and grab at each other for a few glorious moments before Skyler pulls away.
“I almost forgot about my mouth,” he says. “Know you like that too.”
“Love your mouth,” Trevor agrees. “Your lips always taste like coconut.”
Skyler chuckles. “That’s chapstick.”
“I know.” Trevor yanks him back in for another kiss. “Love kissing you,” he utters against Skyler’s lips. “Gonna kiss you for the rest of my life.”
“You’d fucking better, or I’ll be upset,” Skyler says before going in for more.
Trevor’s impossibly hard now. And he’s almost regretting starting this, because they can’t finish it. They need to get back to their party.
When Skyler breaks off the kissing this time, he’s got a wicked gleam in his eyes. “But you like my mouth for other things too, right?” he asks. And he might have managed to pull off sounding perfectly innocent—if only Trevor didn’t know this man so fucking well.
Before Trevor can answer, Skyler is dropping to his knees on the hard kitchen floor and tugging down the waistband of Trevor’s shorts.
“Woah, hold on, baby.” Trevor reaches down to grip Skyler’s shoulders. “We can’t do this now.”
“Why not?” Skyler asks, smirking up at him as he continues slowly lowering Trevor’s shorts all the way to his ankles.
Having still not changed into his swim trunks, Trevor’s wearing a pair of black boxer briefs underneath, and his hard cock strains helplessly at the fabric. Skyler mouths at it, making Trevor groan softly. Just feeling the warm breath there is enough to have Trevor forgetting to give him an answer.
He should tell Skyler to stop. He should remind him about all their guests outside. But all he manages is one more half-hearted, murmured protest as Skyler peels the briefs away and immediately darts out his tongue to lick at the head of Trevor’s cock.
Trevor’s hips jerk forward without his permission, and at the same time, Skyler opens his mouth, which sends Trevor’s cock sliding a few inches past Skyler’s lips. Skyler moans sweetly, like Trevor just fed him a delicious treat.
Trying to get control of himself, Trevor slides his fingers through Skyler’s hair until they get caught up on the bun. Then he takes a deep breath. He’s torn between holding Skyler’s head there, mouth on his cock, or tugging him off.
“Baby,” he says when he finds his words. “We should save this for later. We can’t—”
He’s cut off in surprise as Skyler lets Trevor’s cock slip from his mouth. When he glances down, he finds Skyler gazing up at him with lust in his green eyes.
Skyler licks his bottom lip and says, “I’ll make it quick, I promise. Please. I need to have you now. Wanna make you feel good.”
With that, he slides his mouth back over Trevor’s cock, not stopping until he’s taken it all down his throat and his nose is pressed to Trevor’s neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Fuuuck,” Trevor groans, though he tries to keep it quiet. It’s not like anyone can hear from outside, but still. They shouldn’t be doing this right now, right here.
They’re not the same horny twenty-year-olds who couldn’t control themselves while the band was on tour.
Back then, they’d gotten caught so many times hooking up on tour buses and in dressing rooms, and it didn’t really phase them.
But now they’re adults hosting a party. They should be outside with their guests—not inside with their dicks out.
Though, Trevor supposes, his dick is technically covered right now. That’s something, isn’t it?
No.
He can’t think straight while Skyler is swallowing around him and doing things with his tongue that Trevor can’t even comprehend at the moment. Skyler lightly rolls Trevor’s balls in his palm, and Trevor has to hold on to the edge of the countertop behind him to keep his knees from buckling.
“Fuck, yes, so good. So good, baby,” he praises as Skyler expertly works him over. “Love you on your knees for me.”
When Skyler moans in response, the vibrations travel up Trevor’s cock and seem to go all the way up his spine.
Trevor really can’t remember why they weren’t supposed to be doing this.
But then, right as he feels the tingle in his balls that lets him know he’s about to come, the universe decides to give him a giant reminder.
Loud footsteps clomp into the kitchen, and a voice yells, “Ah, shit, fucking hell!”
Trevor’s eyes shoot upward and widen at Hal, who is standing there frozen, partially covering his eyes, but also staring in horror through his spread fingers.
And to Trevor’s own horror, it’s too late to stop the inevitable.
Skyler starts to pull off Trevor’s cock at the interruption, but Trevor’s balls draw up tight, and he quickly shoves Skyler’s head back down. Because coming down Skyler’s throat in front of his bodyguard has got to be a better option than coming all over his face.
Skyler sputters a bit in surprise, but he takes it, swallowing everything down. Then he just stays there—on his knees with Trevor’s softening cock still in his mouth—while Trevor tries to recover his senses.
“Uh,” Trevor says, eyes still locked awkwardly with Hal. “Can you, um, please leave?”
Hal rapidly nods his head. “Yup. Yeah. Right. I’ll, uh, do that now. I was just gonna grab... I forgot. Doesn’t matter. Yeah, I’ll go.” He starts backing out of the room and knocks into the door frame before he remembers to turn around.
Once he’s out of sight, Trevor taps Skyler’s shoulder and tells him, “All clear.”
Skyler pulls off Trevor’s cock, giving him a couple licks to clean him up. Then he wipes his mouth as he stands. “Well, that was... exciting.”
Trevor attempts to give him a dark look, but it’s hard to be upset with his husband right after he made him come.
Even if it was with an audience. “I think we got enough of that kind of excitement in the old days, didn’t we?
” he asks as he pulls up his briefs and shorts. “We don’t really need any more of it.”
Smiling sheepishly, Skyler says, “Yeah, I didn’t actually expect to get caught. I’m sorry.”