TREVOR #4
“I guess I can forgive you, baby.” Trevor winds an arm around Skyler’s waist to pull him in closer. Feeling Skyler’s erection nudging his hip, he laughs. “Seriously? That interruption wasn’t enough to kill the mood for you?”
Skyler shrugs. “It did a little. But I can’t help how horny you make me.”
“Well, hate to break it to you, but you’ll need to find a way to make that go down on your own. Because I am not risking getting caught again.”
“That’s fine,” Skyler tells him. “I’ll just save it for fucking you later.”
Trevor rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t think that’s meant to be a joke. “Come on. I’m gonna change into my trunks, and you can bring this out there.” He taps the case of beer on the counter.
“Oh, no way,” Skyler says, shaking his head. “You know they’re all gonna give us shit. I’m not going out there alone. I’ll wait for you.”
That’s fair, Trevor supposes. Although he still maintains that this indiscretion was mostly Skyler’s fault. Not that Trevor tried too hard to stop him.
He runs upstairs and changes as quickly as he can before rejoining Skyler in the kitchen. As Skyler picks up the beer, he giggles loudly.
“What?” Trevor asks him.
“Can you, um, please leave?” Skyler mocks, clearly fighting to keep a straight face.
Trevor gives him a light shove. “Shut up. What was I supposed to say? I can’t believe I let you do that with all these people here. You’re a menace.”
“But I’m your menace,” Skyler says proudly.
“Yeah, you are,” Trevor tells him. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
They do get a round of catcalls when they walk out back. Even the kids get in on it—though presumably, they have no real idea what’s going on. But after embarrassing them, everyone quickly moves on.
Trevor wasn’t sure if they’d see any fireworks tonight, but they end up with a decent view of some being set off farther down the coast. They’re probably coming from the backyard of some other rich celebrity with too much money to blow.
Actually, Trevor’s surprised that Skyler didn’t want to set off their own display.
Maybe he didn’t think of it. But there’s a good chance he’s already mentally planning it for next year as he stares up at the bright colors, his hand clutched in Trevor’s.
Trevor pays more attention to the light dancing off his husband’s gorgeous face than he does to the show in the sky.
By the time the fireworks stop, most of the adults are looking drunk, tired, or both. The kids, on the other hand, seem like they could party all night.
Seated on the end of a lounger, Trevor sips his beer and watches Skyler playing with them in the lit-up pool.
Annie’s kids are bobbing through the water, circling him like sharks, while Skyler holds Emma under her armpits and dips her tiny legs in and out of the water, to the baby’s obvious delight.
Megan is nearby, but she’s only paying a minimal amount of attention to the pool. It’s funny how she didn’t trust her own husband to take Emma in, but she trusts Skyler. Though it’s easy to see why. Skyler is a natural with kids.
The baby’s wearing inflatable arm bands, but Skyler’s not using the giant floating contraption that Megan had her in earlier.
He makes it look effortless as he takes care of Emma and keeps the other kids entertained.
He gently warns the kids when they’re splashing too close to the baby, and they listen to everything he says right away.
Seeing how happy Skyler is with all of them makes Trevor smile.
Layla must catch him as she plops down in a lounger beside him with a drink in her hand, because she says, “It’s sickeningly adorable, right?”
Trevor chuckles. “I’ve always known he’s good with kids, but he doesn’t really get the chance to be around them like this too often. He must be loving it.”
Layla hums thoughtfully. “You know, sometimes I think I must be adopted.”
“What the hell?”
“Because that”—she tips her drink in the direction of the pool—“would be my worst nightmare. But Sky looks like he’s having the time of his life.”
Mostly to himself, Trevor says, “I wish I could give him that.”
“Kids?” Layla asks, raising her eyebrows at him.
“Yeah...”
He and Skyler always used to talk about having a big family one day. But then everything fell apart. With them, with the band. And then there was Trevor’s ex-wife and that whole disaster.
Since he and Skyler got back together, they haven’t seriously discussed the topic. It sort of seems impossible at this stage of their lives and careers. But Trevor would bet anything that Skyler still wants kids.
“He’d be an amazing dad,” he says wistfully.
Layla nods. “He definitely would. And so would you, because you’re a total caretaker. Is that something you still want, though?”
She doesn’t mention it, but Trevor suspects she’s also remembering how Trevor’s ex tricked him into thinking she was pregnant and lost the baby. But he’s managed to let go of that pain.
Now all he wants is whatever Skyler wants. He’d give Skyler anything he asks for. But if Trevor takes a moment to consider it... Yeah, a big family with Skyler still sounds perfect.
“I’m going to interpret the dreamy expression on your face and the way you can barely take your eyes off Sky as a yes,” Layla tells him.
“I don’t know how we’d make it happen. But yeah, if he wants it, then I do too,” Trevor admits.
Layla glances to the pool before looking back at Trevor. “I’m gonna be the coolest aunt ever.” Wrinkling her nose, she adds, “Just don’t ask me to babysit.”
“Deal,” Trevor says, clinking his beer bottle against her drink can.
As he continues watching Skyler having a blast in the pool, his mind begins dreaming up their potential future together, and what that might look like with a few kids running around here.
It’s a really great image. And Trevor will do whatever it takes to make it happen for them.
For Skyler.
Because Skyler James deserves to have everything he’s ever wanted.