Skyler #2
“Are you sure, baby?” Trevor asks from his spot between Skyler’s spread thighs. There’s a hint of amusement in his tone at Skyler’s pain. Bastard. “Am I not making you feel good?”
He’s making him feel too good to the point of insanity, and Trevor knows that.
He’s currently got four fingers inside of Skyler, filling him up deliciously, but he’s not going deep enough or fast enough to really satisfy him.
And his other hand is playing with Skyler’s balls, rolling and tugging on them gently, his thumb rubbing along the sensitive skin behind the sac.
It feels good, but if he would just give Skyler something, something more to tip him over the edge. ..
Skyler shakily props himself up on his elbows to glare at his mean, mean husband. “If you don’t let me come in the next two minutes, I’m going to do it myself.”
He could have done that at any point, really. Grabbed his throbbing, leaking cock and given it a few swift jerks, and that would be it. Game over.
But maybe he actually loves Trevor’s brand of torture.
When Trevor releases his balls to reach up and hold Skyler’s hand, it settles the electrical current buzzing under Skyler’s skin. He definitely loves his husband more than anything. Even if he’s mean.
“I think you should just relax and enjoy this,” Trevor says, “because there’s no sex tomorrow.”
“Wait, what?” Skyler cries, squeezing Trevor’s hand harshly. “Why?”
“I want you to be able to ride the horses on Thursday,” Trevor tells him, his fingers still moving torturously slowly in and out of Skyler’s stretched hole. “And that won’t feel good if you spend tomorrow riding my cock all day.”
“Then I’ll fuck you,” Skyler declares. Problem solved.
Trevor chuckles. “I want to be able to ride the horses too.”
Oh yeah. Logic.
“Damn,” Skyler says in defeat.
Then he realizes that Trevor’s distracted him from his current goal. Which is to come his fucking brains out right now, please and thank you very much.
He bends his knees and plants his feet on the floor to gain some leverage. When he starts fucking himself on Trevor’s fingers, though, Trevor shakes his head and pulls them out.
“Noooooo!”
Skyler’s going to go out of his mind. He really is. This is just cruel.
But then Trevor kisses the inside of his knee, running his clean hand up Skyler’s thigh, and he shushes him in that special, soothing, Skyler-whisperer way he has. And everything in Skyler’s head goes quiet.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Trevor promises him.
When Trevor sucks the head of Skyler’s cock into his mouth, Skyler doesn’t try to urge him deeper. He just accepts what Trevor is giving him, because he knows his husband will take care of him like he always does.
Trevor carefully pushes his fingers back inside Skyler’s hole, and although he still doesn’t pick up the pace, he does go deeper and curls them, making sure they graze Skyler’s prostate with every stroke.
This, combined with Trevor’s other hand moving steadily up and down Skyler’s shaft as his tongue swirls around Skyler’s cockhead, finally sends Skyler tumbling gently and blissfully over the edge.
Usually when Trevor makes him wait this long to come, it’s explosive.
But this is different. This time Skyler’s orgasm washes over him in a haze of tranquility, leaving him feeling perfectly content, as well as aware of and connected with every molecule in his body.
He feels weightless, like he wouldn’t be surprised to find himself levitating a few inches off the floor.
He’s aware of Trevor gently petting his side and telling him he’ll be right back, but Skyler has no desire to move his head to watch where he’s going.
Trevor returns quickly with a warm, soft washcloth that he uses to wipe away the sticky lube from between Skyler’s cheeks.
And then Trevor lies down on his side, bracing himself up with one arm so he can smile down at Skyler.
He looks like an angel, and Skyler tries to smile back at him, but he’s not entirely in control of his facial muscles yet.
“Love you,” Skyler murmurs. So at least his voice is working.
“Love you too.” Trevor leans down, cups the side of Skyler’s face, and kisses him.
It’s slow, sweet, and gentle. Exactly like the last hour has been. Possibly more? Skyler lost track of how long Trevor spent taking him apart.
They’re so lucky to have the luxury of time now—which they never had when they were younger and in the band. And Skyler’s grateful that Trevor loves him enough to want to spend that much time making him feel good.
He’s grateful for a lot of things Trevor does for him. Like keeping him from spiraling with his anxious thoughts. Making him feel brave enough to conquer the world. Taking care of planning and all the little details so Skyler doesn’t have to. Really, he’s just grateful for Trevor being Trevor.
How damn lucky is he that he found the other half of his heart when he was only seventeen?
When Trevor rearranges them so that he’s lying on his back, with Skyler’s head resting on his chest and their arms around each other, Skyler isn’t thinking about any of the other luxuries or activities this island has to offer. He could happily spend the rest of the day just like this.
The rest of his life, actually.
Swaying gently in the hammock, strumming an easy melody on his guitar, Skyler never wants this vacation to end. They could stay here forever, couldn’t they? He wouldn’t mind downsizing his house. Trading the view of the Pacific Ocean for the Caribbean Sea.
But he supposes he’d hate being even farther away from his family. He’s been super looking forward to Thanksgiving next month, because his parents are coming to stay with him and Trevor for two weeks.
“Hey, did you book my parents their plane tickets yet?” he asks Trevor, who’s lounging in a chair beside him, sipping a frozen margarita. Skyler’s own pina colada is melting on the table, but he hasn’t wanted to put his guitar down to drink it. This melody might be turning into something.
“No, I’ll do it as soon as we get home. I just confirmed dates with your mom the other day.”
Scrunching his forehead in confusion, Skyler asks, “The other day when?”
“When you were getting your manicure.”
Now Skyler’s amused. “You called my mom while we’re on vacation?”
Trevor shrugs nonchalantly. “I wasn’t going to miss it.”
It’s incredibly sweet how often Trevor talks to Skyler’s mom. Even during the years Skyler and Trevor weren’t together, Trevor still kept in contact with her. And since they got married, Trevor bumped up the phone calls to once a week. Honestly, Trevor talks to his mom more often than Skyler does.
“That sounds good,” Trevor says. And at Skyler’s questioning look, he gestures to the guitar Skyler’s still absentmindedly playing.
“Oh, yeah.” There are some lyrics floating around in Skyler’s head, so he sings them as he continues to play.
Caribbean sunset
Frozen drinks by the pool
But the best part of paradise is being here with you
Horseback riding on the shore
Catered meals for two
That's where he's stuck.
He stops playing and frowns. “I don’t have the next line.”
Trevor appears to contemplate it for a few moments. Then he suggests, “When it’s you and me, it doesn’t matter what we do?”
“Hmmm. Maybe.”
They play around with the lyrics for a bit, and Skyler loves this. He’s been writing some songs here and there this year, whenever inspiration strikes. But nothing compares to writing love songs with the love of his life.
Except having sex with him, of course.
And it’s their last night of vacation, so why aren’t they having sex already?
“Uh oh,” Trevor says.
“What?”
“You’ve got that dangerous look in your eyes again. You know, I’m starting to think you only love me for my dick.”
Skyler laughs. “That’s not true. I love you for your ass too.”
Trevor gives him an unimpressed look, which only makes Skyler laugh again. Carefully extricating himself from the hammock, he sets his guitar on the table. Then he goes over to Trevor’s lounger and manages to fit himself behind Trevor’s back, his legs over either side of the chair.
He wraps his arms around his husband, resting his chin on his shoulder. “You’re amazing, and I love you for exactly who you are. I love every single bit of you, not just the sexy parts.”
“I don’t know if I believe you,” Trevor teases.
Skyler pinches his side. “Do I need to write a hundred more songs for you to prove it?”
Turning his head, Trevor gives him a warm smile.
Their view of the sea has got nothing on the blue of Trevor’s eyes.
“You don’t need to prove anything to me.
You show me how much you love me every single day without even trying.
Like it’s something impossible to hide. And I hope I show how much I love you the same way. ”
“You do,” Skyler tells him, leaning in for a kiss.
After a few seconds of kissing at an awkward angle, they rearrange themselves. Trevor turns all the way around, and Skyler stretches his legs out on the chair so Trevor can straddle him.
Like Skyler was trying to convey with the song lyrics, this is paradise. Being with this wonderful man—the sun to his stars, the honey for his bee—just getting to hold him, and kiss him, and love him...
Finally being able to do it freely is everything he ever wanted. No more of being urged into the closet and threatened into staying there. No fear of repercussions. Now they can love openly and proudly, because they fought for it.
And maybe winning their fight will make it easier for the next musician or actor or athlete to live their own truth without having to fight so hard. Every time the world sees queer people in love, maybe at least one more person will be able to recognize how beautiful that is.
That doesn’t mean they don’t still want their privacy. They don’t need to make out in public for the whole world to see. But they can if they want to.
They can.