Skyler #3
Having the privilege of making their love public makes loving Trevor in private feel even more meaningful. Their love means something to people. People they’ll never even meet. And to Skyler, it means everything.
So Trevor can forgive him if it also makes him horny.
Skyler gets two handfuls of Trevor’s ass and uses that as leverage to rock Trevor against him while he deepens their kiss, doing his best to devour Trevor’s mouth. He wants to devour all of him.
It really does feel like the other half of his heart, or his soul, or whatever, is walking around separate from him. So he can’t help it if he feels a constant need to connect his body with Trevor’s. To have Trevor inside him or to be inside Trevor. Either way, that’s how he feels completely whole.
He’d keep them connected like that all the time if he could, but he recognizes how this would make other aspects of living difficult.
But they’re on vacation. No work, no family, no friends, no bodyguards, no media.
Obviously, he’s going to take advantage of all this time to fuck his husband senseless.
“Remember when I said I love your ass too?” he asks, giving Trevor’s cheeks a harder squeeze that makes Trevor jerk forward.
“Oh, you mean two minutes ago? Yeah.” Trevor tangles both hands in Skyler’s hair and tugs, giving Skyler the same rough treatment.
Skyler shivers when Trevor bites down on his neck, momentarily forgetting what he was about to say. Then he recovers, getting his own hand in Trevor’s hair and yanking him back so that his husband can see the burning heat in his eyes. “I need to have it now.”
Trevor laughs, even as his eyes blaze too. “I think that can be arranged. Where do you want me?”
It’s hard to consider the possibilities when Trevor gets back to work sucking a mark into Skyler’s neck.
The easiest thing would be to do it right here, because they wouldn’t have to get up, which means he could be inside Trevor more quickly.
But they’ve already fooled around in these chairs plenty of times this week.
Skyler eyes the hammock. They did manage to have sex in it once. It was fun, but it was honestly a bit more complicated than worth it. And they had to do it nice and slowly, because they didn’t want to risk falling out or breaking the thing.
Right now, he wants to take Trevor hard and fast. So he smacks him on the ass and says, “Get inside.”
Trevor doesn’t hesitate, which tells Skyler that his husband is just as horny for him as he is for Trevor. As if there were any doubts.
He practically chases Trevor into their bungalow, and Trevor laughs as Skyler crowds him up against the back of the couch. The laughter turns to a choked moan when Skyler places a firm hand between his shoulder blades and pushes down to bend Trevor over it.
“You might want to hold on to something,” Skyler tells him, even though there’s not much there to hold on to.
The thin bamboo bar that runs along the top of the piece of furniture sits lower than the thick white cushions, and it doesn’t seem entirely unbreakable, so he’s glad when Trevor decides to curl his fingers into the material of the cushions instead.
Really, this is probably not the ideal location for a hard fuck.
Skyler’s vaguely worried about the entire couch sliding across the wood floor when he starts pounding into Trevor the way he intends to.
But he hasn’t had Trevor right here yet, and he was so keyed up coming inside that he didn’t have the brain power to find a better spot.
So whatever. If they scratch the floor, he’ll pay to get it redone.
He can take advantage of being rich sometimes, can’t he?
“Baby,” Trevor says, shoving his ass backward until it meets Skyler’s groin. They’re both in their swim shorts, so Skyler knows Trevor can feel how hard he is for him through the thin materials.
He thrusts forward once, just for fun, then says, “Don’t move,” and runs to grab the lube off the kitchen counter. That’s where they left it after they had sex this morning.
When he returns to Trevor less than ten seconds later, he finds that Trevor’s already removed his swim shorts and kicked them out of the way.
The tantalizing sight of his husband bent over the couch with his bare ass sticking out—bare except for the small tattoo of the sun—makes Skyler go feral.
He wastes no more time in shucking his own shorts and positioning himself with his hard cock nudging against that hot ass.
“How much prep do you need?”
The question is more of a courtesy than anything else. Because he knows his husband’s body as well as he knows his own, and they have sex often enough that neither of them needs anything more than the most minimal prep. What he’s really asking is how much Trevor wants.
“Just fuck me, baby,” Trevor tells him. “You can’t go all animal on me like this and then make me wait.”
Skyler huffs, because they both know damn well that when the roles are reversed, Trevor will make him wait an eternity if he feels like it.
But he did ask, so he’ll give his husband what he wants.
He squirts some lube onto his fingers and moves them in fast circles around Trevor’s hole.
He dips one finger in, then promptly adds another, scissoring them to stretch Trevor’s rim.
And then he removes his hand, wipes it on the outside of his thigh, and uses both hands to grab Trevor’s hips.
His cock slips between Trevor’s cheeks and finds Trevor’s wet hole.
“You’re mine,” he growls as he pushes his way inside.
“Yours,” Trevor grunts when Skyler’s hips slap against his ass. “Fuck. That’s it. Give me that cock, baby. Make me feel it for the whole flight home.”
Well, okay. Challenge accepted.
Skyler establishes a hard and fast rhythm right away and never eases up.
Just continues pounding into Trevor’s tight hole, jerking Trevor’s hips back roughly to meet every thrust. The couch does start to slide, but he can’t be bothered to care.
He steps forward with it and doesn’t pause in his mission to fuck the breath out of his husband’s lungs.
In only a short time, his orgasm starts to creep up on him, but he does his best to hold it back.
He wants Trevor to get there first, and he really doesn’t want this to end.
But when he knows he can’t hold off much longer, he lets go of one of Trevor’s hips and reaches around to start tugging Trevor’s cock at the same urgent pace that he’s fucking into him.
“Oh, fuck,” Trevor pants. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
Not if his life depended on it.
He keeps roughly jerking Trevor’s cock, twisting, swiping his thumb across the head, until Trevor’s entire body shudders and Skyler feels the warm, sticky release spurting out over his hand.
“Fuck, babe,” Skyler says. “You’re so fucking hot. Wanna stay inside you forever, but I’m gonna come.”
“Do it. Give it to me,” Trevor demands.
Those words break the tenuous control Skyler has over his body.
His hips come to a stuttering stop, and he drapes himself over Trevor’s back, biting down between Trevor’s shoulder blades as he shoots his load inside of him.
Trevor barely seems to register Skyler’s teeth digging into his skin, because he’s still breathing hard and recovering from his own orgasm.
With his clean hand, Skyler curls his fingers over Trevor’s where they’re still gripping the couch cushion.
He gives himself a few moments before he straightens up and lets Trevor do the same.
Neither of them seems ready to walk yet, though.
Trevor’s still got his back to him, so Skyler traces his finger along the edges of the tattoo behind Trevor’s left shoulder. The one he got for his mom.
It's a gazebo, meant to look like the one in Gilmore Girls. Trevor’s not a religious person, but he’s told Skyler about how he pictures his mom there. Sitting in that gazebo, holding two cups of coffee, waiting for him. And someday he’ll be able to meet her there.
As long as that day is very, very, very far away, Skyler wants that for him. So he imagines Stacey in the gazebo too.
He presses his lips there, then gently spins Trevor around to capture his mouth in a kiss much softer than the sex they just had.
After a shared shower, they carefully move the couch back into place, and now they’re snuggled up on it when Skyler realizes something. “Before we leave,” he says to Trevor, “can we have sex on the couch? We haven’t done that yet.”
How have they not done that yet?
Trevor laughs, turning to him with a smile. “Anything you want, baby.”
Skyler kisses him. “Best.” Another kiss. “Husband.” One more. “Ever.” And he gives him another kiss for good measure, because really.
Best husband ever.
Best vacation ever.