SKYLER
Trevor shakes his head. “Not sure it’s gonna work like that.”
“Oh god, yeah, please. Give it to me.”
“Fuck, baby,” Trevor says. “You feel so good around my cock. I can’t last any longer.”
Fuck.
That’s so hot.
Trevor obviously doesn’t mind that Skyler is sweaty from his workout and the rough fucking he just took. Because he’s moaning like Skyler’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. His grip on Skyler’s ass cheeks is hard enough he might be leaving red marks there to match the ones on Skyler’s thighs.
Skyler’s tugging his cock at a slow but steady pace. He’s been right on the edge since Trevor first slammed into him, and he knows if he goes too fast now, it’ll be all over within seconds. He wants a minute to enjoy this.
But when Trevor takes his mouth off Skyler’s hole and rasps out, “Come for me, baby,” Skyler’s body listens. With one more rough tug of his cock, he lets out a moan and shoots onto his stomach.
He continues touching himself softly as he comes down from his orgasm, vaguely aware of Trevor’s tongue swiping a few more times over his hole. He’s still in a bit of a sex daze as Trevor stands and holds out a hand to help him up.
“How come you’re not at the office?” he asks.
“I didn’t have any meetings or anything today,” Trevor explains. “So I texted Noah to let him know I was taking the morning off. I made you some breakfast, but then I came to find you and got, uh, kind of distracted.”
At Trevor’s sheepish shrug, Skyler laughs. “I think I’ll take an orgasm and cold eggs over no orgasm and hot eggs. Any day.”
“Next time, I’ll plan better so you can have both,” Trevor tells him.
Skyler beams at him. “You’re such a good husband.”
He needs to hurry if he’s going to eat something, grab a shower, and still make it on time to his meeting, though.
So he hustles Trevor out of the gym and toward the kitchen.
While Trevor pops some eggs and turkey bacon into the microwave, Skyler takes a seat on one of the stools, immediately wincing, because yeah, he’s a little sore.
And he has absolutely no regrets.
After the meeting with his label and management, Skyler’s refusing to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
He’s not sure why this particular meeting put him in such a weird mood.
It went exactly as he expected it to, with questions about when he plans to finish the album, if he has any more songs for them to hear, if he wants them to get some other writers working on it.
Does he intend to take more time off to do other movies?
What direction does he see his career heading in?
And it’s that last question that’s really got him overthinking things. Because when you’re in the crazy lucky position where you can have pretty much anything you want, you actually need to figure out what you want.
Skyler has always been the kind of person who wants too many things. He can’t help it if he falls in love with everything he does. He’s passionate and greedy like that.
It’s not like he’s stopped making music.
He’s been in the studio multiple times. He has enough songs recorded to make up half of a new album, but so far, nothing cohesive is really coming together.
And maybe that’s because it feels like he’s been in some sort of limbo this year.
Like he’s on the verge of transitioning into a new phase of his life, but he’s not quite there yet.
Whatever is stalling him, though, it doesn’t matter.
His label is getting antsy. They were cool with him taking the time to do the voice acting role, because they know drawing attention to him in a new medium will boost his music sales too.
But what if he wants to keep acting? What if he wants to try more than voice acting?
If he landed a role in a live action film, then that would involve a much longer time commitment that would keep him away from doing music.
He’s always loved both. Singing and acting. Singing is his number one passion, but he loved getting the chance to exercise other talents this year. And this could be his chance to gain some momentum in the film industry.
The idea of having kids with Trevor has also been on his mind a lot lately.
He understands why it crossed Trevor’s mind even while they were having sex.
Because they’ve been doing their research and getting themselves prepared for it.
They’ve debated the idea of using a surrogate to have a baby, versus adopting a slightly older child through the state, and they’ve looked into both.
They found the most highly recommended surrogacy clinic in the area, and they learned the steps they’d need to take to get licensed for adoption.
But they still haven’t made any decisions about when they want to take this huge step.
It feels like they could start the process any time they choose to. Financially, of course, they’re all set. And with Skyler’s parents deciding for sure that they’re moving out here, they know they’d have plenty of help.
Last month, Skyler’s parents told him and Trevor that they had officially put their house on the market and were looking for a place near them.
And Trevor ended up offering them his mom’s house in Santa Monica, which seems perfect for everyone.
Trevor couldn’t bring himself to sell it when he moved in with Skyler, and now he’s so happy that it won’t be sitting there empty anymore.
So Skyler and Trevor could get this family ball rolling whenever they want to. But are they really ready to change their lives in such a major way? There’s no rush, as Trevor keeps reminding him.
And it’s true. It’s just that Skyler feels so torn. He’s absolutely certain he wants to have kids with Trevor, and he feels more than ready to be a father. What he’s not entirely ready to do is give up having Trevor all to himself. Not quite yet.
This whole situation is part of what’s holding him back from finishing his next album.
After he releases a new album, he’ll need to go on tour for it.
And this time, Trevor won’t be able to come with him.
At least not for the whole thing, like he did with the last one.
Because Trevor’s got the label to run, and things are really picking up for him with that.
Skyler can be selfish sometimes, but he wouldn’t try to take Trevor away from his own passion.
God, his head is such a jumble of thoughts right now.
This is why he’ll never give up on writing songs, even if he’s wondering about where his career will go next.
Songwriting is an intrinsic part of who he is.
It’s how he lets his feelings free so that they don’t take up all the space in his head. He needs that expressive outlet.
But there’s also this weird feeling of repetition that’s been bothering him lately.
He’s been doing the music thing for so long now.
First with the band, and then solo. Going solo was a big change, and although he loved singing with the band, the change was really good for him.
But now he’s been doing it solo for long enough, too, that he’s starting to feel stuck in a cycle of rinse and repeat again.
Like back then when the band was being forced to keep churning out albums.
And this is how he’s spent his day while he’s been waiting for Trevor to get back home. Stuck in his own head, thinking himself in circles and getting nowhere.
So when Trevor comes in the door, Skyler doesn’t wait to pounce on him. Because the best way to turn his brain off and make it all go blissfully quiet is to lose himself in the man he loves.
“Well, hey to you too,” Trevor says with a smile, after Skyler kisses him in the entryway. “I take it you missed me?”
“Always,” Skyler answers truthfully. As if Trevor doesn’t already know.
Taking Skyler’s face in his hands, Trevor kisses the tip of his nose. “I always miss you too, baby.”
Skyler leans in and starts kissing Trevor’s neck as he works on unbuttoning his shirt. Trevor lets out a pleased sigh, tilting his head to give him better access. But then he brings his hands up to cover Skyler’s, which impedes Skyler’s progress on getting him undressed.
“How was your meeting today?” Trevor asks, laughing softly at Skyler’s whining and attempts to bat his hands away.
Shaking his head, Skyler tells him, “Same. Boring. Too many questions. Please get naked now.”
“Since when am I not allowed to ask you questions?”
Skyler sighs and turns to walk out of the entryway, letting Trevor come farther into the house. “I didn’t mean you. I’m sorry. At the meeting they asked too many questions that I don’t have answers to.”
“Well, I would ask you to tell me more,” Trevor says, taking his hand, “but I’m guessing you’d rather do something else right now, and talk to me about it later?”
At Skyler’s nod, Trevor gives him a quick kiss, then leads him upstairs.
Just having his hand linked with Trevor’s has already settled some of the anxiety inside Skyler. Because Trevor has always made him feel safe. Trevor offers him love and acceptance, security and support. And he asks for so little in return.
But Skyler does his best every day to give Trevor those things too. He wants to give Trevor everything.
He knows that every healthy relationship is a give and take, but it doesn’t even feel like that with them.
It feels like magic. The way they fit together so effortlessly.
Complete each other. They way that all they have to do is be together, and it feels like they’re each giving what the other one needs.
Right now, what Skyler needs is to make love to his husband. He needs to remember that no matter what, he’s not alone.
And even though Trevor will encourage him to make his decisions about his career based on what’s best for him alone, Skyler knows that what’s best for him is really whatever is best for them.
Because they’re together in the forever sense, and Skyler will never have to be alone again. That makes everything feel easier.
Talking with Trevor will help him figure things out.
After orgasms.
In their bedroom, they strip each other slowly, kissing as they do it. The urgency Skyler felt when he first met Trevor at the door has faded, and now everything between them is syrupy goodness.
Trevor gently twirls Skyler’s hair around his fingers.
Skyler brings Trevor’s forearm to his mouth, licking over the tattoo there, as if he can taste the sweet honey dripping from the wand.
Trevor ducks his head down and swirls his tongue around each of Skyler’s nipples, coaxing the buds to harden.
Skyler’s fingertips dance along Trevor’s hipbones.
By the time they’re lying in bed together, Skyler’s mind is nothing but a haze of bliss, and they’ve barely even done anything sexual.
Then Trevor reaches for Skyler’s erection, and Skyler gasps, instinctually thrusting his hips to start sliding his cock in and out of the circle of Trevor’s grip. Trevor runs his thumb over the tip, smiling when Skyler’s cock kicks in response. “Do you want me to top, or do you want to top me?”
Skyler whines and shakes his head. “I don’t know. God, please don’t make me choose.” He’s been so bad at decisions today.
“Okay, baby, no problem,” Trevor says. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you choose.”
And Skyler’s relieved that Trevor understands. Although he wouldn’t expect anything less, because Trevor always knows what Skyler needs. Even when Skyler doesn’t.
Apparently, what Skyler needs tonight is to be worshipped.
To be kissed all over his body until every inch of skin is tingling.
And then he needs Trevor to slide two thick fingers inside him, to stretch him just a little bit in preparation.
Since he’s already been fucked earlier today, and it doesn’t take much to get him ready for Trevor’s cock.
When Trevor fills him up with it, he leaves no room for anything else. No thoughts, no doubts, no future plans. Just this. Just his husband. Just what he needs.
Skyler’s lost to the sensations Trevor is causing in him.
Lost to the slow, steady thrusts, the kisses, and the occasional easy strokes of Skyler’s cock.
They’re moving together, breathing in sync, eyes open, pouring all their love into each other.
And when they come, they do it together, riding the waves of pleasure for what feels like an eternity.
And it is.
Because when you’re this connected to another person and you love this strongly, it lasts forever.