Page 47 of Simply Perfection
Time stood still.
“No worries, Trevor is very good at breath control,” Niall quipped.
Logan’s deep laughter rattled around in Trevor’s head and broke the spell Matt had placed him under. He looked across the table and scowled at Logan.
“So the little runt’s a slut, good to know. Now I can tease him unmercifully at work.” Trevor’s leg shot out and landed right in the middle of Logan’s shin.
“Ow! Fine, you’re not a slut!”
This time Trevor aimed for the other shin.
“Fuck! Trev! What the hell? I apologized.”
“I’m not a runt.”
The entire table erupted with laughter.
“Let me get this straight. You take exception to the moniker ‘runt’ but not ‘slut’?”
Trevor scoffed, “Take a look at the two men I sleep with. They can fuck me forwards, backwards and sideways from now until the end of time for all I care.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan to me, honey.” Niall said then claimed a kiss of his own.
“Oh lord, there they go again.”
“I think it’s sweet. You’re crabby because Clay’s back at work. If he were here, the two of you would be sucking face just as much,” Ethan chimed in.
“No, unlike some men in this room, we have a bit of self-restraint.”
Trevor’s tongue left Niall’s mouth and aimed itself briefly toward Logan’s face. He needed to relieve himself. Using Niall’s shoulder as a springboard, Trevor launched himself onto his feet.
“Where are you going?” Matt asked.
“Gotta hit the head.”
Trevor started walking toward the back of the pub. He sensed a presence behind him and turned to find Ryan on his tail. “Have we turned into women?”
“Nope.”
“You were serious earlier? Not even to take a piss?”
“Not even.”
“Fine, but no peeking,” Trevor grumbled.
“Don’t worry, a lot of guys are pee-shy.”
“I am not—” Trevor looked around at the startled faces of other patrons around them. “Pee-shy,” he finished on a whisper. “And before you say another word, nor am I ashamed of what god gave me.”
Trevor pushed at the door to the restroom, but before he took a step inside, Ryan put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Ryan stepped in front of Trevor and entered. He opened each of the stall doors before Ryan signaled Trevor could take care of business.
He stood at the sink washing his hands afterwards when Matt came in.
“Go ahead Ryan, I’ll walk him back.”
Ryan looked as if he were about to argue, but then turned toward the door and left.
“So … did you come in here to accost me?”
