Truly, every one of Reed’s goals in life changed the moment he watched Trevor enter the grand hall at the rehearsal dinner party. Now all he wanted in life was to have Trevor stop thanking him so much and commit himself to their relationship and to him forever. Hell, if Trevor would just admit there may be an opportunity for a relationship, he may just fall to his knees, thanking the good lord for the blessing.
Frustrated with his whole line of thinking, Reed kicked the sheets and duvet off his body and pushed himself from the bed. His gaze lowered to Trevor, who continued to sleep like a baby as if it were perfectly normal to be lying in bed with your clothes on next to a man you wanted desperately to touch but didn’t want to freak him out. God, he wished he was the blanket covering his Trevor. That blanket got way more action than he did, and jealousy spiked through his heart. As Reed stood there, he knew without question when Trevor was well he would spend every night wrapped in his arms. He would tuck his body close so Trevor would never have need for another blanket again. Or sleep wear. Reed needed to add that to the wish as well. Trevor would be naked in his arms to never need clothing or blankets again.
Pushing the frustratingly binding material down his legs, Reed kicked the pajama pants into the air toward the waste basket close to the bathroom. Reed felt the cool air conditioning hit his lower body, and he began to pace the room. His eyes stayed on the sleeping Trevor. Trevor looked so beautiful lying in his bed, sleeping so peacefully.
Reed had always considered this room to be his one true private space. No one came in this room. Most only made it as far as the guest room of his home. It was the reason he selected this house because the guest room lay so strategically close to the front door.
Now, everything changed for Reed. He felt a small prickle of insecurity ripple through his heart. Fear of losing Trevor worried him. It caused him to doubt himself, and question the signals Trevor put out to him. Reed needed to get the guy talking about them, but he needed to wait until Trevor was healthy again. Reed absolutely did not want a pity or appreciation style relationship from Trevor. Right now that seemed to be where Trevor’s thoughts rested. So he would wait to define them, to secure the words of commitment his heart desperately needed to hear from Trevor. Until then, he would help Trevor as best he could.
Resolve for his plan filled his heart, making him strong again. Now, in the meantime, if he slid into bed with nothing more than a grin surely Trevor wouldn’t mind. Reed would easily explain it, talk it through with him, and make Trevor understand how the evil in the world certainly must have created the concept of pajama pants. And if he scooted close to Trevor in the middle of the night, maybe lying against his good side while maybe resting his head on Trevor’s good shoulder breathing his scent deep into his body, Trevor would just have to accept his irresistibility. And not be freaked out too badly when Reed licked his way up Trevor’s neck on occasion or nipped at the sweet lobe of the man’s ear. Truly, it was all Trevor’s fault anyway. The man was just too hot for his own good.
With those crazy thoughts running rampant through Reed’s mind, he lifted the covers and carefully crawled into bed. After a moment, Reed inched himself against Trevor’s right side. He loved the feel of Trevor’s skin against his. He then tugged his pillow over right next to Trevor’s pillow. He placed a kiss on his shoulder, checking the urge to lick any part of Trevor’s chest. The feel of the man against his body was better than any sleeping medicine he could have taken. Reed gave a yawn, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with his hand tucked sweetly into Trevor’s.
Chapter Twenty-One
Trevor woke to the sounds and smell of sizzling bacon. He looked up to see the sun beginning to filter through the window shades. It seemed early. The clock on the opposite bedside nightstand was turned away from the bed, so Trevor couldn’t see the time. Turning his gaze down to the bed, Trevor looked over at the side Reed slept on. The linens were barely crumpled and the spot was empty. Reed’s head print was still in the pillow, but the pillow was pushed closer to his. It looked like they both slept on the same side of the bed.
Trevor brought the pillow to his face, breathing in Reed’s delicious scent, letting it fill his soul, caressing and comforting like nothing had ever before. Trevor loved the smell of Reed and loved the idea of sleeping all night in bed with this man. He envisioned himself to be a cuddler. He liked the thought of lying wrapped up with someone, and he hoped Reed might someday sleep tucked in his arms.
The tug in his shoulder wasn’t terrible as Trevor pulled up against the headboard. He rotated his shoulder. The movement hurt this morning, but the pain felt more like an over-worked, sore muscle, not that of the injury. Trevor assumed it to be a good sign, but he really didn’t know for sure. He rose quietly, trying to be as careful as he could. The pain wasn’t bad, a little worse than last night, but he managed through it. He found the equilibrium of his balance easier than any time before, and he held on to the bed for leverage, slowly scooting his leg along the carpet. The pain grew, but he forced himself through it, causing a sheen of sweat to cross his brow while he moved along. He anchored himself across the furniture. Trevor used his arms to pull himself along to the bathroom, doing it all while pushing through the pain. The effort caused all the muscles in his leg and arms to quiver. Reaching for the door, Trevor looked down at the waste basket and saw the pajama pants Reed wore to bed last night. He laughed to himself. Apparently, they must not have been a big hit if they were already in the trash can.