Lyone's Denn -- Twenty

I sat on the couch and watched TV. Trevor was in the kitchen behind me making something for dinner. I wasn't sure if he was making enough for me too, or just him, so I didn't ask. I would just wait until he was finished and see what he told me. Suddenly I felt him on my neck. His lips and teeth teasing my skin. I started to give in and let him continue, but I remembered what Dr. Johanning said.1

"What are you doing?" I asked. 2

He climbed over the back of the couch and straddled my lap. His lips never left my neck except to pull back and whisper in my ear. "Kissing you." Then he began nibbling on my ear.3

"Trev, I can't keep this up," I said, trying to push him off of me. 4

"Oh, well, that happens sometimes. Don't worry, I'll fix it," he said and began to kiss my lips. His hands ran up and down my chest until they found their way under my shirt. One trailed down to my crotch. "I really don't think you have a problem keeping it up," he said, rubbing me through my pants.5

"I didn't mean like that. Stop, Trev, stop."6

He stopped and looked at me in the eyes. "What's wrong? What did I do? Keaten's at Toby's and Greg took London shopping with him. We're all alone."7

"You didn't do anything, Trevor. I just can't keep doing this."8

He got off of me and sat next to me on the couch. 9

"I don't understand it," he said, confused. 10

"I just don't want to risk this ruining our friendship." Trevor still looked confused so I continued. "I don't love you. I'm only using you for sex. You're still my best friend, but I can't be like this with you anymore. I can't be romantic with you."11

"Okay, yeah. I guess I knew this was coming sooner or later," Trevor said. "Look, don't feel like you were using me though. I was using you just as much. I know you don't love me. I was just thinking that maybe you could learn to, but then, that's not really something you learn, huh?"12

"Not really," I said and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. 13

There was a long, thoughtful silence. I couldn't tell if he was hurt by what I said or not. I really hoped not, but he probably was. 14

"You really like him, huh?" he suddenly asked. 15

"What?" I asked, confused.16

"Greg. You really love him, don't you?" 17

"Trevor, you don't want to hear about that." Why would he do that to himself? As much as he loved me, why would he keep bringing up the idea that I was in love with someone else? 18

"Yes, I do. I want to help you."19

"Why?" I asked. It came out a little sharper than I intended and I could tell he was hurt by it. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry, Trev. I just don't want to hurt you and I'm afraid talking about Greg will do just that."20

"Ly, listen to me. I know I can't be with you, I've accepted that, I really have. So, now I just want to see you happy. I know being with him will make you happy. Can you let me see you happy?"21

I sighed. What could I say? "Alright, but it's useless," I answered.22

"Why's that?"23

"Because there's no way in a million years Greg would ever hook up with me." I saddened myself a little by the though.24

"You wanna bet?" Trevor asked, playfully. He was in a very good mood considering I just told him there would never be an Us between him and me. 25

"Why not, I know I'll win."26

"Alright, I'll bet you fifty bucks."27

"I can't do that, Trevor. You don't even have fifty bucks to spare. You've got a son to take care of."28

"Yeah, that's exactly why I'm going to make sure I get your money." He grinned and laughed a little. 29

"You think so?" I asked rhetorically and had the strangest urge to tackle him and tickle him. I refrained, knowing that wouldn't help to let him down easy. 30

"I know so!"31

"Alright, smart guy, what are your plans?" I asked, confident there was no way he'd win this bet. 32

"First, we have to make him realize that he's gay, or at least enough to consider being with a man, like you." 33

"How do you we do that?" I asked, skeptical. I told him a million times that Greg's not gay, but stubborn ol' Trevor won't listen to me.34

He just winked at me. "My dinner's going to burn," he said and went into the kitchen, leaving me clueless. 35

"Trevor?" I questioned, turning around on the couch so I could see him. The tattoos on his back moved with his every move and danced when his muscles rippled. 36

"Yeah?" He was scraping what looked like mac 'n cheese in a bowl for himself.37

"How do you plan on making him think he's gay?"38

He came back over to the couch and sat where he had, only this time with a big bowl of cheesy goodness. "There's still some in there if you want some," he said, noticing how I was admiring his bowl. 39

"Quit avoiding the answer."40

"Don't worry. You'll just have to wait and see."41

"I don't like that," I grumbled. 42

"Since when are you special enough to get everything you like?" he asked as he took a huge bite. 43

"Fine, whatever. It doesn't matter, because it's not going to work."44

"You'll see," he said under his breath. 45

"What's stage two, then, after he realizes he's gay enough to consider being with a man?"46

"That's a secret, too," he teased.47

"Okay, okay, you can't be meddling with my life and not even tell me what's going on," I complained. This was just unfair. He was probably planning on making a total ass of me in front of Greg. I couldn't let that happen. He just shrugged as he chewed his food. "It's not worth it. I don't really like Greg that much. Don't even worry about it," I sighed. 48

"Come on, Lyone. Don't be like that. I really want to see you happy, and I know you really want to be with him. Don't lie to me. Even if you tell me know, I'll just do it all without you knowing."49

"You're already doing it all without me knowing," I reminded him. 50

"Trust me on this, okay? It's better if you don't know. He'll be able to tell if you're up to something. He's known you just about all your life. Just leave it to the pros, like me." He was back to teasing.51

"What makes you a pro?" I asked.52

"How many people have you hooked up successfully?"53

"No one, I guess," I answered. "And you?"54

"That's irrelevant," he shrugged off. "Just trust me on this."55

"Fine," I agreed. "Just don't make me look like an ass."56

"Agreed," he grinned and stuck out his hand. 57

"Agreed," I said and shook his hand. 58

"It begins." He spoke in a tone that scared me a little. I would've commented on it, except I busted up laughing instead. He had a cheesy noodle stuck to his chin.