Something About Trevor by Drew Hunt

Author:Drew Hunt [Hunt, Drew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay, Fiction, Erotica, Contemporary, Romance, Sports
ISBN: 9781935753483
Google: DSXcsrulldoC
Amazon: 1453681027
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2010-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Trevor wasn’t lonely. He wasn’t missing Paul. The empty space on the sofa of an evening didn’t bother him.

“Oh look, see that pig fly over next door’s garden shed?” Trevor grumbled as he slumped into his armchair. There were only so many times one could re-organise the kitchen cupboards before it bordered on obsessive compulsive disorder.

He’d had the pleasure of Paul’s company for over two months. The rational part of his brain told him it was a good thing Paul had moved back home when he did. He was becoming all too used to having someone else around the place. Someone to cook and clean for, someone to talk to, someone to laugh and joke around with.

Trevor blinked rapidly, he absolutely refused to shed tears over this. Paul needed to get back to his own place now it was dried out and re-decorated. It was right, proper, good. So why was he missing the guy something fierce?

Even though it wasn’t cold, heck it was well into June, Trevor levered himself to his feet, got out a blanket, stuck on one of Paul’s LPs that he hadn’t taken home yet, and curled up on the sofa. The music was a little too up-beat for his taste and the occasion. Nevertheless Trevor closed his eyes and snuggled into the blanket and tried not to dwell on what could never be.

If he was honest with himself, he knew he shouldn’t have offered his spare room to Paul. After some initial discomfort on Paul’s part, the guy had settled down, his usual kind good-hearted nature shining through. Trevor had to constantly battle with himself not to fall deeply for the man. No matter how kind, gentle, or protective the bloke was, he was also straight. Things got awkward when he had the cancer scare. He needed to lean on someone and Paul had been willing to be that someone.

“As Mum used to say, If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. ” The tears came then. Trevor couldn’t stop them. Paul, big, strong, kind, loveable Paul with his blond hair, his well built body and his dimples. “God, those dimples!” Trevor sniffed.

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