Just saw a list of prompts for handholding and. I'm making it about Them. Trevor grabbing Chris' hand to show him something in the workshop, running on three hours of sleep, a redbull and a dream, not thinking about what he's doing. They're standing in the workshop together, shoulders touching, fingers still intertwined, as Trevor explains what he's done. He doesn't realise until he needs his hand to point something out or explain something, but hes too tired to care. What he doesnt realise is that Chris is trying very hard to focus on what he's saying and not how Trevor's warm, calloused hand feels against his cold skin. Chris can't remember the last time he was held in any way, let alone gently, let alone this gently by a man he wasn't expecting said gentleness from. But then he thinks about it, the coffees Trevor buys him, the lifts Trevor gives him to and from his flat despite it being the complete opposite direction to his own flat, the care Trevor takes in making his set pieces exactly how he envisions them. The shelf Trevor fixed in Chris' flat after he'd complained about it one too many times, the meal deal combo Trevor remembers, the subtle reminder Trevor gives him when it's time to wrap up for the day. Chris looks at Trevor, hands still intertwined, and watches as this man, his stage manager, with bags under his eyes, explains how he built something from scratch, all because Chris had asked him to, and he can almost physically feel his heart melting.
"Chris?"
"Hm?"
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you."
"No, sorry."
"Right, time to go home then I think. I'll meet you out front in five minutes, give you a lift."
Chris commenting on how rough Trevor's hands are. They're walking in the park, Chris has dragged Trevor outside on their day off and Trevor, after much grumbling, finally complied. Their interlocked hands are swinging slightly between them as they walk.
"Your hands are so rough."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, wouldn't you say?"
Trevor seems to think about this for a moment. "Never really thought about it to be honest."
"Hm."
"Your hands are really soft."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Never worked a day in your life, you have," Trevor teases, bumping their shoulders together.
Chris laughs. "I don't need to, I've got someone to do the work for me."
"Oh yeah? Who's that then?"
"A very annoying Scouser who complains about going outside on his day off."
(CW mentions of blood and hospitals under the cut)
Trevor, pressing his hands to Chris' shoulder, his first aid training coming back to him in flashes. Put pressure on the wound. Blood seeps through his fingers, Chris' blood, and it takes everything in him not to let the tears fall.
Trevor, sitting in the hospital waiting room. He's washed his hands countless times, but he can't get the image of bloodied hands out of his mind. He tries to be rational but finds it impossible as his mind keeps going back to the end of the Drama Festival. The loud noise, the way Chris instantly went down, his face, white as a sheet, as the realisation of what had happened caught up to him. Chris' trembling hand on Trevor's shoulder, briefly, before his eyes closed and he went completely limp.
Trevor, sitting next to a loudly beeping machine, elbows resting on his knees, bags under his eyes. He can't close them, whenever he does he's faced with Chris, white as a sheet, staring up at him with fear in his eyes, so he forces them to stay open. He watches Chris, lying in his hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of machines, and he focuses on his chest rising and falling. The doctors said Chris was stable, but Chris might lose movement in his right arm. Trevor clutches Chris' left hand, and refuses to let go.
Chris, waking up, groggy, disoriented, slowly blinks his eyes open. As he wakes, the first thing he feels is a numb pain in his right shoulder. As the events of the Drama Festival slowly come back to him, the second thing he feels is a warm, calloused hand wrapped around his right. Gently, he turns around to see whose hand it is, even though he already knows. He sees Trevor, curled up in an uncomfortable looking position on a hospital chair pulled right up to this bed. The third thing Chris feels is a smile crossing his face at the sleeping man.
He musters all his energy and gently squeezes Trevor's hand.
(MASSIVE shout out to @cornleydrama, this bit is heavily inspired by the yelling we do in each other's inboxes about them!!)
Tall Trevor and Short Chris… just imagine it. One of the few times this happens with ChrisTrev castings and I just need everyone to think about it for a while. Trevor being able to reach things on high shelves that Chris can’t, Chris ranting at people while being the shorter one and Trevor being a gentle giant. Trevor holding his belongings out of reach when Chris is annoying him or crossing his arms and looking down at Chris waiting patiently for him to finish the long rant he’s going on. Trevor bending down and crouching a little to fix Chris’s bow tie during a quick-change or Chris standing on his tiptoes to reach Trevor-
Tall Trevor and Short Chris… just imagine it. One of the few times this happens with ChrisTrev castings and I just need everyone to think about it for a while. Trevor being able to reach things on high shelves that Chris can’t, Chris ranting at people while being the shorter one and Trevor being a gentle giant. Trevor holding his belongings out of reach when Chris is annoying him or crossing his arms and looking down at Chris waiting patiently for him to finish the long rant he’s going on. Trevor bending down and crouching a little to fix Chris’s bow tie during a quick-change or Chris standing on his tiptoes to reach Trevor-
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