He lifted his head to pick up the pillow, shake it and turn it, then lie back with a huffing sound. He turned to the side, then back onto his back, crossing the arms in front of his chest.
He frowned and shot a side glance at the messy haired boy lying in the other bed, and the boy had the audacity to smirk.
"You're just… everywhere." It was true. Not only did they share the same room, most of the time the same bed, the same bathroom, they also sat together at lunch and spent all the time they weren't having different therapy sessions together. And this was true because he wanted it exactly like this. Fuck.
Trevor was angry, he really was. One of Nick's pranks had gone a bit too far. And he wanted the boy to know that. But fuck, who was he kidding? Sleeping alone in his own bed when the other was within sight but just out of reach and his scent was literally everywhere, how should that punish anyone but himself?
Grumbling, he sat up and got out of the bed, walked the few steps to lie down next to Nick. He didn't ask him to scoot over, because why should he? He wanted to hold the damn boy in his arms.
"You're gonna do the laundry duty on your own. You got us into that shit, so you're gonna due the chores. Alone." His arms tightened around the boy, pulling him closer, quite literally doing the opposite of leaving him alone. Because, fuck, why should he ever let go of someone he wanted this damn much?
