Loving you - a trikey fanfic

Unexpected Catch Up

Sitting down at his desk in the meth lab, Trevor span his newly claimed office chair around and around as he retraced the conversation 2 nights ago. Maybe he was being a bit drastic asking Michael to prove he was trustworthy. No, maybe he went too soft, what if he just flat out accepted the first attempt of Michael trying to be trustworthy. That wouldn't be the case with old Trevor
His heart and mind had been through enough trauma throughout his life and he wasn't gonna let his guard down for no one even if it guaranteed him happiness whether that be temporary or permanent.

"Fuck my life. FUCK IT."
Leaping from his chair Trevor darted to the nearest wall to bash his skull until the pain went away
*knock knock*
"Who the fuck is it I'm busy busting my head open"
Michael opened the door, staring into the bloodshot glassy eyes of an emotionally torn man
"Michael?"
He blinks, his eyebrows raising as his face unscrews from the tightly wound and aggressive expression to a more vulnerable side
"I couldn't stay away."
He moves closer to Trevor, his chest beating wild with heartache as a lump enters his throat
"No. Don't come any closer"
Ignoring his pleas Michael steps into Trevor's bubble, at this point he was sure his heart was leaping out of his chest, begging to be close to him.
"Michael I'm not ready for this"
"Shut up."
Pulling Trevor into his arms he embraces him, Trevor's heart beating just as wildly as his, within seconds Michael feels two lean arms pull him even closer to Trevor's torso as his ears are filled with a whisper of a sob
Michael hearing this strokes his back, tracing over Trevor's spine whispering into his ear
"I'm here baby"
"You have no idea how many years I've needed this"
2 minutes pass and Michael slowly lets go from the embrace to look at Trevor's face
His eyes glossy and bloodshot were surrounded by pools of tears, moving his left arm from Trevor's back he wiped the tears away with his thumb as he began tracing his face, slowly moving from his eyes to his cheeks until he stopped at his lips.
"Michael..."
Trevor whispers this to no avail with only a hush in reply
"Shhhh it's ok"
Stroking Trevor's lips with his thumb his chest began to thump with his growing urge to kiss him
He slowly moves closer staring intently at the pair of hazel eyes nervously gazing in curiosity to what was to happen
His lips are now inches away from Trevor's as his eyes still locked on the hazel orbs, waiting for a response positive or negative.
A lean arm slowly crawls from Michael's back to neck
"I need this"
Trevor pushes Michael into his lips stroking his hair as the pair get to know each others mouths
In 20 years all the built up feelings of anger, pain and sorrow melt away as they get more intense

Suddenly Trevor pulls away
"I'm sorry. I can't do this"
Michael looks at him, his baby blues trying to charm the rugged man
"Don't make me beg"
Trevor pulls away from the Michael sitting back into his chair
"You want me? You gain my trust. Don't slither your way into my pants or I'll assume you're a snake"
Sighing Michael walks over to the desk
"And how do I please his royal ass wipe"
Glaring at the ocean eyed man Trevor snaps back
"I don't know sugar maybe take me out get to know me. Put some interest in my personality rather than my body"
"News flash cupcake I put plenty of interest in your personality"
Their eyes relocked both searching for a tiny crack of lies between each other
"I want things to be like the old days M, me and you constantly together having fun without a worry in the world"
Sitting down on the chair opposite the desk Michael goes to speak
"Before you say it sugar tits. It's perfectly possible for us to do that. I'm not asking for a lovers on the run adventure, though it would be nice... all I want is for you and me to hang out more, for old time sake"
Michael thinks for a minute, it seemed pretty fair. But he knew deep down Trevor would spring some weird catch or rule with this it seemed too easy for Mr Phillips
"What's the catch?"
Trevor's scarred lips cracked a smile as a low chuckle escaped
"That's the beauty of it Townley. There is no catch. I just get to decide when I'm ready to trust you... If it bothers you that much you can bring that kid.. what's his name... Francis?"
"Franklin."
"Oh I was close enough, yeah it would be nice to talk to him too, haven't spoken to him since we first met.. you know he idolises you? It gives me the fucking creeps"
Scratching his head Michael looks back, not knowing how to respond
"Lay off him T this is about us not him"
"Did I hit a raw nerve then? Aww poor baby. Please Mike don't tell me you don't see it you two have some weird ass father son I never had connection and it's nuts"
At this point Michael was ticked off, he was not in the mood for it
"You can talk? I saw that weirdo hanging outside your trailer and boy he has more issues than my family put together"
Trevor stands up marching furiously to Michael with beads of sweat dripping down his face
"Ron's a business associate. Ron is fucking trustworthy unlike you, poor fucking idiot would be lost without me."
Michael snickers
"Trevor please he's fucking terrified of you that's why he won't run away, he looked like a hostage victim that finally lost their mind when I saw him"
"Shut up."
Michael smirks, he hit a raw nerve
"Why? Are all your 'friends' like this? Am I the only one who's not a paranoid and disturbed hill billy?"
Trevor couldn't handle it anymore
"For fuck sake Michael SHUT UP."
He stormed out taking whatever meth he had with him
Michael had gotten right under his skin, he was like a predator, one that charmed his prey in then struck right where it hurt.
He sat outside on a plastic chair watching the cars drive by
He heard a door swing from behind him and waited for that oh so familiar voice
He felt two hands on his shoulders
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pissed you off"
"You didn't piss me off. You'd know if you had."
Michael looked down at the annoyed Canadian, wondering what the hell he meant in saying that
"Is that a threat?"
"No sugar. It's a warning. But then again you don't need them since I know you'll push me again, I think you get a high off arguments since boy oh boy you sure love to fucking argue"
Michael groaned as he heard Trevor's sarcastic laugh
"What? Am I wrong sugar tits?"
"You know something?"
"What?"
Trevor waited for a response, wondering what the hell Michael was to say whatever it was Trevor did not want another argument on his hands
"I think you like the fact I push you. Argue with you. Whatever you wanna call it"
Trevor started to smile without Michael knowing
"Who the fuck gave you that idea?"
"Think of it. The people you associate with now don't ever disagree with you, probably because they're too scared to. As for me I would say I'm the only person who challenges you, maybe the only one who is still alive who does. But you won't hurt me. You need me"
Trevor starts laughing and stands up turning around to Michael
"Oh sugar, you really know how to make me smile don't you?"
He turns back to watch the cars drive by, Michael walks closer to the railing and Trevor pulls him closer and puts his arm around his shoulder
"How does Thursday 5 o clock, me, Franklin and you meet up at Vinewood Boulevard?"
"Sure"
Trevor looked at Michael who was now smiling at him
"Then it's a date."