#trevorjack

It was somewhere in the third week at the lakehouse when it all happened. The lot of you had decided to have a BBQ, Quinn putting himself in charge of the grill whilst everyone else helped out here and there before you all settled around the fireplace. There was a crate of beers shared amongst you all, someone playing music from a speaker that appeared out of nowhere and Cole and Alex arguing over whether the fire needed more wood or not. 

Ultimately, Quinn told them both to sit down and stop poking the fire with a large stick. 

One by one, everyone trinkled back into the house when the tipsiness began to wear off and the exhaustion started to hit. But you were still buzzed and happy and far too awake for your own good. You were content staying out a little longer, finishing the last dregs of your beer before heading back upstairs. 

You hadn’t even realised you had been left alone with Trevor and Jack until they both shuffled closer to you, one on either side and both bright eyed and cheeks flushed. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you look really pretty in the firelight?” Trevor asked, all smiley and giggly as he tilted his head towards you. “Because you do. Like, you really do.”

You snorted. “How drunk are you, Zegras?”

“Drunk enough to know I’m right,” he answered with a confident nod of his head.

Jack giggled. “He is right, though.”

You rolled your eyes, telling yourself that your face felt hot because of the fire and not the compliments they were throwing at you. “You’re both talking out of your asses right now,” you laughed off. “I should have known better than to think you two yappers wouldn’t be as talkative when you are drunk.” 

“You know,” Trevor started, flashing you a mischievous smile. “The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me.” 

Your mouth went dry at his words as you stared at him, a bit helplessly. 

“It’s true,” Jack spoke up, the warmth of his body settling behind you as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. His breath was warm and ticklish against your cheek as he spoke, as he looked between you and Trevor. “And he’s a pretty damn good kisser if I do say so myself.” 

Trevor grinned. “Thanks, babe.”

“I—” You started but words were difficult to find. “What?” 

“Wow, don’t even need to kiss you to shut you up,” Trevor joked before jokingly pouting. “A shame. It’s kinda all we’ve been wanting to do all summer.” 

“That’s also true,” Jack hummed, his nose lightly nudging your cheek. “We’ve just been waiting to get you alone.” 

“You’re both drunk,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to tear your eyes away from Trevor’s heated gaze. 

“We’re drunk, not liars,” Trevor retorted. “We know what we want. We want you.” 

You blinked. “Both of you?” 

Trevor’s smile widened. “Two for the price of one.”

“I…I think this is a very weird alcohol-induced dream,” you murmured out, feeling Jack shake with laughter behind you. 

“Why don’t you kiss him and find out?” Jack mused and you could hear the smirk in his voice. 

You gulped. “What about—”

“We don’t kiss and tell, baby,” Trevor assured you, seeming far too relaxed about the whole situation. “It’s just you and us here right now.” 

“No one but us,” Jack hummed. “But we have one rule.”

“What’s that?”

“You kiss him then you kiss me,” Jack grinned. “Can’t be making me jealous, babe.”

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“He’s my brother,” Jack pointed out. 

“And he is my best friend,” Trevor retorted.

“Eh,” you murmured out, much to Jack’s delight as he snatched the Ducks mug out of Trevor’s hands and shoved it back onto the shelf.

“Quinn would rather step on the ice with cucumbers on his skates than own any Ducks merch,” Jack insisted, playfully shoving the other boy further into the store. 

“That is oddly specific,” Trevor muttered with a frown. “Quinn loves me secretly, you’re just in denial about another Hughes liking me.”

Jack shot him a look. “What? One isn’t enough?” 

Trevor grinned and you could practically see the innuendo forming in his head, the words on the tip of his tongue before you quickly intervened. 

“Please don’t,” you sighed, trying to nudge them with the trolley you were pushing. “My dignity can not handle being banned from another store.”

“That was not my fault,” Trevor argued.

Jack frowned a little. “You were the one begging for a changing room blowjob.”

Trevor paused before shrugging. “Okay, so it was kind of my fault but—”

“Can we please stay on track?” You interrupted, flashing your boyfriends the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. “We have a large list of people to buy gifts for and so far, all we have is an array of questionable items Trevor has shoved into the trolley.”

“It’s a surprise, baby,” Trevor grinned. “One that involves your favourite things, including the two of us—”

“Trev,” Jack groaned, nudging the boy with his elbow as his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Fine, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself until we are home. Now, c’mon, I saw these killer shoes that Luke would definitely wear and—” 

Jack groaned. “I swear if they are also Ducks themed—”

“Well, duh.”