#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.”

Instead, he receives a spam of messages of Sony and Jamie telling him how dumbass he is. “Fuck.” He curses as he stops going back in fourth in Jack’s apartment. “Do you think I can catch a plane real quick?”

“Trevor, there’s a blizzard out there!” Jack reminds him, trying to reason him. But it’s Trevor, he doesn’t actually think.

“It’s barely even flurrying.” Trevor replies as he opens the curtains to see… a blizzard, as Jack tried to tell him.

His best friend approaches him as he puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look, it’s a weather situation. If anything happens to you…” Jack doesn’t finish his sentence as he’s anxious.

They always had been ice and fire but they were always completing each other. Trevor is the easy-going chill guy and Jack is the anxious and earth to earth one.

And in front of this storm, Trevor has to resign. “Ok, I’ll try to explain how much of an idiot I am to my coach.”

*

The snow is falling and it’s incredibly quiet over at Jack’s apartment. Trevor misses that sometimes. Life in Anaheim is so differently weather-wise. It’s always sunny, hot and warm. New Jersey on the other hand is very similar to Michigan.

In a way, being there with Jack reminds him of when they were playing together.

“Trevor?” Jack questions him as he hands him a cup of hot chocolate. He’s still in his pyjamas. After all, there’s absolutely nothing else to do.

Trevor’s sitting in the couch in front of the patio door of the apartment. Part of him wants this storm to stop and to join his team but another wants to stay in with Jack a little bit more.

He misses him a lot more than he expected. It’s a part of their job but they were so close together that it’s hard to imagine his life without Jack being constantly in it.

“Thanks.” Trevor thanks him as he looks at Jack coming next to him.

“Not what you’re used to see in Anaheim, uh?”

“Not exactly. But living in Michigan thought me a couple of things about the weather, tho.” He laughs. And yet, he’s still in New Jersey. “I miss it sometimes.”

“Michigan? Yeah, me too.”

“Not just that, Jack. I miss you too. We were always together all the time.” Trevor notices that Jack just blushed, drinking his hot chocolate. “I’m serious, bro.”

Jack looks back at him. “You are…?”

“Of course!” He replies back. “You have something… there…” He says as he grabs a napkin to wipes out the excess off Jack’s lips. Jack just lets him of course. He doesn’t even move or say anything.

Their eyes finally meet and they exchange a long look. no words are exchanged. It’s like time stops around them. They hadn’t seen each other since the All-Star game and it wasn’t exactly the time for them.

Trevor doesn’t exactly know who does it first but somewhere in between the mix, their lips meet and they’re literally kissing each other. Jack’s lips are soft and they taste like sugar due to the hot chocolate but that’s exactly how he imagined it.  

“I wish you could stay a little longer…” Jack whispers against his lips as they end the kiss slowly.

“Yeah, me too. But well, I’m here now, right?”

“Right. Can I…?” Jack half asks him to kiss him again.

“Of course.” Trevor lets him.

Not even the bride herself and even worse, the groom. And even if he’s somehow relief that Jack isn’t really getting married, he feels the shame for not having minded his goddamn business and just realizes that he, in fact, ruined the day of someone he doesn’t even know.

*

“You did what?” Jamie barks of laughter when he comes back from his adventure.

In other circumstances, Trevor would’ve found his own story funny and he would’ve joined Jamie on his hysterical laugh.

But it turns out that it’s not so funny when you’re the one who lives the whole story.

“You did not just interrupt a complete stranger wedding, thinking it was Jack.” And his friend continues, trying to catch his breathe in his laughter.

Trevor tries to find something, even the stupidest, to defend himself from this humiliation he just lived. “Do you know how many Jack Hughes there is?” Yep, the stupidest he can even think of.

But Jamie can’t help himself but laugh at him harder. Trevor finds the nearest pillow beside him on the couch and he facepalms himself with it. What an idiot. That’s not even an excuse, he knows that he should’ve read the damn invitation first but his mind went straight tot the worst-case scenario.

“Did you even read the invitation, bro?” But Jamie doesn’t even have to wait for an answer. “You didn’t! Z, you’re fucking killing me.”

If he could dig his tombstone right, Trevor could 100% do it himself because he never felt so ashamed. And he’s not the sort of shy guy or whatever. He’s Trevor “the new NHL sensation” Zegras. His reputation’s on the line.

And now not only his reputation is on the line, but his feelings for one of his best friends too. “Just stop, please.” Trevor begs him.

“Wow, that’s new, Trevor Zegras begging for something.” Jamie teases him. “You’re an idiot. But I think Jack would find it very cute.”

“What?”

“While you went on your little adventure in the wild to ruin a stranger’s wedding, you forgot your phone on the table.” He tells him, pointing at it with his chin. “It was Jack. I didn’t have to sneak because you let it open so it popped every time you received something.”

Trevor goes silence again. For once, he doesn’t have to say much for himself.

“Next time, use your brain and read your goddamn mail ‘til the end.” Those are Jamie’s last words before he gets up the couch to leave Trevor alone on it. If there was a lesson to learn today in Trevor’s life, it would probably be it.

He takes his phone and he checks on it to see that Jamie was, of course, right and that Jack left him a couple of messages and a voicemail. But this time, he wants to do the things in the right order and go get that letter to check whatever was on it, besides a wedding invitation.

Trevor goes to his room and he pulls back the practically destroyed letter he received. He confirms that it’s really from Jack with his address and all. When he takes out the invitation, he finally realizes that he’s officially an idiot because that’s not Jack who’s getting married but Quinn, Jack’s older brother.

Yes, Quinn is getting married, not Jack. It was never Jack. Just when he thinks that this story wouldn’t get worst for him.

He then turns the invitation to check if there’s anything else and his heart skips a heartbeat when he recognizes Jack’s handwriting asking: Would you go with me yes [] or no []

His phone ring before he can think of anything.

It’s him. Seeing all Jack’s determination to contact him prior to this call, Trevor answers. “Hey.” He just breathes, hoping Jack would never feel the nervousness in his voice.

“Hey Z.” But it turns out that Jack is also nervous because Trevor knows him too much. “Is it a good time or…?”

“Yeah, sorry about that I was… I’ll tell you that story later. Go first.” Trevor swallows.

“Oh, uh. Ok well… Did you get the invitation?”

“Yes. I have it now…”

“Look, Z, Quinn is doing the configuration and the boring stuff and he wants to know if I’m going with someone… and uh…” Anxiety starts kicking in this poor Jack and Trevor hates it. He doesn’t like seeing or hearing him so anxious.

“It’s yes.” Trevor cuts him as his heart is beating faster in his chest. “I wouldn’t have interrupted a stranger wedding thinking it’s you if it was no.”

“You… wait a minute.” Jack tries to understand. “You… you interrupted a wedding? For me? For…”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m in love you, Jack.” Trevor finally confesses and he hates that he can’t do it face to face right now because he would’ve kissed him. He dreamed of Jack’s lips on his for so long and confessing on the phone is the worst after all he went through today. Even if a weight lifts on his shoulders, he just wishes he could see Jack in person and have a taste of his lips.

“Well… Me too, Trevor. For years.” Jack adds. “So you’re coming. With me.” He repeats in disbelief.