Just stay a little bit longer
SUMMARY: After Trevor returns home from a grueling fifteen-day road trip, all he wants is to spend the day wrapped up with you. What starts as one more playful attempt to keep you in bed turns into a quiet reminder that sometimes the best plans are the ones you cancel for the person you’ve missed the most.
WC: 2.4k
WARNINGS: Established relationship, lots of fluff and domestic romance, plenty of cuddling and physical affection, playful teasing, kissing
Requested: Trevor Zegras + “Come back to bed. Five more minutes.”
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight around your waist. The second was the warm breath against the back of your neck. And the third was that you couldn’t move.
Not because anything was wrong, but because Trevor had somehow managed to wrap his entire body around you during the night. One arm was tucked securely beneath your pillow, the other resting over your stomach, while one of his legs was tangled between yours like he was afraid you might disappear if he loosened his hold for even a second.
Considering he had been away for fifteen days, you supposed you couldn’t blame him.
Trevor had arrived home only a few hours earlier, sometime after two in the morning. You had tried to stay awake for him, curled up on the couch with a movie playing quietly in the background, but you had fallen asleep before the opening credits were even finished.
You barely remembered hearing the front door open.
You remembered Trevor whispering your name. You remembered opening your eyes long enough to see his tired smile above you and throwing your arms around his neck before he could even put his bag down.
Then there had been sleepy kisses, quiet laughter, and Trevor carrying you toward the bedroom despite your protests that he had already spent half the day traveling and didn’t need to carry you anywhere.
Apparently, exhaustion hadn’t stopped him from clinging to you for the rest of the night.
Your phone vibrated on the nightstand. You carefully reached toward it, trying not to disturb him, but Trevor’s arm tightened immediately “No,” he mumbled into your neck.
You bit back a laugh. “I didn’t even do anything.”
“You moved.”
“I’m checking the time.”
“Time isn’t real.”
“It’s almost ten.”
“Exactly. Too early.”
You finally managed to grab your phone, squinting at the bright screen. Several messages were waiting in the group chat with the other girls, most of them discussing the brunch reservation you had agreed to days ago.
A reservation that started in less than an hour. You sighed softly and began attempting to untangle yourself from Trevor’s hold.
His response was immediate “Where are you going?”
His voice was rough with sleep, and when you turned your head, you found him watching you through barely open eyes. His hair was sticking up in every possible direction, and there was a faint crease across his cheek from the pillow.
You hated how adorable he looked “I have brunch.”
Trevor frowned as though you had just informed him you were moving to another country “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“With who?”
“The girls.”
He lifted his head slightly. “They’ve seen you recently.”
“So?”
“I haven’t.”
“You’re seeing me right now.”
“Not enough.”
You laughed and tried to sit up, only for Trevor to pull you back against his chest. He buried his face against your shoulder and pressed a series of lazy kisses along your skin “Trevor,” you warned, although there wasn’t any real firmness behind it.
“Come back to bed,” he murmured. “Just five more minutes.”
“You’ve been saying ‘five more minutes’ since we woke up.”
“And it’s been working.”
“I need to shower.”
“You showered yesterday.”
“I need another one.”
“You smell good.”
“I need to get dressed.”
“You are dressed.”
You glanced down at the oversized shirt you were wearing—his shirt, naturally—and raised an eyebrow “This is not brunch attire.”
“It could be.”
“I’m not going to a restaurant wearing your shirt and no pants.”
Trevor opened one eye. “I think you look perfect.”
“You’re biased.”
“I’m in love. There’s a difference.”
The words were said so casually that they shouldn’t have affected you as much as they did. Trevor was always like that—affectionate without hesitation, never embarrassed by how much he cared about you.
He could turn almost anything into a joke, but he never joked about loving you.
His teammates teased him relentlessly for it. Trevor couldn’t go more than a few hours without texting you, sending you a ridiculous video, or calling just to tell you something that easily could have waited until later.
During the road trip, he had called you every night, even when it was late and he was exhausted. Sometimes he would talk until one of you fell asleep. Other times, he would simply keep you on FaceTime while he packed his bag or ate his postgame meal because he wanted you nearby in whatever way he could have you.
Fifteen days had been too long for both of you. You just weren’t going to admit that to him when he was already being insufferably smug “You survived without me,” you said.
“Barely.”
“You seemed perfectly fine in the videos the team posted.”
“That was acting.”
“You were laughing.”
“Coping mechanism.”
“You went out to dinner with everyone.”
“I was thinking about you the entire time.”
“You posted a picture captioned ‘Best road trip ever.’”
Trevor paused “That was the social media guy.”
“You posted it from your personal account.”
“He stole my phone.”
“Trevor.”
“Baby,” he countered, stretching the word out as he pulled you closer.
You tried to look unimpressed, but his sleepy smile made it nearly impossible “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you missed me.”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to.” His hand slipped beneath the hem of the shirt, resting against the bare skin of your waist. His thumb moved lazily back and forth as he studied your face “You stayed awake waiting for me.”
“I fell asleep.”
“You tried to stay awake.”
“I always wait when you’re coming home late.”
“You also squeezed me so hard when I walked in that I almost fell over.”
“You startled me.”
“And you kissed me before saying hello.”
“That isn’t unusual.”
“You told me you hated road trips.”
“I hate listening to you complain about them.”
“You slept in my shirt every night.”
Your eyes narrowed. “How would you know that?”
Trevor’s grin widened “You sent me pictures.”
You immediately remembered the sleepy selfies you had sent him throughout the trip—most of them taken while you were curled up in bed wearing one of his old shirts “That proves nothing.”
“It proves you’re obsessed with me.”
“I’m going to brunch.” You pushed the blankets aside decisively and managed to get one foot onto the floor before Trevor caught you around the waist. A surprised laugh escaped you as he dragged you back onto the mattress “Trevor!”
“You’re not leaving me.”
“I’m going downstairs, not abandoning you at an orphanage.”
“Same emotional impact.”
“You are so dramatic.”
He rolled over until he was partially on top of you, careful not to put his full weight against your body. His face hovered inches above yours, the teasing expression slowly softening “I missed you,” he said.
There was no joke attached to it this time. Your resistance weakened instantly. Trevor’s fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face. The exhaustion was still visible beneath his eyes, but so was something quieter and more vulnerable.
“I know it was only fifteen days,” he continued, “but it sucked. Every hotel room felt weird, and everyone got tired of hearing me talk about you.”
“I’m sure Jamie loved hearing about me.”
“He threatened to block your number from my phone.”
“He wouldn’t dare.”
“He also said I was ruining relationships for the single guys because I kept talking about how much I wanted to come home.”
You smiled despite yourself. “You’re embarrassing.”
“Probably.” His thumb brushed across your cheek “But I really missed this. Waking up with you. Annoying you in person instead of through a screen.”
“You were very committed to annoying me through the screen.”
“I did my best.”
“You called me at three in the morning once.”
“I forgot about the time difference.”
“You were in the same time zone.”
Trevor pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing. “Okay, that one might’ve been intentional.”
“I knew it.”
“I wanted to hear your voice.” The simple admission quieted you. You reached up, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. Trevor immediately leaned into your touch, his eyes falling closed for a moment.
The truth was that you had missed him terribly.
The apartment had felt too quiet without him. There had been no hockey equipment appearing in places where hockey equipment had absolutely no business being, no music blasting from the kitchen while he attempted to make breakfast, and no Trevor reaching for you every time you walked past him.
You had hated waking up alone.
You had hated going to sleep without his cold feet finding yours beneath the blankets and you had hated pretending you were completely fine whenever he asked whether you missed him.
Trevor opened his eyes again “Stay with me today.”
“I already told everyone I’d be there.”
“You can tell them something came up.”
“What came up?”
“Your extremely handsome boyfriend came home after suffering for fifteen long, painful days.”
“You were playing hockey, not fighting in a war.”
“Felt similar.”
“You won most of the games.”
“Because I was motivated by the thought of returning to you.”
You covered his mouth with your hand before he could continue “That was terrible.”
He kissed your palm “You loved it.”
“I absolutely did not.” Trevor gently moved your hand away before leaning down to kiss you properly.
The kiss was slow and soft, lacking the urgency from when he had first arrived home. He kissed you as if you had nowhere else to be, and with every passing second, it became increasingly difficult to remember why you had been trying to leave in the first place.
When he pulled away, his nose brushed yours “Five more minutes,” he whispered.
“You’re manipulative.”
“You think I’m cute.”
“Unfortunately.”
“And you missed me.”
You hesitated, his eyebrows lifted expectantly “I missed you a normal amount.”
Trevor gasped. “A normal amount?”
“Yes.”
“I was gone for over two weeks.”
“Fifteen days.”
“That’s basically a month.”
“That isn’t how time works.”
“I missed you an abnormal amount.”
“I noticed.”
“I stared at pictures of you before every game.”
“That’s slightly concerning.”
“I told everyone you were the most beautiful girl in the world.”
“That’s very concerning.”
“I bought you something in every city.”
You blinked. “What?” Trevor immediately looked guilty “You did not.”
“They were small things.”
“Trevor.”
“One of them might not be small.”
“What did you buy?”
“You can’t get mad.”
“That sentence has never been followed by anything good.”
He grinned. “Stay home and I’ll show you.”
“You’re bribing me now?”
“I’m giving you incentives.”
Your phone vibrated again. You glanced toward it, and Trevor followed your gaze before looking back at you with an exaggeratedly wounded expression “You’re really choosing eggs Benedict over me?”
“I like eggs Benedict.”
“I can make eggs Benedict.”
“You nearly set the kitchen on fire making grilled cheese.”
“The pan was defective.”
“The paper towel caught fire.”
“The paper towel shouldn’t have been so flammable.” You laughed, shaking your head. Trevor watched you for a moment before dropping his face into the crook of your neck again “Please stay.”
The quiet sincerity in his voice finally ended the argument. You reached blindly for your phone and opened the group chat. Trevor lifted his head just enough to look at the screen “What are you telling them?”
“That I’m not coming.”
His entire face brightened “Really?”
“Don’t make me regret it.”
“I would never.”
“You make me regret things constantly.”
“But you love me.”
You typed a quick message explaining that you wouldn’t be joining them after all. Almost immediately, several replies appeared.
We knew you weren’t coming the second Trevor landed.
Honestly, we would’ve been concerned if you showed up.
Tell Zegras he owes us brunch next week.
Your cheeks warmed as Trevor read the messages over your shoulder “They know you’re obsessed with me too,” he said smugly.
“They know you’re clingy.”
“Same thing.”
You placed your phone back on the nightstand and settled beneath the blankets.
Trevor didn’t waste a second. He pulled you against him again, tucking your head beneath his chin as though you had finally returned to your proper place “There,” he murmured contentedly. “Much better.”
“You know we can’t stay in bed all day.”
“Why not?”
“Because we need food.”
“We can order food.”
“You need to unpack.”
“Tomorrow problem.”
“You have laundry.”
“Also tomorrow problem.”
“You left your suitcase in the entryway.”
“It lives there now.”
You tilted your head to look at him. “For how long?”
“Until my beautiful, loving girlfriend unpacks it for me.”
“Your beautiful, loving girlfriend is going to throw it off the balcony.”
Trevor kissed your forehead “You’d miss me too much when I had to leave to retrieve it.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And way too loving?”
You smiled, recognizing your own words from countless conversations with friends. Whenever anyone asked you what dating Trevor was like, that was always your answer.
Funny. Impossible. Completely incapable of understanding the concept of personal space.
And way too loving. Although you secretly knew there was no such thing.
Trevor’s fingers traced slow patterns over your back, his breathing gradually beginning to even out again “You’re falling asleep,” you whispered.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Just resting my eyes.”
“You’ve been home for less than eight hours and you’re already using old-man excuses.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Then sleep.”
“Only if you’re here when I wake up.”
Your chest tightened “I’ll be here.”
“Promise?”
You pressed a kiss against his jaw “I promise.”
Trevor smiled without opening his eyes and pulled you even closer.
For several minutes, the room was quiet. Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, illuminating the bags he had dropped beside the bedroom door and the clothes scattered across the floor from his late-night arrival.
You should have gotten up.
There were things that needed to be done. Brunch plans you had already canceled, groceries you needed to buy, and an entire suitcase filled with laundry waiting downstairs.
But Trevor was warm, and he was home.
After fifteen days of sleeping alone, listening to his voice through a phone, and pretending that the distance hadn’t bothered you as much as it had, there was nowhere else you needed to be.
Just as you thought he had completely fallen asleep, Trevor spoke again “Five more minutes.” You smiled against his chest “Five more.”
Both of you knew it would be much longer than that.
