Trevor Parrish

The bracelet on her wrist nearly glistened under the faint street lights. Around the metal was a blue band—one of the two colors for the array of escorts. Non-exclusive, that is what the vibrant color foretold. It was a mandatory item, the article of jewelry unable to be removed from her wrist. A few years ago the young woman truthfully found the bracelet unbearable. Either it was always in her way, or rubbed her sensitive flesh the wrong way. Now she barely noticed it—practically blind to its presence. Red was the other color, one that signified an exclusive escort. 

Red—actually, he likes to see it as Crimson... a name only familiar to those whom have lived ling enough in the city to count they age in triple digits. She is under the city's protection, unless she steps out of line enough to be punished. He'd seen the colour once he'd pulled away calmly. When she refuses his compensation, he doesn't try to convince her otherwise—it's her choice after all.

* ˚ ✦ 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

Is it late, or too early for the sun to be up yet? ———It is hard to tell, and he dares not to check his pocket watch for type. Those old things don't do well with the humidity, but it's a remnant of the past he cannot let go of. Not when he enjoys taking them apart, building or repairing them so much. With his 3-piece suit on and a touch of steampunk inspiration, Trevor does seem out of time when he stands beside some people. But in a place like Covaire City, there are people far more eccentric than him. His hair still hold their shape, slicked back, but with some volume.

It would cross his mind later. After the fever of this first time cooled and Eli was laying with Trevor asleep beside him. He would worry that Trevor might only love the idea of him. Not the reality of who he was. That was always the fear. But that was still hours away. Right now the only things he was thinking about was how good Trevor felt and tasted and how incredible the entire moment was. When Trevor asked if they were having sex bareback Eli opened his mouth to say 'only if he wanted to'. But he also had plans for where his mouth went today and he just wanted Trevor to know that even before any penetration that he got tested regularly. "We can. If that's what you want."

Wait? If that hadn't been about that———OH! Trevor almost blush, when rimming comes to mind, that must have been it then? He doesn't know, truly, but the anticipation is about to kill him for sure. Though, to be perfectly honest, they could've just kissed and cuddle, and Trevor would've been perfectly alright with that too... surprisingly. Maybe it's because the reality of what is happening hasn't really hit his mind yet. It feels like he's about to wake up in the middle of the night, in his bed, with and erection and wet crotch. Because how could this be true? At least, the documentarian won't have to be worried about the opinion of his parents, because both had known. He's brought back to this surreal reality and he simply nods; lost for words.

"I do you all the time." Eli quipped back, pleased with his infantile sense of humor for the moment. These were the things that made him feel calmer, more relaxed. But there was a small trickle of worry that ran through him as he realized that he didn't know who knew that he preferred men. He knew who he'd told in this reality, a very small hand full of people. Three. Two on purpose. One on accident. But now it was possible that people he didn't know knew things about him and he hated that thought. Things breaking apart and other things coming back together.

"They do say the taker is the gayest of the pair. So keep doing me, just confirms my gayness." Trevor replies, not backing down, because something feels like they'll need this for what's to come. And fuck is he sourly proven right less than a minute later.

If he could've heard Trevor's thoughts he would have agreed with the younger man. There were going to be some important talks that they were going to have to have in the near future. But that wasn't right now. And Eli was again very happy that he'd told just about everyone except his secuirty to take the day off. Because it was better right now, this way. Just the two of them. The feel of Trevor's hands wrapping around his head made him groan. Feeling the rough intensity of the touch, like he was being held onto for dear life. And Eli couldn't help but return the desperation in his own hands pulling Trevor as close as their chests would allow. The whimper was something else, a noise that shot straight down into his cock. He couldn't remember a time when someone authentically wanted him, just him as much as Trevor said he wanted Eli. It was like a drug. Eli nodded when Trevor said they could slow down another time. He couldn't help but laugh lightly when mentioned cumming in five minutes. "We should have a quick chat about that… We might have to take it slow before I can get inside you." He kissed Trevor again and then began walking backwards down the hallway moving them towards the bedroom with plenty of stops for further making out and letting his hands do some exploring. "Also since I have to say it. I'm clean. And I currently am not sleeping with anyone." As he talked his hands kept moving, running over the front of Trevor's pants and then back to grab his ass and squeeze. They finally made it to the master bedroom and shut the door, pressing Trevor against it as the very large bulge in his pants pressed against Trevor's hip. Eli moved his hands down to take Trevor's shirt off, kissing the younger man's neck before he reached down to open his pants. Figuring that Trevor would work on his clothing. Before long they were both naked and on the bed. And dear fucking god Trevor was goddamn beautiful. And he needed to touch the younger man, to put his mouth on him. They were still moving incredibly fast and Eli was completely caught up in the rush and the need of it all but still it took him a moment to think about being naked on his bed with Trevor Parrish. So even as his hands moved all over the younger man and his mouth travelled across the same pathway he asked, "You sure?"

The thing is that some filthy mouths might say Trevor cares only for the idea of Elijah, but it's so far from the truth. Maybe he had fifteen years to catch up on the details, but he'd been around the other man for quite some time before his father's passing. Then, his mother had continued to tell him stories, and then he'd tried to ask left and right about the older man. Trevor isn't in love with the actor, but it's more than just a little crush. And like he'd told Eli, it'll be so damn easy to fall in love with him, because who couldn't fall in love with a man like that. Just what he'd been doing for years to help Eden———

Eli snicked with laughter when Trevor mentioned sucking fingers. "I bet." He watched Trevor come closer to him and his folded arms dropped as he drunkenly reached for Trevor's beltloops on his pants. Tugging at the clothing but not doing anything other than that. He chuckled again and nodded his head when Trevor pointed out that them sleeping in the same bed was pretty gay itself, "It is pretty fucking gay isn't it?" Eli grinned and shrugged, "I dunno, maybe." But the way Trevor started talking about it. Him being Eli's dirty little secret made the wolf laugh again. "I think it was fun. Fucking you is always fun. That's probably pretty gay too, right?"

Trevor just laughs openly now. He doesn't think he's ever heard the wolf say the word gay so often in such a short time. "You can't do gayer than me, Elijah. We know I'll win that fight right now." He responds in jest once more. "But this gay man quite enjoy all the gay stuff we do on the regular. So you won't get any complains from me—and even if I can't remember, I doubt that other me had any complains to make either." Because if there's one things all the versions of him seems to have, it's either profound attraction to Elijah, or being in love with him... or both really.

When Trevor immidated Emlyn voice the older man laughed at just how good an impression it was. He shook his head and while smiling said, "Jesus, that was creepily good. Don't ever do that again." But Trevor was right. It was time to leave the past where it belonged. How many people got a real second chance? But that's what this felt like. And maybe it had to happen this way. That they had both had to go through the last fifteen years and come out the other side. He shook his head when Trevor told him that he was sorry. Eli had done it to himself. Both times. But at least this time he hadn't run and he hadn't let Trevor run. Not this time. He could feel the air between them like crackling electricity as Trevor said he wanted him. He nodded his head when Trevor said to take him but he still was moving slow. Like he was worried that Trevor would turn and bolt if he moved to fast. Or maybe because it didn't really feel real. It had been so long. But Trevor was right. Even as he told Eli to shut him up. He was right. No more guilt or shame. They hadn't done anything wrong they weren't doing anything wrong. Eli took his hands out of his pockets and closed the space between them. He'd never initiated a kiss between them before. And he felt like a teenager, suddenly worried about fucking it all up. But he curled a hand around the back of Trevor's neck and brought their mouths together. He kissed Trevor like he'd wanted to the other day. And it was fireworks. All of those stored up feelings between the both of them being released. He wrapped his other arm around Trevor's back and pulled him close, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless. "Hope that was worth the wait…" But he said it with a smirk as he kissed Trevor again, slower this time. Reaching up to run his fingers through Trevor's hair and down to cup his face and pull away just far enough to speak while pressing in for another kiss as he did, "How fast do you want to go? Tear each others clothes off now or do you want me to be a gentleman? I think it's only fair you pick the pace."

"Alright, I won't." Trevor had both admired and idolised his father. Actually, only a handful of people knew that this american accent was fake, because he had taken after his father when it came to his welsh accent. Elijah doesn't move, and Trevor wonders if the older man is as terrified as he is right now. Even with their feelings out, taking the next step, that last one over the edge—it's the hardest really. But it's what he needs, for the actor to make the move, because he doesn't think he'll be capable of doing it himself ever again. But he's aware that no matter what comes next, they'll need to have a serious talk about everything—from that kiss fifteen years ago, to Perry's mess up and what would happen with the documentary, to his burst out a week ago, and to what would happen with them. But for now, all of that heavy stuff can wait, because Elijah is coming toward him.

Eli is drunk, but not nearly as drunk as he is pretending to be. Because he is wary about what anyone might know after those dream walking head fucks that the city liked to play from time to time. And he wasn't sure how Trevor was going to greet him. But there was an intense pull towards the Elysian. Because he knew that they meant something to each other in that other life too. Like the city or universe or sadistic God kept shoving them together over and over until something cracked. He wasn't sure what to feel beyond some relief when Trevor said he couldn't remember shit. Thank fucking god. He grinned when Trevor offered to blow him until he passed out. He flipped off the older man and said, "Suck this. I'm not gonna pass out. I can hold my booze… Bitch." Words still slurred he frowned at the question then shrugged, "Just a saying. Doesn't mean anything really. Like saying 'how do you like that?' " He paused and then leaned on the wall, arms folded across his chest. "I think you were my boyfriend. Which is really fucking gay by the way. I might have also been dating a chick. I dunno shit gets a little fuzzy in there." He trailed off and then looked at Trevor a little more clearly as he was sobering up by the minute, "Lucky you don't remember shit." He rubbed the side of his temple. "It's getting pretty crowded in here. I'm gonna have to start prioritizing space."

Trevor would agree if he heard the other man's thoughts, because since day one, he'd always felt that push and pull toward the wolf. Like the world was trying to push them to gravitate toward each other, while also preventing them from ever truly touching each other. And he's yet to find out why. Like why would the fucking gods have a man like him, a Covaire supremacist, fall for a hunter of all people. Then again, who could be better than him to protect the wolf? No one. "Won't be the first time I suck fingers—" He replies in jest. If they can still have this back and forth, it's a good sign. But Elijah doesn't drink like that when everything is alright. So what is it that he knows that troubles him so much? He lets out a nonchalant sound at the explanation, taking a few steps forward as the wolf leans against the wall. "Your boyfriend? Well, I don't mean to be rude, but us sleep in the same bed, and fucking is pretty gay too." He teases back. But he doubts that's the issue, because it's not the first time they've been boyfriend in another world. "Was I your secret boyfriend? That's even better!" He chuckles, almost proud of the concept.

Eli had woken up in the fucking grass outside of the house. He'd sat up, head in his hands as memories and jumbles of dreams and things more heavy and real than dreams tried to fit themselves into the fabric of the now. Who the fuck was Eden? Who the fuck was Emlyn? Jesus. But as he sat in the stillness of the morning sun he felt things shift and solidify in his mind. Those fucking twins… Twins… And he knew those faces. After so many deaths, so much killing people might think that the faces all burred together. And yes, for some they did. But not those two. Considering when it happened. He frowned. Trying to put things together. All that guilt and shame filling up the places that had been so secure and confident. Things shifting back to their baselines. But there were also gaps. Things that he didn't quiet remember. He rubbed his face and walked into the house. He walked into the house in a half daze, calling out for Trevor. But the Elysian wasn't there. He stood next to the noodle couch for a long time before he turned and walked to the first door that he'd never gone into. He knew it had been Trevor's parents room. He stood in it for only a moment before leaving it again, untouched. Then he moved to the next room. When he opened that door he could tell that no one had been in it in ages. Even to clean. Dust sat thick and heavy on every surface. It felt… exiled. The next room he had gone into had been the same. Dust inches thick. But no where he looked had any pictures. No photographs to prove or disprove what he was thinking. The other rooms were shuttered but cleaner, more cared for. But the mere fact that there had been two rooms like that made Eli's blood go cold. He wasn't sure what it meant. Shouldn't guess too hard. But fuck, he needed a drink. And he'd gone back to his stash of Tequila before he settled himself on the noodle couch to try and black out the things he couldn't forget.

Thing is, Trevor remembers very little, to about nothing. But when he comes face to face with the wolf, he can feel strong emotions pulling him toward the younger man. And he can tell that they'd shared something special in that other universe, but he just doesn't really know what. Though, he does remember that Elijah had been the one to reveal his actual name. How funny that Elijah Ortiz had been a scene name... and here, the mask he wore to remain undercover. Knowing himself, Trevor is certain his other self had been some sort of secret keeper with that name. It's so strange to feel like he's known the wolf for years, and yet it hasn't been more than one.

Eli had noticed the half step back. He'd been an actor for most of his life at that point. He could read a lot into body language and what it said about another person. He knew that he wasn't doing a very good job of telling Trevor what he wanted to say. To try and explain himself a little. About what had happened. And why he'd done what he'd done. And while Trevor is a grown man in his mid-thirties Eli could still see the rawness of everything that had never been spoken about between them. And the older man realized just how wrong he'd been. But that was when Trevor began speaking again. And the weight of his ignorance and pride ground down on him as he listened to Trevor emote. And what all of that icy quiet had done to the other man. It hadn't been Trevor's fault. None of this had been. And if he'd been at all smart he would have insisted that they sit and talk before they met professionally. Because they weren't really strangers. But they weren't friends. And Eli should have known better than to try and treat Trevor like his father. Because that's not what this was. Not since Trevor was twenty.

Well fuck! Now it's his time to have his mind blown. He'd kissed the other man before? How the fuck had that happened? How could he have forgotten? Of all the things to forget—he'd forgotten about kissing the man he'd always found to be the most attractive. But then Elijah continues and of all the things to feel guilty about, that wasn't it. His father had always done what he wanted, and had he disagreed with Eli, he would've closed shop for the day. And no one but that fucking driver was to be blamed for falling asleep and killing his father. But today, anger doesn't have its place between them. But to learn that his attraction is returned, that maybe they still have a chance... they have an actual chance. Fifteen years late, but maybe for the best. At a time where he's old enough that he cannot be rejected for being too young. And fuck! He wants to believe they can make it work, even if Trevor needs to be in the shadow, he's ready for it, no matter the cost. It could destroy his career and he'd still try.

Eli had spent just about every day since their last encounter playing it over in his head. Trying to figure out why it had gone so wrong. What he could have done differently. And it all really came down to the fact that Trevor had no idea what that kiss and declaration meant to Elijah. What it had pulled up inside of him. All of the complicated things that he had never dealt with. Just ignored and hoped it would go away. And his own fear. It hadn't occurred to Eli that Trevor would feel the same as he had when he'd been trashed out of his skull after his father's funeral. And Eli was positive now that Trevor did not remember any of that night. Which made this that much more awkward. But he'd been running from this for fifteen years. And Trevor deserved better than that. Trevor wasn't his father. And Emlyn had been gone for a decade and a half. His mother gone too. His siblings scattered after the twins pulled their shit. And where had Eli been? With his head up his ass pretending that Trevor would be just fine. And then justifying his choices once he saw Trevor being as successful as he was.

Vagueness—that's how he sees it. The other man talking about things without saying everything, and Trevor wonders why he must torture himself this way. When Elijah reaches to rub his own beard, Trevor takes half a step back, almost worried that the touch had been coming for him. It's not that he's scared to be touched... no, he's terrified. Terrified that if the other gets too close, that he'll break down like he had too many times before. And suddenly it's like he's hyperventilating, listening to what the older man has to say. So unaware that he'd already crossed the invisible line between them so long ago. That he's indirectly responsible for the rift between them. But trashing his place seems to have done little to help him truly calm down once faced with the source of his pain.