[It's a vague statement, distracted because there's a gap in that door that Trevor's craning his neck to see through, and it's hard to feign non-chalance in that position. Can't help it. Doesn't want to.
There's one of two ways this can go. Trevor either bears witness to a fairly glorious wardrobe malfunction and gains fodder for the next century's worth of teasing, or he gets a glimpse of some bare ass (of which he's rather fond). Win-win as far as he's concerned. He's got no losing stakes in this.
Modesty is overrated with a body like Adrian's. That's Trevor's newest revelation, and he makes a careful mental note of it; of exactly what destroys him so completely, holds him utterly at Adrian's mercy, whenever and as often as he sees fit. It's infuriating. It's hot.
no subject
[It's a vague statement, distracted because there's a gap in that door that Trevor's craning his neck to see through, and it's hard to feign non-chalance in that position. Can't help it. Doesn't want to.
There's one of two ways this can go. Trevor either bears witness to a fairly glorious wardrobe malfunction and gains fodder for the next century's worth of teasing, or he gets a glimpse of some bare ass (of which he's rather fond). Win-win as far as he's concerned. He's got no losing stakes in this.
Modesty is overrated with a body like Adrian's. That's Trevor's newest revelation, and he makes a careful mental note of it; of exactly what destroys him so completely, holds him utterly at Adrian's mercy, whenever and as often as he sees fit. It's infuriating. It's hot.
And still, the frappuccino is sipped.]
Verdict?