Stories For the Damned

Trevor Fuckin' Stinks

After a long day, Trevor came home. He greeted you with a hug and immediately started going on about why he was late, but you weren't really listening because you realized that Trevor smelled bad.

Not like his usual cigarettes, booze, and sweat.

He smelled like...puke and...fresh blood. Like he had been doing something illegal, well, more illegal than usual. Though his shirt was semi-clean and his pants were about the same, he reeked.

"Amanda is a fuckin' loon and Mikey ain't too far off either. Their son's a huffer and their daughter's a whore- honestly, I see why they live in Los Santos. Couldn't get a place-"

"Trevor-" you interrupted, taking a step back from him. The last thing you needed was to feel sick from his scent. "Trev- you...." You didn't finish the sentence, just made an unsavory sound. You didn't want to embarrass him, although knowing him he'd just laugh while getting closer to you to freak you out.

He was looking at you having just cracked open a pisswasser waiting for you to finish.

But you just looked him up and down, thinking of what you could possibly say to get him in the shower....

"You alright, doll?" he said before taking a sip. That's when you figured it out.

You smiled then, knowing that to get what you wanted you would have to appeal to his....second nature. "Trev..." you said, doing that slightly sultry voice he liked, "I didn't...shower today."

He stared at you, unphased by your statement, just a bit curious about your tone of voice.

You continued, "Would you...shower with me?"

"You want to....?" he said, raising an eyebrow. Now he was the one looking you up and down, taking a step forward.

But you immediately stepped back, making him frown a bit. So, you quickly came up with an excuse. "I just washed clothes, I have to get towels and washcloths. You turn on the water heater and undress, please?

Trevor smiled with a wink before downing the rest of his beer, "You got it, sweetcheeks." He wiped his mouth with a dirty hand and dropped the empty bottle in the sink before making his way over to the door.

Thank god you had some clean laundry that you had never put away from the last time you washed. You sighed before going to the room to search for said towels and such.

You thought of how Trevor needed to change his stuff anyway. His towel reeked of mildew as if he was soaking it in the shower and then letting it stew in moisture. It probably made his musk even worse. As you pulled two clean towels and two clean washcloths from a basket on the bed, you wondered how someone could be so....unsanitary.

Trevor normally had this smell about him that wasn't necessarily stinky. But it wasn't pleasant either. Maybe you'd gotten used to it after being with him for so long.

You sighed to yourself as you heard him enter the trailer again. He cursed as he probably tripped over some random thing that you'd asked him to pick up time and time again.

After a few seconds, the sound of the shower turning on told you he was at least making sure the heater was doing its job. How thoughtful.

"Trev?" you said getting no answer per usual. You were about to just go to him when he stepped into the doorway greeting you shirtless.

"Need help gettin' naked?" he asked, eyeing you up. You were willing to bet that he was already hard just from the prospect of sex in the shower.

You rolled your eyes playfully as he stepped closer. "No, Trevor."