Kiss My Tears Away (Trevor Philips X Reader)

Chapter 6

A/N SLIGHT LIME WARNING!!!!!

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It was around four in the morning when you were awoken by the sound of the door of your apartment being unlocked. You got up abruptly. Your first night back in your own home and someone was breaking in.

You reached under your bed and grabbed the wooden baseball bat you had hidden. You got off your bed slowly and quietly. You peered out of your bedroom into your living area. It was so dark that you could barely see anything. You focused your eyes in the direction of the door and heard the knob twist and turn.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the door finally opened slightly. That was when you decided to speak up.

"Don't come any further!" you warned, "I'm armed!"

But the door continued to open slowly. You watched as the silhouette of a man entered your apartment. You saw something in his hand.

"Hey, don't make me call the cops!" you shouted, still nothing. Was this guy an idiot? Did he want to get caught?

You saw the figure approach the wall and fumble around for something. Suddenly, the lights of the living room came on. You shielded your eyes for a moment before finally seeing who your intruder was.

Oh, no.

"Hey, baby..." slurred Trevor, spreading his arms apart. He was clad only in a dirty pair of briefs and rugged combat boots. He had a half-empty bottle of whisky in his hand. He was a mess but he looked... good. You gaped at him.

"Trevor?"

"The one and only!" he declared proudly. You exited your bedroom as he approached you, stumbling slightly.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

He enveloped you in a hug, causing you to drop the bat in your hand onto the floor, "What, canna guy come over and say hi sometime?"

The man reeked of alcohol and he was sticky with sweat, "It's four in the morning."

Trevor loosened his hug and look into your eyes. You could smell the strong scent of whisky on his breath, "Missed you... Missed you a whole lot," He leaned in with his wet lips puckered. Oh, fuck... Your eyes widened as you turned your head so that he kissed your hair. He backed up again and frowned, "What? No sugar for Uncle T?"

"H-how did you get in here?" you stuttered nervously, ignoring his question. You slowly pushed him away.

He took another swig of whisky, "Spare key," he answered.

Fuck... You didn't know he was paying attention when you used it earlier. You approached the window of your home and glanced outside. You saw his truck parked haphazardly across the street. He drove here from Sandy Shores that intoxicated?

You turned back to him. He was looking at your high school diploma that was framed on your wall.

"How much have you had to drink?" you questioned.

Trevor directed his attention back to you, and held up the bottle in his hand, "Three or four...?" You groaned in frustration and walked toward him. You led him into your bedroom and sat him down on your bed. You grabbed his whisky away from him. He laid back and let out a deep laugh, "Hadda feelin' you wanted me in your bed."

You disregarded his comment, you didn't even look at him. You just made your way to your dresser and pulled out a pair of over-sized pajama pants, setting his bottle of alcohol down on the top of the dresser. You turned toward him and tossed the pants in his direction. You grabbed some pajamas for yourself to wear.

"Here, you can stay here for the night until you sober up. You can sleep in my bed. I'll be on the couch." You walked past him, trying to make your way to the bathroom to get dressed. Suddenly, you felt his strong hands grab your hips and pull you on top of his half naked body. You winced at the slight pain in your broken arm.

"C'mon, baby," he whispered seductively to you, "Why don't you sleep with me t'night?"

You felt his hands slide down your back and over your ass, giving it a little squeeze. Your face burned pink as you shuddered at his touch.

"Trevor, no..."

"Christ, 'm so hard for you."

He pressed your hips against his. You felt his bulged against you. Your eyes widened before you pushed yourself off of him with all your might, "Trevor, please! You're drunk!"

Once you were firmly on your feet, you picked up the pajamas you had dropped on the floor when he grabbed you.

"As I was saying, I'll be in the living room!" you repeated sharply, as you stormed away.

"Whatever, baby," you heard him say, "I'm going to handle this bad boy right here. You're more than welcome to help me finish this anytime you want."

You tried your best not to listen to him talk about masturbating in your bed. You just wanted to get dressed and go back to bed.

You laid down on the couch and stared at the ceiling, hoping, praying that you fell asleep soon. But you couldn't. You couldn't focus on sleep, not with the faint sound of fabric moving and Trevor's light moaning from the next room consuming your thoughts and keeping you up.

This couldn't be happening.

You tried pressing your fingers in your ears and closing your eyes. But even with that, all you could think about was Trevor's naked body and how it felt when you were on top of him with his hands on your ass. Mostly, you thought about how his erection felt against your hips, the most intimate parts of both of you separated by a mere few layers of fabric.

'God, what the hell is wrong with me?' You thought to yourself.

You couldn't sleep like this. Not with all the noise. So, you waited. You waited until the rustling sound of your bed-sheets calmed down. You waited until the whimpers stopped. You waited until you heard one final groan of euphoria. And you waited until the thoughts wondering what he looked like shut the hell up.

It was then that you finally got some sleep.

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A/N Oh My God - that's literally  all I have to say

Word count: 999