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The alarm on Trevor's phone blared for the fifth time that morning- rather, afternoon. It was well past noon, breaching on 1:00. You let out a tired groan from beneath Trevor as you slapped your hand around on the side table until you found the phone.
"Hit it on snooze again, baby," Trevor begged. "I want round two."
"You were lucky to get round one, now get off of me," you retorted. Trevor whined as he rolled off of you; you managed to successfully grab his phone.
"Come on, [Y/N]. At least let me sleep in," Trevor said.
"No can do," you told him. "We're having a company meeting at 1:30, I can't hit snooze any longer. Besides, I've gotta take my meds." He let out another lengthy moan in response and draped an arm around your midriff, his hand snaking up to your face to brush his thumb against your cheek.
It had been six and a half months since you and Trevor had entered a relationship with each other. For the most part, things had gone smoothly. As smoothly as they could with somebody like him. He wasn't like anybody you'd ever met, truly.
For starters, he seemed to know everybody and their grandma. A couple months after Sadie had been found, Trevor had mentioned he'd gone out on a hunting trip with somebody who had the same name- Cletus. It wasn't a common name, and after asking, Trevor had indeed confirmed this was the same Cletus that had found Sadie and contacted Gabi. Along with this, the more businesses you'd enter with Trevor, the workers seemed to know him by name and vice versa. It astonished you how well he was able to remember people's names given his past habits.
Past habits, of course, being the excessive drug use. You'd managed to pry a little bit into what his usage had been like before the two of you had met.
"Weed, coke, beer, X. You know, the usual party drugs. That was before Michael decided to, you know," he'd told you one night during pillow talk. "After that job went wrong, I started doing all the other shit. If it's under the sun, I did it at least once. Most popular ones were meth, gas, and drinking. I can't fucking stand weed anymore, weirdly enough."
You'd managed to help Trevor somewhat curb his drinking and eliminate his gas and speed entirely. There had been a slip-up about four months into your relationship, but he managed to move past it with your help.
During an outing with Franklin and Lamar, you'd informed them about the good news with Trevor's drug intake. "Jesus Christ," Franklin had scoffed, "I always told him he'd never be able to find a girl with the balls to tame him, but here we are, I guess."
"Trust me," you said with a laugh, "he's not tamed. He just has a lesser chance of dying. It may be a marginal change of chance, but it's still a win."
Trevor tried and failed to hold onto you as you got up to get ready for the day. You roughly patted his thigh. "Time for you to get up. Come on."
"I'm getting up, sweetness," Trevor murmured. You took his word for it and went into the bathroom of your shared trailer. It was basically both of yours now, considering your initial one was nothing but ash and dust now. Since you were looking exhausted in the mirror, you brushed your hair and teeth and put makeup on before popping your 1:00 birth control. You cringed at the strong, bitter taste of it as it went down your throat.
You'd been quick to get on the pill after Gabi had found out about you and Trevor, much to Gabi's relief and Trevor's impartiality. He'd protested a little initially, but you were keeping your foot down: you didn't want kids. Not with him, at least. Your shared lifestyle was too dangerous to bring another person into without their consent. He'd seemed to stop caring after the first couple days of taking it, thank God.
Sadie followed you back into the bedroom and watched you get dressed. Her eyes weren't the only pair on you.
"Why can't we go just one more round?" Trevor pleaded as he grabbed his groin and stared at you.
"We'll talk about it later," you promised. "I don't want to be late. If we're not on time, Gabi'll probably leave the Liquor Ace."
After Gabi had found out her roommates had blossomed into lovebirds, she'd decided to move out. You and Trevor had helped her pick a place that wasn't too far away, actually only a couple streets away, and was good quality for a reasonable price. Since she didn't have any money saved up, you'd given Trevor ten pieces of paper with 'free sex coupon for Trevor and [Y/N]' scrawled upon them and he was happy to help with a down payment. The coupons had been used up within three days of receiving them in true Trevor fashion.
"What does she have to do?" Trevor huffed. "Jerk off and smoke pot? Sounds like a busy fucking schedule."
You snorted at his comment. "Yeah, either that or she's gonna get her attention fix by letting Jimmy fawn all over her." Gabi insisted she didn't like Jimmy, that she found him annoying, yet hung out with him on a fortnightly basis. You knew she could score better than Jimmy, so you figured the truth was she was either using him to get to Tracey, she was using him to stroke her ego, or he was the only friend she had besides you in this godforsaken state. It could've very well been a combination of those things.
Trevor frowned and pointed at you. "Not funny. Don't even joke about that boy."
You put your hands up and sheepishly grinned. You knew not to keep pressing or else it could lead to a blowout. "My bad, my bad. Put some clothes on, now, so we can go."
An obnoxious sigh escaped Trevor and he rolled his eyes dramatically. "You keep buying me clothes. I have so many now, I don't know what to put on."
"Before I met you, you had four shirts and two pairs of pants," you pointed out as you began rummaging through the closet you shared. "Here-" you tossed him a blue tanktop- "and here." A pair of gray shorts was thrown at him, too.
Once he'd put it on, you went outside, gave Sadie and Preston pats on the way to the car, and drove Trevor and yourself to Liquor Ace.
"It's 1:15," Trevor pointed out. "I could have gotten some and been on time."
"You take a thirty minute minimum once you're at round two," you retorted while playfully smacking his ass. "Think again."
The two of you playfully quibbled and flirted as you made your way upstairs into the Liquor Ace. Even though he was clean, you couldn't help but keep a hawk's eye on Trevor every time he was in here. It was like leaving steak in front of a dog. It seemed that everybody- Ron, Wade, Chef, Gabi, Trevor, and yourself- was here.
"All right, Ron, Gabs," Trevor said while donning a stern expression, "why the fuck did you want to call us all here?"
"It's our monthly meeting...?" Gabi gave him a confused look. "They're always on this day every month."
"Gotta be a better reason than that," Trevor huffed as he waved a hand dismissively. "Ron, you better have some news. Good news."
"Um, well, I-I have news," Ron stuttered. "It's not good, though."
A darkness seemed to cover the wallpaper-strewn room as Trevor glared daggers into Ron. "...What is it?"
Ron raised his hands defensively and winced, preparing for the inevitable strike he'd get from Trevor after he spoke. "Well, you remember the O'Neils? The brothers-"
"Yeah," Trevor interrupted with a disgusted sigh. "Unfortunately. I picked every last one of those inbred hillbilly fuckers off after they stole the Chinese from me."
"Well, it turns out Walton- I think that's his name- managed to dodge your ever-so-mighty O'Neil extinguishment and he's come back with cousins this time. They aren't happy with us, Trev." Ron's last sentence had genuine fear packed into it.
Trevor narrowed his eyes and looked away as he thought it through. After a moment, he laughed and snapped his gaze back to Ron. "And what exactly are they gonna do, huh?"
"Nothing that could hurt operations, of course, but they may try," Ron said earnestly.
"Of course they're gonna hurt operations," Chef pointed out. "Competition hurts profit."
"Well, yeah," Wade argued, "but they can't hurt operations unless they hurt one of us since we're the operationers, I don't think."
"All of you are right!" Trevor growled. "I can think of only one way this can end."
"Blowing them up with sticky bombs?" Wade asked.
"Poisoning them all?" Chef chimed in.
"Going in and sniping them one by one?" Ron said.
"Just going nuts with a knife and leaving me to clean it all up?" Gabi groaned.
"Do I look like a fucking animal to all of you?" Trevor roared. In a much quieter voice, he murmured, "No, we make a business proposition. Let bygones be bygones, we buy out what little is left of them, and we go on our merry ways. We are businessmen, after all, right?"
"Or businesswomen," Gabi argued with a sniff.
"Businessits-theys-thems-whatever you identify as," Trevor corrected himself. "My bad, I forgot it wasn't the Dark Ages still. I need to get out of here, it smells like meth."
"It is a meth production site," Chef pointed out.
"Astute observation, my friend," Trevor said with a reverent nod. "And it reeks. Do you want my old lady mad at me?"
"I'm right here, Trevor," you sighed.
"Alright, alright, get outta here." Chef waved goodbye, dismissing everybody in the room, while he got to work on making a new batch of Trevor Philips Industries' finest.
"You doing anything today?" Gabi asked you as you all went single file- You at the front, then Gabi, Trevor, Ron, and Wade at the back, down the stairs.
"Nothing that I'm aware of, you?" you replied with a sly smirk.
"Well, I was thinking-"
"Eengh." Trevor made a buzzer noise. "[Y/N] and I are going on a big, fancy date."
"We are?" You stopped mid-way down the stairs to peek behind Gabi and give your boyfriend a confused gaze.
"Indeed-y we are. Wine, flowers, soap, all the nice stuff," Trevor said with a puff of his chest.
"All right. I guess I'll just hang out with Lamar and Tracey," Gabi sighed.
Now it was Trevor's turn to stop the train of people, only one step away from being on ground level. "...Why are those two hanging out together? And with you?"
"They're dating," Gabi scoffed as if the answer were obvious. Trevor grabbed Gabi's shoulder with a vice grip.
"What?" Trevor's voice was stern. You turned around in disbelief, too. You didn't have a vested interest in either of them like Trevor did, but the two were an unlikely couple, to put it simply.
"Get your grubby hands off me!" Gabi shoved his arm away from her. "Yeah. You didn't know?"
"Does it sound like I know?" Trevor shouted. He pushed her aside and stormed past her, grabbing your arm and dragging you along in the process. You turned around gave Gabi an apologetic wave as Trevor went to your car and got in the driver's seat.
"This car isn't an angry car," Trevor growled as he began driving back to the trailer. He abruptly hit the brakes once he got there. Preston watched Trevor with curiosity in his rectangular pupils. "Get in the truck."
Not seeing any other option, you did as he asked, and the entire way to Los Santos, he told you every single memory he had with Tracey. "On several occasions, Amanda called me and had me come over to hold her when she had colic because she'd only stop crying when she was with me. Me!" "When she was two years old, I remember putting her on my lap and promising to skin any fucker who did her wrong, and that'll fucking include Lamar!" "I took her out selling Girl Scout cookies and I'd stand behind her menacingly and encourage the neighbors to buy from her. My sheer presence got her a free admission to summer camp." "I dressed up as the Tooth Fairy and took the first tooth she lost!" Between every recollection, he'd slip various threats towards Lamar. You figured it would be best to stay quiet and just let him vent; maybe he'd be cooled off by the time you arrived in Los Santos.
That was not the case. He pulled into Michael's driveway, squealing his tires and honking his horn until Michael came out wearing only boxers. "The fuck do you want, Trevor?"
"Where the fuck is Tracey?" Trevor demanded.
"I dunno. Probably at her apartment. Why?" Michael groaned.
"Our little girl is getting fucked with," Trevor snarled.
This seemed to perk Michael's interest. "What? Is she okay?"
Trevor whined "Lamar!" in a high voice before turning to you. "Get in the back. Michael, you get in the passenger's."
On the ride to Tracey's apartment, Trevor interjected Michael's directions with insults. "How do you not know that your own daughter is being played by him? Don't you want better for her than the loser fatty chump your wife got?" As they bickered, you clung in the truck bed for dear life. You didn't know how Wade managed to stay back here so often without hurling chunks or being thrown out entirely.
When you arrived at Tracey's apartment complex, Michael was amped up enough by Trevor's deprecating speech to charge up the stairs towards her unit, where he proceeded to pound on the door. Trevor was on Michael's heels and you weren't too far behind. Lamar wasn't that bad. Now that you thought about it, him and Tracey had a lot of personality traits that fed off of each other. Lamar loved giving women attention, Tracey loved getting attention. They were both superficial, not to mention sex-crazed, self-absorbed maniacs. After about ten seconds of pounding, the door cracked open.
"I have the right to remain silent-" Tracey began saying before going quiet. Her gaze moved back and forth between her father and her uncle. "Oh...! Hey, guys. What's going on?" She attempted to step out of the apartment while closing the door, but Michael gently pushed her out of the way to storm inside. "Get out!" Tracey screeched.
"I'm payin' for it anyways, it's my apartment," Michael bellowed. He, along with Trevor, began tearing up the living room as if Lamar would have been hiding under the couch cushions.
"What the F are you doing, Dad?! You fucking fuck! Trevor, [Y/N], stop him!" Tracey whined while screwing her face up.
Trevor hesitated before he stopped searching and putting his hands on her shoulders gently. "I'm not letting your precious little heart get broken."
"What? I'm not- no- ugh! You're being, like, such a Michael right now," Tracey shouted.
"Come on," Trevor scoffed dismissively, "that's a low blow, even for you."
"Found the lanky fucker." Michael returned from a room dragging Lamar by the shirt collar.
"Come on, dude," Lamar begged, "you know me! You saved my life that one time, remember? It'd be a waste to kill me now! Oh, man, I never thought I was gonna die by the hands of some white dude." He saw you and Trevor and his face instantly brightened. "C'mon, Trevor, I'm your homie!"
Michael pushed Lamar to the ground as Tracey screamed and combed her fingers through her scalp. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my daughter?"
"Oh my God, Dad," Tracey interjected, "you're always ruining everything in my life! I love him!"
Michael froze and turned to her with a confused glare that could only mean 'shut up, not now'; meanwhile, Lamar's gaze softened as he looked at her. "Really, princess? You really love me?"
"Hey!" Trevor barked. "I'm the only one allowed to call her 'princess'." He hummed disapprovingly when he saw the look on Lamar's face; the humming got louder when he looked at Tracey and saw how fondly she was gazing back.
"Look at their faces, Michael," Trevor said quietly.
Michael looked and let out a frustrated growl before pointing at Lamar. "You better fuckin' mean it every time you say the L-word back."
"I mean, I haven't said it yet, but I've shown it! I've gotten her flowers and those little chocolates with the creme inside of them she loves, and I bought us matching t-shirts with each other's faces on them, and I help her plan outfits!" Lamar insisted. "Lay off me, man! Love is love, gay rights, except we aren't gay!"
"Oh, my God, Dad, you're, like, so dramatic," Tracey huffed as she rushed to Lamar's aid. "Of course I mean it, kitten kisses. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
"Kitten kisses?" Michael muttered. A hand ran down his face in exasperation. "Christ, that's disgusting."
"I love you, too, snuggle bear," Lamar said with a beaming grin on his face.
Once they were both up, Tracey hugged him and said, "I just wanna be your sweet little snow bunny forever."
Michael and Trevor seemed oblivious to what snow bunny really meant, but you couldn't help but have a somewhat alarmed look plastered on your face as you tried to process what Tracey had just said.
Lamar seemed to notice your surprise and pulled away from Tracey. "Look, I said it once, and not in nice context, and I've tried explaining it to her, but she won't stop calling herself that, okay?"
"What're you talking about?" Trevor said with clenched teeth. It seemed his guard had been brought back up again.
"Nothing," you said, waving dismissively at Lamar and Tracey. "Let's get Michael home, and then we can go on that date you mentioned earlier today, okay?"
Michael glanced at you and Trevor and let out a huff of surprise as the three of you walked out of the apartment door and to the truck. "I'm surprised you haven't moved on yet, T."
Trevor sighed and slapped Michael upside the head. "Unlike you, not everybody gets bored with people once they've served a certain purpose. And also unlike you, I'm never the one who 'moves on' from people. They move on from me."
You winced at his last sentence. You hoped Trevor didn't think you were planning on 'moving on'. You'd adjusted to this lifestyle and it wasn't like there was going to be a way out. For better or worse, he was stuck with you and you with him. You were content with your relationship as it was, and you had no intentions of leaving Trevor.
After dropping Michael off, you and Trevor went back home. "Round two now?" Trevor asked as soon as you'd closed the door.
"In a moment," you reassured him. You pulled together some fruits and vegetables to put into a large bowl, then took it outside for Preston. It turned out Preston wasn't a baby goat, but a pygmy goat. At least he didn't need as much food as a full-sized goat would. You went into the little enclosure you and Trevor had built together for him and placed the food down before coming back into the trailer. You entered the bedroom to find Trevor shirtless beneath the covers reading a book.
"Alright," you said with a yawn, "is it okay if I take a nap? I'm actually kind of tired."
"Of course, go ahead." Trevor lifted the sheets so you could crawl in beside him and doze off with your arm draped over his stomach.
Sweet dreams enveloped your mind until you woke up to a shaking feeling beside you. You groggily opened your eyes to realize Trevor was smirking at you as his hand gripped his cock. "You're so fucking gorgeous, I couldn't hold back. Didn't want to disrupt your beauty sleep, y'know?"
"What," you teased as you sat up and caressed his face, "am I not good enough to help you out?"
He leaned into your touch. "Prove it to me that you are good enough, sweetness."
You smiled, knowing what you were about to say would drive him crazy. "Of course, Uncle T."
The pet name had been weird to say, at first; then again, Trevor himself was weird. After thoroughly thinking about it, though, you'd reasoned with yourself that 'daddy' was just as odd, yet still, somehow, socially acceptable. You'd grown to use the pet name as a treat; not too often, so when he did hear it, it made him go absolutely nuts.
Your hypothesis was proven correct. You saw Trevor's pupils dilate a little after hearing the name and he instantly interlaced his fingers with your hair, then yanked you towards his face so he could lock his lips with yours. His teeth hit yours unceremoniously while his tongue shoved its way between your lips and went back as far as it could. You gave a content hum and returned the enthusiasm, a hand straying down the bed to grab his cock and jerk it a little as your tongue pushed against his.
After a couple minutes of your mouths being passionately interlocked, you were the first to pull away. Saliva fell onto Trevor's chest and you licked it up while maintaining eye contact with him, knowing how much it would rile him up.
"You're too good for me, too, too fucking good for me," Trevor whispered. He relaxed his grip on your hair for a moment before tightening it again and gently tugging your head toward his groin. You got the hint and scooched downwards so that you were now between his legs gazing up at him.
His gaze was hungry, yearning, for your lips to wrap around him. You put your tongue at the base of the lower half of his dick and slowly licked upwards, circling your tongue around the tip a few times before removing it from him. His grip on your hair tightened, he brought his knees up a bit, and his face scrunched up a little, physically begging you for more.
Not one to disappoint your boyfriend, you looked away for a second as if you were still coy at this point ini the relationship, then snapped your gaze back to him, more determined than ever, and shoved his dick down your throat and letting yourself gag as the tip grazed against your uvula.
"Oh, that's my girl!" Trevor exclaimed. He tried to push you down a little more, but you were disciplined enough at this point to be able to take him whole while shoving your nose into his pubes. You took his balls in your hand and gently squeezed them while staring at him. He didn't loosen the clasp he had on your hair, instead tightening it and moving your head up and down at a pace he deemed suitable. To your annoyance, what Trevor wanted was erratic in both pressure and frequency, but you saw the look of ecstasy in his eyes and it spurred you to continue for another few moments until you pulled your head off to catch a breath.
Trevor tugged your face to his and peppered it with quick kisses as he moved his way down to your neck, where they lasted longer. He was mid-way down your neck when you realized he was gearing up to giving you a hickey. You craned your neck in order for Trevor to have easy access to your skin, and as he began to suck, he let out a deep, animalistic growl. A hand crept up your shirt and unhooked your bra before moving to your front to grope a tit. You gave a content sigh in his ear while blindly fumbling a hand around until you found his cock and began eagerly pumping it; at this point, his lips broke contact with your skin and he stared into your eyes with pure adoration.
"You're beautiful," he snarled before quickly popping your shirt off. He swiftly wiggled your bottoms off, and you laid on top of him, giving him more kisses. He grabbed your waist and gently moved you belly-side-up to the side of the bed before standing and pulling your hips to the edge of the mattress.
"I swear you were made to fit me perfectly," you said with a smile as he lined himself up with you and pushed himself inside of you.
Trevor's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment and hummed in pleasure, staying still so he could fully appreciate the moment, before flicking his eyes back down to you, holding your hips firmly, and beginning to thrust. It was slow and passionate as he muttered words of warmth and fondness with an expression of exaltation on his face.
His pace gradually quickened; he occasionally bent down to kiss you even more as his thrusts began to turn primal and relentless. You didn't hold back moans of pleasure, and it wasn't long until your hands squeezed his forearms as you came.
"Attagirl," Trevor cooed as he began to go even faster. His hand snapped from your waist to your throat; he squeezed and caressed it until he finally came with a high shriek and some other unintelligible words. He collapsed on top of you and, as you absentmindedly stroked what hair he had left, you were reminded that although Trevor had many, many faults, his one purity laid within his love for you.
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Author's Note
I'd like to mention that this is a sequel; the previous piece of writing to this is called Rest, Weary Traveller - https://www.wattpad.com/1003518955 ! I sincerely appreciate all constructive feedback, prompts, or requests of things you'd like to see (NSFW or otherwise).