Enough

Sure, it was a normal thing to hear his best friend's nickname, but not like that. Not from Trevor, and especially not from Trevor like fucking that. Somewhere in the midst of the blonde's internal screaming he'd heard another sound through the closed bathroom door, and it was in a deeper voice that was a bit more familiar to him. Mateo's voice specifically, and it wasn't a name this time but a noise. Not even just a noise: a moan. Oh, for fucking fuck's sake. Were they seriously screwing around in his bathroom!? Another moan, louder than Mateo's had been, and specifically in that tone that he was completely certain he'd never delete from his mental files of Trevor now. It was bad enough that Mateo made jokes about the fact that they did the whole sex thing. Bad enough that he got worked up and embarrassed about the whole fucking thing as well, but now? Now, he would never forget the fact that they'd done the sex thing in his fucking bathroom. Or you know, the god damn sound of Trevor's voice in the middle of the fucking act. Guys weren't supposed to sound like that right?

Guys weren't supposed to sound that god damn erotic, right?