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~ExR
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At age 4, Trevor's parents had another baby to "save their marriage". Bad thing is: it worked.
His parents' attention and love was all to his baby brother, Dillon.
They went to Dillon's soccer games and forgot Trevor's play.
They went to Dillon's science fair and forgot Trevor's basketball games.
They went to Dillon's lacrosse games and forgot his talent show performances.
Trevor got exceptional grades, graduated with high honors, got into NYU with a full drama scholarship. And he graduated with a bachelors in theater production and got a job at the Wilbur Theater in Boston, his hometown.
But did his parents spend more than 2 minutes acknowledging him and his accomplishments? No. Because all of their attention and praise went to Dillon.
Nothing he did could ever hold a light to anything Dillon did. And it took a tole on Trevor.
He was always eager to impress his parents, but each time he felt he had accomplished something he believed to be important his parents didn't care.
He never stopped trying, and it was beneficial. He always pushed himself to be better, and he ended up making an excellent life for himself.
However, it also effected his love life. Trevor was never able to have a stable relationship.
In high school he found that he was attracted to men. And he knew he'd have to keep that from his parents because they had made their views on gays clear: "That's disgusting." Is what he'd heard them say often while watching a news stories on gays, etc.
He was always very closeted and only had one nights stands with very few men. It wasn't how he wanted to have companionship, but it was all he was comfortable with.
He had plenty of offers for relationships though. Trevor was a great looking man. A tall lean man, standing at 6'3 with creamy white skin and lovely brown curls framing his face. But no matter how many offers he got or accepted the result was the same in the end: he'd end up alone.
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Trevor loved his beloved city of Boston and he decided to reside there. He moved out of his parents' officially and got an apartment in the North End 2 years ago, but he still went over to Charlestown for most holidays to visit his parents and brother.
His parents were having a Christmas party and of course Trevor went. He didn't know why though, its not like his mom and dad would speak highly of him. But to be nice, he'd make his appearance and probably get smashed by the end of the night. Hell, he was 22, and he was gonna try to have the best time he could!
When he walked into the old, big house he grew up in he was greeted by his mother. She asked how he was and what he was up to. "I'm good mom. Happy and healthy. Oh and I'm gonna be working at the Wilbur when Wicked comes to town."
"That's wonderful honey, did you hear that Dillon is graduating with honors? I'm so proud of that boy! Aren't you?"
"Yeah mom. We had this talk on the phone a few nights ago." Trevor groaned, fully annoyed already.
"Oh, look who it is! Hello Jeffrey, glad you were able to make it!" She exclaimed happily, towards a young man who had just came in the house, and totally ignoring her son.
He was taller than Trevor by a few inches at 6'5, and the best way to describe him was tall, dark, and handsome. Jeffrey was all muscle, no fat, skin was a luscious light brown, and had Trevor's mouth watering.
"Glad to be here, Mrs. Platt." His low voice was as smooth as butter, and caressed Trevor's like a siren's song.
"Please, call me Linda. And this is my eldest son, Trevor."
"Nice to meet you Trevor, I'm Jeffrey." And he held out his hand to Trevor.
He took the hand in his and replied, "The pleasure is all mine." Trevor smiled.
Jeff smiled back at him and Trevor swore he could see a little something more in that dazzling smile. But he dismissed it, taking his hand back and looking down at his converse sneakers.
"I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air." Trevor said quickly, making his escape out the front door.
As soon as he got outside he lit up a cig and sat on the porch steps, stuck in his thoughts. Remembering the past years of how every achievement he made was shot down with one of Dillon's.
'Dillon,' he thought, 'He has all their fuckin' attention... And what do I get?! Shit! Just once I'd love to hear them brag about something I've accomplished to their friends! Just fucking once!'
"Gah!" He shouted out loud, enraged by his thoughts.
Trevor puffed on his cigarette angrily, trying to calm down before going back inside.
"Dillon.." He thought once more. This time thinking about how he has grown up so fast, transforming into a fine young man.
He was a bit shorter than Trevor, standing at only 5'8, but he still had plenty of time to grow since he was only eighteen.
His eyes were golden honey and his rich brown hair was straighter than Trevor's and only slightly curled at the tips, which Trevor found so cute.
Dillon's skin was also paler than his older brother's but none the less creamy and soft. His legs and arms were defined with a little muscle, since he stayed active by playing many sports.
His lips were cute too. Full and looked soft. For a fleeting moment Trevor wondered what it would be like to kiss those very lips. He shook his head, shaking the idea out if his his as well.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure come out the house and step over to the other side of the porch. The person was on the phone, and acting suspiciously, as if they didn't want to be seen or heard.
The phone was on speaker and a man's voice was coming through the line. The person on the porch spoke up and Trevor knew that voice anywhere, it was his younger brother Dillon.
"I know babe, but I can't come see you tonight... I'm stuck at a party with my family." He heard Dillon whisper huskily to the man on the other end of the call.
"I can drive over and pick you up, and we can have a nice night in the backseat of my car." The man said.
"No babe," Dillon replied, "I just can't break away tonight, everyone would notice... I told you I probably won't be able to come see you until next week."
"Alright baby, I'll talk to you later. Love you, g'night."
"Love you too, g'night."
As the phone call ended Dillon turned to see his big brother leaning up against the banister watching him.
"Oh hey Trev, didn't hear you come out... How long were you there?"
"Long enough to hear that you've got a horny male admirer."
"He was-"
"Save it kid, I'm gay too. Don't worry about it. And I won't tell ma or dad, we wouldn't want the perfect son having a flaw, would we?" Trevor teased, but with a hint of seriousness in his voice.
