Cookie Monster (Trevor)

[Nicholas Ward]

Sometimes service work came with perks. Today had been such a day. After fixing several lights and moving an outlet over in the bakery, Nick had waltzed out with all kinds of goodies. As a bonus, he even got off of work early. That meant only one thing in his mind.

After running home to drop off half of his treats, change, and take Tesla for a quick bathroom trip, he left the puppy with a peanut butter filled Kong toy and headed back down to his truck. With the rest of his treats safely on the passenger seat, he headed for Hammel.

He had no idea of Trevor's actual schedule with students, but worst case scenario, he'd just drop his bounty and run. Quietly, he was hoping he was free, but he'd take what he could get.

After signing in and clipping his visitor badge to a belt loop, he made a beeline for the training wing. With his hair hanging loose and his less than adult looking South Park shirt, he didn't really look much different from most of the students running around. It didn't really seem that long ago that he was one of them, bolting from class to class, trying (and failing) to skateboard down the hall without getting caught, detention... Sometimes he missed it. Adulting was hard.

After finding Trevor's classroom and peeking inside, Nick beamed and strolled in, holding the bag out. "Hi Trev! I have cookies!" They weren't peanut butter - those were at home. He remembered how the school had always been careful about peanuts and things, so he'd been careful in dividing up the treats. But that just meant that Trevor would come home to lots of peanut butter themed goodies. "There's chocolate chip and Smartie and... Uh.... Oh! Rice Krispies too!" He shook the bag before dropping it on the desk, still beaming like a little boy. "How's work?" Because crashing his fiancé's workday was commonplace. Yep.

[Trevor Cunningham]

Trevor had been having a busy day. It seemed that he'd scheduled all of his problem students on the same day lately. Not that he couldn't handle it. It was just a bit exhausting.

Needless to say, Trevor was in tough trainer mode for the day. He cared for his students. But he was also tough with them. This was hard work. For them and for him. So there wasn't much time for funny business or joking around.

Trevor was looking over some files, preparing for his next student when he heard a familiar voice. He actually did a bit of a double take when he looked up to see Nick standing in the doorway. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see his fiance. It was just...odd to see Nick in his work environment. Work was work. And home was home. Mixing the two was just...overly complicated.

"What...what are you doing here? Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" Trevor asked, jumping up to look Nick over before he realized the other man was holding a bag of treats.

"Cookies?" he asked, peeking in the bag. He reached in to grab one, a bit more at ease now that he was sure that Nick wasn't bleeding to death or something.

"Work is work," Trevor said, as if that explained anything. Though for Trevor it did. Work was supposed to be hard. That's why you called it work. And that's why it made time at home all the more enjoyable. Not that he didn't enjoy work. But it was a different sort of enjoyment than what he got from wrestling around with Nick at home.

[Nicholas Ward]

Nick had heard the edited stories at home from Trevor about his days, his students, and he appreciated how hard his fiancé actually worked. He knew he didn't possess the patience or the drive to keep the kids in line or get them working. If it were up to him, he'd train the kids with things like games and make it fun. But not all powers could be trained like that, and he knew it. It was best left to people like Trevor. Even if he was Mr. No-Fun McCranky Pants sometimes.

Crossing that threshold between work and home hadn't really occurred to Nick. He'd simply attained baked goods, wanted to share, and headed over. Really, who didn't want baked goods in the middle of the afternoon? Maybe he'd even drop a few off for Sophie on the way home as a thank you for not letting him die recently.

"What? No! Trev I'm fine!" Why was that always everyone's first question to him? He didn't get hurt that much! ... At least, he didn't think he did. "I just brought you a present. Got 'em from work! There's more at home, too. Like, giant peanut butter ones as big as my hand!" He tilted his head to watch Trevor. "I thought you could give some to students too, if they were being good." Cue a mischievous grin. "And if they're bad just eat 'em all in front of them." Because there was nothing more cruel than withholding sweets.

As Trevor investigated the bag, Nick looked around the room curiously. So many things he could play with in here. To make a point of it, he rested the bag on Trevor's desk and eyed a giant exercise ball in the corner of the room. Lifting a hand, his brow furrowed as he raised it halfway between the floor and the ceiling. "Cool! Reminds me of my training days." He made the ball drift up and down before his hold broke, a sharp twinge in his head distracting him. "Shit. Ow." Note to self - big things still make brain hurt. Holding up his other hand, he automatically tried waving Trevor away from him. "'m fine. Just my head breaking. ... From telekinetic-ing stuff, not from like.... a tumour or anything. Overdid it today." Because he was a lazy creature at work and moving tools with his power was so much easier than getting up and going to them. "Are you gonna be home on time you think? I was gonna order pizza."

[Trevor Cunningham]

Trevor was protective of the people he loved. A bit overprotective sometimes. And it didn't help that Nicky so often hurt himself. Trevor just assumed that every time he saw his fiance the other man would have some new injury. And Trevor like being the one to make it all better. It gave him a sense of purpose. And it was how he showed his love.

So while Trevor would have usually pinned the other man down to cure the lazy boy's headache, it felt awkward to do so right now. First because he didn't want to have to explain things if a student happened to walk in while he was wrestling his fiance to the ground. And secondly, while in "work mode" Trevor tended not to be in the mood to baby anyone. And really it was Nicky's fault for the headache. Still it tore at him to know Nicky was in pain.

"You sure you're okay?" Trevor asked, the concern showing in his eyes as he held Nick's arms and continued to look him over.

Trevor smiled at the mention of peanut butter cookies waiting for him at home. Nicky really did know how to spoil him. He probably wouldn't withhold the treats from his students, though he might make some of them wait till the end of the session to enjoy the sweets.

Trevor looked up suddenly at the sound of Nicky's pain. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and shake his head at the other man. Though he knew he would be messing with his ability constantly if he had telekinesis, he couldn't help but want to shake the other man for his laziness sometimes.

"Don't hurt yourself," Trevor said, in his trainer voice. Still he reached out to pull Nicky towards him for a hug. "Or I'll have to beat you." It was a joke he often made. Though Trevor would be a wreck if he ever actually hurt Nicky, the two often wrestles and Trevor was always make jokes that he was going to have to beat him up to keep him from doing something stupid.

"Pizza sounds good. Meatlovers?" Trevor asked, a bit of pleading creeping into his voice.

[Nicholas Ward]

Nick never minded being protected by Trevor. Truthfully, his fiancé was probably tougher than him anyway. Sure, he was strong, but Trevor never had a problem pinning him during their wrestling matches. Taylor, on the other hand, he could take down in seconds. But that happened when you were a big nerd. Nick was protective in his own way, but it was usually spouting angry nonsense at whoever might have potentially offended Trevor or Taylor. Not much really got under his skin enough to throw a punch, but he suspected that if Trevor was truly in harm’s way, he’d do it.

“I’m fine, Trevs. I swear. Didn’t even kill myself once today at work.” Which was shockingly true. A day he walked away without a scratch was definitely worthy of cookies.

Well, it had been. The headaches were nothing new. Side effects would always be side effects, no matter how good he got at his power. He’d already experienced the general sense of fuzziness that came with overuse, so a headache hadn’t been far behind. He just couldn’t resist playing with the ball. It was fun to make stuff move! He knew he deserved the eye roll, and he just offered a somewhat helpless shrug and innocent smile.

At least he got a hug out of it. He happily snuggled against Trevor, sneaking a light kiss to his neck. “I didn’t mean to. And no beatings on school grounds! It’s against the law or something.” Still, he pulled back and offered a little smirk. “Maybe I need some more training at home~”

His mind switched gears quickly when pizza was agreed to. Lighting up in a smile more suited to being told he’d just won the lottery, Nick fist pumped the air in victory. “Sure! I’ll make sure it’s there when you get home. I won’t even touch it ‘till you are.” As tempting as it might be. But he wanted to have dinner with him. “We should invite Wiley over when he’s all moved in and stuff. Make him cook for us.” He grinned, having no issue with soliciting dinner from his brother. Taylor could cook better than him and Trevor combined, and having the three of them together was always fun. “He’s starting work here soon. Did I tell you that?” He couldn’t remember. For all he knew, Taylor had told Trevor himself. “So we’re back together again!” He and Taylor didn’t always get along, but when the three of them were together it was just like when they were teenagers.

[Trevor Cunningham]

Trevor did tend to let things get under his skin. Particularly as a kid, he'd been quick to settle things with his fist rather than try to talk them out. And that had landed him in detention as a student too many times to count. Though Nick and Taylor knew just what buttons to push, those fights always ended in a wrestling match instead of fists. And as he'd gotten older his wrestling matches with Nick had always turned into some sort of hugging war.

Despite his fiance's insistence that he was fine, Trevor continued to look over the other man. Then suddenly he pulled him into a hug. "No dying aloud," he whispered into the other man's ear.

He grinned. "It's only against the law for me to beat the students. There's nothing on the books about what I can do to you." Though at the mention of training, he put on his serious face again. If Nick really wanted more training, Trevor would happily supply it. Though it would be hard to keep himself from wanting to either laugh at or smack Nick in the face the entire time. "You really mean that?" he asked, still serious.

Trevor smiled at the idea of Taylor cooking for them. Cooking wasn't a skill that either he or Nick were all that great at. They could survive on it. But they tended to order take out more often than not. It was safer. So having someone actually use their kitchen for it's intended purpose sounded great. "Yeah you might have mentioned it once or twice," Trevor joked. As much as Nick teased his brother and talked about what a nerd he was, there was no denying that he was happy to have his twin back in town. Almost as happy as Trevor was to have his best friend back in town.

[Nicholas Ward]

Nick was too passive and far too lazy to actually land a punch on someone. The only exception he found now was if Trevor was threatened in any way, or Sophie. Maybe even Taylor too. Yelling was his preferred poison, even if he really didn’t know what the heck he was saying sometimes. At least with Trevor they never really fought beyond yelling at one another and wrestling.

As Trevor continued his inspection, Nick raised an eyebrow at him, but his expression shifted to a grin when he was pulled into a hug. “I’m not dying until you do.”

The idea of Trevor being able to beat him oddly made Nick smile. Mostly because he was fully aware that beating would turn into wrestling. “I thiiiiink there’s laws against beating me too. It’s called assault.” Still, he wouldn’t say no to wrestling. Just… at home. Where shirts were optional. As for training, he tilted his head, bangs falling into his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe? If we can make it fun..” His control was actually decent, but the idea of Trevor giving him extra training at home was oddly appealing.

Okay, so as much as he squabbled with Taylor, Nick was actually excited to have him living so close again. Plus him working as a vet in town could mean discounted care for Tesla, which was always a plus. “Well then deal with me saying it again,” he said with a grin. “So when’s your next student?” He could pretend to be adult for a minute and responsible.

[Trevor Cunningham]

Trevor held onto Nick, tightening his grip, breathing him in. He couldn’t imagine not being able to hold him. He didn’t want to.

He pulled back, shaking his head a little to shake off the seriousness of the moment. Work was a place to be serious. But discussing death was a bit too far. And brought up a bit too emotion for Trevor.

“Fun?” Trevor said, confused. Not that he didn’t trust Nick’s ability to make anything and everything fun. But work, training, and fun didn’t mesh well. The thought just didn’t compute in Trevor’s head. “I think you mean ‘hard work’.”

“I can deal,” Trevor said, pulling Nick close to him again. It was fun to tease Nick.

Oh yeah…students. Having Nick here he’d forgotten for a moment where he was. Instantly his face shifted and rearranged back to Work Trevor…Serious Trevor. “Trevor should be arriving in fifteen,” he answered after glancing up at the clock.

[Nicholas Ward]

Nick smiled as Trevor held him closer. There was nothing better than feeling Trevor up against him like this, and he would be quite content to stay like this forever if he could. But Trevor had work, and in the back of his mind, he knew that too.

Pulling back, he adopted his usual mischievous grin. “No, not hard work. Fun! You know what fun is. And it isn’t hard work.” Truthfully Trevor would probably murder him as a student because of his tendency to goof off. But he could think of creative ways to distract him. Ways that would probably work better on him than on any of his trainers.

“Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with it. And me.” Nick grinned and pressed a tiny kiss beside Trevor’s mouth, just to bug him.

But he knew the look that appeared on Trevor’s face. Work Trevor was back, and Playful Trevor had been firmly banished away. Which was just as well, being he was at work. “… You have a student called Trevor? Isn’t that like… totally confusing?” It would be to him. But he wasn’t the one having to teach. He just had to play with wires and electricity all day. “D’ you want me to go? I can walk Tesla and stuff so you can just flop when you get home.”

[Trevor Cunningham]

"What's this 'fun' you're yackin' 'bout?" Trevor said, drawing out his drawl more than usual as he teased. Of course he knew what fun was. Of course it had taken him a while to lighten up and learn that lesson. Even after he'd come to Hammel. Nick had been a big part of that. And Taylor.

Still there was a time and place for fun. And during training was not really the time or place. Even if it was training with a very good looking blonde who he just wanted to hold in his arms.

"Not really," Trevor shrugged. After all it wasn't like he referred to himself in the third person. Though he could see how it would be weird if another person was in the room. "He's a good kid." Trevor had the misfortune to be stuck with the trouble makers from time to time. Though it was rewarding to see them progress overtime, it was nice to have an "easy" student now and then.

"It's not that I 'want' you to go..." Trevor said, glancing between his fiance and the clock. "But I probably should set up." He reached out to pull Nick close to him again, giving the other man a quick peck on the neck.

"Thanks for the cookies, Nicky"

[Nicholas Ward]

Ohhhh Trevor did not play fair. His Southern drawl always made Nick melt a little, and now was no exception. Smirking, he reached up to run his fingers through his shaggy blond hair. "You know damn well what fun is, Trevsy." He brought out his cutest nickname for his fiance just to pester him. "Do you need a reminder later?" If he didn't send him out the door soon, he'd never get Nick to leave.

Training was always a place for fun. Nick had driven his trainers up the wall during his stint at Hammel for all the goofing off he'd done. It was a wonder he'd ever graduated.

"Huh." It would be totally confusing for him, but he didn't really come across it a lot. Good thing, too. Nick could be easily confused by the smallest things. "At least he's good. You could totally be stuck with a bunch of brats." After a moment, he tilted his head and smiled. "But you'd be the best influence on them." Trevor was so good at what he did. It was why Nick very privately thought he'd be a good Dad one day. Him, not so much. He'd be likely to do something like lose the kid or get them banned from fun places. But Trevor? Trevor was the smart one.

"Good, 'cause I don't wanna. But I know I gotta." Sadly. But he'd have Tesla at home to play with until Trevor made it. "I promise we won't eat all the giant peanut butter cookies on you or anything."

He was content with being pulled in for a hug, and easily wrapped his arms around Trevor too, returning the kiss to the neck with one near Trevor's ear. "Anytime." Pulling away, he winked at him and lifted his hand. "Love you. Make sure no one blows anything up. And if they do, at least make sure it was fun."

[Trevor Cunningham]

Trevor grinned at his fiance. It was weird to get excited about some fun while at work. He felt like he had to keep reminding himself where he was and that he should be getting his serious face on so he was prepared for when he student arrived.

"Perhaps," he teased back, flashing a smile before his serious face returned. Sometimes people who were close to Trevor got confused by his relationship with Nick. They knew he was asexual and mistakenly thought that meant he didn't have any reason to flirt. But there were so many other ways to have fun that didn't involve sex. Just like there were other ways for him to feel close to and intimate with Nick.

"You'd better not eat them all. Or no fun for you," he added, sticking out his tongue a little and playfully shoving Nick towards the door.

"And hey," he said, pulling Nick back for one more hug. "Love you too."

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