Trevor's hands slid lower as he kissed him, palms flattening over Lucas's hips, thumbs pressing a slow line just above the waistband. The weight of them made Lucas's breath stutter; then Trevor shifted his stance and, with a movement that felt both effortless and deliberate, lifted him.
Lucas gave a surprised sound against his mouth as his back hit the wall, warm hands holding him steady, Trevor's body pinning his lightly to the paneling. His legs tightened instinctively around Trevor's waist, the world tilting until the only thing he could see was violet eyes up close and a mouth that wouldn't stop kissing him.
"Gods…" Lucas muttered against his lips, half a laugh, half a groan. "You're going to ruin my jacket."
