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“Man, the first episode is always so boring.” Derek sighed as he scrolled through the timeline, looking for places to chop off any excessive clips.
“You know, it’s been a while since we both had this editing room to ourselves. Isn’t it nostalgic?” Trevor said, leaning against the desk.
“Brings back some good memories.” Derek said, as he smiled over at Trevor before he continued to get worn out by just how boring half of the footage was.
“You know, um, when I caught you and Kristal kissing-” Trevor started, as Derek raised an eyebrow. They had never really brought up that whole… fling in All Stars. “Did you guys, ehem, do more in the editing room?”
“..Are you jealous?” Derek said, stifling a laugh.
“Whaaaat? Psh- no, I just, well, it’s just that- if you guys did anything… maybe I could… do it better?” Trevor said, before he immediately put his hands on his face to hide how red he got.
“..Well, me and Kristal didn’t do that much.” Derek said, resting his hand on his chin.
“Oh god, I’m sorry - that was embarrassing of me, actually, I’ll just go right over here- haha!” Trevor began to sprint off before Derek tugged him by his shirt.
“Babe.” He paused. “If me and Kristal didn’t do much, that would make you automatically better.”
“Wait- really?” Trevor flustered. “But, ah, you’re editing the first episode so-”
“It’s only the first episode, I mean, who cares if we delay editing it for like an hour?” Derek laughed.
“An hour!? What are you expecting us to do for that long?” Trevor teased.
“I never mentioned doing anything bad.” Derek rolled his eyes.
Trevor giggled and pulled Derek up into a kiss, tugging on his shirt to bring him to his level. Putting his other hand through Derek’s hair, feeling the scruff of his chin against his as they melted into each other.
Trevor pulled away, “So, you think we should’ve been doing this during our first season?” He giggled.
“Probably would’ve been a more productive use of our time.” Derek grinned, before pulling Trevor back into the kiss, mouths clashing as Trevor fell onto Derek’s lap in the swivel chair.
Trevor gasped into Derek’s mouth before gripping onto his hair, kissing him deeper. Swiveling the chair away from the desk, as Derek gripped onto Trevor’s waist, as their kissing went from hot to heavy - tongues involved. He began to pull up Trevor’s shirt when –
“Hey, Trevor, I just–” Emily started, pulling the curtain back before seeing the incriminating scene.
Trevor immediately jumped off of Derek’s lap, pulling his shirt down and Derek turned away back to the PC, pretending like he was doing something productive.
“What is it, Emily?” Trevor said, flustered, putting on a fake grin.
“Actually, you know what, nevermind. Keep doing whatever you’re doing.” She sighed before walking out of the tent.
Trevor held his face in his hands out of embarrassment, while Derek stayed nonchalant.
“Man, how does this keep happening to me?” Derek said. “But since Emily isn’t going to bother us again…”
“Quiet.” Trevor said, still processing.