Cartoon Cat Trevor Henderson Fanart Novels & Stories

“But you’re free to hang out here if you want.” I sat up too, brushing ash off my thigh. “No, I should get back to reality. But this was nice” He smiled, like he understood what I meant without needing the backstory. Maybe he did. Trevor walked over to his desk and grabbed something a folded sheet of paper. “Here,” he said, holding it out to me. I took it, slowly opening it. It was a sketch. Me lying there just like I had been an hour ago, cigarette in hand, one leg stretched out, the other curled. Loose shirt slipping off my shoulder. Bare, raw, unposed. And somehow still... soft.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Thankfully, Daniel already has a steaming mug ready for me. "My lady," he says bowing, and extending one arm to me with the mug. "You're such a goof Dan, stand up." "Yeah, Dan if you want to look under Kat's towel don't be so obvious next time, jeesh." Audrey teases as she scampers into the room. "Shut up, Audrey," Dan puts his hand in front of his mouth and pretends to whisper, "you can't reveal all my secrets!" Audrey mimics Dan's gesture, "maybe if you play your cards right, she'll finally let you see what's under that towel." She says, wiggling her eyebrows at Dan then at me. I roll my eyes at them both.

Trey said. He shucked his jeans and presented his bare ass to the bus occupants. A vibrantly bright and colorful tattoo of a fluffy calico kitten riding a galloping, majestic unicorn adorned a third of Trey’s left ass cheek. A rainbow and wispy, white clouds surrounded the mythical creature. Little girls would be ashamed to have that feminine monstrosity on their lunch boxes. Why would a guy have that tattooed on his ass? Correction—two guys.

Levi revealed a helpless look filled with doting as he gazed down at his baby, who was trying hard to hide his self-satisfied smirk as he handed Levi a large white t-shirt. Printed in the middle of the shirt was an adorable cartoon cat with a pink ribbon surrounded by several floating hearts. Trey’s stifled guffaw could be heard in the background. Noah expectantly peeked at Levi’s expression in, what he thought to be, sneaky manner, but in Levi’s eyes, it was just adorable to the max.

He asked and I stood on my toes and pressed a kiss on his chin. "Yes, take them off," I said as I prepared my canvas down on the floor, it was almost as tall as he was but it was. Bit longer, this would take ages for me to finish, but painting it black did take me around three hours. I took the white paint and kneeled down as I painted his leg from the knee right up to the foot. "Really?" I asked as I looked at his erection that was right in my face. "The paint is cold," he whispered as he covered it with his hands. I giggled as I shook my head. I painted his right hand as well and positioned him on the canvas. Once the paint was transferred onto my canvas, I helped him up carefully and span