One of his favorite songs clicked on, ‘Country Boy’. He shut and locked the door behind him, strolling into the living room and standing over Wyatt, who slowly tilted his chin up, blue eyes heady and needy.
“Come here,” John breathed.
Wyatt reached for him. John pulled him to his feet and into his arms, and they began to sway in a slow dance.
Wyatt hummed, dropping his head onto his upper chest, hands traveling over his body freely. He wanted nothing more than to finish what they had started earlier, but he also equally, and maybe more powerfully, wanted to hold his cowboy in his arms.
They swayed, moving to the guitar's rhythm.
“Your family is incredible,” Wyatt murmured against him. “Which makes sense, they raised you.”
“Thanks. Justine appreciated you playing with Olive at her level of intensity.”
Wyatt chuckled, “I think she’d prefer being Zorro more than a queen.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Your mom is really nice. She reminded me of you.”
John nuzzled his face into Wyatt’s hair. “I haven’t seen her this happy in a while. It was good to see her smile.”
“Well, yeah, she has one less person to worry about.”
He paused mid-sway. “What do you mean?”
Wyatt leaned back, hesitating. “She may have… uh, asked me directly if we were seeing each other.”
Startled, John recalled the brief moment he saw Wyatt and his mom setting the dining table together. His mom was intuitive, like Justine, like him. She was a smart woman, too, and had probably known all along that her son was gay.
“And?” he asked quietly.
“I wasn’t going to tell her we’re just fucking,” Wyatt said, exasperated. “So yeah, I told her we’re together.”
John released him, pulse racing. “How’d she react?”
“She looked happy to me,” he reassured. “Then she asked if I was serious about you, and then how old I was. I told her I was serious and that I cared about you a lot.”
John suddenly laughed, it was weak with relief. “My sister did the same thing when we were saying goodbye.”
His cowboy shifted, looking nervous, “And?”
John studied him, seeing the trace of blush on his cheeks as he whispered, “I said the same thing.”
Relief relaxed Wyatt’s features, and he swayed into him. “Well, good thing our stories lined up, or that would’ve been awkward.”
Technically, their stories didn’t line up. He had told Justine he loved Wyatt twice now, and even Wyatt didn’t know this yet. And besides, his parents loved him and would love him no matter who he loved, so it made sense that his mother’s reaction was so… unbothered. He smiled.
“I have an idea,” he said, kissing the side of Wyatt’s stubbled cheek.
Wyatt hummed, their bodies brushing.
“Well, more of a request.”
Wyatt’s eyes leveled with his. “Go on.”
John sucked in a nervous breath. “I know that normally at this point we—well, we have fun.” He felt ridiculously self-conscious all of a sudden. “And I know I sorta promised something earlier. But I like this, too. A lot, actually. Could we sit outside and just…?”
“Are you asking tonothave sex andtalk?” Wyatt teased, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
