He knew what he was referring to—and it wasn’t the sex from last night, or their positions at work. It was about his breakdown last night.
“Yes,” Wyatt breathed, without hesitation.
Something flashed over John’s expression, but he hid it behind his coffee mug as he carefully took another sip.
“What else?” he asked impatiently, irritated that John was determined to hide from him. He didn’t like it. He wanted to know what was going on in his head. After his emotional display last night, he wanted nothing less.
Emotion was what made them all human, flawed and connected.
He couldn’t unsee that—couldn’t run from it like John clearly wanted to. He supposed he could be patient with that, waiting for him to trust Wyatt enough to share his emotions, rather than having them spill out uncontrollably. Johndidn’t seem to like being a man with a deep well of feeling. And this man ran deep. Deeper than anyone he knew, besides himself.
“No attachments, no emotion,” John’s voice was rough when he said it, and Wyatt arched his eyebrows in surprise. “Minus what happened last night.”
“And what happens if feelings get caught?” Wyatt asked, unable to keep the edge to his tone.
“We’ll have to end it.”
Wyatt pressed him with a questioning look.
“We work together, Lawson. It’s complicated already. It was a mistake the first time…”
“I know, you already said that last night,” he cut in, irritated.
John tilted his head to the side, lips pursed, “Sorry.”
“Stop it.”
John raised his hands in defense and set his coffee mug down. “You’re right. Stopping.”
“I have a question…” Wyatt began.
“Shoot,” Dr. Donnelly answered, making him cringe and give an apologetic look. Wyatt narrowed his eyes, waiting for another stupid apology, but John shook his head. “I will resist the urge.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle, “Good. Is talking allowed?”
“You mean, you want to talk to me, other than fuck me?” he asked, the tension in his shoulder easing.
“Yeah,” Wyatt said, grinning now.
John returned the smile with his own, dropping the back of his head into the headboard of the bed, looking possibly the most relaxed he had ever seen him. “Yeah, of course.”
His chest filled with an inexplicable warmth, and he licked his lower lip. “Kissing?”
John swallowed, “Yeah.”
“I wanna kiss you,” Wyatt admitted with a shallow breath.
John’s eyes darkened, “I wanna kiss you, too.”
He felt his cock stir and dropped his feet onto the floor, leaning forward. “Any other rules?”
John hesitated, clearing his throat. “I prefer hotels. Coming over to my place feels too…”
“Intimate.”
“Yeah.” John sighed. “And the obvious rule, no one can know about this. At least no one at work.”
“What about Samuels? He’s like us.” He said, referring to his sexuality.
