He glanced at the empty pillow and realized that it was not hurt he was experiencing, it was longing. A deep, unshakable thing. It was longing for more. More days in the sunshine with Wyatt. More nights like last night.
John texted back.
Yes, you should’ve. I planned on making us breakfast.
Shit. I fucked up.
You did. Maybe next time.
Tonight?
John’s heart was racing and he swallowed, letting his heart answer for him.
Ok.
Is it tonight yet?
He laughed, a blush forming on his cheeks.
Wyatt started texting again, and then the bubbles stopped. John waited, feeling both nervous and excited.
Can I kiss you at the art show? Would that be ok?
His’s chest tightened, and he placed his hand over his heart, rubbing the spot.
Yeah, I would like that.
We should talk, John.
Agreed.
Send me a picture.
He blinked, blushing some more.
I’m with Reyes for the day, cleaning out his garage. And I wouldn’t mind thinking of something other than dust bunnies and possibly rats.
John chuckled and snapped a picture of himself, uncaring that he was still wearing his glasses, and sent it.
Wyatt’s response was quick.
Jesus. Those slutty glasses make me so fucking hard.
He scrubbed a hand over his red cheeks, giggling like a damned schoolboy.
And your smile… I’m obsessed with the crinkles around your eyes.
Heart doing rollercoaster swoops, John texted, deciding to be as bold as Wyatt.
Send me a picture. I’d like to see you sweaty and covered in dust bunnies.
Yes, sir.
The picture Wyatt sent him had blood shooting to his cock, and he nearly yanked his phone away, as though seeing something he shouldn’t. Except it was sent to him—onlyfor him. Wyatt had lifted his shirt, revealing the hardened muscles of his torso and the sharp V lines that ran down to the hemline of his jeans, which John was tortuously envious of and infatuated with. He let out a strained breath, staring a little too long at those heavily defined muscles.
The next picture Wyatt sent was of himself, but wearing not his white cowboy hat, but a trucker hat, backward, his hair messily sprouting around the edges of his ears. His playful smile was mischievous, intentionally teasing John.
Feeling utterly reckless, John texted.
