"I think I learned a lot today. I'm looking forward to making spaghetti for the boys, but I think I'll be getting my sauce from a jar," Wyatt was saying.
"I don't think they'll object," Sam told him.
"I don't know. You might have spoiled them with that fresh made sauce," Wyatt told him. "It was really good."
"You and the boys helped make it. It's great to be able to pick things right from the garden," Sam said but, he wasn't really thinking about food. His eyes kept tracing lines over Wyatt's knuckles and up his muscled arms. After roaming his chest, Sam's gaze went up to his strong jaw and his mouth, but not as far as his blue eyes.
"But I think one of these days we need to treat you to dinner you didn't have to cook yourself," Wyatt said.
"It wasn't just me, and anyway, I like cooking," Sam said.
"Where you live over the hardware store, do you have any kind of kitchen so you can cook when you want?" Wyatt wondered.
"Oh, no. It's just one room," Sam told him. He was a little bit embarrassed by it.
"In that case, any time you feel like cooking up something, feel free to come over here," Wyatt said with a grin. "But I won't slack off either. I'll keep practicing my cooking and make you proud."
At that moment Wyatt wore such a gorgeous smile. His eyes shone so enticingly that Sam found himself leaning in. Just in time he stopped and turned away. What was he thinking? What was he about to do?
Sam stood up, ready to make an escape before he did anything crazy. "I better get going," he said and stared at his feet.
Wyatt got up to, but not to walk him to the door. "You can't walk home in the dark. There are no street lights out there," Wyatt told him.
"There aren't many cars either," Sam told him. He didn't look forward to walking along the roadside at night, but not because of any actual danger. The near total darkness would make him paranoid. The whole way he would be jumping at shadows, but he was still determined to go.
"You should stay over. It's too late for you to go into town," Wyatt said surprising him.
"I... It's not that far," Sam stammered and his eyes locked with Wyatt's.
"You don't want to walk along that dark road all alone when you can stay here with me," Wyatt said and stepped closer to him.
"I'll be fine," Sam whispered hardly daring to breathe.
Wyatt shook his head. "I won't be fine. I'll be worried about you and I'll miss you," he said in a seductive voice that melted Sam's resolve.
With Wyatt so close, all Sam could think about was how he wanted him even closer. He wanted to breathe him in -- his strength, his kindness, everything about him.
"Wyatt," Sam said but he didn't know what words should follow.
In return Wyatt murmured his name low and sweet while his gaze fell to Sam's mouth. Sam was breathing hard and his hands reached out to rest on Wyatt's strong arms. He pulled in close to Wyatt and gave him a naked, begging look as his need took over.
Right there, only inches away, was a man Sam wanted like he had never wanted anyone. He would die if Wyatt didn't touch him somewhere, anywhere, just to take away a little bit of this yearning that was clawing inside him.
But when Wyatt's touch came, the painful need only grew worse, more intense as Wyatt's lips brushed his earlobe. Wyatt's voice came in a hot whisper. "Please stay," he said.
The words were pleading, but that's not how Sam heard them. Those few words and the heat in Wyatt's voice took control of him. All his reasons for wanting to leave were forgotten, lost in a fog of arousal.
He moaned, "OK" against the stubble of Wyatt's jaw. Slowly, they both turned until their lips discovered one another. The kiss was slow, melting all through him.
Sam had never kissed like that, opening himself up, kissing a man from the depths of his soul. It was how he believed a wonderful man like Wyatt deserved to be kissed -- with everything he had in him and nothing held back.
When the kiss ended, Sam was left panting in a daze, barely hearing Wyatt as he told him, "Now I'll never let you leave."
Sam laughed though he also felt like he wanted to cry. Going crazy with unbearable need, he didn't want Wyatt to let him go. He wanted to stay here and feel wanted.
"I'm not kidding," Wyatt told him. "I'm going to lure you into my bedroom and make you feel so good." With those words Wyatt swept him down the hall and to the master bedroom. He shut the door quietly then locked it.
"Right where I want you," he said and he kissed Sam's mouth then his throat.
