"Liam? You're using your middle name?" Wyatt said while he processed this new information.
"I figured there had to be quite a few guys named Sam James out there," Sam said. "And a change of name is sort of like a clean slate. Mrs. Del Rio knows my full name. She approved of me using Sam James."
"She's pretty great," Wyatt said, and Sam was glad that he noticed that since he was so fond of her.
"She is. The way I looked when I arrived in town, I was sure no one would hire me. But she hired me on the spot and vouched for me to Mr. Beatty, who rents out the room above the hardware store. She told him I was the grandson of an old friend. She's the best."
"Does that mean I should call you Liam, at least when we're alone?" Wyatt wondered.
"I'm kind of used to you calling me Sam. You can keep doing it," Sam said and he felt shy. He had revealed a lot to him, and he wasn't used to that.
Wyatt put an arm around him and pulled him close. "OK. Sam."
Sam had to admit he liked the sound of his name when Wyatt said it. Wyatt struck him as a man who didn't even know what fear was, the way he set out for another continent leaving his family behind, he was nothing like Sam, clinging to anyone who would give him shelter. But Wyatt still understood somehow and that warmed Sam's heart.
Chapter 15
When he kissed Sam's tearstained face, Wyatt felt like he was tasting his pain. He wanted to erase every bad thing that had ever happened to him, hurt everyone who hurt him.
For a while they stayed on the couch, and Wyatt tried not to stay furious at Sam's abusive ex. He knew that right now Sam just needed him to be there for him, not to rage at what happened to him. That's why Wyatt just held him until both of them started to get overheated at the closeness.
Turning in his embrace, Sam kissed him then he told him, "I better go."
"What? No. You have to stay," Wyatt said and ran his hands over his sides. Sam's slim body felt too good to let go.
"And risk falling asleep here again?" Sam said without making another move to go.
"Would that be so terrible?" Wyatt asked while he nuzzled his neck. As he inhaled his scent, he felt Sam's pulse start to race.
"Yes," Sam said followed by a low moan. It was like he was answering some other question, not the one Wyatt had asked.
"I won't be able to sleep if you aren't here. Please stay," Wyatt murmured against the column of his throat.
"Have you been having trouble sleeping?" Sam asked him and stroked his hair.
Wyatt rested his head on his shoulder and told him, "Sometimes. I worry about the kids, how sad they must be, if they're having bad dreams. I worry that they wouldn't come to me if they were scared or upset."
"I'm sure they would," Sam told him. "You guys are growing closer all the time."
"And the two of us?" Wyatt said though he didn't want to pressure Sam too much. "Will you stay and not make me worry about you? You don't really want to walk into town right now."
"No, I don't," Sam admitted.
"Good," Wyatt said and pulled Sam on top of him as he reclined on the couch. "Want to sleep here or in my bed?"
"You know the answer to that," Sam told him then he kissed Wyatt.
That made him happy. Sleeping with Sam in his bed just felt so right to him.
They didn't make it to Wyatt's bedroom right away though. First, they did some groping and kissing on the couch. Even once they got off the couch, they would only go a few steps before their lips locked in another kiss and their hands started seeking warm, taut flesh under each other's clothes.
Once they dropped onto Wyatt's bed, their clothes went flying, and they pressed their naked bodies together while they kissed. Sam felt so good, but he stopped the kiss and pushed Wyatt down by his shoulders.
"I'm going first this time," he said and then started kissing Wyatt's heaving chest.
While he kissed his way down to his abs, Sam's fingertips swirled lazily, teasing Wyatt. Rubbing his hands through Sam's short hair, Wyatt panted. He was starving for Sam's grip on his cock, for the heat of his mouth to envelop him.
Nuzzling his abs then kissing his way lower over hot flesh to his aching cock, Sam finally took hold of his cock. He gave it thorough, loving attention for what felt like an excruciating eternity of pleasure.
