"I told DJ we would," Wyatt said like DJ was in charge of their date.
"With no music?" Sam asked and Wyatt pulled him tighter against him.
"You're my music." Wyatt kissed him and Sam could hear some sort of faint melody and a rhythm that was building, rushing in his veins, pulsing inside him.
The old wooden boards under their feet sang in low notes. Stray sounds reached them from the street now and then, but it was like only the two of them existed in this patch of moonlight listening to a song they shared and no one else could hear.
Chapter 18
As they danced, Wyatt bumped against the edge of the bed. He didn't seem to mind, but it brought Sam out of his trance.
"There isn't much space here for dancing," he said.
"Don't need more than this," Wyatt said as he held him close. "This room is bigger than a few places I rented in Europe. One room in Prague was just one section of an attic. There was about a foot of space where I could stand straight the rest was sit down or lie down. The bathroom down the hall was shared with like a dozen people, and I still struggled to make the rent."
"So this place is a palace?" Sam said doubtfully.
"Sure is, but that room did have one advantage. Staying upright wasn't a option," Wyatt said and he grinned at Sam.
Taking the hint, Sam asked him, "Want to test out my bed?"
"We should test it out together," Wyatt said and backed Sam toward the bed while unbuttoning his shirt.
Every button that came undone loosened something inside him, a hunger, a need so powerful he wanted to tear Wyatt's clothes to shreds and devour every gorgeous inch of him.
He was insanely excited but a little afraid of that heated look in Wyatt's eyes, of his sure, demanding touch as he stripped him, sliding his shirt down his arms, Wyatt pulled him closer and ran his hands over Sam's bare chest.
His hands slid down to Sam's belt buckle undoing it in a way that couldn't be anything but practiced. Sam tried not to think about how many men stood naked in front of Wyatt like this after he tossed away their clothes. Wyatt was his now. That's what mattered. Sam had his full attention as Wyatt hummed with satisfaction while groping him everywhere.
Sam undressed Wyatt as well, skimming his hands over his taut flesh. Kneading his ass, kissing his neck, Sam couldn't get enough of him. Even as Wyatt leaned him back on his bed, Sam kept kissing and groping him.
Finally Wyatt laid him out on the bed and stilled him with a hard kiss. Pushing up on his muscular arms, he hovered above Sam and looked down at him with his eyes feral with lust.
"You're so damn beautiful," Wyatt growled.
Wyatt kissed him lightly following the line of his jaw, his cheekbone, his eyebrows, covering every inch of his face. Sam sighed with the tenderness of it then he looked up at Wyatt silently letting him know that he was dying for a proper, deep kiss, the kind that would brand him Wyatt's forever.
Sam grunted and angled his head, and Wyatt took the hint. He kissed him deeper than his soul, and Sam felt as if his whole being melted wanting to be one with Wyatt.
Wyatt's mouth moved down over the column of his throat. His hands stroked him everywhere.
Feeling shivery and hot as Wyatt's touch ranged over every inch of him, Sam begged, "Oh Wyatt, please."
"Anything you want," Wyatt told him, and Sam reached under his bed where he had stashed lube and condoms. As soon as he turned back, Wyatt kissed him then he nuzzled Sam's ear, and in a raspy voice, asked, "Can we be loud here?"
"Not too loud," Sam said barely getting the words out.
Wyatt was as good as promising to make him scream. Despite his lingering fear, Sam wanted that too. He wanted Wyatt to make him scream his lungs out.
Kneeling between his legs, Wyatt uncapped the lube and then eyed Sam with a smoldering look. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"So ready," Sam told him breathlessly.
Fear was roiling inside him, but he was too turned on to care. Wyatt pushed his legs up, and Sam hooked his arms around the backs of his knees.
"So helpful," Wyatt teased him while leaning over Sam's cock with a smirk. He licked the head and lubed his finger.
Without breaking eye contact, he penetrated Sam while slowly taking his cock in his mouth. Sam moaned and threw his head back. He was going to come before they even got started.
