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Zach sighed and ran a hand through his messy dark hair. The brief fantasy about Wyatt had lifted his spirits for a moment, but now reality came crashing back down.
What was he thinking, imagining any kind of ongoing thing like that? Wyatt should stay a stranger. Strangers were fine when they were anonymous cocks to suck, but if you saw any more of them, you'd just get burned. You'd find out that they were selfish lovers, or were rude to waiters, or kicked puppies or some shit, and poof, just like that, their dicks weren't fun any more.
It was better to leave fantasies as fantasies.
And even if Wyatt didn't know it, that went both ways. Zach was… well, Zach was just a mess. A jaded, bitter mess who used his piercings and cocky attitude as armor to hide the hurt and emptiness inside.
Sure, he was great at sucking cock. He could make big, tough guys like Wyatt howl in ecstasy. But that was all he had to offer. Whoever Wyatt was, he'd just look down on Zach.
Zach absently picked at a chip in the counter, staring blankly ahead. A guy like him didn't get love. Didn't get intimacy. He was too broken, too fucked up inside to open up to someone like that. The thought of being emotionally vulnerable, of trusting someone with his heart...it terrified him.
That kind of closeness would destroy him.
No, it was better to stay detached. To keep things light and superficial. Flirty banter, hot sex — that's all he could handle. He should stick to being a fucktoy. He could handle that. Trying to be anything more would just end in disaster.
With a heavy sigh, Zach stood up and stretched out his spine. What did it matter anyway? Wyatt barely knew he existed. The man probably got sucked off by punks like him all the time.
He'd never see Wyatt again, and that was for the best.
Zach froze when Hal appeared in his peripheral vision. His boss shoved a ticket into his hand. "Earth to Zach! Get your ass moving already."
When Zach saw the address, he groaned. It was the same address as last night: Wyatt's apartment.'He'd never see Wyatt again'had lasted for all of five seconds. "Uh, actually, I can't do this one. Can someone else take it?"
Hal's eyes narrowed. "What's the problem? Get moving."
"I just… I know the guy, alright?" Zach mumbled. "We didn't exactly hit it off."
"Do I look like I give a shit about your personal life?" Hal snapped. "Deliver the goddamn pizza or you're fired."
Zach's shoulders slumped. Grabbing the hot bag, he shuffled out to his car.
His thoughts raced as he drove across town. Did Wyatt do this on purpose, wanting to see Zach again — or did the guy really just want another pizza?
Zach had seen the injuries Wyatt sported last night. Whatever he did, he clearly led a dangerous life. Zach didn't want to get on the bad side of a guy like that.
But underneath the fear, anticipation thrummed through Zach's veins. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Wyatt since their encounter. The thought of seeing him again made Zach's pulse quicken with desire. He knew it was stupid to get hung up on some random hookup, but he couldn't deny his body's reaction. Just the memory of Wyatt's thick cock filling his mouth had Zach shifting in his seat.
Way too soon, Zach pulled up to Wyatt's building. With a deep breath, he grabbed the pizza and headed inside. At Wyatt's door, he hesitated. His heart pounded as he raised his hand to knock. No going back now.
Zach's heart hammered in his chest as the door swung open. There stood Wyatt, looking just as rugged and hot as Zach remembered. He was wearing gray sweats and a white tank. The bruises on his face had darkened into a mottled palette of blacks, blues, and purples. Zach gave him a crooked smile.
"Nice shiner," he commented wryly.
Wyatt's mouth quirked. "You should see the other guy."
They regarded each other for a moment, the air thick with tension. Zach's eyes roamed over Wyatt's broad, muscular chest. He wanted to know exactly how that body felt under his hands, how those abs would tense and flex as Wyatt neared his climax…
Wyatt's gaze was just as heated as it traveled over Zach's lithe frame.
Zach swallowed hard, holding up the pizza box between them like a shield. "Just, uh, bringing your delivery."
"Right. Thanks." Wyatt took the box and glanced down at Zach. "But I wanted something else."
Zach felt a spike of arousal at Wyatt's words. Despite his attempts to stay detached, his body reacted instinctively to the other man's presence.
This was a bad idea, but… what was new? Zach's whole life was bad ideas.
Here went nothing.
