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From the corner of the room, Dog raised her head once and whined. Jackson shushed her, and she put her chin back down on her paws. While his relationship with Wyatt was still new and ill-defined, he liked it, more than he’d liked anything or anyone in a long damned time. He didn’t expect it to last, because everyone in Jackson’s life eventually left.
But for right now, he’d enjoy this beautiful thing while he had it.
Wyatt woke with a sticky mouth, an intense thirst for water, and a hand possessively cupping his ass. The first two things bothered him while the third did not in the least. He still felt the phantom sensation of Jackson eating his ass last night, and he definitely wanted that to happen again. He’d redo the entire night, step by step, if he could.
He floundered for the side table and the cup of water Jackson had put there at some point and managed to sip some without spilling it. He lay on his stomach, so he was proud of not dribbling it anywhere. When he put the cup back he glanced to his left and looked right into Jackson’s dark brown eyes. Sleepy, almost shy eyes.
The shyness after what they’d done last night was incredibly cute. “Hey,” Wyatt said.
“Hey.” Jackson did that adorable nose nuzzle thing. “Sleep okay?”
“Oh yeah, like a rock for a while. You wore me out.”
“Same. I had a, uh, really great time last night.”
“Me too.” Wyatt humped his hips a little, and Jackson’s fingers slid closer to his crease. He hadn’t forgotten Jackson saying he wanted to fuck him, and Wyatt was more than down with finding out what that felt like. “Really loved you playing with me here.”
“I loved that, too. You’re so fucking responsive.”
“No one’s ever done that for me before. Rimmed me.”
“I figured. Figure there’s a lot of stuff you still don’t know about your body. If you trust me, I’d like to keep helping you discover that stuff.”
“I do trust you.” Even though he kind of had to pee, Wyatt slid over so he was half draped on Jackson’s body, their groins pressed together. He folded his hands on Jackson’s chest and rested his own chin on them. The closeness made him slightly cross-eyed but he didn’t care. “Can I, um, chill with you for a while today? Like, we can talk or not talk, or we can take a walk or whatever. We don’t have to fuck again, but I’d like to if you’re okay with it, and now I’m babbling like a twelve-year-old with his first crush.”
Jackson grinned. “We can do whatever you want today. Only plans I had were to rest and maybe hike for a while with Dog.”
She heard her name and yipped. Wyatt looked up and spotted her at attention by the door, probably eager to water a bush.
“I hear you,” Jackson said. “Gotta let her out.”
“I’ll do it.” Wyatt climbed out of bed. He shivered immediately in the cold room, dashed over to unlock the door and let Dog go outside, and then darted back under the covers. Cuddled up close to Jackson’s hot, slightly hairy body. Jackson wrapped him up in his arms, and Wyatt settled against his chest. “I like this new side of you.”
“What side?”
“The warm side. You’re so businesslike at the ranch, and I get that. We’re both there to do a job, and me being trained right is important. Totally get it. It’s just nice seeing a human side and not just the cowboy robot.”
Jackson snickered. “I guess I do kind of act like an emotionless jerk at work sometimes. I’ve got a long, bad habit of keepin’ people at arm’s length. Been hurt too much in the past, so it’s hard to trust. Don’t often feel right letting myself risk that trust bein’ broken.”
Wyatt traced a finger around the coarse hair on Jackson’s chest, enjoying the way it tickled his skin. “Will you tell me a little about that? Your past? You don’t say much ever.”
“What do you wanna know about?”
“I don’t know. When you did know you were gay?”
“Not until I was about eighteen and gettin’ ready to go into the world on my own. I mean, I’d admired boys for a long time, since puberty really, but my parents were the type who preached hellfire and brimstone for gay folk and women who had sex before marriage, and don’t get me started on what they thought about female politicians. So you can imagine I didn’t examine my thoughts for boys or act on any of those urges until I got out of that place.”
Something sad in Jackson’s voice made Wyatt raise his head. Jackson was staring up at the ceiling, his expression somewhat blank, as if caught up in something only he could see. Memories in his head that had stolen him briefly away. “Let me guess,” Wyatt said gently. “You acted too much on those thoughts once you were free?”
“In a nutshell, and it took me to some pretty bad places. I had a little money saved up when I left but it didn’t stretch as far as I hoped it would. Got a few minimum-wage jobs, but I was an eighteen-year-old virgin with no real skills outside of farming, trying to find his way in a city I could barely navigate or understand. Really long story short, I ended up working for a pimp.”
Wyatt’s stomach rolled unpleasantly. “Really?”
“Yeah.” His gaze stayed on the ceiling. “I mean, I liked sex and was good at it, so it wasn’t all bad. I made money. My boss, Cyrus, was fair with his boys. He didn’t stand for us gettin’ hurt too bad. It was okay for a while until I started gettin’ requested by the same john, several nights a month. He got possessive.”
Wyatt was still stuck on the whole “hurt too bad” part, like getting hurt even a little was acceptable. He tried to imagine being in the same position at his age as Jackson had been, and it blew his mind to think of what Jackson had experienced. Of all the hurts and bad memories he wasn’t sharing that had to be taking up space in his head. “What happened?”
“Cyrus started hintin’ around that the john wanted to, essentially, buy me from him. To be his exclusive property, to live with him, and at the time I wasn’t opposed to the idea. I mean, the guy had a huge house, drove fancy cars, had a lot of money, and the thought of fucking one guy, instead of dozens, was kind of appealing. And it wasn’t like I had any kind of legal contract with Cyrus, but we made a deal and I went to live with the john.”
