21. Wyatt
21
WYATT
That evening we drink wine on the patio, picking at a charcuterie board he had delivered from a local business. When we got back from the helicopter ride, we spent time in the pool, lounging in the warm afternoon before I spent a significant amount of time playing with Matthias’s ass. Now we’re watching the sunset. Purples and pinks splash across the sky.
“Can we stay here forever?” I ask, and Matthias studies me.
“Does that mean I get to keep you?”
I scoff. “I mean…it’s just a turn of phrase. But if we can live here and watch you get assaulted by bananas, I’d consider it.”
It’s meant to be a joke, but Matthias doesn’t laugh.
He just sighs and looks off into the distance. He doesn’t look at me again until the sun has completely set. And when we head inside, thunder on the horizon, he moves to a small room off the living room and stands there, watching as rain starts to fall from the sky.
It hits the glass roof, making such a ruckus.
“What’s up with you?” I ask, approaching carefully. The brewing storm is far enough away that it doesn’t bother me. “You’ve been ignoring me all day.”
“I haven’t.”
“Well, I guess that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But you’ve been ignoring me since I said that thing about forever.”
He peers over at me and then turns back to face outside. He can’t really see much. The darkness is thick and piercing.
My stomach twists. “You do know that this gig is up in a year, right?”
He keeps his back to me. “I know that. You don’t need to remind me.”
“I feel like I need to. Because…well, I don’t want to keep messing around with you if you’re getting ideas.”
He scoffs, and I double down. “It’s just temporary—what’s happening between us. It’s just attraction and a whisper of memories past. It doesn’t mean anything else.”
“Is that all?” he asks, his hands twitching beside him. There’s a dangerous note in his voice, but it doesn’t scare me. Matthias would never hurt me. “Or do you have more to say?”
I feel suddenly hollow, the words I spoke sitting awkwardly between us. He’s still not looking at me and I hate it. I hate how tight my skin feels. “I think that’s all. I’m just setting expectations so when we walk away from this neither of us gets hurt. I can’t be hurt again.”
He finally turns. I flinch at the dead, cold look in his eyes. The Matt who’d laughed with me all day is long gone now. “Understood.”
He stares at me for a long moment before he walks down the hallway, leaving me to follow after, hating that he has me on a string like this. That he can just tug and I follow like some kind of pet. But then again, that’s how it always was between us—me enamored with him, wanting to be with him always.
Until that night when I realized I was nothing more than trash to be discarded. Something to be forgotten and ignored. It was then that I understood I was wrong, that I should have never let myself be that vulnerable with someone like him.
It’s something I carry with me even now.
Because this marriage will end. And who the fuck knows how I’ll manage emotionally when it does.
Not a problem I thought I’d have when I’d stood at that altar with him. But things have changed.
Everything has changed.
And in trying to protect myself from getting hurt…I think I hurt Matthias.
Matthias stalks into the bathroom, not knowing the turmoil in my mind, and turns on the shower. I just stand there, knowing I have no right to join him, not after what I said to him, how those words hurt him. So I wait, taking my turn for the water when he’s done. I can’t stop looking at him as he dries off, his muscles tense and tight.
I rush to finish my shower before he’s dry—before he can leave me in here alone.
Why wouldn’t he? I’m the one who just told him that what’s happening between us doesn’t mean anything.
Because it doesn’t—right?
Fuck, I’m so confused.
He’s out of the door before I finish drying. I curse as I rush to follow him, hopping as I tug my boxers on.
Finally, I find him out in the enclosed porch, watching the rain come down, the palm trees whipping and leaning left and right in the distance. The thunder, thankfully, has escaped into the horizon and my anxiety over a loud storm dissipates. Now all that’s left is the stress of Matthias being mad at me.
I hate it. I shouldn’t, given our past, but I do.
“Are you going to avoid me the rest of the evening? The rest of our honeymoon?” My voice comes out angrier than I want it to be. I’m upset with myself for making him upset. I should have said it better, should have tried not to hurt him.
But I failed.
His hands slide into his pockets. “It’s not a honeymoon, though, is it?”
I grind my teeth as I watch him, moving to stand near him. Our arms brush and he inhales softly.
“I don’t want to be punished for speaking facts.”
“That’s all this is then? Facts?”
I swallow. The anger pulsing off him is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
“I said nothing but the truth and you’re mad about it. I should have been kinder, perhaps, but it doesn’t change what this is.” It can’t. I won’t let myself go there.
I trusted him once, and look how that ended.
“That’s the truth,” he murmurs and then turns to face me. “Fine. That’s all it needs to be then. Transactional. Unfeeling.”
Those words make something inside of me clench and roil.
“Matthias.”
“No. I get it.” He holds up his hands, and I want nothing more than to press my lips to the palms that are facing me. “You don’t need to explain. You wouldn’t want me to get any ideas. ”
He turns and walks away, and fuck me, I follow him again . What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I stay away? Even when things ended badly between us, I was still drawn to him. I’d look him up online occasionally, tracking his movements in the media. Even then I was on his leash.
When Matthias steps into the bedroom, he strips off his clothes and underwear and kneels on the bed, his ass exposed to me. He doesn’t turn around, just does it all without looking at me.
“Might as well fuck then.” His voice is like ice. “At least something about this will feel good.”
I huff as I stare at him, offering himself up to me, his ass ripe and lush. Fuck, he’s proving a point. I hate it.
“Go on, Wyatt. Fuck me. Fuck me like it doesn’t mean anything.”
Despite being pissed at him, my cock still responds, hard and eager between my legs. “What if I don’t want to?”
He peers over his shoulder staring pointedly at my dick. “You want to. Might as well get something out of this sham of a marriage. A fun memory for when we both walk away, right?”
My nostrils flare and I step forward. “Fine. I’ll fuck you. It may be a sham, but I’ll still make you scream.”
I grab the lube and violently pull the cap off, cracking it in the process. But I don’t care. I’m upset, hurt. I know this is my fault, but I don’t know how to stop it.
Matthias used to bring out the best in me.
Now, it seems to be the worst.
I squeeze some of the liquid between those spread cheeks and roughly drag my fingers up his crack. He makes no sound, not like he did earlier when I entered him. Instead, he just lies there, his eyes closed, his head resting on his arms. Like he’s napping. Like this is the most boring shit he’s ever had to endure.
Fuck him. I can’t stand it, this silence. I reach around him and tug on his dick. That makes his mouth part and a low groan exit. Good. Now I know he feels me.
My fingers move around his ring as I continue to stroke his cock, and without warning, I slowly push two inside, making him grunt at the intrusion. It’s better, but not enough. I want him to feel more of me.
So, I work him open, adding another digit until his hole is wet and loose. And more importantly, his moans are louder, unbidden and unrestrained.
He thinks he can keep this distance, but he’s wrong. He can’t control his reactions to me any more than I can control mine to him.
“You sure about this, Matt?” I squeeze lube on my cock, using my fist to wet it, readying myself to fuck him. “You sure you want to go there?”
“Yeah, Wy. Just do it.”
I slot my cock at his hole and without another thought or word, I push in. My eyes roll back when I feel the way his rim squeezes around me. Warm heat encases me and everything in me shifts. It recenters around this moment.
Around Matt.
I sink in another inch and let out a whimper. Oh god. Oh fuck, this is going to be how I go. I always knew my life would end with him as the reason, I just didn’t know it would be when I was buried cock-deep inside of Matt’s ass.
My fingers grab his hips, holding on tightly as I slowly enter him inch by inch.
I can hear him moaning over the roar in my ears, can feel how hot and tight he is. Glorious is the first word that comes to mind. And then the word mine. All mine.
When my cock slams into him fully, my balls hitting his, I just hold myself there, my hands flexing on his hips, my breathing coming out in stuttered pants.
And Matthias isn’t much quieter. His cheeks are flushed, his lips parted as he inhales and exhales frantically.
“Do you feel me? How deep I am?” I ask breathless.
“Yes. Oh god.” He shuffles on his knees, fucking back onto me. “More. Give me more. Please.”
My hips shift back, my cock sliding from him before thrusting forward with a harsh slap.
He gasps at the intrusion, his back arching slightly as I do it again. And again.
Fuck, he feels fantastic, different from what I’m used to, but no less amazing.
Why did we wait so long? Why didn’t we do this sooner?
“Wy, harder. Harder. Fuck me like you hate me.”
“I. Don’t. Hate. You,” I bite out as I snap my hips forward, keeping myself buried in him for a minute. He writhes beneath me as I slide my hand up his back and grab on to the back of his neck.
“I need you to hear this. I don’t hate you,” I whisper as I clutch his hair and pull. His back arches, his neck exposed to me as I lean forward.
“Wy,” he whines as I let my lips slide down his jaw, toward his mouth. “You shouldn’t kiss me…not now…oh god.”
I wrench his head to the side and let my lips touch his. His moan meets mine as his tongue pushes into my mouth, my hips arching back and fucking him roughly. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I just know that we’re inseparable, the two of us. We have been since we were young. Matthias and Wyatt. Matt and Wy. And now here we are, one body.
The sounds of our slapping skin, our breathy moans bring us closer and closer to the edge, our lips brushing, our tongues sliding against one another. And yet it’s not enough. I want more. I want to see him as I fuck him. I want to watch him come.
I pull out of him, and he whines, but it’s cut off when I wrench him sideways and flip him onto his back. His leaking cock hits his stomach with a loud slap as I push his knees into his chest. My eyes hit that raven tattoo as I fuck back into him. I don’t give him a chance to breathe, to protest. I just take him, take what’s mine. He cries out as I impale my cock inside of him, his eyes rolling back into his head as I slide all the way in. Balls deep. Impossibly far inside of him.
His hands scramble for purchase as my mouth meets his again. I can feel his fingernails rake down my back as my hips piston back and forth, pleasure zinging through me as I swallow his moans, tasting his desperation. I can feel his wet cock sliding against my abdomen. He’s close to exploding, his hole far too sensitive from the earlier ass play to hold back much longer.
I pull my lips from his and he chases me, his hooded eyes drooping as he watches me thrust into him.
“You going to come?” I ask roughly, my voice husky. “You going to come all over me?”
“Yes.”
I lick up his neck and he cocks his head slightly, giving me more access. I nibble on his ear, and he shivers. “Who’s going to make you come? You going to say my name?”
He groans and nods, his fingers moving into my hair and pulling.
“Say it then. Say it ,” I growl as I continue to piston in and out of him.
His legs wrap around my lower back and he holds onto me like he’s going to float away if he doesn’t.
I make sure my abdomen brushes against his sensitive cock as I thrust into him and a minute later, his back arches.
“Wyatt!”
Feral possessiveness rips through me as his cock explodes. I’m the one who’s done this. It was my name on his lips.
Mine.
Matt’s release coats our skin, his heavy breathing filling the air. But I’m not done. Fuck, I’m not done. I continue to work myself toward the edge, relishing the feel of how tight he is, how wet. How his body just takes me. Every inch. I don’t have to be careful or timid. I can just move with abandon.
“Wy. You’re so hot,” he says, his face relaxed as I continue to fuck him. “A dream come true,” he murmurs as his hands trail down my back. When he grabs on to my ass and meets my forward thrusts with some of his own, I know I’m close to exploding. I work faster, a brutal, punishing pace. Sweat drips down my temples and my neck as I brace myself over him.
His eyes meet mine and I see something impossible in those depths. It makes my chest constrict and before I can swallow the hard truth, my cock jerks and I fall over the edge. Pleasure pulses through me, my cum splashing inside of him as his body consumes it. Wave after wave leaves me until I’m slumped over him, trying to catch my breath.
That was perfect . That was fucking hot .
I already want to do it again.
Neither of us says anything as I slip out of him, unable to look away from his ass as my release trickles from him. It’s the best thing I’ve seen all day. My depraved mind wants to fill him with so much cum that it’s constantly dribbling out of him. I want him thinking of me all day, every day.
“You okay?” I finally ask, and he nods, turning his gaze away from me and staring at the wall.
It bothers me more than I want to admit. My hand clasps his chin and I drag his gaze back to me.
“Was I too rough?”
“No. It was perfect,” he says, swallowing roughly. His eyes are slightly wet, his throat thick with emotion. “I never thought I’d have you like this.”
I let those words pierce my chest. “Well, you can have me like this as often as you want.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I flop onto my back and stare at the ceiling. “It was hot. I could go again tonight if you want.”
He sighs, half content and half something else. I don’t know what that means.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” he says, and I turn my head to look at him.
“Come on, tell me the truth. What is it? You still mad at me?”
A shadow passes over his face, but then he shakes his head. “No. I know what this is. It’s clear to me now. And yes, we should do that again. Until this ends.”
I stare at him and then lean over, letting my mouth hover over his. He lets out a shaky exhale and then lifts up, letting our lips touch. It’s sweet, tender, and when we curl up next to each other, my hand slips around his waist, holding him tightly.
His fingers lace with mine and I hear his breathing go from steady and sure to slow and slumbering. I stay awake far too long, pulling apart the way he looked at me and what it means…
What I’m afraid it might mean.