“What time is it?” Linc asked, voice raw.
Wyatt swiped a small plastic applicator over his lips. “Almost seven.”
“At night? How…”
He smacked his lips together. “You had a rough night. You needed rest. I put your phone in your room. I texted Charlie and Graciela not to come by today and I made sure my father was still out of town. I knew nobody else would bother us. I’ve been checking your phone though, just in case Ellie called about your dad.”
Linc grunted, digging his fingers into his eyes before stumbling naked into the bathroom to relieve himself and splash some water on his face. He felt hungover. He’d never had a flashback while he was awake. Just nightmares while he slept. Maybe he’d been sleepwalking. He just couldn’t remember, and that thought left his insides cold. What if he’d hurt Wyatt again?
Wyatt. His name was like a grenade detonating in Linc’s chest, leaving him scattered and destroyed in its wake. This kid… he was constantly surprising Linc. Wyatt had taken care ofhimlast night. He’d researched how to deal with Linc’s flashbacks, had sat there for who knew how long waiting for Linc to come back to him. He’d protected him last night, watched over him all day and even kept the other people in their lives at a distance… all for Linc. He’d thought of everything, even Ellie and his dad. Shit. Linc didn’t know what the fuck to do with that information. He ran a hand over his scruffy face, suddenly feeling a hundred years old and more confused than ever.
When he returned to the bedroom, he wandered over to Wyatt, who wore a bright pink hoodie and a pair of short white shorts that left his long legs exposed. He leered at Linc’s naked body in the mirror, a smirk on his face. “Hey, Daddy,” he said in a singsong voice, clearly amused with himself.
The way Linc’s dick responded to that word falling from Wyatt’s lips was Pavlovian, his blood rushing south. He slowly spun the boy’s chair away from the mirror, pressing a lingering kiss to Wyatt’s mouth. He tasted like strawberries but smelled like suntan lotion, and Linc wanted to bury himself in his scent. He wanted to bury himself in Wyatt.
Wyatt’s expression morphed into concern, narrowing his eyes at Linc. “How do you feel?” he asked, running his soft hands along Linc’s scruffy jaw.
Wyatt’s worry had a knot forming in Linc’s chest. That was a loaded question, one Linc didn’t want to deal with, so he just pulled Wyatt in for another kiss, dirtier this time, letting his tongue explore as he guided Wyatt’s hand to his half-hard cock. “How do you think I feel?”
Wyatt moaned against his lips, tightening his warm fist around Linc’s arousal. “Good, so fucking good.”
Linc pulled back enough to cup Wyatt’s face. He’d clearly spent his day playing with his makeup. He’d pinned his curls off his face with a chunky black clip, and his already perfect creamy skin now shimmered like a prism when the light hit it. He’d painted his eyelids a glittery silver-blue and his full lips a frosty pink. He looked like some virginal sprite from a faraway land and Linc wanted nothing more than to dirty him up. He unclipped Wyatt’s hair, mussing his curls. “You’ve got your war paint on,” Linc whispered, biting down on Wyatt’s lower lip. “Feeling brave?”
Wyatt’s cheeks flushed, and he glanced away. “I can take it off,” he muttered.
Linc hated that look, the shame somebody—probably his fucking father—had drilled into him over something Wyatt clearly loved. Linc caught him under the chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Oh, no. No way. Daddy’s got big plans for you. I want to see those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.” Wyatt’s pupils dilated, his tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip. “Get me hard, baby… I wanna fuck you.”
Wyatt stared at Linc like he worried Linc was teasing him. He wasn’t. Linc didn’t know when he’d made the decision to give them what they both wanted, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was true. He needed to be inside Wyatt, needed to possess every part of him.
Wyatt slipped from his chair and slid to his knees, his eyes locked on Linc as he took his cock to the back of his throat and swallowed. “Jesus. Yeah, that’s it,” Linc muttered as Wyatt’s muscles constricted around him. Wyatt still had no technique, just sloppy enthusiasm and no fear…Oh, fuck. And no gag reflex. His boy had zero gag reflex. “You look so good on your knees for me. So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Wyatt pulled off with a pop, his gaze searing into Linc’s soul. “Imagine how pretty I’ll look with your cock in my ass,” he teased before hastily adding, “Daddy.”
Linc laughed, shaking his head. Wyatt made a move like he was going to swallow Linc down once more, but Linc gripped his hair, pressing the head of his cock against Wyatt’s lips. “Open.”
Wyatt complied, moaning as Linc ran his length along the velvet softness of Wyatt’s tongue. “So fucking perfect. God, you were born for this.” Wyatt’s lips closed around him, sucking hard, his hands gripping Linc’s ass urging him deeper. He gave his boy what he wanted, fucking into the wet heat of Wyatt’s mouth, only stopping to hold himself deep inside until Wyatt choked, tears streaming from his eyes, causing black tracks to run down his otherwise beautiful face. It shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was.
He pulled out, tugging Wyatt to his feet before giving him a filthy openmouthed kiss. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Daddy,” Wyatt promised, his shimmery pink lips wet and swollen, dirty face flushed and his eyes bright with tears.
Linc stroked his cock, pushing Wyatt toward the bed. “Who makes the rules?”
Wyatt stumbled as he rushed to comply. “You do, Daddy.”
Linc turned Wyatt away from himself, his voice a low rumble. “You going to be good for me?”
Wyatt’s head bobbed. “So good, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Arms up.” Wyatt complied, allowing Linc to pull off his hoodie off, tossing it away. He pressed between his shoulder blades. “Bend over,” Linc murmured.
Wyatt folded himself onto the mattress, burying his face in the comforter, already panting. Linc peeled Wyatt’s shorts down to mid-thigh but left them in place, nudging Wyatt’s legs apart and fondling his hard cock. Wyatt gave a startled cry, knees buckling.
“Uh-uh. Get that ass in the air where it belongs,” he chided, spanking his bottom hard enough to leave one perfect handprint.
He wished he could photograph Wyatt like this, show him the beautifully debauched picture he made. He shook the thought away, turning to flip on the light in the darkening room and grab the lube and condoms he’d stashed in Wyatt’s drawer. The boy’s gaze followed him now as he moved around the room, but Linc pretended not to notice. He dropped the supplies within reach.
“Daddy,” Wyatt moaned, rocking his hips against the sheets. Linc slapped his ass once more, harder this time. “Ow,” Wyatt whimpered, breathless.
