Xander rolled his eyes and pointed toward the bedroom. His therapy only lasted for an hour. The therapist, according to Wright, was fitting him in after hours because she wanted to get started sooner than later with talking. He loved that Wright was open about it, keeping Xander in the loop. He would have respected his choice to keep it private, but he liked that he trusted him.
He was planning on making a parmesan chicken dish tonight. Wright had mentioned how he wanted to try making it, but his dad was not a fan of parmesan so he never did. They had it a couple weeks ago and Xander was sure Wright went into a food coma afterward. He would limit what he ate because the last thing he needed was him falling asleep. His shower wasquick and he grabbed his clothes while Wright sat on the bed with his earbuds in. He got dressed in the bathroom and started on dinner after. He didn’t cook full meals often; living in the city and working a lot he typically just grabbed food on the way home and then moving back to the ranch, Tracy made it a point to cook enough for everyone most nights.
He was placing slices of fresh parmesan on the chicken when Wright walked into the kitchen. “It smells amazing in here,” he said. He leaned against the counter and folded his arms over his chest. He looked extra soft and cuddly in a long sleeve shirt and shorts. He’d been wearing it outside, but in the privacy of their home, Xander didn’t have to keep his distance. His eyes were a little red, but he was smiling. Xander finished putting the cheese on and slid the chicken back into the oven to cook a little longer.
“How did it go?” Xander wiped his hands on a dish towel before opening his arms for Wright to step closer. He acted immediately.
“It was hard,” he murmured. “But I know it will be for a while. We got through a lot, talking about my mom and when she left, the anger I still have over that. But we ended the session talking about the good things. Mostly this place and how I really enjoy the work I’m doing outside.”
“I’m glad it’s helping,” Xander whispered. “How about you go and take a shower and I’ll finish up here? Should be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
“I took one earlier,” Wright said. “I can help you finish prepping.”
“I think you would be better off prepping something else,” Xander said slowly, hoping that he both understood what he meant and that he wasn’t crossing a line. Wright was clear about what he wanted, but Xander still worried that he’d change his mind. Wright pulled back with eyes wide and a bright smile.
“Seriously? Tonight?”
“If you’re ready for it,” Xander said.
“It’s about fucking time,” Wright said, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I’ve been ready for this.”
“Slow down, okay?” Xander placed his hands on Wright’s shoulders and stilled him, chuckling a little. “Take a shower, clean up nicely, and we’re going to eat dinner first. And clean that mouth, too. You’re too sweet for it.”
Wright smiled but he stared up at Xander with serious eyes. “I do it because I can. I wasn’t allowed to, before. I promise I don’t do it around anyone but you. It isn’t as a way for me to appear older or anything. It just sometimes slips out.”
Xander could hear the earnestness in his voice and he felt bad. He’d meant for it to be flirty, mostly. But he could see where Wright was coming from. He was an adult, though, and Xander couldn’t actually- wouldn’t dream of it, really- control him and what he said or did. He brushed a hand through his hair and smiled. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. I didn’t mean anything by it. You can say whatever you want whenever you want. I was trying to make a joke.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“No, no. It’s all good.” Xander leaned closer until his lips were brushing the outside of his ear. He held Wright’s head with his left hand and let his right travel down his back, toward his butt. “Now why don’t you go take that shower and think of me slipping my fingers, my tongue…” Xander took a deep breath, pausing and gauging Wright’s reaction to what he was saying. The intake of breath and the way he was shaking slightly under his touch gave him all he needed. “My cock inside you all fucking night?”
Xander laughed when Wright sped out of the room and down the hall. If he’d been a cartoon, he was sure there’d be a cloud of smoke trailing him. He turned back to the last of the prepfor dinner and had everything plated on the table by the time Wright came back.
“I don’t think you’re being obvious enough,” Xander said with a laugh. He wrapped Wright in his arms and hugged him tight. His hair was still wet and he wasn’t wearing anything more than one of Xander’s shirts that fell mid-thigh and a pair of cheeky briefs. It was the total opposite of the jeans and button up Xander was wearing.
“I wouldn’t want anything to hinder your plans for tonight,” Wright said innocently. He bit his bottom lip and Xander fell just a little more for the young man. He was so earnest and sweet. Xander had to remind himself that this would be Wright’s first time.
Chapter Thirteen
~ Wright ~
Wright tried to keep his cool during their supper. The food really was good and he told Xander more details about his day. Xander talked about the calves and how they were doing well. They were selling a few cattle next month and had a wedding that wanted to rent out the field for a summer event. They talked about the dinner and if Wright liked it, talked about different meals they’d like to try together. Xander gave him the rundown of all the family he would meet tomorrow. There were cousins, an aunt and uncle that owned a farm across the state, and some other family friends. Margaret Pillar, his doctor, would be coming with her husband and kids. Tracy’s niece, the one that introduced William and Patrick in the first place, would be coming with Tracy’s mom. Her older sister wouldn’t be able to make it due to work. He was excited to meet everyone, but he pushed those thoughts for tomorrow.
“The food was delicious,” Wright said as he finally set his fork and knife down. He finished off the glass of water as well. He was just the right amount of full, but his stomach was still flitting with small butterflies. He wasn’t nervous, really. He knew he was ready for this. Had been ready and as much as he liked pushing Xander, he respected his wish to wait. He enjoyed whatthey had done, liked that Xander gave him something when he was good. Maybe he’d have to explore that praise kink a little more. He enjoyed it in the books Xander had.
“Do you want dessert?” Xander asked easily. He finished off his sweet tea and flicked his eyes to Wright. Wright closed his eyes for a second and then shook his head.
“Honestly, if you aren’t my dessert, I’m good.”
“You’re really ready for this?” Xander asked. He scooted his chair out and tapped his thighs. Wright was out of his seat in an instant and straddled Xander’s. He wrapped his arms around his neck and Xander placed his hands on Wright’s hips.
“I am.” Wright said it matter-of-factly, trying to relay how ready he was in those two words. “But only if you are, Xander. This goes both ways.”
Instead of answering, Xander smiled and sealed their lips together. The kiss was hot from the start and Wright gave Xander everything the moment he parted his lips. He moaned, shifting his hips forward to hopefully repeat their same make out session from Monday. Xander massaged his hips, then his rough hands slid down Wright’s thighs. He couldn’t help but groan as he felt his dick swell at the contact. Wright broke the kiss, but Xander just moved his lips to his jaw, down his neck. One hand left his thigh to move the collar of his shirt off his shoulder and he sucked the skin above his collarbone.
“Shit, Xander. That feels amazing.” Wright shifted his body backward, Xander’s hands on him the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor. He whimpered when Xander’s stubble scraped against his chest. His whole body was already on fire. He dropped his head back, letting Xander have full access to his neck. His lips brushed over his Adam’s apple and to the other side.
“You sure you want this, gorgeous?” Xander whispered the words as his lips trailed back up to his ear. Wright could hearhim take a deep breath and then growl. The sound immediately went to his dick and he needed to be naked now.
