Wyatt shrunk a little, like he had at the dinner table.
“But I get that on some days you can feel like you are, and that’s okay. It’s not for anyone to say who you can and can’t be.” Izzy stopped in front of Wyatt, who seemed to be mulling over his words. “Can you look at me?”
He gave Wyatt time, but when he didn’t seem to be able to do it himself, Izzy reached his hand ever so slowly and gently placed two fingers under Wyatt’s chin. Then he coaxed his head up enough to be able to peer into Wyatt’s gorgeous eyes.
“Hi, there you are,” he murmured, smiling. “God, you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen, Wyatt Abbot.”
The corner of Wyatt’s mouth twitched slightly, and a blush spread over his cheeks. “Th-thanks, I guess…?”
“So, Wyatt, I’m Izzy, and I’m a cis-man, and I think I might be pansexual, but I sure as hell aren’t straight when it comes to you.”
Wyatt’s gaze snapped up into his. He looked so startled, Izzy smiled.
“I’m sorry, for how I handled yesterday,” Izzy said quietly.
“Apology accepted,” Wyatt breathed out the words, and Izzy could feel the weight he’d been holding since the day before falling off just like that.
“Oh, thank God.” He let go of Wyatt’s chin and let his own head fall forward with relief. “I thought I blew it,” he admitted out loud.
Wyatt chuckled. Then he took in a breath so deep Izzy could hear it.
“W-would you maybe want to…I mean, if you still—” Wyatt snapped his mouth shut.
“Kiss again?” Izzy hazarded a guess, because he really, really wanted to continue where they’d left off right then.
Wyatt nodded, and they fell into the kiss like they’d done it all their lives.
Izzy moaned at the taste of something lemony on Wyatt’s tongue, and this time, when he felt Wyatt get hard, he pressed closer, chasing the friction.
A door banged somewhere, jolting them apart.
“Th-the screen door, back of house,” Wyatt panted, looking flushed and fucking gorgeous.
“You look good enough to eat,” Izzy blurted out, feeling a blush crawl over his own neck and face as he stepped back and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I think we should maybe stop here,” he said, more controlled this time.
Wyatt’s expression fell, and that same horrible thing from last time started to crawl over his features.
“No, Wyatt, I don’t mean forever,” Izzy explained quickly, stepping back and cupping Wyatt’s cheeks. He pecked Wyatt’s lips gently, then stole another deeper kiss before he had to tear himself away again. “Fuck, your taste.”
Wyatt let out an honest to God giggle. “Probably the lemon curd from the cake filling.”
Izzy smiled at him. “I mean it though, we need to stop, because I have less than ten minutes of my lunch left and I didn’t even lock the door.”
Wyatt blushed again and ducked his head. “Yeah. I guess.”
“If you’re having a girl day the next time we meet like this”—meaning alone, with some time on their hands, Izzy thought with something like excitement bubbling in his belly—”it’s okay. I’m drawn to you, Wyatt. It doesn’t matter to me what kind of headspace you’re in with the gender stuff at the time. Just that you’re consenting and want me back, okay?”
Somehow, Wyatt looked like Izzy had given him the best present ever, right then.
“Okay,” he said slowly. “Okay.”
“Now I really gotta run.” Izzy swooped back in for a kiss, and then made himself turn around and go, because he really, really needed and wanted to keep this job.
