“So these days it would mean that the people you go through shit with bond with you more than your blood family might?”
“Something along those lines, yes.” Justin finished his coffee and pizza, then got up and stretched carefully. “Okay, I’m back to work. You go get groceries before it gets dark. You haven’t driven to Oak Glen much, right?”
“No, I haven’t been there yet, but I think I can pull it off with GPS and all.”
“It gets interesting in the dark. Just be careful. Or I could ask Wyatt to come with you if he’s not doing anything?” Justin offered.
Izzy swallowed. Did he want to spend time with Wyatt? Yes, hell yes. But driving with him in the car? On tricky, unknown roads? Yeah, maybe not.
“I’m sure he has better things to do. I’ll manage. I’ll just finish this slice and go now so I’ll be back before dark. It’s not far anyway.”
“If you’re sure. Drive carefully and see you tomorrow.” Justin took his mug to the sink, gave him a wave, and left the break room.
Jesus. Izzy realized the thought of being in the same vehicle with Wyatt was giving him a bit of a chub. Holy shit. Izzy had never had this sort of reaction to anyone before. And it had nothing to do with having been in prison for four years, either.
No, he’d never been as keen on sticking his dick into things as most of his friends. Sex could still be good and often was, he just didn’t have as much of an urge than most guys, maybe? But one thought at Wyatt and his big brown eyes, running fingers through those long locks of his?
Izzy groaned, stuffed the rest of his pizza into his mouth, and practically ran out the door.
* * * *
Couple of days later, the weekend arrived. Izzy felt almost disappointed, because he’d gotten to the rhythm in the last few weeks.
There was something else to look forward to, though. Sam was going to a family thing in Fresno for the whole weekend, and on Saturday night, Justin and Del had agreed to take Lettie to see a movie and to a casual dinner because apparently she wanted to do that with them first before she had a date with some boy next week.
Wyatt had had time to tell Izzy that when he’d dropped by the greenhouse the day before. He’d brought a coffee cake which had been demolished in literal minutes, but it had also been an excellent decoy for Izzy and Wyatt to have just enough time to steal a couple of kisses and make some plans for Saturday.
Sam had left on Friday evening after work, so Izzy had a whole twenty-four hours to be nervous about it all. Maybe he shouldn’t have been. After all, it was Wyatt. They’d kissed and groped a bit. Whether they’d do something more that night would remain to be seen, because consent was a thing and it went both ways.
It was just…Izzy didn’t want to fuck anything up. There were already so many things that could go wrong for Wyatt with him being non-binary, or whatever the word he chose for his identity would be. It could be downright horrible for LGBTQ people out there, and well, Izzy still had a hard time wrapping his brain around the fact that he belonged to the community too.
Oh, he knew now, he did. Without a shadow of a doubt. But when he thought about the LGBTQ community, he didn’t feel like he thought of himself. Not yet, but he would.
It had also come to him as somewhat of a surprise that gay people were just like everyone else. Not in a silly way, like he’d thought they all were feminine or super masculine and campy. It just felt like what he’d seen in TV and movies, there were rarely normal kind of people who just happened to be gay or whatever. They were always somehow tragic or comic relief characters and what Izzy had seen when he got to know the Abbots more was neither of those things. They were just people.
“Hey,” Wyatt said awkwardly from the edge of the parking space in front of the trailer. There was a bit of room for each, a yard of their own and a parking space for two cars, and Wyatt stood just inside the circle of light someone had rigged up to the corner of the trailer.
“Hi,” Izzy got to his feet and smiled. “Come on in.”
Wyatt walked to him and smiled slightly, but his nerves were obvious in his expression.
Izzy closed and locked the door behind them. He hadn’t expected to immediately maul Wyatt like he had before, but there was a weird feeling of separation between them now.
“I…uh, I have a few hours,” Wyatt said quietly, his back to Izzy as he looked around the common area.
“You know we don’t have to do anything, right? We can just watch a movie or something.”
Wyatt turned then, his gaze determined as he strode the few steps separating them. He grabbed Izzy and kissed him in a way that told him what Wyatt wanted, loud and clear.
“Oh, all right then. But you know, consent and this being new for both of us, right?” Izzy panted, smiling when they separated. “I mean, you haven’t—”
“Uh, no. Not with anyone else, no. And you haven’t either?” Wyatt blushed again, but the determination wasn’t gone. It felt like this was the first adult conversation about sex he’d had to have and he was going to get through it.
“Not with someone who has the same parts as I do,” Izzy confirmed.
“Okay, so, either of us says stop at any point, we stop.”
“Absolutely.”
“All right, which is your bedroom?” Wyatt asked, a definite spark in his gaze as he let it roam up and down Izzy’s body. “I want to see all your ink.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Izzy choked out, despite feeling like the blood in his head was heading to his cock at an alarming rate. He pointed weakly at the correct direction, and Wyatt marched ahead with purpose.
Wyatt might end up being the death of Izzy, but what a way to go, eh?
