“I mean, is it gross?”
“It’s okay.” Izzy tilted his head. “You wanna keep asking questions, or you want me to keep blowing you?”
“Keep blowing me,” Wyatt whispered. “Please.”
Izzy grinned again and leaned back in. He was more confident this time and took Wyatt a little deeper. Not like, not like swallowing him or anything, because he still had a hand wrapped around Wyatt’s shaft, so it was only as much as he could fit in his mouth. It was still the most incredible thing Wyatt had ever experienced. He twisted his hands in Izzy’s comforter, and fought the urge to thrust, because it was Izzy’s first time too, and he didn’t want to choke him or anything. He groaned, and Izzy gave an answering moan that vibrated all the way along Wyatt’s dick.
“Oh God!” Wyatt stared down at Izzy’s back, at the wings that moved and shifted as he sucked, and then reached out and curled the fingers of one hand in Izzy’s hair. “Izzy!Izzy!”
He couldn’t help thrusting forward as he came. Izzy jerked backward in response, spluttering. He was wide-eyed. Wyatt’s cum gleamed on his lips, and there were globs of it on his face too. And then, as Wyatt watched, Izzy swallowed.
“Shit,” Wyatt said. “I’m sorry. Is it gross? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come that fast!”
“Come here,” Izzy said, and his voice was rough. He straightened up as tall as he could on his knees, and pulled Wyatt’s face toward him. “You want a taste too?”
And then they were kissing, and Izzy’s mouth tasted of Wyatt’s cum. They kissed until Wyatt couldn’t taste it anymore, and then they kept kissing just for the hell of it.
It was Izzy who pulled back first.
“Was it okay?” Wyatt asked.
“Yeah,” Izzy said. “Like, it was weird because I haven’t done it before, and I haven’t ever wanted to before, but it wasyou.” He shrugged, like that should have made perfect sense to Wyatt. And then he smiled. “It wasyou, Wyatt.”
And Wyatt realized in that moment that he wasn’t too much of a boy for Izzy, or too much of a girl. He wasn’t too white, and he wasn’t too brown. He was Wyatt—messy, confused, anxious, stuck-in-the-middle Wyatt—but whoever Wyatt was, Izzy wanted him.
And there was a first time for that too.
* * * *
Wyatt headed home regretfully just past eleven. Izzy walked him as far as the main road, and they kissed again. Then Wyatt crossed the road and headed up the driveway to the house. It was a bright night, and he didn’t need his phone to light the way. He let himself in the house with his key, and went upstairs to shower and change for bed. And then, suddenly buzzing with a nervous energy his body translated into hunger, he went downstairs and made toast and peanut butter.
He was eating it in the living room when the arc of headlights through the front windows told him everyone was home.
Lettie bounced through the door first.
“How was it?” Wyatt called out to her.
“It was good,” Lettie said. “When I go back there I know how to order and stuff.”
“That’s great.” Wyatt fist bumped her, and she headed upstairs.
Dad and Justin came inside shortly after.
“How was it?” Wyatt asked them, figuring their report might be a little different than Lettie’s. Lettie wasn’t great in social situations. She wasn’t anxious about them like Wyatt, she could just be a little tone deaf. She also generally didn’t give a fuck if she messed up, unlike Wyatt whose brain kept a detailed catalogue of every social faux pas he’d ever made and liked to wake him up in the middle of the night sometimes and run through it.
Justin smiled. “It was actually okay. She wanted the pasta, but when she was told they were out, she picked something else.”
Lettie wasn’t always great at being flexible.
“She’ll be fine,” Dad said, because he always thought that about his kids. Even Wyatt. “She’ll do great.”
“How was your night?” Justin asked.
Wyatt shoved a piece of toast into his mouth and chewed it to give himself time to come up with an answer. “Good,” he said. “I watched a movie.”
Not a total lie.
“Must’ve been a good one,” Justin said, and Wyatt realized he was smiling like an idiot.
“It was,” he said, and then escaped to the kitchen to put his plate in the dishwasher before Justin had any follow-up questions. “Goodnight!”
