As soon as Dean had opened the door he knew he had to have him. It hadn’t been his intention when he first... no, it had. He had come back here because he’d wanted to feel Dean in his arms. He needed to take control and when Dean had let him, it had lit him up inside.
He switched, but he needed to stake his claim on Dean. When he drove away, he’d kept glancing back at him and the entire journey home had felt wrong. He’d gone home but had been unable to sleep and had eventually given in the urge to come here.
He licked and kissed Dean’s neck, sucking up a bruise and listening to the sounds Dean made. His hips swung freely, driving in and out of Dean’s ass, loving the tight heat surrounding his dick.
It wouldn’t be long before he came, he could feel his balls tighten, and he wanted Dean to come first. He needed to feel Dean come around his dick.
He pushed a hand between their sweat-covered bodies and gripped Dean’s dick. Pumping it in time with his strokes, he could feel Dean squeeze his dick and his dick swelled in his hand. He stroked it faster and then suddenly, Dean was coming, shooting warm, wet heat over his hand.
The grip on his dick was almost too tight and Wyatt’s movements stuttered. Two more thrusts and he fell over the edge, his orgasm taking his breath away. He jerked with every pulse of come and dropped his head on Dean’s shoulder until his body felt too heavy to hold up and he slumped on Dean.
Dean’s hands ran up and down his back and they both gasped as their bodies cooled. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, waiting for his body to return to normal and for his heart to slow down.
“Well,” Dean drawled. “You can come over anytime.”
Wyatt barked out a laugh and lifted his head to stare down at Dean’s flushed one. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I didn’t, you know… that it could be like that?”
Dean shrugged. “It was what we both wanted, and I am here for you when you’re ready.”
He dropped his head back down, enjoying the feeling of Dean’s hands on his skin, and closed his eyes.
He must have been more tired than he thought because he was barely aware of Dean moving from under him and cleaning them both up. He tried to say ‘sorry,’ but Wyatt mumbled the word.
When he woke up, the sun was shining outside, and he stretched, yawning loudly. When he heard Dean chuckle, he rolled his head over the pillow and stared at him. Dean only wore a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. He was leaning against the door frame and held two mugs in his hands.
He pushed away from the door and walked over to the bed, putting both mugs on the side. Stripping quickly, and showing Wyatt the dates etched on his back, Dean slipped into bed next to Wyatt and kissed his forehead.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Morning.”
“Morning,” Wyatt croaked. “I fell asleep,” he added, a little embarrassed.
“Yeah, you did, but it’s okay. You needed the sleep.”
“I should have… er, yeah.”
Dean chuckled again. “I’m just that good in bed.”
Wyatt snorted. “Yeah, okay, whatever.”
Dean gasped. “You’re saying I’m not?”
Wyatt grinned. “I never said anything like that at all.” They both looked at each other and laughed. “I am sorry I fell asleep.”
“No, don’t be. You needed the rest, and I liked having you here with me.”
Wyatt felt his face heat up and ducked his head, so Dean couldn’t see it, but he did. Dean stroked his fingers under Wyatt’s chin and gently lifted his head up. Wyatt saw the smile on his face and automatically responded. They might not be mated yet, but he could almost feel Dean’s happiness.
“I’m really glad you came over.”
“Me too,” he whispered. “I had to.”
“I didn’t want you to go, but I knew you needed space.”
“I did, and I didn’t. I got home last night and all I could think about was coming back to you. I sat watching Jer and D together and I knew I could have that with you.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “Just, when we had sex, I didn’t bite you-”
Dean stopped him by placing his finger on his lips. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. All in good time. I’m happy with this, if you are.”
“You really don’t mind?” Wyatt frowned at him. Dean didn’t mind they hadn’t mated? That seemed strange, but he was still only getting to know this man, this human who was his mate. It seemed he’d read Wyatt’s mind.
“We need to get to know one another first. For all you know I could bite my toenails in bed.”
“Eww. Do you?”
“What! No, of course I don’t. That’s just gross.” Dean grimaced. “I think you’ve put me off my breakfast.”
“Me?” Wyatt’s eyes widened. “You started it.” Dean grinned, and Wyatt frowned at him. “Not funny.”
“Come here,” Dean said, pulling Wyatt closer.
“Not brushed my teeth.”
“Go then. Bathroom’s just there and I’ve put a spare one out on the sink.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Wyatt shot out of bed and into the bathroom, using the facilities then washing his hands. He brushed his teeth and was back in bed within two minutes. Dean laughed and wrapped his arms around him.
“Don’t laugh,” Wyatt said before kissing him.
Chapter Eleven
Running his hands down Wyatt’s chest, Dean threw his head back as Wyatt’s dick pegged his hot spot. He moaned again and leaned back against Wyatt’s legs and continued moving up and down on Wyatt’s dick.
At this angle, every thrust Wyatt gave hit him just right. Dean’s dick was leaking, precome dribbling down the side and pooling on Wyatt’s abs, the head flushed a deep purple. Dean wanted to reach out and stroke it, but he wanted to fuck himself on Wyatt’s dick more.
Wyatt sat up and Dean changed position so he could wrap his legs around Wyatt’s waist. Wyatt’s hand gripped him under his ass, and he moved Dean, thrusting up harder and deeper into Dean’s ass, causing Dean to cry out.
“Fuck, yes. Just there!” Dean leaned forward and kissed Wyatt, all wet and messy.
Wyatt groaned, and his grip tightened. “Dean,” he mumbled against his lips.
Dean tightened his ass and Wyatt groaned harshly, a sound Dean swallowed as they continued kissing. His hands moved up Wyatt’s back and neck and slid into Wyatt’s damp, curly hair, gripping the strands. He tilted his head further and Dean moved down Wyatt’s jaw, kissing along it until he reached his ear. Once there, he licked around the edge and sucked the lobe into his mouth, gently biting it.
Wyatt shuddered and his head fell back. Dean took advantage and moved his lips down the long, graceful column of Wyatt’s throat. At the base, he sucked until he was sure he’d marked him. Wyatt’s hand pulled his head back and Dean gasped into the kiss Wyatt gave him.
As Wyatt continued to fuck Dean, he moved a hand between their bodies and grabbed his dick. Dean shuddered, crying out as Wyatt played with the spongy wet head, wiping his juices around it. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes as intense bliss radiated through him. It was almost too much for him to take.
Wyatt stroked him slowly but kept the grip firm, and with every thrust, he hit Dean’s spot. Dean felt his balls pull up as the tingling sensation built in his groin.
“Close,” he cried out when Wyatt suddenly picked up the speed of his strokes. Wyatt let go and grabbed the base of his dick causing Dean to cry out. “No!”
“A little longer,” Wyatt whispered against his skin.
Wyatt’s hand returned, and Dean groaned, his body jerking. Every move Wyatt made ratcheted up his pleasure and the tingling intensified. “Please,” he begged. He was desperate to come.
Wyatt’s thrusts increased along with his hand and Dean cried out, his body jerking uncontrollably as come shot from his dick, coating both him and Wyatt. Sweat ran down his hot skin and he struggled to breathe as his orgasm took over.
He he
ard Wyatt call his name, but it was a distant sound barely heard over the harsh pounding of his heart ringing in his ears. His head fell onto Wyatt’s shoulders and he was barely aware of Wyatt’s hands soothing him.
He opened his eyes when he felt Wyatt move them and he lay on the bed. Wyatt rested his head on Dean’s shoulder and Dean rolled onto his side to kiss Wyatt’s cheek.
“Damn,” he croaked.
“Yeah.”
Dean swallowed and lay still, content to have Wyatt in his arms as they both came down from their orgasmic highs. His hand stroked up and down Wyatt’s arm. He needed to be touching him, keeping contact with his skin.
“I’ve never...” He started and trailed off. He couldn’t find the words to explain what he’d just experienced. Dean had never experienced anything close to what he had when he was with Wyatt. The sex just kept getting better and better.
“Me either.”
“Is it because we’re mates?” The sex was phenomenal, off the chart amazing.
“In part.” Wyatt leaned up on his arm, resting his head on his hand. “We haven’t completed the bond, but I think because we’re spending time together, it’s allowing it to deepen. Once we mate, well, if, it’ll get better.”
Dean somehow managed to hide his wince when Wyatt used the word if. Dean wanted them to mate, he wanted them to complete the bond and have the same connection he saw the other mated couples have. He was jealous of them and what they shared, but he knew their relationship would only move when Wyatt wanted it to and he wasn’t going to rush him before he was ready. That would do more harm than good.
“Well.” Dean smiled at Wyatt, hiding his feelings.”When we do, I’ll need a vacation after.”
Wyatt giggled, then slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening in surprise. “What the fuck was that?”
Dean chuckled and went to answer as Wyatt placed his finger on his lips. Dean grinned, then sucked it in, licking the tip with his tongue. He watched Wyatt’s eyes darken with lust and the red glow which hadn’t entirely disappeared, become stronger.
“Again?” Wyatt asked.
“Yeah. Again.”
❊❊❊
Wyatt followed behind Dean as they drove to Jeremy and Donnie’s home. He’d taken Jeremy’s car the night before, so he had to return it.
When they arrived, Dean pulled to the side, giving Wyatt the space to park, and he waited for Dean to reach him before they walked in. The house smelled heavenly and Wyatt moaned, appreciating the scent. Jeremy was cooking something that would be absolutely delicious. He should have opened a restaurant and not a bakery, but Jeremy loved pastries and Donnie did too.
They were truly a perfect match.
He wasn’t aware he was chuckling until he felt Dean poke him in the ribs. “What?” he asked.
“What’s funny?”
Wyatt grinned. “Just thinking how perfect they are.” He nodded towards the kitchen. “Jeremy likes to cook and Donnie likes to eat.”
Dean nodded, a grin on his face too. “He can certainly cook.”
“Come on, you two. We’re in the kitchen!” Donnie shouted.
Wyatt walked into the kitchen with Dean behind him and both Jeremy and Donnie looked up at them with grins on their faces. Dean must have done something because those grins lessened. Jeremy coughed and turned around back to the oven and Donnie pointed to the chairs.
“Come on, sit down.”
Dean stepped past Wyatt and pulled out a chair, sitting down. Wyatt glanced at Donnie and said, “I’m heading upstairs. I’ll be down in a minute.”
He quickly left the room and jogged up the stairs to his bedroom. Once he was inside, he slid down the wall next to the door and listened in. He wanted to know what Dean had done to make their smiles fade.
“No, he hasn’t.”
“But you two...”
“Yeah, we did, but we didn’t mate. It has to be at Wyatt’s pace. I don’t want to rush him.”
“Are you okay with that?” Jeremy asked.
“I don’t know.” Wyatt could hear how sad Dean was, and he bit his lip, staring at the carpet.
“Like you said, go at his pace. Small steps, Dean.”
“I know, D, and thanks. I hoped when he turned up last night that he was ready, but we haven’t really spent a great deal of time together, so I shouldn’t rush him.”
“But you want to?”
“Yeah, D, I do. I want what you all have... I need to give him more time. I know that he’s been through so much and he needs to trust me first. He’s seen me here and I’ve been to the shop a few times, but I have kept my distance.”
“It’s a huge adjustment,” Jeremy said. “He was a prisoner for months and then the person who rescues him turns out to be his mate. Sounds a little familiar.”
“Yeah, babe.”
“What sounds familiar?” Dean asked.
“There were heavy rains, and I was caught up in the resulting flood. Donnie saved me.”
“Oh, saved by your mate, what were the chances of that?”
Wyatt tuned them out. He hadn’t realized how deeply his decision not to mate Dean had affected him. He was only seeing it from his own point of view. He hadn’t even tried to see it from Dean’s. His decision was affecting him too, probably hurting him, but Dean was right. They didn’t really know each other because Wyatt had been avoiding him whenever he could.
Wyatt thumped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, sighing deeply. What should he do? He honestly didn’t know. He felt things for Dean, felt emotions he hadn’t felt for anyone before, but he was scared. Like really fucking scared. He’d just been freed from one prison, so how did he know this wouldn’t turn out to be another?
Wyatt snorted. “Stupid,” he muttered at his own thoughts.
He’d seen enough mated couples to know that they truly loved each other and would do whatever they could to help the other. He’d seen it all the time with Jeremy and Donnie. How much they helped each other, how they gravitated to the other when they were close, how they gave each other small touches.
The love and support were evident on all the mated couples he’d spent time with recently, and from what he knew of Dean, and what he’d been told, he believed, deep down, their relationship would be the same.
So why was he holding him back? He knew the answer to that question. His past, his parents and how they’d treated him. What he knew about the Tierney Corporation. How did he know that Dean wouldn’t at some point in the future do the same to him? Cast him aside like trash. Refuse to see him or speak to him again.
His eyes itched and burned as he inhaled shakily, blinking as the tears fell. He let them trail down his cheek before scrubbing them away. He’d cried enough to last him a hundred lifetimes, and he wasn’t going to start again.
He had a future, he had a mate, and he had to find the strength and courage to grab it with both hands. Fight for what was his. He shouldn’t miss out on a single day of happiness because of what his parents had done to him.
Jumping up, he grabbed his bag from under the bed and pulled out a sheet of paper. Paper he’d kept with him for years. He rushed downstairs and into the kitchen to find that Dean had left. He looked at Jeremy and Donnie. “Where is he?”
“He thought you’d gone to bed, so he left. Said he’d call you later,” Jeremy told him, then turned back to the oven.
Wyatt nodded distracted that his mate had left and not said a word. He winced and slumped in the chair at the table. “I’m doing this all wrong,” he muttered brokenly.
“You’re doing it the way that feels best for you. Dean understands.”
Wyatt looked up at Donnie and shook his head. “I don’t know what to do.” He stared down at the table. “I’m... I don’t know.”
He heard the chair scrape next to him and looked up to see Jeremy smiling at him as he sat down. He reached out and patted Wyatt’s hand. “The choice you’re making is difficult. People think it should be an easy one, you’ve f
ound your mate, so you should naturally want to complete the mate bond, but what they forget is that you’re also tying yourself to him. Get to know him first and then decide. It doesn’t have to be done right now.”
Wyatt nodded, but he wasn’t sure he agreed with Jeremy. He missed Dean in a way he’d never missed his parents. It was too quick, but that was how it was when mates found each other.
He needed to sort his head out and soon, but first he needed to be honest. “Here. You need this and don’t ask me any questions about it. Please.”
He dropped the paper on the table and watched Donnie’s eyes widen when they scanned it. “You’re sure?”
“Took it from his office before he threw me out.”
“I need to let the guys know.”
Wyatt nodded. “It’ll help?”
“Yeah, Wyatt. It’ll help.”
Chapter Twelve
“So we have three items to discuss: the blood slaves, the weapons, and the food stores. We want to hit all three at the same time.” Silas looked around the table at everyone gathered.
“Maybe not, Chester,” Dean murmured. “We could take out the food stores by making it look like an accident. That would give us more time to plan.”
“But if they suspect anything then we lose what edge we have,” Chester countered.
“Me and my friends will see to the slaves,” Euan told them. “All we need to worry about here is the food and the weapons. It needs to be a highly orchestrated attack.”
“Wait,” Donnie interrupted. “You need to see this.” He placed a sheet of paper on the table. “Wyatt had it. Took it from his family home before they kicked him out.” Looking at Dean, Donnie said, “I think he wanted to give it you, but you’d left.”
“What is it?”
Donnie grinned. “Tunnels.”
“You can confirm this is legit?” Chester asked.
“No. They’ll have upgraded their security after Carter’s virus,” Hunter said.
“We’ve tried hacking, and it is far better than what they used before, but I might have tweaked with it.” Carter shrugged. “Give us a few days and we’ll be in and then we can search for a tunnel system.”
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