Chapter Sixteen

~ Wright ~

Wright's thoughts were solely back on Xander and the way he was fucking his tongue in and out of his ass. His finger alongside it, he was being stretched open in the best of ways. That short phrase had threatened to bring back a slew of memories, all the times his dad told him he was worthless, not strong enough. But then Xander had flipped him over like it was nothing and had his mouth on him in less time than it took him to take a full breath and the thoughts were gone again. He was here, with Xander. The man he trusted and found hot as fuck. The man that apparently loved to have his tongue on every inch of his body. Not that Wright was complaining. Knowing that Wright could have a man as muscley and hot as Xander throating him gave him a sense of power.

"Xander." The word was a plea on his lips. He tried to buck his hips up, to get away from the probing digits and the warmth of his mouth. He was so close to coming already. "I think I'm more than ready."

"I'll say when you're ready," Xander said. Wright looked down the length of his body. Xander's hand was wrapped around his cock. His very normal sized length, unlike the one that he was gearing up to take. He was sweating with anticipation. "This is payback for that little comment earlier."

"It's not my fault you're a one and done man in your old age." Wright said. He squealed and twisted his hips when Xander pushed three fingers into him. He was edging him. Something that Wright loved to read about but fuck it was annoyingly good in person. He was more than ready for Xander's cock, but he wasn't going to get it if he kept up. He couldn't help it though. He was in a good mood and Xander was surprisingly playful in bed. Wright loved the easiness of it all.

He'd been worried all week about how this therapy appointment would go. He'd talked to Paxton about it some more yesterday, just talking about if it was a good idea or not. She reminded him that if he wanted to do more than grounds work, he'd have to at least be comfortable around the ropes. It was hard, touching it willingly, but he'd done it and he'd been proud of himself. The way Xander smiled and looked at him gave him the extra boost of confidence he needed. So, he could take a little more edging if it meant they continued this playful back and forth.

"You just wait, baby." Xander removed his fingers and swiped them on the side of the bed. He moved himself back to his original position against the pillows. Wright sat up but didn't move toward him right away. He was waiting. He loved the dynamic of being bossed around. It was hot and had his cock leaking and threatening to end this way too early. "Look who is on the edge now."

"Shut up." Wright moved quickly to straddle his hips again when he held out his hand. He lifted up while Xander slipped the condom on behind him and then guided Wright to sit back a little. "Finally."

Xander swatted his ass playfully. Wright let out a long moan as the pain of his hand turned to prickles of pleasure. "Did you like that?"

"I'm not telling you," Wright said. He lowered himself onto Xander's dick and let out a moan for a whole other reason. "Oh fuck!"

It took him only a minute before he was fully seated, his ass to Xander's groin. He was so full. He placed his hand on his abdomen, sure he could feel Xander rearranging his insides already and he hadn't even moved.

"Do you want to move or me?" Xander asked. Wright looked at him and placed his palms flat on his chest again, hoping it was answer enough for the man currently balls deep inside him. The first thrust came hard and he cried out, pleasure ripping through his body.

"Oh shiiiiit!" Wright had no control over the noises coming from his mouth as Xander showed him just how strong his legs were. His thighs were magic. He was pumping in and out of him fast, hitting his prostate again and again. Wright was taking it, feeling that bubble of pleasure growing until it threatened to burst.

"Come on, Wright." Xander grunted the words. "Fuck, baby. I need you to come for me. I want to see you come untouched."

Wright didn't think about that. This entire time, he'd not once touched himself. He looked down Xander's chest, watched as his own cock bobbed with each thrust of Xander's hips. Drops of cum were already across Xander's stomach. He ran his fingers through the hair on his chest and tossed his head back. Xander's hands were on his hips, guiding him up and down, matching his thrusts. Wright was completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.

"Fuuuuuck," Wright moaned the curse as his body tensed and then let go. Ropes of cum made a mess everywhere, the motion of Xander's hips still bouncing his entire body up and down. The first spurt hit Xander's chest, the second Wright's arm, the third hit his own stomach. It was messy and hot. Xander sped up, grunting and cursing all the same. He pushed Wright's hips down as his hips bucked up, burying himself as far as he could inside his ass. It was glorious. Amazing. The best and hottest thing Wright had ever experienced. "Oh, oh. Fuck, Wright. Goddamn, baby."

Wright's arms gave out and he had one remaining brain cell that told him to drop down to Xander's side instead of on his chest. They were both breathing heavily. Both of them took a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, to regain their composure. When he could form even a single word in his head again, he rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. His ass was absolutely sore but he welcomed it.

"That was epic," Wright said with a wide smile. His cheeks hurt from it. "Oh my god, your legs are the best thing to ever be formed on this planet."

"Epic?" Xander asked. He didn't move anything but his face to look at Wright. He, however, took the opportunity to ogle. His eyes were glowing. Wright knew Xander usually shaved his beard on Thursday, but he'd skipped yesterday and it was growing nicely. His eyes trailed down to his chest, where Wright's cum was starting to dry. It was messy, clumped in his hair, a bit of it covering his nipple. Wright reached up and swiped it away. Xander shuddered but grabbed his wrist and guided his finger to his lips. Wright's mouth dropped open as he watched Xander suck it off of his fingers. His dick twitched with renewed interest already. "Epic," Xander whispered sarcastically.

Wright rolled his eyes but leaned in to kiss him. It was slow and deep, exactly what he needed and wanted rolled into one. He loved it, loved everything about the moment. They were interrupted with Wright's phone pinging. "Oh shit. How long have we been in here?"

"I don't know," Xander said. They both got up and Wright reached for his phone on the bedside table. It was almost six.

"We have, like, two minutes to get to the house for supper. That was Paxton texting."

"We could just skip and I'll make us something," Xander offered. Wright would take him up on that if Tracy hadn't told him they were having her famous mashed potatoes and corn on the cob tonight. The way she cooked homemade potatoes was literally a gift. "You want Tracy's food, don't you?"

"I appreciate the offer," Wright said as he pulled his pants up. He eyed his arm, where the cum was dried now. He looked over at Xander, who just smirked and turned to walk into the bathroom. Wright followed him and they cleaned their skin before finding new shirts and heading out to the rest of the family. They shared a bashful look before Xander opened the door and the usual chatter and clinking of dishes welcomed them.

Wright was on his second helping of mashed potatoes when Paxton said his name excitedly out of the blue. He raised his eyebrows and froze with the fork in his mouth. Xander laughed beside him and Wright nudged him when he relaxed again.

"Sorry," Paxton said. "I didn't mean to startle you. I was just going to say, William and Clark are planning on dragging Brett and Wylon out for a club night next weekend. Would you want to join? Please say yes so I can join them too and not be the odd one out."

"Oh." Wright swallowed the potatoes, sighing inwardly at the perfect ratio of spices and butter. And by perfect, he meant a shit load of butter. He could only dream of cooking as well as Tracy. "Um, I don't know."

"You should do it," Xander cut in. Wright looked over at him and tilted his head slightly in confusion. He was really quick to say that. Was he getting tired of Wright already?

"Why?" Wright asked. He tightened his grip on his fork and tried to keep his tone even. He tried to settle his thoughts before they could run wild.

"Because, gorgeous." Xander brushed his hair off the side of his face with his knuckles. "You're going to be twenty in a couple weeks and you've never had the chance to actually be a teenager, have you? Go out. Have fun. Dance with friends."

Wright's first instinct was to say he didn't have any friends. He never talked to classmates outside of school, rarely talked to them in school unless he had to for a project or something. But he realized that that wasn't the truth anymore. He and Paxton could talk for hours if they had the time. He'd met a few of the people that were living in the houses and they got along. The two moms were older than him by at least six years, but there was another living in one of the single room homes. He was trans, running from home, but making a name for himself in the social media world. He was funny and planned on moving out at the end of the month and moving to New York to live with a cousin that he didn't know he had until recently. Then there was William and Clark, even Brett and Wylon. He'd only met Wylon twice, but Brett stopped by a couple times a week just to check on everything or give Patrick some paperwork. They would catch up, look at pictures and videos of baby Paul, and then Brett would ask him how he was doing. He understood having an abusive parent. He'd gone no contact with his family and where Wright didn't miss his dad, Brett missed his sister and mother. William got his number and texted him periodically. Sometimes he'd just send him gifs, ask how he was, see if he needed anything. He was really a great guy.

"You have to come," Paxton nearly whined. "I don't want to be the odd one out with two couples. They'll probably end up sharing stories about being responsible and stuff. Plus, they can drink and I can't. Please, please go with me."

"You deserve to have some fun, Wright." Tracy smiled and nodded at him. "You've been working hard. You both can have the weekend off and just have fun."

"Are you sure?" Wright looked around the table. First at Patrick, who nodded. Tracy smiled. Paxton was on her phone texting someone, probably William. Victor was concentrating on a book he was reading. He loved that Tracy and Patrick didn't control their kids to sit at the table and force them to talk or anything. They typically joined into the conversation when they could. Victor would quip with a funny story or comment here and there, but mostly he seemed to prefer to just watch the others or read. Wright could understand that to an extent, the people watching. He looked to Xander last.

"Yes," Xander said. "Wright, I don't own you. You can do whatever you want with or without my, or any of ours, permission. You are an adult. Have fun. Just stay safe."

"We should invite some friends over that night," Patrick said. "Sans the family and kids. I'm thinking a bon fire in the field and a few beers."

Wright focused on his food. He'd seen Patrick have a few beers in the evening before, when they would spend some time on the porch after supper. He hadn't seen Xander drink, but that didn't mean he wouldn't or doesn't. Maybe he just didn't drink as much as Patrick. But the way Xander laughed and they started talking about past hangouts with their friends told him that he did enjoy drinking. Wright wasn't sure if he'd be comfortable around Xander if he was drunk.

They finished up supper and Xander and Wright offered to wash dishes since they came in late. Wright dried and stacked the dishes neatly while Xander, Tracy, and Paxton all continued their stories. Paxton was sitting on the counter and Tracy sat at the island. It was totally domestic and normal and Wright wished desperately his brain would stop ruining the moment. He tried to join in, laughing when seemed appropriate, but his mind was overfocused on his experiences with someone drinking.

By the time they made it back to their home and stripped down for bed, he knew Xander could tell something was wrong but he wasn't pushing it. Xander had to get up to help with the horses tomorrow and make a round for the cattle but that was it. They had most of the day to relax. It was a rare Saturday. Maybe they could work on another rope thing.

"Okay," Xander said once his arm was securely around Wright. He was cuddled up against Xander's side. Both of them were only wearing briefs. Wright was on his right side, his leg bent up against Xander's thigh and his hand brushing over the hair on his chest and stomach. The lingering traces of his deodorant was noticeable only because Wright was laying with his head on his shoulder. "What's up, baby? You've been quiet since supper. Do you not want to go next weekend?"

"It's not that," Wright said quietly. He tilted his head back to look at Xander. The angle was a bit odd, but he could see his face clearly enough. He tried to smile, but it didn't feel real. "I'd like to go. I don't know if I'll fit in there or enjoy it, but you made a good point. I've never been able to act my age and go out and have fun. I think it would be a good experience at least."

"Then what is it?"

Wright swallowed, trying to word his fears in his head before saying them. "Do you promise not to get mad at me if I tell you what's bothering me?"

Xander shifted to his side, holding Wright's hands between their bodies. His eyes were full of concern and Wright really didn't want to have this conversation. The thing Xander said earlier, about not owning him, came to mind. He didn't want Xander to think he needed to change who he was just because Wright was still messed up from his upbringing.

"Of course not, gorgeous. Talk to me."

"I don't like the idea of you drinking. Getting drunk." Wright said. He stared at Xander's chest, unable to look at his eyes. He shifted his legs, his knee brushing against Xander's thigh. He played with Xander's fingers, shifting uncomfortably. "It's like you said, you don't own me and I don't own you. But- I don't know. I just don't like thinking about coming back to you and seeing you drunk. I don't think I'm ready for that."

Xander leaned forward and kissed Wright's forehead. He wasn't expecting that. He closed his eyes for a moment before Xander pulled back and started talking. "First off, I don't want you to ever feel like you can't tell me something because you're scared I'm going to react badly. I understand where you're coming from, Wright, and I get it. I don't know if you've noticed, but I haven't actually had a drink since we met. With everything you told me, I figured being around someone that was drinking probably wouldn't be good. Second, I might have one or two, but I'm not a big drinker. I don't like having a hangover the next day so I don't drink to get drunk. I spent my twenties doing that and I've gotten it out of my system. Finally, and you can ask Patrick and Tracy about this, but I'm a very, very loving guy when I get a good buzz. Super affectionate and cuddlier than usual.

"If we do have friends over, I might have one or two drinks with them. But that doesn't mean I'm going to totally forget about you and ignore your healing progress. I'll sleep in the guest room or something if you want me to. Or I'm sure Paxton would love to get y'all a hotel room for the night."

"I appreciate it," Wright said. "But I don't want to spend a whole night away from you. I might make you shower if you smell like alcohol, but I don't want this to be a relationship built around you tip toeing around me until I'm no longer messed up. I want you to have fun too."

"Believe me, baby, I'm having all the fun I need." Xander smiled and Wright let out a long breath. He'd been going over in his head all the ways that conversation was going to go. Most of them involved Xander actually getting mad at him and accusing him of trying to control him. "And I'm proud of you for talking about it. You may not see it, Wright, but you are getting better. When you first got here, you barely spoke and kept to yourself those first few days. Now, I have to fight you and Paxton when you gang up on me."

Xander moved closer, pressing their bodies together. He shifted down, leveling his lips against Wright's ear. His hand traveled down Wright's body, squeezing him in all the right places to make Wright consider trying for another round before they go to sleep. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you're going to have a long night fighting off all those guys that want to dance with you. Just promise that at the end of the night when you've had your fun, I'm the one you come home to."

Wright shivered at the growly nature of his voice. It was like his deep morning voice, but intentional so that southern accent was heavier. The way he said ‘home' though. Wright was immediately on board with that.

"I'll always come home to you as long as you want me."