Chapter Eighteen

~ Wright ~

"Idon't know if I can do this," Wright said as he stood in Paxton's room. William was with them. Clark, Brett, and Wylon were all downstairs waiting for them. He looked at himself in the mirror again. He nearly didn't recognize his reflection.

"You look great," William said. He was wearing a tank top with a backwards cap and black jeans. He looked every bit the city boy he was and even though he was almost twenty-six, he looked like a typical frat guy in college. Paxton was wearing a pair of shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt. It made her skin look darker, her tan more prominent. She was wearing a pair of rainbow slip loafers. They looked awesome. William had brought some more clothes over for Wright to try on, knowing that he didn't have anything more than sweats, jeans, and tees. He claimed they were his but the way they fit perfectly and looked brand new made him question it.

Paxton and William had taken it upon themselves to sort through the outfits and put something together. He was wearing a pair of jeans that flared a bit at the bottom. They felt like a size too big, but William said they were supposed to be like that and held them up with a black belt. The shirt was mesh, something that Wright never in a hundred years thought he would ever wear. It was black and when he put it on, it didn't cover his entire stomach and he could see his nipples through it. He tugged on the shirt once more.

"Stop messing with it," Paxton said. "You look hot. And in a sentence I never thought I would ever have to say, my uncle is going to be tearing your clothes off later."

"If he even lets me leave in this," Wright said jokingly. He lifted his hand to mess with his hair, but William slapped it away. Not hard, but enough to get Wright to stop fidgeting. He'd already put some type of product in his hair.

"He doesn't get a say in how you look tonight," William said. "If it makes you uncomfortable we can go for another outfit, but honestly Wright, this outfit was made for your body type. You're going to have fun tonight. You'll be surrounded by all of us and safe. Let yourself try this out and if it ends up not being your thing, we'll know for next time. You can bring a spare outfit in the car."

"You've never been able to act your age," Paxton added. Wright continued to look at himself in the mirror but he was listening to their words. He promised himself, and Xander, that he would do his best to have fun tonight. Everything from going out to just standing here talking about outfits was a new experience for him. He wanted to embrace it all. At least for a night. Then he could come back and enjoy his new little life with Xander. He could do this. "Let go and have fun."

Wright took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror. They were an odd combination for a group. He knew that Clark and Wylon were wearing jeans and regular shirts. Brett was going a little more risqué with a white blouse mostly unbuttoned and a pair of burgundy pants that showed off everything he had. At least he wouldn't be the only one showing off skin, though his pale color was nothing compared to Brett's smooth, brown skin.

They walked downstairs and out the front door. Everyone was outside, milling around. It had been raining most of the day but finally cleared out in the last two hours. It was humid. They'd all had supper together- food that Clark and William brought over so Tracy could have a break from cooking. She grumbled a bit that she loved cooking but ultimately let ‘the boys' bring something.

"Ho-ly shit." Those words had everyone's attention turning to the three of them. Wright felt like they were all staring at him. It wasn't just their group here tonight; faces that he hadn't seen before and some he vaguely remembered from July Fourth were sitting or standing around as well. His eyes searched the people until they landed on Xander. He was sitting on the porch swing.

"Damn, Wright." That was Wylon's voice. It was deeper than any of the other guys' but not as much as Patrick or Xander's.

"Um." Wright swallowed and fought the urge to brush his hair back from his forehead. "Do you like it?"

"I know the question was directed at someone in particular in this crowd," Brett spoke up. "But I can see why Xander here is so obsessed."

"I am not obsessed," Xander grumbled. He stood up and walked the few steps across the porch to where Wright was still standing by the door. Wright noted a few confused glances sent toward Xander. They didn't tell anyone last time but Wright's brain immediately went to Xander keeping him a secret. Was he okay with his friends knowing he was dating someone so much younger than him? Paxton and William had both walked down the steps already. "You look… Wow."

"It's not too much?" Wright asked. He looked up at Xander, genuinely wanting his opinion. He knew that ultimately it was his own decision and he kind of liked it, hoped he would get more comfortable the longer he wore it. He definitely preferred his sweats or a hoodie, but at a night out every now and then he could see himself getting dressed up like this.

"Do I want you to go to a club full of strangers looking like that? No." Xander leaned down so his lips brushed Wright's ear. "But do I want you to come back so I can admire it in private? Fuck yes, baby." Xander wrapped an arm around him and for the first time since they started.. dating? Were they dating? That was a question for another night. For the first time since they got together, Xander kissed him in front of everyone. It was more than a peck. His tongue slipped past his lips and Wright could taste the sugar from the sweet tea on his lips.

An eruption of cheers and applause sounded around them and Wright couldn't help but laugh into the kiss. They'd been touchy around the family and he'd discussed a few details with Paxton, but this was the most PDA they'd shown outside of the guest house. He hoped no one ever saw that part of their lives together.

"I would say get a room," William called out. "But we need to get going before the clubs start filling up. Let the guy go, Xander, and enjoy your boring night. We'll send pictures!"

"Be careful, okay? And text me if you need anything. I can be there in twenty minutes."

"The club is like forty minutes away," Wright pointed out.

"Yeah, but if you need me, speed limits will only be a suggestion." Xander kissed his forehead once more and then stepped back so Wright could head down the steps and to Clark and William's car. They were all riding together tonight. The car was spacious, with two rows of seats behind the driver and passenger. Wright and Paxton took the back, Brett and Wylon in the middle. Wylon had a burgundy shirt on that he realized too late matched Brett's pants. William and Clark weren't coordinated, but Wright noted how they held hands over the console most of the way into the city. There was no denying for anyone that they were together, even without the matching gold bands.

"Are you excited?" Paxton asked while Clark tried to find a parking space. The streets were lined with cars, people were walking around, some disappearing into buildings, others standing in lines on the sidewalks. They were in a part of the city that he never went so he wasn't too sure if they considered this busy or not. It was definitely more people than Wright had ever seen before. The nasty weather most of the day didn't seem to deter people from having fun tonight.

"I'm a nervous excited," Wright admitted. "I'm still feeling like I should be back at the house helping with something."

"This night is for all of us," Wylon said, turning around in the seat to look at Wright. "But especially for you. You're young. You deserve to have some fun, Wright. And we're all here to make sure you do. Now, Xander told us you don't know how to dance."

"Oh, grab that spot babe." William cut off Wright's response and then turned in his seat to face the rest of them. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. Wright, we are so going to teach you how to dance tonight."

They parked and filed out of the car. There was a line out the door and it took about a half hour for them to get in. Wright showed his ID and he and Paxton got stamps on their hands to indicate they weren't drinking tonight. Walking inside was an overwhelming experience and he was grateful for Paxton taking his hand.

Lucky Parts was crowded. The building went back further than it was wide, it seemed. The main floor was sunken down a few steps, a stage on the opposite wall of the entrance. There was a balcony that wrapped around the entire space, where even more people were dancing or leaning over the railing, watching. The bar was to the left, barely any spots open to get in and order a drink. The décor was a mix of pride flags and classic car parts. Two things that didn't seem like they would go together, but somehow the color scheme in the club made it work. The tables they passed were black and chrome, there were car logos hung on the walls, surrounded by a rainbow of colors. The music was loud and Wright had to lean in to hear Clark talking to their group.

"We're going to walk a lap and see if we can score a table," Clark said. "Follow us and stay close, okay? Once we get something, we'll take turns heading to the bar for drinks."

Wright nodded and followed William. Clark was tall enough that he led their group and people moved out of the way for him. Wright was third in their procession, Wylon and Brett brought up the rear. He tried to watch where he was going, but also wanted to see the people around them. There were a lot of guys that were shirtless. Some looked around his age, others looked older. But he didn't see anyone that looked like Xander. None of them did anything for him. He had eyes, of course, but that was as far as it went. He did realize that while he thought he was revealing a lot just an hour ago, he was dressed rather conservatively compared to some people. He turned to look behind him at Paxton. There were plenty of other representation other than just gay men. They passed one guy, taller than him, but with the same slight build, that was wearing reflective booty shorts to show off his legs and ass, with a white sheer crop top. He had lines of neon paint on his arms and up his neck. A full face of makeup too. He looked like he was having a blast. Wright wanted to experience that. Maybe not the clothing, but the being himself and having fun. Next to him was a group of girls that were wearing a mix of orange, pink, and white.

It took ten minutes of weaving through the crowds to find a place they could claim. A group of people offered it to them, claiming they were leaving. Wylon and Clark decided to get everyone's orders and make their way back to the bar. They were sitting on a black, leather couch with a table in front of them. William and Brett were sitting to Wright's right and Paxton to his left. He pulled out his phone to text Xander that they made it.

"Send a pic," Paxton said. "Come on. William, will you take one of us, please?"

Wright handed his phone over, the camera already open. Paxton held his hand and he stood up, standing awkwardly. Paxton laughed, so did William and Brett. She adjusted his limbs, having him put one over her shoulder. "It'll show off more of your tummy," she whispered. "I'm sure it'll drive him crazy."

"It should concern me how much you are actually right about what your uncle likes," Wright said. Xander one hundred percent did love his stomach. Loved it so much, the jeans barely hid the hickey right above his groin that he'd given him earlier that morning.

"I don't need to know if I'm right or not," Paxton groaned. They laughed together and William declared he had the shot. Several actually, when Wright looked back at them. He had to admit that he did look good. Unrecognizable. Happy.

"Send it to me too, please."

"I know we're here to have fun but while we're waiting for our drinks, can we talk shop for a second?" Brett asked. "I heard back from that ranch up north. They said they'd be interested in talking to us about extending Found Family Ranch. They're offering to front enough to build two houses to start."

"Are you serious?" William's eyes were the size of plates. Even in the dim, strobe lighting Wright could see the whites of his eyes. His phone buzzed with an incoming text and Wright tuned out their conversation to read Xander's reply.

I'm in love with a total hottie.

Wright stared at the screen and smiled. They'd said the words only once to each other that morning, but seeing it typed out… Butterflies were going rampage through his body at the words. Xander loved him. He was in love with Xander.

"Hold on!" Brett's hand snatched his phone and tilted it toward William. "When did this happen? We thought you were just getting close."

"What's going on?" Wylon asked just as Wright reached for his phone. He had a tray of drinks balancing in his hands. Brett held his phone out of arm's length, which resulted in Wright practically in his lap to get it. Almost in William's lap too. They were both laughing.

"Xander and Wright sitting in a tree," William started singing. "I-N L-O-V-E."

"That's not how the song goes," Clark said as he set drinks down on the table. Wright finally got his phone back and sent a few hearts before clicking his phone off and sticking it back in his front pocket. Wylon took Brett's hand and took his seat before pulling him down to his lap. Wylon was stock, clearly strong. But Brett had the height and broad shoulders on him. It was amusing to see the larger man on Wylon's lap, but they looked like it was a normal occurrence. "But really? That's awesome, Wright. We give Xander shit a lot, but he's a great guy. I'm sure those muscles come in handy."

"Okay, let's not forget that that is my uncle! I might joke about him, but I don't want the details of what they do together." Paxton took her drink, something clear and bubbly. Wright had ordered a mocktail, fruity. He was trying hard not to think about the others drinking. They didn't know as much about his past as Xander, Patrick, and Tracy. William knew the most out of them and he'd already made sure that Wright needed to tell him if he needed a break.

They all settled down and Wright sipped his drink while they talked. Paxton pulled her phone out once more and texted someone. She was supposed to meet up with a friend or someone tonight. Wright tried to listen to the others, but the music was loud and the lights were too dim for him to attempt to read lips. He decided to people watch instead.

There were all sorts of people around them. Girls, guys, theys. Two women near them were dancing close, barely any clothes separating them. He was almost positive they were wearing some type of pleather. Another group was standing just on the edge of the dance floor. It was like the scene Wright described to Xander earlier; two larger men with a smaller guy between them. Instead of kissing each other, though, the guys were giving all of their attention to the one in the middle. One had his lips on his and the other seemed to be kissing his neck, all while they grinded against each other.

"Wanna go dance?" Wylon asked, pulling him out of his stare. His cheeks heated, wondering if he realized that he was staring instead of just idly watching. He took another sip of his drink before answering.

"I'm good to do whatever," Wright said. "I don't want to embarrass y'all out there."

"Nonsense," William said. "You can dance with me and Clark. We're pretty much pros at this point."

"Do I need to tell him the story of the time you literally tripped over my feet and took out another couple on your way down? You hadn't even had a drink yet then." Brett laughed telling the story. William shoved his shoulder but joined the laughter. Wright smiled at the interaction. He liked the guys, although they were a little older. He stood, promising himself that he would give this a fighting chance. He'd have fun tonight. And then he'd go home to the man he loved and maybe get fucked to sleep. Or something like that. He took a shallow breath and tried to block out the smell of alcohol on the dance floor.

The music was playing something hip-hop. The perks of growing up not watching TV, he knew a lot of the songs playing. At least he could sing along and knew the tempos. He started out dancing with Paxton, but soon she had someone take her attention. Before he could feel awkward as a fifth wheel to the rest of the group, an arm snaked around his waist and he looked back to see Clark behind him.

"Having fun?" he asked, bending down to talk to him so he could hear over the music. The dance floor was crowded, the temperature high enough from body heat alone to make him start sweating. His shoe was sticking to the floor in one spot. Wright nodded and continued to sway his hips with the music. Wylon and Brett were nearing an NSFW type of dancing. They looked like they were having fun. Something he was sure they needed due to having a baby at home. Wylon's mom was watching him this weekend. Wright had mostly been swaying back and forth, not really moving his feet. "Just go with it. Trust me, there is no way you can embarrass yourself here. People are cool."

Wright turned in Clark's hold and looked up at him. Clark's other hand rested on his hip and he let him lead him for a few seconds. The song was an older one by Kesha and had a decent beat to it. Clark smiled when he started moving a little more, still feeling a bit awkward dancing with him. But then he looked around and realized that no one was watching him. Everyone was in their own little worlds, dancing with the people they came with or they had already met.

"Get it, Wright!" William's voice was beside him on his other side. He looked to see William and Wylon sandwiching Brett in the middle. William kept a few inches between him and his best friend, but Wylon had him pressed close. The way they were watching each other while they danced was a familiar sight. It was the same way Xander looked at him most days. "Move your feet some more. Feel free to put your hands on my husband. It's hot watching him dance with someone else."

"He's totally lying," Clark said. "He gets extremely jealous when someone we don't know tries to dance with us."

"But we do know Wright. And we love Wright. So it's cool. Dance on, my friends!" William adjusted the hat on his head as the song switched to something newer. Wright didn't immediately recognize it but it was a faster pace and there was excited shouting around the club for it. The energy picked up and Wright did as William said.

"You wouldn't believe that two years ago William was the shy one," Clark said only loud enough for Wright to hear. "We've totally corrupted him and you're next, I guess."

He had fun after that. So much, in fact, that he didn't pay attention to the hours slipping away. They took several breaks for water or more drinks. Wright danced with all of them. At one point, they crowded in a circle around Wright and they danced in an awkward six-way. Paxton danced with both guys and girls until her friend showed up. Wright had seen her around the ranch before, but never really spoke to her. She seemed nice enough. Wylon made sure she had her location turned on and shared with each of them before they let her wander off. She wasn't allowed to leave the building and no drinking. She needed to check in every fifteen minutes or they were pulling the plug on her being there and calling her dad. That threat alone did the trick, not that Paxton was a deceitful person. Paxton rolled her eyes at their rules, but Wright liked that they were taking her safety seriously. It helped ease more of the anxiety low in his gut.

He was surprised to see it was already past midnight when they found a new place to sit down. It was up on the balcony, in a corner where you couldn't see much of the dance floor. He sunk down into the seat and groaned. His feet were killing him and he was sweaty. Clark had already taken his shirt off. William ditched the hat. Brett unbuttoned his shirt fully. Wright was grateful for the mesh so he didn't have to take his off to stay cool enough.

"So, how is your first experience so far?" William asked. It was just the two of them right now. The other three had gone down to both check on Paxton and get a last round of drinks. They wanted to walk down the street a bit to cool off, grab some late night food to sober up, and then head back to the ranch. They were going to drop Brett and Wylon off and then Clark and William were crashing in the guest room at the ranch. Paxton had offered to drive back since she hadn't drunk. Wright didn't feel comfortable enough to do that. Xander had taken him only a handful of times to get him used to driving. He wasn't quite ready to drive on a main road with other civilians around.

"I'm glad I did this," Wright said honestly. "I've had a lot of fun. Thank you."

"No problem," William said. He rested a hand on Wright's leg. Him and Clark both, he noticed, were touchy people. It wasn't ever anything inappropriate or suggestive but comforting. "We needed a night out. It's been all work since we got back from the honeymoon. I love Texas and my job, but I miss when the most I had to do was walk the fifty feet from my bed to the beach each morning. We had a private beach area and I'm pretty sure I went a solid four days without ever putting so much as a sock on. There was sand in every part of my body."

Wright laughed at that. He had the tendency to just stay naked when they were in the guest house too, so he understood the joys of a clothes-less lifestyle. "I never did apologize for that. For kind of ruining your wedding."

"You didn't ruin anything," William said quickly and sternly. He seemed to sober up on the spot and sat up straighter. Wright mimicked his position. William leaned closer to him to continue talking so he didn't have to nearly shout to be heard. "I don't like how it came about, but I'm glad you showed up. We were worried about you when we saw Xander kneeling next to you after the truck sped away, but this is what we do. We help those that need it. We still don't know how your dad thought we were a camp or anything, but it was the best mistake he ever made. You're part of this family, Wright. You know that, right? Right, Wright?" William laughed at his own joke. Wright rolled his eyes. He was relaxed, learning more that alcohol didn't equal pain. For Xander, it was cuddles. Apparently for William, it was funny sayings. "You have people rooting for you that you don't even realize."

Wright wasn't sure what he meant by that, but the guys came back with drinks and Paxton. She was smiling and her hair looked mussed. "Found this one pinned against a wall."

"And he promptly unpinned me," Paxton added with a grumble. But she was still smiling. "Ran some clitorference."

"Some what?" All of them asked in near unison. They all looked at each other and then back to Paxton who was now doubled over laughing.

"Oh my god! That was the best moment of my life. You all were just the definition of gay friends."

"Pansexual representing, here, thank you!" Wylon shouted back. "But please, explain what you just said."

"It's the female version of a cock block, idiots."

"You are so not having sex on my watch," William said, suddenly serious. "Your dad would kill me. Then feed me to the bulls or something."

"They act like we're virgins," Paxton said, looking at Wright. He felt bad for her. Not in a literal sense, but in a ‘we're younger but not innocent' way. Granted, Wright was younger and innocent two months ago but he didn't say that out loud. "I've probably had more experiences than all of you before you settled down."

"Who says our experiences stopped after we got married?" Brett asked.

"Ah, yes. Fuck, Elijah was a wonderful weekend getaway addition."

"He really was," Brett said. "The way that you two worked together and did that thing with your tongues-"

"Okay, okay!" William cut in. They whole group laughed. "How about we get our stuff and head back outside and get some food. Paxton, you didn't sneak any drinks tonight did you?"

"No, I'm good to drive still." Paxton stood and Clark handed his keys over easily. Wright let Paxton loop her arm through his and this time, they led the way through the crowd to get outside. The night air was cooler, but not by much. There were a lot less people around. Some businesses looked like they were already closed for the night. A couple of food trucks were parked along the sidewalks, lines at just about every single one. Wright's stomach growled at the mix of food smells in the air.

"I need food and soon," Wright announced. He had brought enough money to pay the cover charge, a few drinks, and some food. He'd wanted to give Clark some money for gas, but Xander told him not to worry about it. Clark wouldn't take it anyway.

"Do we want to wait in line or just go through a drive-thru on the way to drop Brett and Wylon off?"

"I want ice cream," Clark nearly whined. "I need something to cool me off."

"I can cool you off later, babe." They all laughed at William's words, but Clark reiterated that he wanted ‘ice cream, not your cream'. That got an immediate groan and Clark laughed, drawing attention to their group as they made their way down the street to the car. Wright was hungry and knew he should eat, but he was also tired. He rested his head against the cool glass when he got in the car. It was like the sounds and sights around him had fueled his body. Sitting in the much quieter car, he was crashing fast.

Clark was sitting up front with Paxton. Brett and Wylon laid down in the backseat together. It was a little comical seeing them smush into the small space together. "I'm going to use you as a pillow, Wright. I hope you're okay with that."

Wright nodded and William shifted himself so he was laying with his head on Wright's lap. Without thinking, Wright started carding his fingers through his hair. William hummed his approval with his eyes closed. "I think we could probably just get everyone home," Wright said. "Half of us are asleep already."

"As long as Clark doesn't fall asleep before telling me where Brett and Wylon live, I'm good to head home. I can make us some snacks when we get there."

Wright pulled his phone out to text Xander. They'd been texting back and forth. Not much, but just enough. Xander and Patrick's friends had long since left. They'd had a few drinks earlier in the night and then caught up on some baseball game. He was happy that everyone seemed to have a good time, but he was ready to get back to Xander.

You still awake? We're leaving now. Be home within two hours. Dropping B and W off first.

William was fast asleep. Small little puffs of air escaped his lips, not quite a snore but a tell-tale sign he wasn't just pretending. His phone vibrated in his hand a minute later.

Still awake. Going to regret this tomorrow. Today? Have to be up to get the animals but want to wait for you to get here. Feels weird in bed without you.

Wright typed slower than he wanted using just one hand. Aww, does my cowboy miss me that much? What about his horse? Does he also miss me?

He wasn't expecting a picture to come through as a response and he nearly smacked William in the head trying to hide his phone. Clark looked back at him and tilted his head. His eyes darted down to the phone clutched to his chest and back up, a smirk on his lips. "First dick pic?"

Wright's cheeks heated with embarrassment. "Maybe."

"Send a picture back of your lap, with William's face. He'll hate it and we'll love it."

Wright did just that. He added a little message, just to rile Xander up. Wish it was your head here instead.

He's already passed out? Tell him I'm calling all of them wimps if I can stay up later than them. Did you have fun tonight, though? It sounds like you did.

I did. I can't wait to see you again though. I can help you with the horses tomorrow morning so it isn't so hard on you.

Xander's face popped up on the screen with an incoming call. It was a picture he'd taken one evening while they were sitting on the porch together. Wright didn't want to wake any of the guys, but Clark and Paxton were talking lowly as she drove. He kept his voice to a whisper. "Hey."

"Hey yourself," Xander said. Wright closed his eyes, loving the husky growl to his voice when he was this tired. He sounded like he was fighting sleep and losing. "You don't have to help me in the morning, baby. I'll have to walk them out of the stalls and the farrier is coming tomorrow so there will be ropes involved. You can just sleep in tomorrow."

"No, it's okay. I think it'll be fine. I need to be around it." Wright pinched a small section of William's hair between his fingers as he whisper-spoke. "I want to help too."

"If you're sure," Xander said. "I don't want you to push yourself though."

"I'll be okay. I'll be with you and I do really want to keep getting better. I won't push it too far, I promise. But tonight showed me that I've been kept from a whole world that I'm excited to experience. Working with the horses is another part of that."

"You are so amazing," Xander said. His voice sounded a little bit breathier. "You know that, right?" There was a distinct moan that came through the phone and Wright's eyes widened.

"Are you?" Xander chuckled and then let out a long, deep groan that was going to make it very awkward for William if Wright listened any longer. In a panic, he ended the call and pulled their texts back up.

I cannot listen to you get yourself off right now!!!! There is literally another man lying in my lap. I don't think he would much like MY cock being the one in his face tonight.

Xander sent back a string of emojis and then a voice memo that Wright definitely did not listen to. They pulled up to Wylon and Brett's place a few minutes later and William was all too happy to wake up and then proceed to lay on them to wake both up at once. There was grumbling and laughing mixed together until they said their goodbyes and Paxton started driving again. This time, Wright was sitting up front and Clark and William were doing who-knows-what in their own car. They'd chosen the backseat, furthest away from them.

Wright kept Paxton entertained with a recount of what she missed while she was away getting her faced sucked off. Her words. It wasn't much, but she looked just as tired as the rest of them and the last thing they needed was her falling asleep at the wheel. She'd taken a nap earlier in preparation for tonight though, something Wright wished he'd done too. But given the chance of sex with Xander or sleep, the choice was obvious. They talked about her starting college at the end of next month, Wright's birthday on August fifteenth. Paxton relayed the information that Xander's birthday was in March so he'd missed it this year.

"Can you take a right up here?" Wright asked when he realized where they were. Taking Brett and Wylon home put them in a different spot in the city. Paxton seemed to know her way around well enough without a GPS. Wright only recognized where they were when they passed the hospital. "I just want to drive by my old house and see it."

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" Paxton glanced over at him.

"Yeah, it's fine. I don't see it as my home anymore. I just want to see it. I don't know why."

"Sort of closure, maybe?" Wright was startled at William's voice. He turned his head to see William adjusting himself in the middle seat. He noted Clark was sitting in the back row still, hair messed up.

"I don't want to know what you two just finished doing," Wright said. William cocked one side of his mouth and winked before licking his lips. This group was definitely very open about their sexualities. Wright loved it. It would take some getting used to, but he loved being able to be himself. "But yeah, I guess that's it. I just want to be able to drive by and see him still living there while I'm living my life now."

"Maybe not the healthiest viewpoint in the world, but good with me." Paxton slowed down through the neighborhood. Clark joined them and they all looked at the house when Wright pointed it out.

The yard was a bit overgrown, but not bad. Shutters were closed and there were no lights on. No car parked in the driveway either. "Is that a For Sale sign in the yard?"