Fifteen Wyatt

After that night on the beach, there was a new spring in my step. I felt like a new man. Being so close to Tanner made the world brighter in a way I didn't realize was possible. Of course, that made the next day at work that much harder, literally and figuratively. I'd sat at my desk all day with a boner stuffed down my right pantleg, thanks to his scent permeating the office. More than once, my secretary had to come to me because there was just no way I could hide my excitement. I was starting to think we couldn't work so close together anymore.

How was I supposed to concentrate when all I could think about was sliding my dick into his tight hole over and over again? Tanner, who had the best poker face I'd ever seen, seemed completely unperturbed by the situation. I had no idea how he managed to walk around the office all day without being excited. Then again, he couldn't smell all the pheromones like I could. My wolf senses made it impossible to ignore him, even on the most basic of levels. His mere presence overwhelmed my entire being.

By noon, it was too much to take any longer. I needed to get out for some fresh air. And to give my dick a break. I'd been hard for so long that I was starting to get sore. Even though Tanner had left to do a house showing a few minutes before, the office was still drenched in his scent. Picking up my phone, I clicked open the messaging app, pulling up the group chat with my friends.

Me: Hey, you guys want to do lunch today?

Parker: Sure. Aiden's in the middle of a painting, so I could use the distraction.

Oliver: Just finishing up with a client. Same place in a half hour?

Me: Sounds great! See you there brochachos

Parker: smh…

Oliver: Why are you so straight all the time? It's alarming.

I couldn't help smiling to myself. If only they knew what I'd been doing in my spare time, they might not think I was so straight. Of course, the mere thought of mentioning it to them caused a cold bloom of anxiety to spread through my chest. I knew deep in my heart that they wouldn't judge me. But at the same time, it was such a difficult thing to say out loud.

Sure, I'd told Tanner I liked him and that I thought he was beautiful. Those things were hard enough to say. But to admit I was bisexual or possibly gay now was far too much. Hell, I wasn't even sure what I was. I hadn't really thought about women since that night in the hotel, except when I was trying to prove to myself that I didn't like him. Now, when I tried to imagine having sex with anyone else, I just couldn't get into it.

However, I couldn't deny that I'd developed an insatiable craving for cock and ass. Sucking Tanner off or eating his ass was easily my favorite thing. Fucking him was incredible, but there was something about focusing only on his pleasure that made me feel not only useful but amazing at the same time. I loved serving him. And that was a new side to me that I'd never explored before.

But did that make me gay? I wasn't sure. At the very least, I supposed I was bi. Either way, the label didn't really matter in the long run. It made things easier to understand, but it didn't change the fact that I was infatuated with another man, something that, up until this point, was strictly off-limits for me.

And my friends were going to catch on eventually.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. Shit was getting complicated. I knew I could wait until the end of the summer, and then everything would be over. I'd never have to tell anyone about what happened. But even though I was enjoying this summer fling, I knew it was going to hurt when it finally came to an end. When that time came, I'd need the support of my friends.

They deserved to know.

Another sigh, and I pushed myself up from the desk. I glanced over at Tanner's cubicle, which had been empty for the past ten minutes. I was already anxious to see him again, but I needed to keep my cool. We'd have plenty of time to talk tonight after the workday was over. I had a feeling we had quite a bit to go over. Fucking on the beach was one thing, but we still hadn't had a chance to really talk about everything in detail.

Grabbing my keys and phone, I headed for the door. Lunch was waiting, and I had a feeling it was going to be a doozy.

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting out on the patio of our regular spot on the beach. I was already halfway through a mojito, trying to gather my courage. It was about the time I picked the drink up to drain it that I saw my friends come out of the restaurant led by our waitress.

"Hey, Wyatt," Parker said, holding out his arms for a hug.

I quickly pushed myself up from my chair, wrapping my arms around him. Oliver was already waiting when I pulled away.

"Good to see you, ya big dummy," he chuckled.

They both put in their drink orders, and we took a seat at the table. Already, I could feel the sweat gathering on my brow. I wasn't sure if it was from the booze or just the sheer anxiety blooming in my chest. But either way, I was having a hard time disguising how nervous I was.

"So, how's it been going?" Oliver said, starting the conversation. "You've been kinda AWOL for most of the summer. What have you been up to?"

"Oh, you know," I replied, scratching the back of my head. "Just working and stuff."

"And stuff is right," Parker added.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Oliver asked, looking between the two of us. "Are there secrets?" He leaned across the table. "Drama? Please, give me anything. The gym has been so fucking boring lately. All anyone can talk about is the weather. I'm dying of boredom."

Parker looked at me, giving a nod in Oliver's direction. I couldn't help but sigh. He didn't understand what he was asking. I'd hoped to wait until after the drinks arrived to get into the scary stuff. Parker thought I just had a girlfriend. He had no idea what was really going on. Aiden, true to his word, hadn't leaked anything.

"Well…" I began, searching for the right words. "I'm… I'm kinda seeing someone."

"Yes!" Oliver said, pumping his fist in the air. "Fuck yeah! Something interesting at last!"

"But things are a bit complicated."

"Oooh. Now I'm interested," Parker added. "Is there a new development?"

"You knew?" Oliver asked, rounding on him. "And you didn't tell me?"

"Hey. I was sworn to secrecy."

"A secret from me?" he balked, turning back to me. "What kind of bullshit is that?! I'm the best at keeping secrets!"

"Oliver," Parker replied, giving him some vicious side-eye. "You told the entire high school that I had a crush on the captain of the football team."

"I told one person! I was trying to get you laid!"

"I was already getting laid with you!"

"So? I think it's better to switch it up sometimes. You can't have the same dick all the time. Besides, we both knew things weren't going to go any further between us. I was just trying to help!"

I sat back in my chair, watching the pair of them bicker back and forth. It was a ridiculous scene that had drawn the attention of the tables near us. Older folks and families on vacation glared in our direction as if their children and grandchildren weren't currently flinging tater tots across the patio at the seagulls.

"Hey guys," I said, trying to get their attention.

They completely ignored me, continuing their argument about things that had taken place nearly a decade ago. I reached up, combing my fingers through my hair. Maybe if I just said it out loud while they weren't listening, I could get a feel for the words in my mouth. I'd never spoken to them before, but this would be a good trial run. Nobody was going to hear me anyway.

"I'm dating a guy."

The entire table went dead silent as Parker and Oliver slowly turned in my direction, their jaws hanging slack.

Fuck. That didn't go as planned.