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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 9:48 am
Things had been coming together steadily for Wyatt and Torin. Towards the middle of September Wyatt had found a job - a clerical position at a local construction company where he was learning the ins and outs of working pay roll and other such paperwork and organizational duties - and they had secured a house. It was a nice 8AM-2PM job. All this between little dates and outings to get to know one another again and get comfortable with not just one another, but themselves. Now it was November, and they were finally moving the last remnants of their old belongins in to the house which rested on the outskirts of town, where neighbors were scarce, and they were nestled around lush forest now red and gold with autumn leaves and a creek out back past the fenced in back yard. The nearest semblance of society was a gas station/convenience store/bus stop a good twenty minute walk away, neighboring the train tracks. The rumble of trains running late at night would surely be something to get used to. The house itself was technically a single story, but being built in to the hillside, from the back it looked like two. A finished basement was cozy, having a small one-room apartment within it, and a sliding glass door situated beneath the deck looking out into the backyard. Upstairs it was very open, with a large living room and kitchen. It was perfect, safe, and theirs. All they had to do was unpack the boxes that had slowly been accumulating over the past week since buying the house. They had yet to get to actually stay in it. Now they could though, and Wyatt had one more surprise for Torin. Something he hoped would be well received, and bring a smile to Torin's face... Putting down one of the boxes he had just carried in, Wyatt casually pushed his hair back and called to Torin; "Hey Tori, can you help me with something in the basement?" He hoped he sounded casual enough...
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 8:53 pm
He was glad to be out of Paris and Chris' home. He felt like a interloper to a set of people he only have a sense of familiarity with without the memories to back it up. He felt bothersome, walking in a territory that wasn't his to claim, a adopted stray that needed tending to in order to recover. It only made him feel less in control of his life, less stable, less like he had direction and anything was his.
But Wyatt pulled through, set his eyes on the prize, organized, made countless phone calls and spoke with real estate agents. As promised, he brought him, allowing him to make decisions and comments when he hardly had done any of the work. And yet Wyatt never seemed bothered by it, instead happy by it, and even did all the closing paperwork after. All the hard work and messy paperwork he took on without so much as a complaint (well, not too many at least and none about Torin.)
At these times, he felt a slow sense of security and a desire to protect what he had yet to actually claim. When he woke, what he read, all said in this new world, one thing was certain. Wyatt was his. Wyatt was what mattered. Wyatt was one of the reasons he would give so much.
So wouldn’t that also mean, to the person who was giving his stability, that he was HIS. That the rings showed ownership.
The house was perfect and he was impressed they could even afford something so lavish. It was away from noisy people, lost in the trees and back roads, and away from prying eyes. The wide windows, the open air, the large yard and rooms all put him as ease and left him feeling like he could breath. It also helped with his sleeping.
Unloading the boxes, he kept moving from room to room whenever he could just to reinspect and instill in his mind that THIS, all of this, was THEIRS. No one elses and that too, he wanted to protect.
He mentally instilled in his mind ownership on it all.
As Wyatt called, Torin looked up from the boxes in the kitchen he was unloading and called back. "I'll be right there."
Stepping down from a step ladder (a necessity for him to reach any high shelves), he headed down the stairs, looking around until he saw Wyatt. "Need some help?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 4:49 am
Wyatt was heading down the stairs that lead to the basement where amongst other smaller boxes, there was one large box with it's top open sitting in the middle of the room. "Yeah, I need you to help me with this box.." The little occupant in the box was quiet, sleeping until it's ears perked at the sound of voices. The box was big enough that it had food and water, a blanket for sleeping, and a couple of toys. It had been a temporary arrangement while Wyatt waited to introduce Torin to his present. Waiting at the bottom of the steps for Torin to catch up, Wyatt played it cool, and hoped all stayed quiet so that the suprise wasn't spoiled.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 3:08 pm
Walking down, he looked at the open box and assumed nothing of it. It was big after all. "I'm surprised you even got it down here. I'll get this end." He offered, moving to one end of what he assumed was a heavy, full box of possibly some knick-knacks or misplaced kitchen supplies.
When he got to the box and heard whimpering, he froze, eyes wide before he slowly looked at Wyatt. That noise - was distinct to one type of animal. One small, cute, ADORABLE ANIMAL HE WANTED!
Holding his breath as if it would help dream be forced into reality and not let him be disappointed by imaging things and just seeing a blender in a box, he stepped closer to see the big-eyed, big-eared, fluffy face of a small puppy. The moment it saw another person, it started to yelp and whimper for attention and Torin just melted.
Dropping to his knees, he reached out for the puppy. "I can't....you didn't......I mean...." He took the puppy into his arms, it wiggling and jumping to lick his face as Torin looked close to tears. He hugged it tightly, looked up at Wyatt. "I hate you so much." He said, voice breaking as he held the puppy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:31 am
"I thought maybe....it would help." Help Torin settle in. Wyatt then walked over and kneeled beside Torin and the puppy. "It's all yours. Later we can go shopping for puppy things - all it's got is what's in that box." Which was a food and water dish. Wyatt would have bought more supplies than that, but he kinda figured it'd be better to let Torin pick out all the things. And a little shopping trip would be nice. Sometimes... A lot of the time... Wyatt was on eggshells, and didn't seem to really know how best to handle the other male. But with the puppy he seemed to have done good.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 8:29 pm
He continued to pet it, letting it smother him with puppy licks and shoving the box away to set it on the ground where it proceeded to jump in place to try and reach his face.
"You help enough, Wyatt. With sorting my life out more than what I want to deal with right now even when it's necessary, and getting things in order. Just...being here helps." There was something about the company, about knowing someone was here, that made him feel less nervous about being alone. There was something about that that put him on edge, made him paranoid and worry, that when Wyatt spent time away, he found himself pacing and looking for something to do that wasn't obsessively looking at his phone and keeping himself from sending stupid texts like 'come home. I miss you.' (WHICH HE HADN'T YET AND THANK THE STARS HE HAD THAT MUCH SELF CONTROL!)
He had texted once 'get here' though and even that was after a hour mental debate with himself rewriting the same text.
Turning, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around the other man and holding him close. "Thank you. I really wanted a dog. A ...place too. Just..." And he just held him, letting the excitement of a puppy give him the excuse to hold Wyatt - tightly.
He always smells nice.
And his hands moved down his back.
Built nice and solid... He kept seeing him shirtless.
His hands felt the fabric of his shirt.
Why can't you just not wear shirts? Maybe I should hide them in a box.
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