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 Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2021 10:16 pm
BACKDATED LATE OCTOBER 2020
After the awkward ending to their trip to the hardware store, the two arrived home and parted ways, the awkwardness thick between them. And all Wyatt could really do was hope that he hadn't just screwed things up. Yes, he was wanting Lukas to come after him, and was pushing for it little by little, but what he had done could have probably been too much, and what if Lukas decided he was done with this game and it wasn't worth it? Wyatt now felt a worry that he didn't normally feel when he thought of the other man who he usually had come to feel such a security in. Had he gotten too comfortable in that, too confident, and pressed his luck too far?
Wyatt wished he had work to distract him, but he had the rest of the evening off, and even the following day.... He didn't sleep well that night.
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When he woke up the next day, there was still that swelling of worry and melancholy in his stomach. No knock came to his door for breakfast or lunch, and by the time noon came around Wyatt felt the need to go for a walk. He looked outside - the wind was up. The previous day had been unseasonably warm, but the wind and clouds signaled a cold front moving in. It was probably going to rain that evening.... That was fine. Wyatt didn't intend to walk too far.
Wyatt threw on a light jacket before he headed out, not seeing anyone - most notably, not seeing Lukas. That was probably for the better - what would he say if he saw him? He wasn't sure.
Wyatt walked in to the hiking trails, heading for the swimming hole. Soon enough he was there, standing on the dock overlooking the water which rippled in the winds which were picking up. Wyatt closed his eyes, letting the wind wash over him, then opened them again to look at the dark clouds over head. How fitting the weather was, as troubled and turbulent as his mind, as his heart. He felt he could stand there forever in this crisp wind, a reflection of himself, symbolic.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2021 11:31 pm
Once they had arrived back to the camp, Lukas just shut down. Everything seemed mechanical then. From the truck to the shed, from the truck to the baths, then back up to his little tower. And... Alright, he'd admit he'd been a bit stubborn too. Wyatt hadn't exactly answered his question before the fuzz came and broke them up. There were chances given, to have the other man speak up first. Was it that hard to become emotionally un constipated? Or say 'yeah, I want you'? Why was it so freaking hard to just say there was something you like and something you didn't like and when you wanted to be close? ... And why was Lukas expected to take the first step? When he went to bed that night, he laid there, eyes cast up to the ceiling and mind drifting to the past. There was never any need to be chased, or to play with them fancy words just... He wanted to be told he was cared for properly, no jokes, no excuses, just... With a groan, he simply rolled over and fell asleep after a brief moment of yelling into his pillow. -- Dawn came and went, and so did Lukas. What better way to completely drown out worries than by throwing yourself into your work? And there was always alot of work to be done. Even when the sudden chill hitting the air, and the dark clouds rising, he didn't stop, nor gather a coat. A bitter thought crossed his mind. Maybe if he was sick, Wyatt would come see him first. That idea was immediately shut down, he was no b*****d desperate for attention. It did follow him down to the beach, where he carried a few signs telling people to stay out for the coming storm. ... Go figure that's where he would find the man he kept thinking about, looking dramatic as hell on the dock. Lukas wouldn't be surprised if this was all a dream. After all, who does, brooding on a dock looking all handsome and crap? That didn't stop Lukas from standing there, staring at the back turned towards him, and holding that "DO NOT SWIM" sign like an idiot.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2021 11:41 pm
Perhaps it was because he was a knight of Uranus that his connection to the wind was so strong. Maybe he really was that kind of melodramatic b***h. It was those far off thoughts that he was torn from as he heard foot steps behind him, but didn't look, assuming it was a hiker. But when they stopped and didn't move on, he let out a sigh, hard stare at the lake in front of him, before turning slightly and looking over his shoulder. Then he froze. he should have expected it to be Lukas. Why did it have to be Lukas? Wyatt's jaw moves as if he were about to say something, but no words came from his slightly parted lips. Geeze his heart was beating fast...
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2021 11:52 pm
There was no telling how long they were staring at one another. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? No, not Hours, the sun hadn't set yet. But the sky was darkening. The threat of rain continued to loom around them, rolling in quicker than he wanted it too. Silence still remained heavy and awkward between them, and even from here he could see Wyatt fish face at him, like he was trying to speak but just couldn't. Lukas's heart seemed to hurt even more as he started to just accept that Wyatt was perhaps, too much like his ex. Never saying what they wanted, or pushing him away no matter hard he tried. What more was there even to do, then to give a soft sigh that lost itself in the wind, and turn away to continue on with his job? Wyatt was a grown man. And not a stupid one either. He could make it in doors before the rain came.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2021 11:59 pm
When Lukas turned away panic bubbled up and a broken, panicked, "Wait-!" escaped his mouth and he took one quick step in the retreating man's direction and a hand raised slightly as if ready to reach out. The panic and longing was written clearly in his eyes. he didn't know what to do, what to say, to make things right again. Why did his wants and desires ruin everything? Why couldn't Lukas understand that he needed him to make the first move, because he was afraid of 'trapping' someone the way he believed he did to his ex?
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 12:52 pm
Lukas froze at hearing the plea. And he wanted to ignore it, refuse to be the one to give in first. But he knew he couldn’t just leave it be. His heart ached and screamed at him to just run. And he always had been one to follow his heart first instead of common sense. In the end, it was Wyatt’s eyes that made his feet finally move. Stubbornness be damned! Foot after foot met the dock below, seconds later he was on his little lover, arms coming about him and holding him as close as he could, tightly, but ever aware of the man’s fragility. Words were useless now, they honestly sucked at it anyway. And right now, Lukas couldn’t trust Wyatt to say anything that made sense or honest. So what he did do… Was capture that prickly man’s lips with his own, deeply, passionately… And with every emotion that had been bottling up inside of him for the past day.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 1:05 pm
To say he had practically leapt into the man's arms would have not been entirely inaccurate. As Lukas embraced him, so did he, throwing arms over the man's shoulders, burying hands into that mahogany hair, and meeting his lips with equal fervor. Wyatt would not let him mistake his passion for lust; it was pure need and heartfelt longing. Words could never have achieved what actions could so clearly express. as they opened up so did the sky, emotions raining down on one another like the rain that began to fall.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 1:31 pm
This feeling.. It was far different than the flusteredness of Home Depot. There were far less wandering hands or arousal that felt overwhelming. Replacing it was his racing heart and just a desire to want to protect and love this sweet, prickly, distant, then incredibly close man in his arms… Lukas was absolutely positive he could have stayed there, holding Wyatt in his arms forever, but the rain came first. There was no patience for protests or debate right now, especially since he was hard pressed to even break their lips apart. An arm was placed to the back of Wyatt’s knees, the other holding him about the small of his back… And he scooped the man up right into his arms, only pausing for a moment in their kiss. “Mmm… Your place, or mine…?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 1:46 pm
Wyatt didn't want to let Lukas go, rain and rumbling thunder be damned, so when the kiss was finally broken there was a dazed look of longing and loss; Wyatt didn't even notice he'd been picked up. A hand cupped Lukas's cheek as the hastening rain soaked their hair and dripped down both their faces, and he held his gaze for a moment with intensity before resting his forehead against Lukas' and closing his eyes. There was little room for patience and logic in his mind right now, and a sound decision seemed completely daunting. All he could reason was that his camper was closer. "Mm- mine~" Now that he finally spoke, some sense seemed to come back to him, "We uh, we gotta get you dry. Can't, can't have you getting sick." it was only natural that he find some sort of vague excuse for something that didn't need one. But even with a destination and a hollow excuse, he was still whirling with emotion and impulse. Before they could act on the decision to get out of this rain Wyatt descended on Lukas' lips again with his own, hungry kisses assaulting the larger man.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 2:15 pm
“Yours then.” He murmured back, both implying that he understood where they were going, and making a quiet promise to Wyatt, that right now, he had eyes for no one else but the sweet, drenched man in his arms. Sure, Wyatt hadn’t kissed him first, but he was the first to come back to it. The hunger and pleasure that filled those kisses kept him returning for more and more, even as his legs began to move again. “You neither. My heart would break if you got sick…” Lukas had been here for years, working on cleaning these pathways every day, from sun up to sun down. He didn’t need to look where he was going to make his way back to Wyatt’s trailer. Through the mud and the puddles, he didn’t care as long as he could get his kisses, and the both of them out of the rain. … But he did hesitate before he stepped on the ramp there. “… I should take my shoes off…” He softly whispered against Wyatt’s lips, hesitating for just a moment, taking one last kiss, before lightly setting Wyatt down where it was dry.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 2:32 pm
"You should take everything off-" Wyatt said somewhat breathlessly as he was sat down, then realizing how that sounded, quickly followed up with, "You'll be cold in those wet clothes umm. I don't have anything for you to wear, so just go cover up in the bed." This was sounding more implicating of nefarious intentions... For as wrapped up in their intense kisses as he was, and as willing to indulge in a bit of kissing, touching, grinding, as he was, Wyatt was also adamant about doing things right. Which meant some long, serious, conversations before things passed that point. He wasn't going to allow himself to slip up on that. No matter how much his body would protest. "I'll make us some hot chocolate or something." Wyatt too began to take off his shoes, and opened the door. It could have been warmer inside, but Wyatt tended to make sure the air or heat wasn't needlessly running while he was gone. He went inside, leaving the door open for Lukas to follow. He adjusted the heat, while removing his soaked jacket and shirt, tossing them on the booth-style bench by the table, before heading to the back of the RV to grab a couple nice clean towels, and some dry clothes for himself. He handed a towel to Lukas, and whether the light blush on his face was from their prior outdoor activities or the thought that Lukas was now going to be naked in his bed, was hard to tell. Ironically, despite everything, Wyatt did make efforts to remain modest in allowing Lukas some privacy while they both were undressing and drying. Soon enough Wyatt was in some dark gray althleasure-style sweatpants that he probably could have tied a bit tighter at the waist, and a simple tshirt. He had dried his hair enough, and let the towel hang around his shoulders, and now began distracting himself with making that promised cocoa.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 5:06 pm
Lukas had to pause at that, looking down curiously at Wyatt to see if he'd get further explanation. When it came, he only chuckled and leaned down to press a small kiss to Wyatt's forehead. "Don't think too hard right now. Maybe the kiss short circuited your brain. Get yourself warmed up too, alright? Hot chocolate sounds good." Before Lukas followed behind him, he slipped his shoes off, then once inside and the door properly closed behind him.. He began to strip. Shirt first, pausing only to take the fresh towel and drape it over his broad, sunkissed shoulders, then everything else all at once. Hells, he didn't even bother to cover himself up as he walked from the front of the RV, all the way to the back where he remembered the bed was. Embarrassment gave way to the chill, and he pat himself dry all over as he headed back. ... Part of him considered being silly, taking the sheet off to drape it over himself toga style, or perhaps around his legs much like the pants of his uniform worked. But then he shrugged that off, figuring that Wyatt wouldn't want soggy nut juice all over his sheets. Err-- sweat. ... Had the bed always been this soft? There was only one other vivid memory he had here, the night when Wyatt had his nightmares and he held him as long as he could. Maybe tonight, they'd make better, sweeter memories. A blush finally crossed his cheeks and ears at the thought! Clearing his throat, he dove into the sheets, curling up and covering up before Wyatt returned to his side.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 5:18 pm
It didn't take long for the milk to warm up in the mall pot on the stove, then Wyatt grabbed the cylinder of cocoa powder and used the little measuring spoon inside to pour some of the powder in the warming milk. He added a few more things to add some more special flavor, then poured it up once everything was nicely dissolved. Both mugs in hand, he strode over to the bed, holding out one for Lukas before carefully sitting down beside him on the bed. He didn't crawl under the covers, but dragged another one that had been neatly folded over the foot of the bed over for himself. He positioned his vast multitude of pillows and settled in. He took a tentative sip, finding the cocoa still a bit too warm for consumption, and cleared his throat. "So...that happened." That referring to everything they had just done out at the dock.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 5:31 pm
Lukas took the mug with both of his hands, but didn't sip it just yet. Mainly because Wyatt getting all comfortable beside him shook the cushions, and one wrong move would spill everything, leaving him even more naked than before. "... Yeah. Yeah it did. And I liked it... And I want it to happen again." He murmured, plenty loud enough for Wyatt to hear. There was no need to rush things now, but that didn't mean he wasn't craving more. "... I like yah, Wyatt... I don't want yah to say it was just... in the moment, y'know? ... And I wanna stay here."
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2021 5:51 pm
"Yeah, well, I don't particularly enjoy the thought of not having you around either. Whether I like it or not, and I have to admit, I do, I'm more than a bit attached. So.." Wyatt seemed to think a moment about what he had to say. Honestly it was hard to not be at least a little awkward, knowing this man he had a very distinct physical and emotional interest and investment in had his 'terms and conditions' just hanging out under the blanket, but... "It goes without saying that I want this between us to be exclusive," not that Wyatt had any worries about that, but Serious Adult Discussions, right? "And I have no intentions of sharing." There was and intense possessiveness there in his bluntness. "And no intentions on letting you go, either. So...we gonna call this officially a relationship? Not that what we've been hasn't been some kind of relationship but--" What had been very distinct and purposeful verbiage trailed in to a sort of waffling on about semantics and typical over-thinking, over-explaining s**t.
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