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Fourteen

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The first night the three of them spent in Wyatt's apartment was pretty typical. Wyatt explained to David what 'Plan Bee' was, and they ended up watching it. And David had been just as flabbergasted and confused by it as Owen and Wyatt were, but that was the fun part of watching it. They ended up binge watching like nine different movies, all of them so bad that it was honestly both hilarious and infuriating to watch. Sleeping arrangements had been easy enough, David got his own room and Owen was sharing with Wyatt.

They'd all just ended up sleeping on the couch, having fallen asleep during the last movie. When Owen woke up, it was because Wyatt was pulling his arm silently. Owen opened his mouth to speak, but Wyatt put his finger up to his lips and pointed to David. Owen raised an eyebrow and looked up at him and held his finger up to his lip and pulled him again. Owen let him pull him up off of the couch, admittedly helping a little more than he would've liked, and followed behind Wyatt, still a little drowsy. He was still quiet as he walked, though, peeking down at Wyatt curiously. There was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he moved.

Wyatt slipped into his bedroom, pulling Owen into it silently before he shut the door carefully. It didn't even make a sound as the doorknob slid into place. "What's up?" Owen asked, and Wyatt smirked up at him, his hand fisting in his shirt and pulling him down a little.

"I really want to ride you," Wyatt whispered into his ear, biting teasingly at his earlobe. Owen shivered a little, his heart speeding up. "Think you can be a good boy and fill your master up with cum before David wakes up?" Wyatt asked playfully, his voice so low and soft it was sending slivers of arousal creeping through him.

"W-What if I-I wake up David?" Owen asked worriedly. Wyatt giggled softly and ushered him over to the bed. Owen walked over to it and sat down, pulling off his shirt. He definitely wasn't saying no, he was always down to touch Wyatt, to move inside of him, and feel connected to him. It really didn't matter where they were. He'd probably hesitate, but honestly, he'd have sex with him almost anywhere. Bathroom at a restaurant, the dark corners of a club, hell, with a little convincing the gas station chip aisle wouldn't sound like the worst thing ever.

"You'll just have to be quiet for me, hmm?" Wyatt hummed as he pulled off his shirt and pushed his sweatpants down before straddling his lap and running his fingers along the bite marks on Owen's shoulder. Owen might've liked to bite him, but Wyatt bit back. Sometimes a lot better than Owen realized when the heat was surrounding him. He loved the feeling of Wyatt's marks on his skin, the slight sting from the bruises left behind never failed to bring Wyatt to the front of his mind and make arousal flood through him--same with the scratches that seemed forever present on his back from Wyatt's fingernails.

Wyatt liked to tease him about acting like a werewolf, but Wyatt was like an untamed wild cat, clawing, biting, and marking him. He almost made the whole thing seem classy, in an intriguing way. Owen let out a groan as he felt Wyatt's ass resting over his pants-covered erection as Owen slipped his hand onto Wyatt's lower back, pulling him against his chest. Wyatt groaned softly, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Owen groaned in response, sinking into the kiss, his hand pulling him closer.

Wyatt's cock brushed against his abdomen, hard as a rock, and Wyatt let out a little moan and grinded himself against Owen's chest. The kiss grew steadily more heated, Owen's free hand going up to brush across Wyatt's nipples and tugging lightly on them. Wyatt let out a gasp, slipping his tongue into Owen's mouth and entangled their tongues. After a moment of Wyatt grinding himself against Owen's chest, and subsequently his cock, kissing him deeply and passionately, Wyatt pulled back and started trailing his lips down Owen's neck to his chest. He was pausing here and there to bite into his skin as he made his way down his chest and abdomen until he had Owen pressed back against the bed, Wyatt kneeling over his erection between his legs, smirking up at him.