Angel Eyes | B x B x B |

Fifteen

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David left for his room and Owen waited for a few minutes before he'd gone to Wyatt's room to wait on him. It hadn't taken long for Wyatt to roam out of the bathroom completely nude, a towel tossed over his head with his face exposed, skin still tinted pink from the temperature of his bath. He looked fantastic, but that wasn't really new--he always looked ethereal in his beauty. Wyatt smiled as he looked over at him, before he jumped up and did a hundred and eighty degree spin in the air, landing down on the bed close to Owen.

"Did David go to bed?" Wyatt asked as he squirmed around a little before he reached his hands up and started rubbing the towel into his hair. Owen nodded and flushed, looking over Wyatt as he squirmed.

"C-Can I dry your hair?" Owen asked shyly. Wyatt paused and giggled a little, nodding his head. He pulled himself up and walked over to his dresser, grabbing his brush before he went back over and sat down in front of Owen with his legs crossed. Owen picked up the towel and started drying his hair off, happiness flooding through him.

"Did he seem sub-droppy or anything?" Wyatt asked worriedly, and Owen shook his head.

"Nah, he was asking me questions." Owen said, blushing a little. Wyatt giggled and peeked back over his shoulder, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "I think he's interested in you." Owen said, and Wyatt hummed a little.

"Perhaps he is," Wyatt said, shrugging a bit.

"A-Are you interested in him?" Owen asked, not accusatory, just curious. He wanted to know what Wyatt was thinking when he was looking down at David with that soft and beautiful look shining in his eyes. Was that just friendly affection or more? He wasn't jealous, if it was more, honestly, he'd really like to... explore that. But he was super nervous because he had never done this before, it felt so awkward and like he was accusing Wyatt of something.

"I think that's complicated," Wyatt said, pausing for a moment as he leaned forward and grabbed his phone off the foot of the bed. "I can't lie and say he's not attractive, he is." Wyatt said, looking back up at Owen. "But let me turn that question around on you. Are you attracted to him?" Wyatt asked teasingly.

"I-I don't know," Owen said honestly, biting into his lip. "Like if I am, it's not in the same way I am to you," Owen explained. "Or really, anyone else I've ever slept with either," Owen admitted.

"You know," Wyatt said, turning around to look at him. "You and him are friends, right? So maybe on some subconscious level, you've kind of taken him off the list of possibilities," Wyatt said, leaning back a little.

"I-I don't really want to sleep with him," Owen said shyly, flushing a little. "I only want you on top of me," Owen said, lowering his eyes a little.

"You can be attracted to someone and not want to sleep with them," Wyatt pointed out.

"Y-Yeah, I guess you're right." Owen admitted, and glanced down at the bed. "B-But does that make me bad? Like, as a submissive..." Wyatt shook his head and straddled his legs, one of his feet standing down beside the bed on the floor because of how Owen was sitting and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"No, it doesn't. I'm not angry with you, and I don't think you're a bad submissive." Wyatt said, leaning down and brushing his lips against Owen's. "I wouldn't mind including him in our relationship if that's what you want, or just doing a few scenes with him if that is what you want." Wyatt said, lips beginning to trail along his cheek. "You could fuck me while he watches, or you could watch as he fucked me..." Wyatt murmured softly, lips brushing along the shell of his ear. "If you wanted, you could even both fuck me. Or you could let me watch you fuck him. That'd be a pretty show, hmm?"