Wyatt Ray, son of Colt and Hedli Ray. Right out of high school he joined up with the military. His cousin Logan just went off to college with his fiancée and he just got back from another long deployment. He's thinking of joining the rodeo circuit a...
I woke up with him screaming again. I pulled him close. Rylin came in to check it out. "Wyatt. Your going to be fine." I told him. He's scared stiff. There's no way he's going to be able to get a good nights sleep.
I pulled him closer to me. I kissed his forehead. He hugged me close. I nodded for Rylin to go back in yonder. She closed the door behind her. I pulled him closer to me. I kissed all over his face. He calmed down. I kissed his neck trying to take his mind off of it.
Then I straddled his lap. His arms went around my waist. Something poked me. I continued to kiss him. He gave off a low growl/moan. I captured his lips with mine. He nipped at my lower lip.
I let him in and roused him more by rubbing his shoulders. He prodded me with it. He stopped quickly. "I. I can't do it to you." He said.
"I know you don't want to." I told him. "I don't want to hurt you." He said lowering his head. "It won't hurt me. I'll be just fine." I told him lifting his head up.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. He kissed me. I got into the drawer next to the bed and opened the package. He took it from me and laid back.
He laid me on top of him. I kissed him stirring him. He kissed me deeper. Then loved me.
Found something to get his mind off of that for a little bit. Once it was done I kissed him trying to keep his mind from it a bit longer.
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I kissed him as he had another meltdown. It was hard keeping him from melting down. I tried at least three times a day to keep him from it.
"Hey. Your not alone." I held him close once again. This was getting harder. I couldn't get through to him as easily as I have been.
"Wyatt." He didn't respond. I had to find someone that could get through to him. Hopefully there were some older retired soldiers here that could at least help me get through to him.
Once he was calm I took him for a walk. He kept an arm around me as we walked. I intertwined my fingers with his and led him to the arena.
I know he's not going to be the same. Once there he stood behind me with his arms wrapped around me with his head on my shoulder. Him blinking was enough for me to know he was still responsive.
Sometimes he wouldn't even blink. The guy I was looking for came up. Wyatt put his head down on my shoulder. I turned quickly to try and get him to lift him head.
He lifted his head to look at me. "You ok?" I asked. He nodded. "Hey Wyatt. How ya feelin'?" The cowboy asked. He didn't respond.
I turned to Wyatt. "You've gotta speak." I told him. He tightened his arms. "Come on. I know you still talk." I told him.
"He's barely said a word since he found out he's being deployed again." I told the man. "Jonathan Riket. Sergeant Riket." He introduced. "Cassidy Smith. And I think you know Wyatt here." I introduced myself and Wyatt.
"He was one of my best. I understand why he's like this because of what happened. I can't go back this time because of a disability I got while there.
"I'm thankful Wyatt was there when he was. I've been twice. That's as many times as a man can stand overseas nowadays." Wyatt wasn't moving, barely breathing and wasn't blinking.
Another one of his cold episodes. The Srgt. came over and snapped his fingers. Wyatt didn't respond. "How long has been like this?" He asked. "Since he found out." I told him. "About two and a half weeks. It usually happens more when we're traveling.
"It's became harder to snap him out of it." I added. "Ray." Wyatt didn't flinch. "Step away from him for a second." I broke his grasp and stepped to the side. "He may not like me after I do this." The older man said.
The next event flashed before my eyes. Srgt. Riket doubled his fist and brought it hard on Wyatt's face. He stumbled back holding his jaw. He groaned before looking to see who punched him.
"Srgt. Riket?" He questioned. "Boy. Your glad I didn't have to do it a second time." Riket told him. Wyatt rubbed his jaw. "Once over there is enough to drive a person mad at the sight." Wyatt told the man.
"I know the feeling. You know I was over there twice." Riket told him. Wyatt looked down as if in shame. "He should be fine until after the deployment is over. Give me a call if it starts back up and I pay another visit or slap him as hard as possible." Riket told me before walking past.
I nodded. Wyatt continued to rub his jaw. "Man. I forgot how hard he can punch." He said. "You might need to get use to it if you black out again." I told him.
"I'd prefer someone punching me than you slapping me." He told me. "That could be arranged." I replied. He kissed my temple before pulling me into a real kiss.
