Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

6. The Show

Something about Alexa bothered Wyatt.

He wasn't sure if it was because she was always trying to insert herself in everything, or the fact that she wanted to play teacher's pet with Tyler. It was obvious she was trying too hard.

Wyatt shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he made his way back inside after his ten minute break.

"Why you so quiet for?" Frank asked as Wyatt adjusted his apron.

"I'm always quiet."

"Nah, you're too quiet. Class was that bad?"

Wyatt shrugged.

"Just tired."

"Are you still coming tonight?"

"What?"

"Wow, you forgot already," Frank shook his head as he gave someone back their change.

"Oh fuck. The show." Wyatt groaned.

Frank was an artist, he painted huge portraits and he had an exclusive show downtown. It was open for anyone with an invite to come through.

"You don't have to come—,"

"No, I'm coming. I just had shit on my mind. I'll be there though."

Frank smiled.

Wyatt had a short shift, Frank leaving earlier to get to the show. Two other people came in to cover, luckily enough.

...

"I'm home," Wyatt called jokingly, setting the keys on the table.

Steve didn't answer, he found it strange. He always did.

He made his way to Steve's room, the handle was unlocked.

"Hey, the show—,"

Wyatt stood wide eyed as he stared at Steve and some girl he hadn't seen before.

"Fuck, again?!" He shouted, shutting the door.

"Told you the lock isn't working!" Steve laughed from the other side.

This was the second time he'd caught Steve having sex without letting him know.

Wyatt laughed to himself, starting the shower as he went to his room and laid out some potential clothes for Frank's show.

He rummaged through his closet, unamused at the stuff he had.

...

Once out of the shower, Wyatt sprayed some cologne and adjusted the towel around his waist. Before he could open the door, someone else did.

"Sorry, forgot my makeup bag," she slyly moved past him, slightly pressing up on him as she grabbed the black bag next to him. The tiny bathroom wasn't any room for two.

Wyatt looked down uncomfortably, waiting for her to grab her stuff.

Before she could leave, she turned around, smiling as she looked down at the hard print under his towel.

"Fuck," he cursed, pressing it down as she left.

He groaned, feeling embarrassed that a slight touch on his front could leave him this hard. It had been a while since he's had sex or even pleasured himself.

Wyatt looked at himself in the mirror, moving the towel out of the way as he moved his hand back and forth on himself, grunting the closer he got. His thoughts trailed to other women he's been with; Emily's naked body. It didn't do much for him, but it was enough to make him cum. He wiped himself off, brushing off the situation as he went into his room to change.