Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

18. Sun

Three Days Later

"Come with me."

Those were the last words Tyler had spoken before Wyatt agreed on the risqué adventure.

"It's a movie I'm directing at the studio set. I want you to see how I work."

It was a Saturday, Wyatt excited to see Tyler. He couldn't even sleep thinking about all the possibilities that could happen.

"Is that Tyler outside?" Steve asked, strumming his guitar as he looked outside the blinds.

"Uh, yeah."

Steve looked up with his eyes furrowed.

"The fuck are you doing with him?"

Wyatt looked over at him as he put on his jacket.

"Nothing. He's just taking me to his set for experience."

He tried brushing it off.

Steve nodded.

Tyler honked outside, Wyatt grabbing his phone.

"I'll see you later."

He made his way into the car—a new tesla he hadn't seen before. The new leather smell was the first thing he noticed.

"This is new?" Wyatt smiled.

"I got it a few days ago, wanted to treat myself."

"Must be nice."

Tyler looked over at him as he picked out a white fuzzy caught in his curls. He noticed everything. It was his director's eye.

...

"Shit, it's busy."

Wyatt walked into the studio set, the same one they had visited before. This time it wasn't empty. There was crew everywhere, actors in place, everyone running around to get set up.

"Wait here for a sec. I'm gonna go set up."

Wyatt nodded, sitting in a seat behind all the chaos. He watched Tyler. As soon as he stepped on the set, everyone's eyes fell on him. Everyone listened to everything he had to say, he knew exactly what he wanted and how it was going to be executed.

For about an hour and a half Wyatt watched intently. From the way the crew moved, the production designers asking Tyler if he approved, to the costume designers coming to him for advice.

"Aight, ten minute break." Tyler shouted.

The lights turned on as Tyler walked over, eyeing Wyatt. He walked past him. Wyatt got up, following Tyler to the back. He wasn't sure where T was going, but he followed anyway. Tyler turned slightly to look around before pulling Wyatt into the bathroom with him.

T pushed his back into the door, shutting it closed as he took Wyatt into him; their lips smashing into each other. Wyatt smiled throughout the kiss, pulling away slightly as Tyler kissed on his jaw.

"You sure no one saw—,"

Tyler shut him up, kissing him harder again.

Wyatt's hand trailed down towards Tyler's trousers, instantly meeting with his bulge.

Tyler bit Wyatt's bottom lip, pulling it slightly before moving his hand away.

"I don't wanna get carried away."

Wyatt nodded, smirking.

T smiled at him as he fixed his already hardened bulge, opening the door, leaving Wyatt inside.

He touched his lips with his fingers, noticing some red on them. Wyatt looked at himself in the mirror, there was a bit of blood on the bottom lip—Tyler had bitten them a little too aggressively.

There was a knock on the door, startling him.

Wyatt walked out, a crew member walking in after him.

He made his way back to where his seat was, Tyler looked to be packing his stuff.

"You're done already?"

"Yeah, I just needed to approve some shit. You coming home with me?" Tyler looked up from the cameras he was putting on the ground.

"With you?"

He said it so nonchalantly, it surprised him.

"Unless you got somewhere to be?" Tyler came up from the ground, facing him.

"And Imaan?"

"She's gonna be home late."

Wyatt thought about it for a minute, unsure if the risk would be worth it.

"I don't wanna pressure—," T was cut off.

"I'll wait in the car."

Tyler grinned.