An Ignited Passion

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  He looked at the time and saw it was quarter to nine. He was going to have to shower and get his ass in gear if he was going to meet Nick at Wenatchee National forest. He looked in on Wyatt on his way to the shower and saw he was still asleep. He was even more beautiful when he slept. Preston sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through Wyatt’s soft hair. Wyatt’s lips were perfect for kissing and Preston couldn’t help but run his fingertip softly over Wyatt’s bottom lip. Wyatt whimpered and Preston backed away quickly; he made his way back out into the hallway and ran smack into Big Red.

  “Hey, what’s up?” Preston smiled at Sean. The guy was huge and he had to look up at him even though he himself was six foot three.

  “You were kinda hard on the kid, weren’t you? How do you expect him to fall in love with you when you treat him like that?” Sean smiled. He’d been close to Preston since they came on together as probies. He knew all about Wyatt

  Quinton. He also knew about Preston. That happened by accident. They had been in a fire and a large chunk of ceiling had fallen, landing right on top of him. Preston had pulled it off of him like it had been a board. Right then he had known something was different about Preston Dalton and when Preston confessed, Sean had laughed

  - until two seconds later when he was staring at a white wolf. Not so funny after that.

  Preston leaned against the wall and looked at his friend. “I have to do what I have to do; there’s a thin line between love and hate. Wyatt needs to know that Sebastian’s an asshole, although I think he caught of glimpse of that already,” Preston sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “At least I know he didn’t sleep with the guy.”

  “No shit?” Sean looked shocked. “Well that’s a plus right? He’s still pure for you, just like you are for him.” Sean waggled his eyebrows.

  “Oh shut up, you don’t have to remind me that I’ve saved myself for Wyatt. Every time we go out to the clubs it’s easy for me to stay faithful to him slim pickings out there,” Preston smiled and punched Sean in the arm. “And even if there was someone who caught my eye he’d never be Wyatt.”

  “Aww, that’s so fuckin’ sweet, Dalton.” Sean side-stepped Preston’s next punch and grabbed his arm. “Come on, food’s going to be gone if we don’t get our asses to the kitchen.”

  “Food? But Wyatt’s asleep.” “He was up at five this morning making breakfast for the crew;

  everything’s in the oven on warm.” Sean smiled when Preston looked at Wyatt’s door. “He made lunch and dinner, too.”

  Preston felt his heart aching. God he wanted to hold Wyatt, kiss Wyatt. It would have to wait. “Okay, let’s hit it.”

  After breakfast Preston showered and made the drive to the park in his Jeep. He pulled into the parking space next to Nick’s big Ford diesel truck and jumped out, smiling at him. “Hey you, how’s it going?” Nick had been the one who helped Preston find his apartment when he first got to town.

  Preston had pined for Wyatt for years, and after his friend Riley

  Flynn-Esposito had gotten the whole, soapy story out of him, Riley had loaned him his jet periodically so Preston could go see – well, watch - Wyatt in Seattle. And after that, well, Preston couldn’t bear to stay away.

  Now being in close contact with Wyatt, trying to mask his scent so Wyatt wouldn’t know he was his mate was draining him. He needed a good run, and badly.

  Nick smiled and made his way over to Preston’s Jeep. “It’s good. I talked to the judge yesterday and he told me to tell you it’s up to you when he releases Wyatt. Although I don’t think Wyatt has plans for the summer; he spent his last day of school in jail,” Nick chuckled.

  “Yeah, well his birthday is coming up,” Preston looked around at all the trees, the smell of pine was strong and his body was buzzing with anticipation. “I want to do something special for him but I want to make sure Sebastian’s out of the picture. He might be. The asshole actually told Wyatt he had only been with him this long for sex. How fucked up is that? As horny as I am that’s not what I want from Wyatt; I just want him. Period.” He had to admit he had wanted to take Sebastian and beat him within an inch of his life for even putting one finger on Wyatt. Just the thought of Sebastian kissing Wyatt had Preston’s skin crawling.

  “Well let’s take a nice long run and clear our heads. I’m pretty convinced I’m never going to find my mate at this point,” Nick sighed and took his shirt off, looking out at the forest. He was starting to give up on the notion of a mate.

  “Well, hopefully he won’t be seven years old when you do,” Preston cracked up and clapped Nick on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”

  ~~*~~ Wyatt woke up to the blaring sound of the alarm and the sound of boots on the floor. He got up out of bed and threw his sweats on with a fire station shirt, courtesy of the chief. He made his way to the kitchen and looked at the mess on the table and counters. With a loud sigh he cleared the table and put all the dishes in the industrial size dishwasher. He found a note from Preston on the fridge giving him his chores for the day. At least one of the chores wasn’t washing the hell bitch. Wyatt sat at the kitchen table and looked around the room. School was out and now he had no idea what he was going to do for the summer. He thought about going home but after his incarceration he didn’t have the heart to face his dad. Wyatt smiled when Sean came into the kitchen with bags of groceries.

  “Hey, Big Red,” Wyatt stood up and grabbed one of the bags. “Please tell me there’s coffee in one of these bags.”

  “Seattle’s best,” Sean smiled pulling a bag of ground coffee out. “How are you doing this fine morning? Thanks for the grub by the way. Preston ate two plates before he left to meet Nick.”

  “Preston’s with Nick?” Wyatt couldn’t help the jealousy creeping into his voice. When did he suddenly care what Preston Dalton did? You have for a while, dumbass.

  “Yup, went up to the park just like they always do. I think they fish, or bird watch,” Sean shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, never went with them.” Sean smiled at the look on Wyatt’s face; jealousy did not suit him. “I’m usually the one he takes to the bar with him, although I can safely say my type isn’t there.”

  “Huh?” Wyatt snapped out of his thoughts. “What do you mean?” “Preston’s gay, I’m not. We try to go to one of his clubs one night then one of mine the next. It’s kind of funny to get hit on, though,” Sean chuckled and leaned against the counter. “You can see the guys salivating when they find out I’m a firefighter; it’s good for my ego.”

  Wyatt looked at Sean and could see why he got hit on. He had to be over six foot four, had short red hair and the bluest eyes Wyatt had ever seen. Sean’s biceps were the size of Wyatt’s thighs and he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Wyatt’s thoughts strayed to Preston’s body in comparison - there wasn’t any

  competition there. Preston had a body that made Wyatt’s prick hard just by looking at him. He didn’t get that with Sean.

  “So, does Preston get hit on, too?” “Are you kidding me? The minute we walk in all eyes are on him. It’s that blond haired, sexy brown bedroom eyes look he’s got. He’s got to beat them off with a stick.” Which was the truth and Sean could see Wyatt getting angry. “He’s picky, though.”

  Wyatt looked up at Sean. “Picky?”

  “Oh yeah, he likes them young and Native American,” Sean winked and walked to the kitchen door. “I’ve got some stuff I gotta do. Just yell if you need me for anything.”

  Wyatt stood at the counter with his jaw hanging open. “Young and Native American?” Okay, he didn’t need a building to fall on his head, but come on. Preston had been an ass to him. Except for last night, which still had Wyatt confused. Wyatt shook his head clear and made sure the kitchen was spotless before heading off to do the rest of his chores. An hour later he sat on the couch in the TV room half asleep when Austin walked in with a big grin.

  “What?”

  “Hey, a bunch of us are going out to the club tonight, ya wanna co
me?” “Which one? I can’t get in you know.” Wyatt sat up and rubbed his hands over his face.

  “Gay bar up on the hill and you don’t need an ID when Sean’s with us, he knows all the bouncers. Just can’t drink, so you in?”

  Wyatt thought about it, he’d finished everything on the list - which hadn’t been as much today, thank God. Dinner was already in the fridge and just needed to be warmed. Wyatt stretched and stood up, smiling at Austin. “Sure, why not.”

  A loud crash could be heard in the garage and Austin and Wyatt looked at each other. They took off running and found a guy looking around the fire station while righting an oxygen tank that had been knocked over.

  “Hey, who are you?” Austin tilted his head. “Kurt.” Kurt extended his hand to Austin while eyeing Wyatt. “It’s my first day. Can you tell me where the chief is?”

  “Just Kurt?” Wyatt looked the guy over. Short brown hair with a slight wave at the edges, sapphire blue eyes and the guy obviously worked out.

  Kurt narrowed his eyes. “Are you checking me out? Look, I don’t do dudes, okay? That shit freaks me out.”

  Wyatt gave Kurt a sneer. “You’re not my type.”

  “It’s Kurt Maguire, and I’m everyone’s type.”

  Wyatt snorted and waved his hand in the air. “Whatever.” The chief came out and put his hand out to Kurt; Wyatt narrowed his eyes as they left together. He felt Austin’s eyes on him and shot him a glance.

  “What?” Wyatt put his hands on his hips.

  “You don’t like him.” “He’s a homophobic jerk.” Austin laughed loud and clapped Wyatt on the back. “Oh God, wait until tonight!”

  Wyatt rubbed his hands together with a gleeful grin. “Yes, that will do just fine.”

  Chapter Four

  Preston leaned back against the bar of Cuffs & Stuff Club watching the dance floor. Chaz had been watching a cute little blond for quite a while now and Preston laughed; the guy was shaking his ass, making it very obvious that he wanted Chaz to dance with him. The club was packed as always, bodies everywhere pressed tightly together. Preston had been to his share of gay clubs in Alaska, which wasn’t too many. Seattle on the other hand was brimming with gay clubs. The lights pulsed and Preston’s eyes wandered to the front door. Sean was talking to one of the bouncers and Preston saw Wyatt right behind him with Austin and another guy who didn’t look familiar.

  “Shit, Sean brought Wyatt,” Preston looked over at Chaz. “Well here’s your chance to hold him in your arms,” Chaz smiled and stood up looking around. “I think I’ll take the blond up on his offer.”

  “Wait!” Preston grabbed Chaz’s shirt. “How did you—”

  “Please,” Chaz rolled his eyes. “It’s so obvious, Dalton.”

  “Keep your clothes on,” Preston waggled his eyebrows. Chaz laughed and winked. “Rawr.” Preston looked back towards the door and saw Sean making his way over with a huge smile on his face. Preston sighed and watched the dance floor again and that’s when he saw Sebastian. He was in the back corner with a dark haired man and they weren’t talking.

  “Son of a bitch,” Preston muttered. Preston looked around to find Wyatt. He was standing across the room talking to Austin all while shooting looks his way. Preston smiled at Wyatt and he actually looked shocked. Preston had to laugh at that; he crooked his finger at Wyatt. Just watching Wyatt move across the floor had Preston’s cock hard as a rock; he tried to relax and make his boner go away.

  “Hi,” Preston smiled as Wyatt stopped in front of him. “Hi,” Wyatt looked Preston over. Hot damn the man looked good. Faded blue jeans hugged him in all the right places as did his skin-tight black T-shirt. “So, um, you want to dance?”

  “To this?” Preston smiled as the music got louder and changed beat. “Unless you can’t shake your ass,” Wyatt shrugged and walked backwards onto the dance floor, shaking his ass.

  “Oh hell,” Preston pushed away from the bar and made his way out onto the dance floor shaking his hips towards Wyatt. He made his way closer and put his hands on Wyatt’s hips, digging his fingers into them. Wyatt’s eyes widened and Preston pulled him into his chest. “Now, we can dance.”

  “Um, this isn’t dancing,” Wyatt felt Preston’s lower body brushing against his cock and fought for control. “This is more like grinding.”

  Preston smiled and released Wyatt only to get behind him and grab his hips again. He leaned over and brushed his lips over Wyatt’s ear. “Yeah? Does it bother you? It’s just dancing, Wyatt.”

  “More like fucking on the dance floor,” Wyatt mumbled. The music was blaring and he closed his eyes moving his hips to the beat, feeling Preston’s hands tight on his hips. He was more than a little turned on. Preston’s hands moved lower on his hips and Wyatt leaned back into Preston’s hard body letting his head fall back. Their bodies moved together to the beat and Wyatt felt Preston’s cheek on his own. His pulse was through the roof and he felt a warm hand sliding up his shirt, searing the skin on his side. Goose bumps popped out all over his body as Preston’s hand slid up slowly.

  Preston nuzzled Wyatt’s cheek. Wyatt’s eyes were closed as they moved to the music and Preston turned them to face the opposite side of the club. Sure enough Sebastian was still in his make-out session in the corner. “When I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes, Wyatt. Then I want you to see with your heart what I see with my eyes. You are worth so much more than you know.” Preston took a deep breath. “Open them.”

  Wyatt opened his eyes and let them adjust before he took a look around. Couples were dancing all around them and then he saw Sebastian in the corner, with a guy, kissing him like no one was around. In that moment he didn’t know whether to be upset or relieved. Then the anger kicked in. He had spent almost a year with Sebastian, putting up with his shit, listening to him whine. Wyatt felt his teeth itching in his gums and then Preston’s grip tightened on him. “That’s what you wanted me to see?”

  “He doesn’t deserve you, Wyatt, he never did. He used you, got you into trouble and then moved on to his next conquest. You deserve someone who loves you, cherishes you - don’t you see that?”

  Wyatt shook Preston loose and turned to face him. “You don’t know anything about me!”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, Wyatt, I know everything about you. So what are you going to do now? Ignore what’s right in front of your face?” Preston saw Wyatt’s skin ripple and pulled him into his chest, he lowered his mouth to Wyatt’s ear. “Keep it under control, Wyatt; pull it back. I think these people would scream if a two hundred pound wolf was suddenly in the club.”

  “I do not weigh two hundred pounds,” Wyatt had to chuckle. “I top out at one eighty. Anyway, I’m going to go over there and tell him what I think - so you can stop lecturing me now.” Wyatt looked up at Preston and smiled. “I’ll keep it in check.” Wyatt pulled away from Preston and felt the warmth leaving his body, warmth he hadn’t realized he craved

  - and that warmth was coming from Preston Dalton, a man who knew what he was and didn’t care.

  Wyatt made his way over to

  Sebastian in the corner and tapped him on the shoulder. “I don’t think we’ve met.” Wyatt put his hand out to Sebastian’s make-out partner. “I’m Wyatt Quinton, Sebastian’s ex-boyfriend, and you are?”

  “Wyatt, what are you doing here?” Sebastian led Wyatt away from his date. “I didn’t expect to see you out at the clubs.”

  “Obviously or you wouldn’t be swapping spit with some other guy,” Wyatt smiled and clapped Sebastian on the back. “I’m happy for you. You’ve moved on. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

  “Whoa, no way.” Sebastian grabbed Wyatt’s hand. “You don’t walk away from me until we talk about this. This was just me blowing off steam, I needed a warm body and that was all.”

  Wyatt laughed loud. “Yeah, well your warm body is moving on to the next warm body. Better get back to him.” Wyatt yanked his hand out of Sebastian’s and made his way to the bathroom. As soon as he opened the d
oor, he was shoved into the bathroom and pushed up against the wall. Sebastian’s breath was on his ear and the smell of alcohol and anger flooded the small space of the bathroom. “Get off of me, Sebastian.”

  “I told you, you don’t get to say when we are over, Wyatt. You made me mad, I retaliated with another guy and that’s all it was.”

  “I never knew you were so abusive, Sebastian.” Wyatt felt Sebastian’s arm across the back of his neck, he wasn’t worried about Sebastian hurting him. He was six feet tall and weighed one hundred eighty pounds. Granted Sebastian was taller and weighed more but Wyatt had been trained by his brothers-in law, he could wipe the floor with Sebastian. Plus, the whole wolf thing gave him super strength. “Get off me, this is becoming boring. I said it’s over, Sebastian. Take your ass home.”

  “I don’t think you heard me,” Sebastian growled in Wyatt’s ear. “Oh, I think he heard you just fine,” Preston slammed the bathroom door shut. “Take your fucking hands off of him right now.”

  “Walk away asshole, this doesn’t concern you.” Sebastian eased his arm off Wyatt’s neck. “This is the second time you’ve put your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

  “I’m giving you five seconds before I haul you out by your hair and make you look like an idiot. Now let go of him before I really get angry.” Preston walked towards Sebastian slowly, his hands out at his sides, fingers moving with

  anticipation.

  “Wyatt’s my boyfriend; I’ll do what I want.” Sebastian smiled and pushed away from Wyatt.

  Preston tilted his head and smiled. “That’s where you’d be wrong, Sebastian. Wyatt is mine and he’s always been mine. Now unless you want to see just how violent I can get, I’d suggest you leave right now.”

  Sebastian assessed the man in front of him, his hands were out and ready and the look in his eyes was almost feral. He didn’t like his odds. “Fine.”

  Preston stood still as Sebastian walked by him to the door. He kept his back to the door as Sebastian opened it and stepped back out into the club. Preston lowered his hands and looked at Wyatt. “Are you okay?”