An Ignited Passion

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  Wyatt kissed Preston’s neck and followed the rapid pulse up to his ear. “You were fantastic,” he breathed into Preston’s ear.

  Preston shivered as Wyatt’s lips brushed his ear seductively. “Although you have nothing to compare it to, I will take that as a compliment. You will be my first as well, Wyatt.”

  Wyatt felt his cheeks heating and hid in the crook of Preston’s neck. “What if I can’t, you know, please you?” “I don’t think that’s possible, Wyatt,” Preston pulled Wyatt on top of him and took Wyatt’s face in his hands. “I don’t think you could be bad at it, you are so full of passion.” Preston brought Wyatt’s lips to his own and gave him a slow sensual good morning kiss. Their hot breaths mingled as their lower bodies ground into each other; Preston wanted to go for round two already. “How about tonight I take you out to dinner and a movie and then we can meet the guys at the club?”

  “Gay or straight club?” Preston thought about it, it was Saturday which meant it would be straight night. “Straight, I owe Sean, but I think he’ll have a date.”

  Wyatt laid his head on Preston’s chest listening to his heartbeat. “Okay, will you tell me all about yourself at dinner? Where you were born, what your childhood was like?”

  “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, Wyatt, we are together now,” Preston looked into Wyatt’s eyes. “We are together, aren’t we?”

  Wyatt let out a sigh of relief. “I want to be.”

  “Then we are.”

  ~~~ They spent the day together. Preston stopped in at the firehouse to do some checks and then they were off to the beach. They walked hand in hand and Preston watched Wyatt’s face as he talked. Wyatt was so happy he actually glowed. Preston chewed his lip in thought; how was he going to tell Wyatt the truth about himself? How would he explain that he’d known since the age of thirteen that Wyatt was his? Since that fateful day of the meetings between packs, Preston had known little Wyatt was his. Even though Xander and Grayson had been right there with Wyatt, he’d known which one his mate was. It had never been in question. He’d realized it right there and then. When Carson had come for Dakota, Preston snuck in the back of the truck, found Wyatt in the woods and covered him with his own scent.

  Even before he’d bent the rules of the pack, his life hadn’t been easy. His parents had been cruel when he had come out, threatened to disown him unless he went to see a shrink. With Tucker and Wesley by his side they all left their homes and immersed themselves into pack life. They attended school and all three had graduated from high school and gone on to college. Although Preston

  understood the call of one’s mate, after how his parents had treated him he needed to know without a doubt that Wyatt loved him for who he was, not just because they were mates. Preston was startled out of his thoughts by Wyatt’s smooth sexy voice.

  “Are you thinking about sex with me?” Wyatt grinned. Preston chuckled and pulled Wyatt around to face him. “That’s not all I want from you Wyatt.” Preston’s hand caressed Wyatt’s face, the pad of his thumb moved over Wyatt’s full lips. “I love everything about you, the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up.” Preston leaned in to kiss Wyatt, his fingers caressing the side of Wyatt’s neck in a gentle rhythm. He had never kissed anyone before Wyatt. He wanted Wyatt to be his first everything. Their lips flowed over one another and Preston sighed in Wyatt’s mouth. Preston broke the kiss and looked into deep green pools; Wyatt’s eyes were wet. “What is it?”

  “I’ve never been kissed like that,” Wyatt whispered. “It’s like everything you’re feeling is being transferred to me and it’s so overwhelming with emotion.” Wyatt took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can feel how much you love me.” Wyatt looked up into Preston’s eyes. “It’s like we’ve known each other forever.”

  Preston smiled and took Wyatt’s hand. They continued walking down the beach, arms swinging. “I feel the same way.”

  ~~~

  After stopping at the apartment to change, Preston took Wyatt to Palisade Restaurant on Elliot Bay. They sat in the corner bathed only in candlelight. Wyatt was drinking his sparkling cider while his eyes looked over Preston’s body in his casual button up shirt. The biceps flexed with each and every tiny movement and Wyatt felt his dick getting hard just watching Preston twirl a breadstick between his fingers. When he looked up and met Preston’s eyes he could see the desire within them. Wyatt swallowed hard and licked his lips nervously.

  “So, um, where did you grow up?” Wyatt asked. Preston sat back and bit into his breadstick. He chewed and smiled at Wyatt who was nervously playing with his fork. “I grew up in Sterling, Alaska. My dad was in the Air Force and when I came out at twelve,” Preston shrugged. “Let’s just say he was less than thrilled to have a fag for a son. I left, they never came looking. I and two other guys I hung out with took off to Anchorage and we ran into some other guys who were kind of in the same boat. I finished school in Anchorage and went on to college. I sent my parents my diploma with a note that said,” Preston lowered his voice and looked around the crowded restaurant, “I did it without you, assholes.” Preston smiled thinking about it. “I spent so much time hating them for abandoning me, betraying me and then one day I just realized that I didn’t care anymore. I could do everything on my own.”

  Wyatt smiled and took Preston’s hand; his heart ached for him. He’d never had a problem coming out. Hell, his dad was blessed with four gay sons and hadn’t even batted an eyelash. “I’m so sorry they were stupid. You have me now. You don’t have to do anything on your own.” Wyatt thought about Preston, alone in Alaska, with no one to love him or hold him and the anger grew inside him so fast he knocked his glass of water over. “Crap,” Wyatt whispered. He took his napkin and tried to sop up the water on the tablecloth. He felt Preston’s hand slide over his own and looked up.

  “It’s okay, it made me stronger, Wyatt, but you’re right. I’m not alone anymore.” Preston squeezed Wyatt’s hand.

  “Did you always want to be a firefighter?” “Yes, my first toy was a fire truck. I played with it all the time. I used to make little fires and then put them out.” Preston sat back thinking about the fire he had started in the back yard before he had been kicked out. It had gotten bigger than he had expected and he’d kept his cool and gotten it out before anyone knew it even started. Wyatt had been quiet and Preston looked up to see him smiling at him. “What?”

  “My first toy was a fire truck, too,” Wyatt smiled.

  “Did you want to be a fireman?”

  “I think I always did, because of what I am I could be of use you know? Lift stuff.”

  “Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?” Preston smiled.

  “Isn’t that Batman?” Wyatt laughed softly.

  Preston pointed at Wyatt with his breadstick. “That’s Superman.” “Whatever,” Wyatt laughed and sipped his cider. “Does it bother you that I’m younger?”

  “Nope,” Preston shook his head. “I love the fact that I have a young stud for a boyfriend.”

  Wyatt blushed and gave Preston his best seductive smile. “Well, I’ll show you just how long I can last later.”

  Preston was mid-sip when he coughed, inhaling water. His eyes went wide as Wyatt’s tongue did a slow sweep of his lips and then the breadstick was sliding in and out of his mouth. “Stop that.” Preston looked around the

  restaurant. “Jesus, Wyatt.” Preston grabbed at his dick trying to rearrange himself.

  “So, movies?”

  ~~~ If Preston thought the restaurant was bad, the movie theatre was worse. They sat way in the back and their hands would bump each time they reached for the popcorn. After the fourth or fifth time Wyatt grabbed at his cock and then they were making out in the theatre, movie long forgotten. The armrest was in the way and they got tangled up in each other’s limbs, pulling and grabbing at each other. Preston had never been so damn turned on his whole life. He was aware that they were moaning loudly and the movie wasn’t covering t
heir moans and sighs.

  Finally Preston detached Wyatt from him and they continued their make-out fest in the car. Wyatt straddled him in the seat and Preston reclined it all the way back. The Jeep was rocking as Wyatt dry humped him. Their pants unbuttoned, Wyatt slid his dick over Preston’s in a long, slow drag that had them both moaning. Preston had a grip on the roll bar and his knuckles turned white when Wyatt switched up the pace; in one quick movement Wyatt inched down Preston’s body and started sucking on his cock.

  “Holy shit!” Preston’s hips bucked and the horn went off from Wyatt’s ass hitting it. They both broke out in hilarious fits of laughter and Preston dragged Wyatt up to his mouth for a kiss. “How about we try that when we get home?”

  Wyatt wiped his mouth, and smiled with a wink. “Okay.”

  Chapter Seven

  The parking lot of the club was packed and Preston took Wyatt’s hand as they entered the building. They were stopped by Jesse, one of the bouncers, and Preston smiled when Jesse gave him a knowing wink and waved them through. Sean was at the bar with Olivia and Austin. They all waved when Preston walked over to them holding Wyatt’s hand. The music changed immediately as the DJ spotted them and Preston waved at him giving him the thumbs up.

  Preston crooked his finger at Wyatt. “Let’s go shake our asses.” Wyatt was pulled into Preston’s embrace. Juvenile’s “Back That Ass Up” played loud through the speakers and the lights were flashing red and white. The dance floor was packed and Wyatt leaned his back into Preston’s chest; his arms wrapped around Preston’s neck and Wyatt threaded his fingers together. Preston’s hands ran down his sides and across his stomach. Wyatt felt a shiver run down his spine as Preston’s fingers hooked into the loops on the front of his jeans. They moved to the beat and Wyatt ground his ass into Preston’s hard cock.

  The club faded away as Wyatt moved to the beat with Preston, he tilted his head and found Preston’s warm lips waiting for him. Preston’s hand moved under his shirt caressing his stomach and Wyatt groaned into Preston’s mouth. Wyatt opened his mouth and Preston’s tongue slid inside, they kissed slowly and Wyatt was ready to cum screaming on the dance floor. The music changed and Wyatt was brought out of his seduction with a start, more of the guys from the firehouse showed up and the DJ was playing their song.

  The whole club was shouting, “Up in here!” as the firemen lined up to do their dance. Wyatt stood with Olivia watching the guys shake their hips. Preston watched him the whole time, his hips rolled in a slow circle as he flexed his biceps. Wyatt’s cock was so hard he could have cut glass with it. He wanted to make love to Preston more than he wanted anything else. When the dance was over Preston jogged over and picked Wyatt up, kissing him.

  “Did you like it?” Preston put Wyatt down and kissed his cheek.

  “I loved it, I always do. You look so sexy when you do that.”

  “I’ll give you a private show later,” Preston waggled his eyebrows. Just one look from Preston had Wyatt’s dick screaming in his pants. How he could have ever thought Sebastian was the one for him was ridiculous. Wyatt threw his arms around Preston’s neck and kissed him. “I want you to come home with me for my birthday, can you?”

  Preston nodded and ran his fingers through Wyatt’s hair. “You bet yer cute sweet ass.”

  ~~ The table was filled with firemen and Olivia sat on Sean’s lap. Wyatt was happy she had finally found someone. Sean was a good guy, respected women and wasn’t the kind to stray; he was perfect. Wyatt sat next to Preston holding his hand. They were retelling the stories of Wyatt’s first days at the firehouse. Wyatt made a face and pinched Preston’s ass.

  “You were so mean to me.” “It’s because I cared what happened to you.” Preston kissed Wyatt’s forehead. Suddenly, Preston was pushed forward into Wyatt’s chair, knocking him over. Within seconds there was a wall of firemen in front of Preston and Wyatt. Two men were sneering at Wyatt on the floor.

  “This is the straight bar, didn’t you get the memo?” one of them said. Preston felt the anger rising and his muscles rippled, he pushed through the wall of firemen and shoved the asshole who had spoken with one hand. “Yeah it is. The gay bar’s down the street. Make your way over there.”

  Preston saw Jesse making his way over and smiled at the two men. “Nice meeting you guys, have a nice night.” Preston turned and extended his hand to Wyatt, pulling him up. “I think we need a drink guys, huh?” Preston stood in front of his firemen brothers and tried to calm them down. “Come on guys, they aren’t worth it.” Preston heard the grunts from his guys and smiled; they were a family, loyal to the end. Preston helped Wyatt back into his chair and kissed his

  forehead. “I’ll be right back, babe.”

  Wyatt sat at the table and smiled at Austin; he was nervously looking around. “What’s wrong?”

  Austin leaned into Wyatt’s ear. “Is that Tucker guy gay?”

  Wyatt smiled and took Austin’s hand. “Yes he is, why?” “He didn’t hit on me or anything. I just got the impression that he was.” Austin looked around and lowered his voice. “I’m kind of freaking out here.”

  “Why?” “I,” Austin peeked around again, “I got a little embarrassed when people thought he was my boyfriend. I didn’t say anything mean, you know? Just that I was straight, but I think I might have hurt his feelings,” Austin said.

  “Look, one of my brother-in-law’s best friends was straight. He only had sex with women. It only took one look at my Uncle Mark and he was in love,” Wyatt smiled. Josh was Sam’s best friend and Wyatt had gotten into the habit of calling them all ‘uncle.’ “So it can happen you know? The right guy comes along and you never knew you could be attracted to a man and then you are. We’re all human, Austin. Don’t stop hanging out with him if you truly enjoy his company, what other people assume isn’t your problem.”

  “Does it ever bother you? The things people say, the names they call you?” Austin asked.

  Wyatt looked at Preston coming back with a drink and he felt his heart pounding. “No, because once you find the other half of yourself, nothing bothers you anymore. It’s just words from people who are too closed minded to see that love exists no matter who you are or what sex you are.”

  “Thanks, Wyatt,” Austin blushed. “I think I’ll call Tucker then, he asked if I wanted to go see a movie sometime and I said I’d get back to him. He was real nice about it, too, said he’d understand if that felt weird.”

  “Just give it a chance, if nothing else you’ll end up with a really good friend,” Wyatt smiled as Preston came back and pulled him into his lap. “How did it go at the bar?”

  “Easy, we come here all the time. I don’t know who they thought they were,” Preston chuckled and kissed Wyatt’s nose.

  “I want to go home, can we?” Preston saw that look in Wyatt’s eyes and knew it meant his engines were revving up. His cock was hard in seconds. “Yup.”

  ~~~ The front door slammed into the wall as Preston entered the apartment with Wyatt, he kicked it shut all while keeping his lips firmly planted on his mate’s. Their clothes were being discarded and Preston was tripping all while hopping down the hallway, one pant leg down, one shoe off. They landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs desperately trying to get their remaining clothing off.

  Wyatt’s lips and tongue were all over him and Preston white knuckled the comforter as Wyatt’s teeth bit his hip bone. “Oh fuck….Wyatt…” Warm hands slid up his sides leaving goose bumps behind and then Preston felt Wyatt’s mouth on his cock. His hips arched and he moaned, trying to keep his lupine side in check. Long licks and a twirling tongue had Preston breathing like he had run a marathon. Wyatt was licking his dick like an ice cream cone.

  “I want you to cum in my mouth.” Wyatt kept his eyes on Preston as his tongue slid up the length of Preston’s engorged cock. It was a good-sized dick. Wyatt tried to figure out how he was going to fit it all in his mouth. He had no idea what he was doing. He tried to do what he’d seen in porn movies, he grippe
d the base and stroked, while his mouth sucked on the leaking tip. A hot, salty flavor tantalized his taste buds and Wyatt sucked harder trying to get out more of the taste he was craving. Preston’s hips were bucking and Wyatt felt the dick in his mouth pulsing. He closed his eyes and sucked harder, stroking faster. The burst of flavor hit his tongue and he groaned taking in Preston’s release; it flowed over his tongue sending a sensation straight to his cock. Wyatt grabbed the lube and covered his fingers and cock with it. He leaned over and looked into Preston’s wide eyes. “Ready?”

  “Uh huh,” Preston licked his lips and Wyatt’s mouth covered his. Wyatt devoured him as his fingers breached his chute. The warmth was immediate and his spine tingled as Wyatt’s fingers stretched him, rubbed him in the spot that made his fingers grip the comforter and his ass clench around the fingers. Preston could sense Wyatt’s hesitation and arousal at the same time. He opened his eyes and looked at Wyatt’s lupine eyes. “Make love to me, Wyatt,” he whispered.

  “You sure?” Wyatt held the base of his cock at Preston’s opening. Preston nodded and Wyatt lined himself up and pushed in to the crown. Preston’s eyes went wide and Wyatt stopped and waited. The urge to cum hit so strongly that Wyatt started reciting the alphabet in his head. A voice broke through his alphabet;

  Preston’s voice was in his head. Wyatt’s brow furrowed and he heard it again. Oh my God, oh my God. Wyatt’s eyes flew open and he looked at Preston on the bed, his eyes were closed and his breathing was uneven. “Did you say something?”

  Preston blinked. Oh shit. “Yes, I said ‘oh my God.’” Wyatt smiled and pushed in slowly. His back was rippling, the muscles tensing, ready to shift and Wyatt took a deep breath and reeled it back. Preston’s ass was warm and inviting. Wyatt slid in like butter, his thighs were flush with Preston’s and he leaned over and ran his tongue across Preston’s lips. Their mouths opened and they settled into a lazy sensual kiss as Wyatt drew back slowly. He was making love for the first time in his life and he wanted it to last forever. Well, longer than five seconds. Each in-stroke had his arms shaking and Preston moaning, the heat surrounding his cock was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Being inside Preston was an experience he would never forget. They moved together perfectly, they were meant to be and Wyatt knew it.