Sexual content warning, chapter might be leaning a bit toward M territory so feel free to skip the last part if you aren't comfortable with it.

I apologize with the short length, this honestly feels more like chapter 37.5 than chapter 38 but oh well, I had some writers block in regards to the scene in the piercing shop and really just wanted to get chapter 37 finished and published, meaning this is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written. Hopefully it reads alright.

Thanks again to my Guest reviewers, I honestly didn't realize anyone other than Inyo was still actually reading this story. I will ship Kyatt until the day I die and I love the idea of turning other people onto the fandom, haha.

Excitement filled my chest as Wyatt walked arm in arm with me into the small building, suddenly able to see the true beauty that florescent lighting could reveal. I hadn't had any desire for a tattoo or another piercing until today and even having Wyatt pierce my ear for me was a heat of the moment decision that I simply didn't end up regretting.

"Do you know what you want?" He asked me, wrapping himself around my arm and leaning into my shoulder.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Something that'll make my dad judge me?"

We both giggled, falling into each other until our foreheads touched gently.

"You could get your tongue pierced."

"My breath probably smells like dick right now." I attempted to chuckle quietly. "Even if it doesn't, it definitely smells like alcohol, no one is gonna pierce me if they know I've been drinking."

"What about nipples?"

I made a face like I had just eaten something sour, shuttering slightly.

"Pass." I had a high pain tolerance, but maybe not that high.

"Probably a good call, if you pierced them I would need to wait for them to heal before I could play with them again."

I elbowed him, using every ounce of strength I had to keep a straight face. There was only one person currently working and she was already looking at us questionably, the last thing we needed was to have unnecessary attention drawn to us. We would get kicked out.

Looking through the glass cases of jewelry, I gradually made my way through all of my options. I should avoid anything on my face due to the risk of being caught with alcohol on my breath; common courtesy also told me it would be rude to have someone that close to my mouth when I had a dick in it less than twenty minutes ago. The problem was that outside of my ears there weren't a lot of other options.

"What about my navel?" I asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. "I could pull that off, right?"

He smirked at me, letting out a mild snort in the form of an exhale.

"You really do have no shame, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Kai, that's probably the gayest piercing you could possibly pick."

I didn't understand what he meant.

"Why? I see people with their navels pierced all the time."

"Yeah, women." He eyed me playfully. "I mean, I'm not claiming you couldn't pull it off. You have a great body." He blushed. "I mean… you have a really great body."

"Did you just manage to turn yourself on?" I smirked.

Now it was him who elbowed me, wrapping an arm around my waist as we approached the counter, not even nervous about the possibility of being caught with fake ID's.

"I want to get my navel pierced." I said somewhat shyly, keeping my bangs over my face in an attempt to hide the fact that I was clearly a teenager.

The worker looked at me, raising a ringed eyebrow and blowing a large pink bubble with her gum, popping it with her tongue.

Not even bothering to ask me for my ID, she waved me over to a black chair that looked like what you would sit on at the dentists office, having me lift my shirt and lean back into whatever position I was the most comfortable.

It didn't even hurt.

Xxx

I held Wyatt's hand as we walked alone back to the hotel, the shirt I had borrowed from him now tied up into a crop top so that I could air my stomach out.

"You know," He smiled. "I was apprehensive at first, but you look great."

Pulling him closer to me, I nuzzled my head to his shoulder while we walked, taking a moment to enjoy the fluttering feeling that had made its way into my stomach.

It had been a crazy night… I had smoked from a bong the first time, done Molly, gone to a club… and I had gone down on him. In a way I felt as though I lost part of my virginity tonight, a small weight now off of my shoulders.

"I wanna ask you a question." I smirked. "But I'm not sure if it's too personal or not."

"You can ask me anything."

I blushed, side eyeing him shyly.

"Did you seriously befriend Avery after he asked you to blow him?"

Wyatt began laughing hysterically, stopping in order to clutch his stomach.

"Oh, man… I wish you would have been there. We were only freshmen, he knocked on my door one day as red as a beet and practically begged me to do it!"

"So why didn't you?"

He paused, taking a moment to look at me.

"Are you asking why I didn't give Avery a blow job?"

"I mean, you had a reputation, and you said yourself that you liked doing it. Does he just really gross you out or something?"

He blushed slightly, hiding behind a thin smirk.

"I was dating someone at the time..." He admitted. "Just… not publicly."

I stayed silent for a moment, taking in what he had said. I almost never asked Wyatt anything about himself, digging myself into a hole deep enough where I hadn't even known his birthday. I had spent so many years hiding my past from everyone that I had never learned how to talk about myself and now that I was, I was concluding that I had also never learned how to listen.

"You mean the guy from your old school?"

"Blake? Definitely not. Although I guess if you think about it both relationships ended the same."

"What do you mean?"

I had pocketed my hands, walking closely to him so that our elbows brushed together.

"Guys are easy to draw in with the promise of sex… it doesn't mean they won't regret it after, though."

"You slept with him?"

He gave a sarcastic laugh, a wide smile now filling his previously shy face.

"No, I did go down on him, though." He giggled. "Actually, it was pretty impressive, guy was huge. I think he was worried people would find out that he let a guy give him head, though… he changed after that."

"How so?"

"Cornering me in hallways in order to call me a fag, accusing me of hitting on him..." Another pause. "He tried to start a petition in order to keep me out of the locker room. Actually, before all of the bullying started I hadn't been sure if I would want to study abroad someday like my sister or not, after all that I wanted to get away, though."

I wished I had an answer for him, instead staying silent and hoping he at least knew I was listening. I wasn't sure I could even imagine the things he had gone through while figuring himself out. I had my own past, sure… but to finally feel like you had yourself figured out and be repeatedly put down for it, even after changing schools…

"You're a lot braver than me." I said. "I'm not sure I could handle that."

"You get bullied here all the time." He reminded me. "You handle it pretty well."

"On the outside..."

The truth was, the things our classmates said did get to me. Rumors were easy enough to brush off, but the homophobic comments, well…

The names they called me and the things they said were all true.

They stung to hear.

Now awkwardly quiet, we continued to walk, looking up at the stars while I continued my jumbled mess of internal dialogue. Wyatt had become my strength, staying by my side as I moved forward from the past I never thought I would beat. Faster than I could think, he had made himself into my everything.

I had fallen in love with him.

Xxx

Our hotel room was still empty when we made it back, meaning that everyone else was still out partying. Right now it was just us, alone once more.

Smiling shyly at me, Wyatt took hold of my hand, leading me to one of the untouched beds and pushing me down gently by my shoulders before leaning in and kissing my neck, tongue making a trail of saliva across my skin.

"Take your cock out." He whispered in my ear.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up as though an ice cube had touched me, my entire body quivering at his touch.

"You never got to finish." I reminded him. "When we were outside. I had to stop."

"It's alright." He said, attempting to comfort me. "You did fine. I liked it."

Repositioning himself, he set a hand on my chest, pushing me gently onto my back.

"I'm sorry I'm no good."

"You're trying to do something to me that you've never had done to you before, it's hard to get the feel on how to do it." He tugged at my belt, pulling it off before unbuttoning my pants and slipping me out of them, bringing my underwear down with them. "Besides, I didn't actually get a good look at you last time."

Interlacing his fingers with mine, he licked down my stomach and to my waist, running his tongue along just about everything except what I wanted him to.
"Now you're just teasing me." I said, trying to focus on my breathing.

"I need to at least get you a little hot and bothered first."

I was plenty fucking hot and bothered.

"I hate you."

That was a lie.

Wyatt giggled, apparently enjoying the way I responded to his teasing. Running his hand down my hip, he touched me, smirking at the gasp that escaped me before wrapping his lips around what was currently by far the most sensitive part of my body.

I couldn't stop myself from moaning, even though I was attempting to be quiet, causing a shy sounding squeak to escape me. His mouth was warm and damp and his tongue was moving gently along the tip of my cock, exploring everything.

Fuck…

He was good.

He was really fucking good.

I took that hand that wasn't holding his and grabbed onto a section of his hair, trying not to pull it too hard.

"You're really good at that..." I managed to let out quietly in between the other noises that I was currently making. He didn't answer me, instead taking me deeper into his mouth until I was touching the back of his throat. "You need to stop." I said. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you don't stop."

Taking his lips off of me, he met my eyes slyly.

"Yeah, that's kind of what I'm going for."

"In that case, please stop talking."

I wanted him to keep going, hardly able to even handle the seconds that he had stopped in order to speak to me.

"Make me." He smiled.

He moved his tongue around my bare skin, taking a moment to continue teasing me before taking it back in his mouth, he moved his tongue gently in a circle. A circle that I could feel every fucking turn of.

He wants me to finish in his mouth…

The thought sent me over the edge.

Unable to contain any form of indoor voice as I squirmed in his grasp, I moaned loudly. Very loudly.

"Wyatt…" I grunted, panting and hitting the back of my head to the mattress. "Fuck..."

My entire body shuttered violently as I clutched tightly to his hair.

I don't think I had ever cum that hard before…

He lay his head down on my stomach, wiping his mouth off and sighing deeply as he wrapped his arms around my torso.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." He said quietly.

Probably not as long as I had wanted him to do it.

"So why didn't you do it sooner?" I smirked, half joking.

He wasn't able to answer me, our conversation interrupted by the sound of giggles and shushing that came from the hallway.

"Did Kai cum yet?" Avery chuckled from behind the door. "Henri needs to use the bathroom."

"Did you not hear him moan out Wyatt's name?" Emile responded to him. "He definitely came."

"Put your dick away so we can come in!"

Immediately my face heated intensely, eyes now wide in a mix of shock and absolute horror.

"Were they outside the door that entire time!?" I mumbled less than quietly.

Fixing my pants so that I was no longer on full display, I pulled the tightly tucked bed sheets up, getting under them and pulling them over my head.

I had no where else to hide from my shame as the sound of a key card sliding through the door filled my ears, quickly replaced by loud laughter and sly giggling.

"Dammit, Wyatt!" Avery laughed. "I called dibs on that bed! See, my suitcase it even on it! Now it had Kai's spunk all over it!"

I could feel the weight lift next to me as he moved his things, clearly not planning on arguing over who got this bed tonight.

"I hope you at least swallowed!"

He did, but that wasn't any of their business.