Wild Dog (mxm) (Rever series 4)

Wild Dog 11

Is he a two towel kind of guy, or is that the only towel he's using at the moment? 

He needed to drag his mind right out of the gutter. 

Fantasizing about something that's not yours, while literally on a phone call with him. 

Wyatt honestly felt as if he were sinking lower and lower with each passing second. 

"Pretty good. Ravi has a bad cold, though, but it turns out that the doctor I called over was actually cousins with the guy who gave him that scarf he brought home the other night. It was kind of a weird situation at first, but Ravi kind of forced him to stay over, so they're sleeping in the living room right now," he said, then took an awkward breath, not having realized that he'd totally just said all of that in a single go. 

Blake took a few moments to process his words as the towel he was holding against his wet hair slowed to a stop. When he finally seemed to put together what he'd said, he gave a quiet chuckle and set the towel down in front of him, likely on the bathroom counter. 

"Sounds like things have at least been interesting since I've left." 

Not as interesting as they could have been if you hadn't. 

Wyatt gave him a nervous smile and then realized something that turned his cheeks a faint pink color. 

I'm literally lying on my bed in messy clothes, with messy hair, while on a video call with someone I'd kind of like to impress. 

Not just kind of, either. 

"You look really cute, sir." 

Blinking out of his panicking mind, Wyatt frowned slightly at Blake's words as he tilted his head, going back over what the man had said a moment ago. He really had just called him cute. He was one of the strictest, most sought-after dominants in town. People just didn't call him cute. 

Rolling over onto his back, he lifted his phone above his head as a smile snuck onto his face. 

"Says the adorable man staring at me without a shirt on." 

Those words seemed to make Blake realize that he was, indeed, standing in front of his phone's camera without a shirt on. He had no doubt that there was likely nothing lower, either, but he wasn't going to say anything along those lines. 

When he noticed Blake blush and walk out of the little room he was in, he felt his heart twist a little in his chest. 

I didn't mean it in a negative way. 

Of course he hadn't, but it was no surprise that his words made Blake nervous enough to seek out something to wear. He wanted to tell him that he didn't need to put a single thing on, and his other half would have been more than happy if the camera went a bit lower, even, but he definitely wasn't going to say that! So, he kept all of his words to himself and waited as Blake set his phone down on the bed, then went about getting dressed. Considering how long it took him, he definitely figured that his previous hunch had been correct. 

He hadn't been wearing any clothing. 

When Blake finally walked back over to the bed and picked his phone up, Wyatt propped himself up slightly on one arm so that he could stare down at his phone. Just from the few glimpses he'd gotten of the room, it was obvious that he was in a hotel. 

You could be in my room right now instead, though...

When Blake fell backwards onto the bed, Wyatt couldn't help but laugh a little as he got a good view of the ceiling again. As the phone was turned back around, he couldn't help but noticw what Blake had decided to put on.