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Chapter 10
Bael
What do I do now?
Wren seems so certain about not being homeless that it's hard not to believe him. But the shape he was in when I found him couldn't have come from a day or two of neglect. Even I’m smart enough to figure that out.
I don't know how a person with enough money to live in such an expensive apartment complex could get so neglected, but I do know how it feels to be homeless and how hard it can be to admit you need help.
Wren really doesn’t seem like a liar though. Maybe the apartment belongs to Kai? Wren had mentioned something about living with him.
“How long has Kai been gone?” I ask Wren. We're playing video games in my room because I don't know what else to do. Wren is really good at gaming, and I'm loving every minute of it. It would be a lot more fun though if I wasn't so worried about him.
“About two weeks.”
“Two weeks! How did you survive on your own for two weeks? It’s getting cold outside!”
“It hasn’t been that bad. Kai left the heat on at a decent level. At least I think he did. I don’t remember getting cold.”
“So Kai didn’t kick you out to fend for yourself while he was gone?”
Wren snorts, “Please. Kai would never. I wouldn’t survive that long on my own. If he came back and found me dead, he’d be so pissed he’d probably dig me up and make me do laundry or something.”
This Kai guy is really starting to get on my nerves. He sounds incredibly proprietary for someone who ditched Wren for weeks and let him get into such trouble.
“You don't have to stay with Kai anymore. We’ll take care of you.”
Wren turns his attention from the screen to look at me. “It's okay. Other than the past few weeks, everything has been great. Besides, you're part of a band. You can't be dragging me around with you everywhere you go.”
“I can, though.” I can pretty much do anything I want. Just because I've never taken advantage of that doesn't mean I won't, and my brain just gave me the best idea ever. “We can get a second tour bus just for me and you.”
See? Best. Idea. Ever.
The controller falls out of Wren’s hands. “Just for us?” His voice shakes a little and he looks down shyly.
The blush spreading across his face gives me the courage to do what I’ve been wanting to do since he first woke up in the clinic. I lift his chin until his eyes flick up to meet my gaze, and slowly, oh so painfully slowly, I inch down to meet his lips with mine. His mouth is soft and sweet, and his gasp of surprise makes my heart flutter.
“I really like you, Wren,” I say when I pull away. I don’t want to pressure him, but he should know how I feel.
“I…” Wren takes a deep breath and glares fiercely down at his hands like he’s steeling himself for something big. “I’m trans. I’m really proud of it, too, but I just didn’t think it was necessary to tell you until now.” His eyes flick to mine before darting back down again. “And I'll tell you how I feel about you once you tell me how you feel about that.”
“I’m cis,” I say. “And I like hearts, not parts.” Because I’m a little too eager, I rush to add, “I'm really into your parts, though. Whatever they might be. I mean, no pressure. You don't have to ever show them to me if you don't want to. I just like being around you—oof!” I don't get to say anymore because Wren throws his tiny body at me.
“I really, really like you too, Bael. So fucking much.” Wren says, and then his sweet little mouth is on mine. The TV screen is flashing an aggressivegame overmessage because we both got the shit killed out of our characters when we stopped paying attention to the game.
Would you be able to pay attention to a stupid game if you had a wiggly, willing Wren in your lap?
I think the fuck not.
I’m not able to let Wren control the kiss for long. He’s just too tempting. My hand goes to the back of his neck, and I grip it firmly so he can’t get away. Sorry, baby, you started this game, and now I get to finish it. My other hand goes to the small of his back and I pull him in until his spine makes a perfect curve and his stomach is pressed tightly against me.
I fuck his mouth with mine, making promises of what I plan on doing to him as soon as he gives the okay. Wren’s hands are gripping my hair, and he writhes against me, making the cutest little gasping noises.
Oh yeah, it’s time for the consent talk so I can rip off the little shirt he stole from me and turned into a dress. I can get him a new one if he wants. We gotta do the talking thing now before I forget that I’m a good guy.
It takes more than a little willpower to get myself to stop, and even more than that when I have to convince myself to pull away from Wren. His eyes are large and confused when I finally manage it.
I’m not great with talking when I’m in a hurry, so I blurt out, “So you’ll leave Kai and come and live with me?”
