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Love. I'm in love. This is what love feels like; I just know it. I want him, I need him, and he needs me too. He's cute and funny and silly. He likes the same video games I do, and I know he doesn’t give a shit about whether I'm famous or not. I just need to convince him to stay.
At this point, I don't know if he's homeless or not. It seems like he has at least a little bit of support, but I'm not impressed with it at all. I just need to find a way to convince Wren that my crew and I will be way better at taking care of him and that he should stay with us.
I decide to find out what fucking a snuggly, sleepy little Wren is like, but then the clock on my nightstand catches my eye.
Well, shit. We have to be on the tour bus and on our way to Connecticut in two hours. There’s no way Harvey will let us be late today after what happened last time, and I don't want him busting in while I’m balls-deep in my new boyfriend.
Oh please, oh please, dear god, please let Wren think we‘re boyfriends now.
Instead of fucking Wren awake, I choose to kiss him awake instead. I start with his hair and move down to his forehead. I kiss my way down his nose and across his cheek. From the giggle I hear, I achieve my goal, but I'm not ready to stop yet, so I nuzzle into his ear. I whisper, “Good morning,” and I continue down his neck.
Oops. I'm getting carried away, aren’t I? If you heard the sweet encouraging sounds Wren is making right now, you'd be getting carried away too. Well, you would be if cute, tiny little blond guys are your thing. They certainly are mine now.
All my other types have been washed away in the wake of the Wren experience.
If I were to lose him forever, I can already foresee an endless line of small, blond one-night stands that never manage to satisfy me. I hate this line of thought. It's stupid, and I'm not following it anymore. I'm definitely keeping Wren, and I'll use every trick in the book to make sure it happens.
“I'm sorry sweetheart, but we have to get up and get out of here.” I plant a huge sloppy kiss on Wren’s cheek.
His eyes finally blink open, and he gives me a grumpy little pout. “I don't have anything I need to be doing.” A massive yawn showcases his little pink tongue.
I'm about to say,“My mistake, there are no plans. Let's fuck.”But then I remember how much I don't want Harvey to bust in here, so instead I say, “Let's get showered and have breakfast.”
I squeeze Wren and sit up, taking him with me. When I get out of bed, I drag Wren along, ignoring his sleepy protests, and carry him all the way into the bathroom and stick him in the shower.
We have a little too much fun soaping each other up, and I get the best blowjob of my life out of the deal. Who knew such a small mouth could do such big things?
I don't know. Maybe Wren isn't the blowjob king of the universe, but he certainly seems that way to me.
After sucking me off, he allows me to soap up his cocklet and ass. I have to nip out of the shower for a minute because he said unless he’s absolutely gagging for it, he usually needs a bullet vibe to have an orgasm. I skid back into the shower with the bullet vibe that had gotten lost in the bed. The whole bed is soaked now, but I couldn’t give a shit about that.
I’ve forgotten all about the danger of Harvey by the time I have Wren screaming my name and coming into my hand. For the record, he’s a fucking vision.
Unfortunately, Harvey didn't forget about me.
I still have my fingers inside Wren’s ass when Harvey starts pounding on the bathroom door hard enough to make me wonder for a second if we’re having an earthquake.
“Stop fucking and get your ass out here right now, Bael.”
I ease my fingers out of Wren and give him an apology kiss before yelling, ”Wren needs clothes!”
“I'll have some for him in five minutes. Now get dressed and ready to go.”
I can hear him as he storms away and slams my door. Harvey can be a real bitch sometimes, but then again so can Travis, and I love them both anyway.
We get out of the shower, and I pull him out to the bedroom where it isn’t so steamy. I want to see every inch of him for as long as I can.
I'm in the middle of toweling Wren off when I say, “We're boyfriends now.” When Wren doesn't respond immediately, panic shoots through me and I add, “Right?”
“You want to be my boyfriend?” Wren’s shy smile eclipses my entire world, and I nod vigorously. “I'd like that very much. Yes, please.”
I let out a loud whoop, grab him by the waist, and swing him around in the air. It’s a good thing I moved us to the bedroom, because I would have bruised the hell out of both of us with this move. Then I kiss the ever-loving shit out of him.
My Wren. Mine. All mine.
“You're gonna love the tour bus. It has everything. According to Mel, it's even going to have Elvis, because that slut is planning on moving the kitchen fan and hanging it on the wall. Not that I believe in Elvis or anything.”
Wren is mid-laugh when he stops dead in his tracks. “I can't go on the tour bus with you. I need to get back to Kai and everyone else before they freak out.”
