Scott

“Wren…stop,” Scott moaned, subconsciously arching his neck. “I told you last night, I have to work today…”

Wren’s response was to pull Scott tighter to his chest and deepen the kisses on his neck.

Scott half chuckled half moaned. “Please.” He knew he wasn’t strong enough to resist this man.

“Mmm,” Wren groaned huskily in Scott’s ear, “I like it when you beg.”

When Scott met Wren in the nightclub Wren owned, he’d thought the ‘quickie’ they had in Wren’s office would be the end of it. But Wren had surprised Scott by saying five little words, “take me home with you,” and Scott hadn’t been able to find a reason to deny the request. Three days later, Wren had yet to leave, and Scott didn’t want him to either.

The connection Scott felt to Wren was an instant thing—it was intense—something he’d never felt before in his lonely life. Scott had been on his own since he was eighteen, and for the five years that followed. He’d lived in various places between England, Scotland, and Wales, choosing to move every six months or so—he called it his “six-month itch.” He’d never felt “right” in any of the previous places, but after only a few days of living in Salisbury had he finally felt like he’d found his home. Getting the librarian job also helped.

“Hey,” Wren’s deep voice broke through Scott’s thoughts, “are you okay; you’re looking a little…pale?”

Scott hadn’t realised Wren had moved him; he was now laid on his back with Wren’s large body hovering above him.

“Scott…?” Wren spoke softly, as he stroked the side of Scott’s face, but Scott could hear the worry.

Scott’s first thought was to tell him the truth…that even though he’d woken up feeling elated by the fact that Wren was still in his bed, something was niggling at him in the back of his mind—thinking about his move to Salisbury seemed to have intensified his worry, Something’s going to happen to me…today…I just don’t know what.

“I’m fine.” Scott decided to lie, figuring the truth would likely freak Wren out. “I’m gonna jump in the shower.” He manoeuvred himself from beneath Wren. “I don’t wanna be late for work.”

Scott had hoped his shower would somehow wash away the anxious feeling churning inside his gut, but when he walked back into his bedroom—Wren was now sitting up, resting against the headboard—he felt his anxiety heighten again. Something was definitely going to happen to me today!

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? I mean, you’re still gorgeous,” Wren grinned, as he climbed out of Scott’s bed, showcasing his beautiful, olive toned, naked body, “but you’re also still a little pale.” Wren’s hand brushed through the wet strands of Scott’s hair—his hair touched his shoulders when it was wet.

“What are your plans for today?” Scott asked suddenly, doing a terrible job of covertly changing the subject.

Wren’s smirk told Scott his tactic hadn’t worked, but the man was kind enough to reply. “I have to check in with my employees—I don’t usually take the whole weekend off…”

“Oh, right, of course…” Scott looked down at his feet, as he felt a blush creep up his neck, and to his cheeks, “…I kinda hogged all of your attention this weekend, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.” Wren’s fingers gently touched underneath Scott’s chin, nudging his face upwards until their eyes met. “Spending a whole weekend with someone is unusual for me, Scott. But I couldn’t seem to tear myself away from you.” Wren’s eyes burned into his…Did Wren feel the same connection to me as I did to him? “Can I come over again…tonight?” Wren asked. “We could go out, get some dinner, maybe go to the cinema… I know we’re kinda doing this backwards, but…would you like to go on a date with me?”

Listening to the sexy, confident man stumble over his words was endearing to Scott. He was in full agreement with all those things but couldn’t fully enjoy the moment; his gut was still churning. Something’s going to happen to me today, His brain reminded him.

“Scott…did you hear what I just said?”

Scott blinked rapidly. Realising he was messing the moment up, he looked away from Wren. He’d been alone for too long…it had only been three days, but Wren seemed special…maybe even “the one.” Which was completely absurd, but Scott couldn’t hide from his feelings; he liked Wren, a lot. “Yes,” Scott said, looking up at Wren with a shy smile. “Going out on a date sounds great.” Whatever happened today that was causing the uneasy feeling, he’d handle it…Scott didn’t want to be alone anymore. “I should be finished at work just after five, but by the time I get home and change out of my work clothes—what if you come pick me up around seven o’clock?”

“Yeah…okay.”

Wren sounded a little unsure when he spoke, so Scott decided to just blurt out some semblance of the truth. “I’ve…had this weird feeling since I woke up this morning. It’s probably nothing—I think I might have forgotten to do something, or…I don’t know, it’ll come to me eventually, and if it doesn’t it most likely wasn’t that important anyway.”

As Scott rambled, he noticed Wren’s eyes start to harden with intensity. Scott had witnessed Wren with an intense look in his eyes just the night before, but that intensity had been driven by lust…lust wasn’t behind the look Wren was giving him now. There was something else, something Scott didn’t understand.

“Perhaps you should stay home today…” Wren spoke slowly, “…I could stay with you.”

Scott laughed at what was a blatant attempt at getting him back into bed. “Yeah…I’m not spending another day in bed with you,” Scott quipped. “I’m gonna develop thrombosis.” Scott patted Wren’s chest as he stepped around him, heading to his wardrobe. He ran his towel over the few damp spots on his body before tossing it into his laundry basket. “I need a break—did you forget you woke me up around four o’clock this morning…” He chuckled.

“Suggesting you stay home while I take care of you wasn’t a euphemism for getting you back under the covers with me, Scott,” Wren said, sounding a little hurt. “I…I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Scott turned to face Wren. “I’m fine, Wren. Like I said, I probably just forgot to do something, that’s all,” Scott said as he finished buttoning up his shirt, then tucking it into his dress pants. “I really do have to go to work.”

Scott could see Wren was mulling something over in his mind before Wren finally said, “You know, we don’t have each other’s phone numbers…”

As Wren was talking, Scott’s eyes drifted over to the clock on his bedroom wall. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered, not listening to what Wren was saying, “I’m gonna be so late.” Giving Wren’s lips a quick peck, he growled, “You’re so sexy, but I gotta go. I’ll see you at seven o’clock tonight, okay?” He scrambled around his flat, picking up his phone, wallet, and car keys, before slipping into his shoes and running out of the front door.