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Post by wyatt on Apr 30, 2011 19:51:34 GMT 10
Wyatt’s penchant for nudity was not a problem in his house. As long as he had the decency to cover his naughty bits when his family was around neither commented on how he was always without some article of clothing. Most often it was pants and Wyatt would walk from room to room in his boxers looking for jeans so he could join his family in their living room, usually for television watching purposes. But when he was alone he would wind up with less and less on as the time passed. It was always necessary to knock before walking into his room unless you were seeking an eye full of Wyatt’s bod. So it was safe to assume when the conversation about distractions was brought up that Wyatt was already relaxing in his skivvies. Honestly, he hadn’t sent the initial text message with the intention to later send a photo of himself in his underwear but when the conversation veered into territory Wyatt was uncomfortable discussing he did the first thing he could think of. Snapping a shot of himself as close to nude as possible without actually being naked was far too easy. He thought briefly about what that kind of access to sending and receiving such personal photographs would mean if his sister was less prude and more lewd. Ew. That wasn’t a thought he wanted to have. He preferred to think of Beth as forever innocent. It was easier dealing with the fact that someday she may not be if it came as a complete and total shock. At least, that’s what Wyatt thought. But not right now, no. His thoughts were anywhere but on Beth. Aiden had made him a promise. He was to be there in seven minutes and Wyatt was to be waiting. The problem with that, however, was that he was actually already naked. He didn’t think waiting at the front door in the buff would fly with his sister, who was bound to walk in at any time. And he was convinced that it might even scare Aiden away, which was the last thing he wanted. In a desperate attempt to cover himself before the other arrived, Wyatt took to rummaging around his bedroom floor. It was a frenzied mess he was making as he threw things from their home (albeit not their proper home) on his floor toward his computer chair. Beneath a jacket he didn’t remember wearing he located a pair of purple basketball shorts that he was certain he’d worn for a total of fifteen minutes the day before. Long enough to walk outside and see if it was raining and right back inside after the weather was confirmed and that meant that they were still technically clean. He pulled them on, practically jumping into them, and let them sit low on his hips. Really, he couldn’t bother properly dressing himself when all he really wanted was to drag Aiden to his room and get rid of the shorts once again. Wyatt was direct like that. He knew what he wanted and he wasn’t usually one to play games. Sure, he teased and playfully denied advances but not for long before he cracked under the heavy weight of want. It probably wasn’t a good thing that all of his thoughts were focused on how quickly he could get Aiden out of his clothes but he liked to blame that on being a teenage boy. A gay teenage boy who only had one real sexual outlet and a whole lot of libido. It wasn’t just the sexy stuff that Wyatt liked about Aiden though. And it certainly wasn’t fair to make it seemed like that was all there was to it. Truth be told, Wyatt actually liked the guy and considered him a friend. He was nice to talk to and completely interesting on a level none of his other friends could reach. And then there was the whole not prying when Wyatt suddenly dropped subjects, like with the treehouse in their text message conversation. He knew a lot of people who wouldn’t have let it go so easily. Once sure that anything considered a naughty zone was covered up (which really just meant that Wyatt had put on some pants) he pulled open his bedroom door and jogged to the front door. Just in time it seemed, as seven minutes wasn’t nearly as long as Wyatt had hoped. Rubbing an imaginary speck of dirt off of his chest, Wyatt reached with his free hand and pulled the door open to greet Aiden, hoping he didn’t seem winded from rushing around his room. “Right on time,” he grinned, grabbing the other by the wrist and pulling him into the house. Usually he waited until they were somewhere with all the doors closed and locked, where he was certain no one could see them. But if Beth wasn’t home yet and his dad was still at work what was the harm? The door closed, Wyatt doing so with a kick of his foot, and hands immediately flew to Aiden’s hips, pulling him closer by the belt loops. Wyatt’s lips connected, seeing no harm in one, maybe two or three, rather innocent hello kisses.
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