Page 52 of Forever Finn
“What?” he grates.
“You’re fired,” I say coolly. “I can’t have someone working with me who asks me to lie. Who insists I deny who I am. Someone who would sacrifice an innocent man to perpetuate a lie.”
“You want me gone?” he snaps. “Fine, good fucking riddance. You think I want to represent you now? After that little announcement, you’re box office poison now, you fucking faggott.”
I hear a deep growl beside me as Wyatt takes a step toward him.
“Wyatt, no.” I grab his arm to hold him back. “He’s not worth it.”
“You think this is over?” Simon sneers. “I have a lot of friends. You’ll never work in Hollywood again.”
“I’m happy to take my chances.” I shrug. “Walk away, Simon, you’ll be hearing from my lawyers by the end of the day.”
He casts a look of disgust in mine and Wyatt’s direction before turning on his heel and marching out. Slamming the door on his way out.
I let out a slow breath.
“Are you okay?” Wyatt asks softly.
“Surprisingly, yes.” I turn toward him. “I feel like a weight has been lifted. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s scary… but good scary, I think. Sky’s manager, Jude, has offered to take me on, and my lawyers think I’ve got a good shot at getting out of my contract with Simon as I signed it when I was really young and didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. Also, taking into account, it’s pretty well known that although he’s not openly homophobic, as you just saw he leans that way, which makes him not a good fit for me considering I just came out to the whole world.”
“Finn.” Wyatt smiles. “I know how scary that was for you… what a massive step… I’m so proud of you.”
“You are?” I can feel the heat in my cheeks and warmth pooling in my belly.
“Yeah.” He nods. “Look, I know we didn’t make each other any promises and the way it ended was, well…” He shakes his head. “I just want you to know I’m still your friend. I’ll always be your friend, and if there’s anything you need…”
“What if I need a boyfriend?” I ask shyly.
“What?” He blinks slowly.
“You’re right, we didn’t make any promises,” I say. “But…”
“You said…” He cuts me off, his eyes serious. “When that reporter asked you about me. You said I was important.”
I smile slowly as I shrug. “It’s the age-old story, boy meets boy, boy has sex with boy, boy agrees to be casual, boy falls in love with boy.”
“Ah, that old tale.” Wyatt smiles widely. “It’s a classic.”
“It is.” I nod sagely.
“You’re in love with me?” he clarifies.
“Pretty sure I am,” I reply. “I mean, I’ve never been in love before, but I think about you all the time. I want to be with you, and when I’m not, I miss you. I get this funny warm feeling in my belly when I’m near you, and–”
He cuts me off when his mouth slams down on mine. His arms slide around me, pulling me in close, pulling me in tight. I can’t help the groan that escapes when his tongue slides into my mouth, and I can feel the solid steel length of his cock pressing against me.
For one brief second of insanity, I let go, riding the heady whip of intoxication I’ve only ever felt with Wyatt. The whole world fades away to nothing but him and the fire building inside me. My jacket is shoved off my shoulders, my shirt ripped open, sending buttons pinging everywhere, but when he reaches for my belt, I pull back panting hard.
“Hold that thought.” I tear myself away from him.
“Wha–”
I dart across the room, locking the door and dragging a chair in front of it just to be on the safe side. Kicking off my shoes, I leap at him, latching my mouth to his again.
“Don’t. Want. To. Be. Interrupted.” I punctuate each word with a desperate kiss.
It’s only been a few days since we were together, but suddenly it feels like an eternity, and I can’t think of anything else but getting him inside me.