Wild Dog 6

Blake watched as Wyatt stepped into the room a minute later, having retrieved some items from the medicine cabinet in case they were needed to treat his injury. To his surprise, Wyatt walked over to the kitchen counter and set everything down, then walked over to him. Instead of stopping where he was sitting in the recliner, however, he moved to the other side of the couch and picked up a small tray stand. 

Oh, that's a good idea. 

Once the item was situated next to him, the guy went went back to retrieve his things, then brought them over. Blake quickly looked over each item, knowing that Wyatt had no interest in hurting him, but needing to make sure. Thankfully, the guy gave him plenty of time to look, and didn't even try to reach for him until Blake was content with the items and leaning himself back in the chair to give Wyatt access to his throat. 

"That's perfect. Let me know if you need me to stop at any time, please," the man said before leaning over and beginning to inspect the damaged area. He tugged at his shirt several times as he looked beneath the top portion, no doubt needing to see the entire picture of the injury. 

After a few minutes of Wyatt trying to keep his sweater tucked away from the marks so that they could be treated, Blake gestured for him to step back for a moment. Wyatt did so immediately, then watched as he sat up and, after a very quick, silent pep-talk, tugged his sweater up and over his head. The long-sleeved shirt he had underneath it would stay on, but at least the neckline on it was lower, allowing Wyatt full access to the marks there. 

"Thank you," the man said as he waited patiently for Blake to lean the chair back again. 

Once he was comfortable, Blake told him to continue, and Wyatt did so immediately. Now that he could easily reach what he needed, he was quick to assess the situation and begin cleaning the few areas that required first aid. 

About halfway through working Wyatt leaned away, a smile on his face as Blake sat up, curious as to what he was doing. 

"Could I ask you to lie on the couch for just a few moments? You have one more spot I'd like to clean, but it's on the back of your neck," he said, making Blake hesitate for only a moment before scooting out of the reclining chair and moving over to the couch. 

To his surprise, Ravi was curled up near the end of it, his multicolored tail thumping curiously on the padded seat. 

Okay, I can do this easily if Ravi is here, too. 

Unable to hide his grin, Blake got himself situated on the love seat, though Ravi had to move a bit to adjust for his size, since he needed to be lying down. The pup made it work seamlessly, though, because it was plenty small enough to curl right up against his side. 

He also was pretty good at distracting him while Wyatt was working, too. Blake knew that he had to keep still, so each time Ravi snuck him a tiny, hesitant, doggy kiss, he had to just take it or risk messing up Wyatt's work. 

"I feel like you guys are working together on this," he eventually said after the fourth little lick to his nose from the wiggling goth dog. 

The deep bit of laughter he heard in response from Wyatt really made him want to scowl over his shoulder, but the guy made sure to press something against the injury on the back of his neck right at that moment, no doubt to make sure that he remained immobile. 

"Behave. I just have a tiny bit more to do," he said, making Blake glance sideways at the pup that had nudged its head beneath his slightly raised arm so that it could be within perfect licking range. 

"You heard him Ravi, behave," Blake said, to which he heard another quieter chuckle from Wyatt. 

"You, too. You're squirming a lot," he said, making Blake purse his lips and blush. 

"He's licking me." 

Not that he minded, at all, but he supposed that he had been reacting to it a bit without even realizing it. 

You'd squirm a lot more if it were me...

Woah boy. That definitely hadn't been a thought he should have picked up by accident.

"I can tell him to get down?" Wyatt said instead, making Ravi give out a little cry of sadness in response as Blake did his best to keep his blush from turning the back of his neck red. 

"No no, it's okay. It's a good distraction," he said, right before Ravi nearly stuck his tongue up his nose with a misguided fifth lick of appreciation. 

Holding back a sneeze, Blake scowled at the pup, but was still honestly grateful.  

"Ravi, we need to talk," he grumbled, making the dog repeatedly open and close its mouth a tiny bit, then snort and plop its chin down on the cushion. 

Another chuckle from above had him realizing that Wyatt was no longer touching him and had placed one final bandage on the back of his neck. 

"You two are quite good at distracting each other. You're all set," Wyatt said from over by the kitchen, making Blake immediately sit up and reach for his new bandages. 

"Don't touch them. They need to stay on for a while and picking at them will just get them get dirty and make them peel," the man said, making Blake quickly drop his hand back to his lap and mumble a nervous "yes sir." 

He realized what he'd done almost immediately, but thankfully Wyatt didn't seem to mind. Instead of making it a big deal, the guy simply shrugged off his words with a smile and went to get a big bag of chips from the cupboard near the fridge. 

"Do you by chance want to—" the chiming of a familiar ring tone cut off Wyatt's words and made Blake's entire body immediately freeze as his face paled to a pasty white. 

His ex wasn't a fan of phone calls, and rarely called him unless he had already worked himself up into a fit of anger. Considering he hadn't been around for several days and a decent bit of his stuff was now missing from the man's apartment, it was no surprise that the call was finally happening. 

I can't answer it. 

The anger in his voice would make him feel terrible. Then the disapproval that always came after he'd calmed down just made it worse. That disappointed tone always made him want to make things right. Always made him come back... even though he  knew that it would lead to more mental trauma and physical injuries. The man was a drug, and he'd been excruciatingly hard to quit.

If he picked up that phone now, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold himself back from returning.

When the sound finally quieted and a minute later, a voicemail notification chimed, he felt a shiver run down his spine. 

That's not going to be the end of it. 

Wyatt sat down on the couch beside him, but made sure that Ravi was their partition. His eyes remained on the phone for a moment before he turned to look at Blake. 

"He's going to call back," the man said, making Blake try, and fail, to swallow around the lump in his throat as he gave a stiff nod. 

"I-if you don't respond to the voicemail within thirty minutes, there will be another c-call," Blake rasped out as his fingers began to pick at the hem of his shirt. 

He felt Ravi nudge his fuzzy head beneath his hands after a moment, redirecting his habit into little ear scratches instead. 

Thanks, buddy. 

"I know this might be reaching a bit, and don't hesitate to tell me no," Wyatt said as he paused for a moment, clearly nervous about what he was about to ask. 

Blake waited quietly as his nerves twisted further into knots. 

"I'm guessing that he doesn't realize that you're gone for good?" he asked, making Blake look down at Ravi as he slowly nodded. He had said nothing. Just packed up what he could and left. He hadn't even brought his car, because his ex's name was also on the title, even though he'd had his own. 

When Wyatt nodded in response, then glanced at the phone for a brief moment before returning his attention to him, Blake held his breath. He expected the guy to ask if he could answer the next phone call, but to his surprise, that wasn't what he said. 

"May I call him? Right now." 

Now? 

Blake unintentionally gripped one of Ravi's ears a little too tightly, making it wiggle in his hand for a moment before he hurried to release it. 

"I-I'm sorry, Ravi," he murmured as the pup looked up at him with calm, caramel eyes. 

 It's okay, sir. 

Raising a brow at the title, and sudden mental connection, Blake considered correcting him, but quickly found that he didn't mind. He'd accidentally used it with Wyatt just a bit ago, anyways.

"It's okay if you aren't comfortable with me calling," Wyatt said with a forced, warm smile. 

He's not happy, but he won't push me on it if I don't want him to do it. 

He honestly wasn't sure how he wanted to handle the situation, to be honest. As the seconds ticked by, turning into minutes, he knew that he was running out of time before the second phone call came. His mind went around in circles trying to figure out the best way to handle things. The calls wouldn't stop coming, he knew that. And even though he knew he knew that, he was being stupid for not blocking the phone number. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. 

"How about we turn it off for now and watch a movie?" Wyatt suggested, his calm words managing to slowly pull Blake from his fretting thoughts. 

A movie? 

He wasn't sure how helpful a movie would be at distracting him, but even though he didn't think much of the gesture, he did reach across the table and, with shaky fingers, turn off his cell phone. When he set it back down on the table, he couldn't make himself look away. 

I'm going to miss the second call. I might even miss the third, if I don't turn it back on soon enough...

"I've got a few DVD's that Ravi likes to watch when he comes by. Want to see if you like any?" Wyatt said as he reached forward beneath the coffee table and pulled out a small stack of movies. 

Blake took them without really thinking, then began flipping through the titles. He was never much of a movie fan, but when he got to the last DVD case, he couldn't help but hold it up with a raised eyebrow. 

"The Lion King?" 

Before Wyatt could even open his mouth, Ravi was sitting up on the couch, his front paws dancing with excitement as he whimpered. 

"I feel like we found our movie," he said with a chuckle, earning a howl from Ravi as he handed it over to Wyatt so that he could get everything set up. 

It only took the guy a minute to get the movie going before he returned back to his seat and opened his big bag of chips. Ravi claimed the very first one after pawing at Wyatt's arm persistently. Watching the pup tilt its head back and crunch on the snack was honestly one of the funniest things he'd seen in a long time. And the second the chip was gone, the pup was back to staring determinately at the bag for its next bite.  

As the opening music partially tugged Ravi's attention away, Blake reached over and snuck his hand into the bag and retrieved his own chip. He thought that he might have gotten away with it, too, but when he settled back down to lift it to his mouth, his hand was stopped midway by a paw. 

"I guess I'm not as sneaky as I thought," he said in mock sorrow as he relinquished his chip to the pup.

It gobbled it down quickly, but before Blake could even turn his attention away he felt a different chip being pressed against his lower lip. His heart sped up the slightest fraction as he turned his head a little to face Wyatt, opening his mouth a bit more as he did so. 

When he felt the chip being pressed a little farther into his mouth, he obediently grabbed it with his teeth, then quickly tucked it into his mouth with his tongue and began chewing slowly. Wyatt was grinning at him from where he'd rested his head against the back of the couch, his face turned toward him. 

I want to know what he's thinking...

For the first time since he'd left home, Blake took a calming breath and focused on the man staring back at him. He had slowly begun to ween himself off of his ability ever since making the decision to leave, but curiosity really was a bothersome thing sometimes. It didn't help that his ability triggered sometimes just because it felt like it.

At first, he didn't pick up a whole lot as the man turned his attention to the movie for a few minutes, but then a quiet thought drifted into his mind. 

I need to stop staring. I'm not ready for a new sub yet.

Blake found himself biting back a grin as he turned his attention to the movie. 

Same here, sir. 

He tried his best to focus on the TV as time went on, but he just couldn't find a comfortable position. First he had Ravi resting his head in his lap, but then his leg fell asleep... though it was more likely from him fidgeting than from the added weight of the pup's head. 

His next position, with his legs tucked up on the sofa, wasn't much better. By the time the movie was half over he was ready to just flop over on the floor and take a nap. In fact, he was just nudging Ravi over a tiny bit so that he could let his feet down and slide off the couch when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. 

Turning his attention toward Wyatt, Blake had to lean closer to hear the man's whispered words to him. 

"Would you prefer to lie down? I can sit in the recliner, or you can take it, if you'd like?" 

Oh, right. There is a recliner. 

He wasn't sure how he'd even forgotten about it, but at the same time, just the thought of moving away from his phone by even a foot... His eyes unintentionally turned toward the device at that moment, but another gentle tap immediately tugged them away again. 

"Would you like to swap seats?" Wyatt offered, still trying to find a way to make him more comfortable. 

Can I just sit in your lap and you cover my eyes for the rest of the night so that I can just pretend that I don't exist? 

Blake internally scowled at his own selfish thoughts as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to just push the reset button in his mind. 

"You're welcome to do that if you'd like. I definitely wouldn't mind." 

What? 

There was no way he'd said his thoughts out loud. He was extremely careful with them. He immediately considered grabbing his phone and running right out the door that second, but the sheepish look on Wyatt's face had him hesitating. 

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, but I've been catching bits and pieces of your thoughts every once in a while. I haven't gotten any full sentences, though, so it was kind of surprising that I heard all of what you'd just thought." 

 I think I'm stressing out too much. That might be why he's able to hear me. It was probably the few times I'd unintentionally heard him. 

He could tell that Wyatt had likely heard him again, but thankfully the guy kept that information to himself this time. 

"Let me ask you a question, if you don't mind?" Wyatt said, making Blake fidget a bit as he nodded. 

Making a simple gesture to Ravi, the pup flicked an ear, then hopped off the loveseat to settle on the floor, his attention barely leaving the movie that was still playing on the television. Wyatt carefully adjusted himself on the couch then, lifting his legs up onto it and leaning back against the soft armrest. 

"What would you do if I told you that for the rest of today, you can do whatever you want, within reason, without any kind of repercussions?"

Without... huh?

Blake wasn't really sure what the guy meant, and Wyatt seemed to realize that, because he looked a little embarrassed, but then cleared his throat and held one hand out to him. 

I really... needs a hug.

Realization dawned on him immediately after catching those bits of thought, drawing a smile upon his lips. 

"I suppose I should take you up on that offer, if there are no strings attached," he said as he hesitantly lifted his own hand up to cautiously wrap his fingers around a few of Wyatt's. 

The relief he saw in the man's expression made his own worry settle a bit. So, when he was gently tugged forward as Wyatt adjusted his body a bit more to get comfortable, then settled himself against his chest, in his arms, Blake couldn't help but let a long sigh of relief slip from between his lips. 

He wasn't even facing toward the movie as some action scene started up, but that was perfectly fine with him. His heart was beating hard enough in his chest as it were. It didn't need anything else to nudge it to go faster. 

"Let me know if there's anything you would like me to do," Wyatt whispered against his hair before he turned his attention back to the movie. 

It only took Blake about two minutes before he nuzzled his face against Wyatt's warm shirt and replied, "hug please, sir." 

The man's arms were around him in seconds, holding him so gently that he could barely even feel him. 

"Hurt me, please" he mumbled after a few moments of frustration, not happy with being handled so delicately. He knew that he shouldn't have even requested him to do it, since he was trying to get away from what his ex had done to him, but addiction was extremely hard to break when he was in a situation where he could have his drug of choice for free.

He expected to hear Wyatt chuckle at his request, but then he remembered that he was actually a well-known dominant and would understand the situation. 

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I can do this, if that would work," he said as he tightened his hold a pretty decent amount. 

So good...

Blake gave another content sigh as he snuggled in a little more, then whispered "good, thank you, sir," against Wyatt's shirt. 

"I'm glad," the man said as he kept his arms and hands right where they were, then returned his attention to the movie. 

He was very happy that the guy didn't try to rub his back or allow his hands to wander. He'd offered a hug, an appropriate one, and he'd delivered. It honestly felt so good to just be held firmly against someone. At some point he heard Wyatt check on him, then again a little while later, but he hadn't been quite awake enough to respond either time. He was dozing comfortably, and when no one tried to really wake him up, he let himself drift off to sleep. It would just be a short nap, then he'd wake up and treat his friends to another meal before bed time. Then, after a full night's rest, he'd fly out the next day and begin his life anew. 


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