He wasn't sure when Blake had fallen asleep, but he truly, honestly, didn't want to lean over and wake him up. 

I want him to miss his plane. Even if he gets mad at me for it and makes me buy him another ticket.

Wyatt knew that asking for one more day was inappropriate, though. Because that one day would lead to him wanting another. Then there would be another, and another. Leaning forward with a silent sigh, he rested the side of his head against the steering wheel. He'd had quite a few subs over the years, and while he'd greatly enjoyed their company and even really liked quite a few of them, he'd never really hesitated so much when one decided to move on. 

And he was never even yours to begin with. 

It irked him. Yet he knew that he had no right to be upset. His inner beast also wasn't very happy. As far as it was concerned, Blake already belonged to them. 

We can't just own him without his permission. 

His other half didn't want to hear logic. It just wanted to see Blake kneeling before them, looking up at him with needy eyes. The images that flashed behind his own eyes made Wyatt purse his lips and bite back a groan. This is not the time to think such things, he chastised, knowing that he was partially to blame. He really was becoming obsessed with something he couldn't have.  

Leaning back against his seat, he took a deep, calming breath, then reached over and gently shook Blake's shoulder. 

"Time to get up. Don't want to miss your flight," he said as the man began to come around. 

He made the most adorable little grumbling sound as he reached up to rub at his eyes for a moment... and when he lowered his hands so that he could turn his head and smile up at him with a sleepy grin? Wyatt felt his heart just about melt into his stomach. 

"We're here, you ready?" he asked, knowing that the guy was likely going to trudge through the security checkpoints, then fall right back asleep on the plane. 

I want to be sitting next to him. He could rest his head on my shoulder and I could rest my head against his soft hair. 

He needed to stop day dreaming. At least until he got back home... without the adorable submissive sitting next to him in his car. 

"Um... did you want to come?" Blake asked, snapping him out of his thoughts and drawing his eyes up to the man who had already gotten out and fetched his luggage from the back. He was now leaning down so that he could be seen in the passenger's side. 

"O-oh, yeah. We're definitely coming," Wyatt quickly stuttered out as he got the car turned off and climbed out of his seat. 

Ravi followed him, though it was obvious that the pup was pretty tired since it hadn't slept yet. It didn't take long before he had Ravi in his arms, since he kept falling behind and swaying in front of people. Not a few minutes after he'd been picked up, the pup was out cold, snoring quietly with either paw settled over his shoulders and its muzzle resting atop his right one. 

"I'm going to miss him," Blake said as they walked through the quiet airport. 

It wasn't busy at all, but then again, it rarely ever was unless you were flying at peek times, which Blake definitely wasn't. Wyatt offered to buy him something to snack on for breakfast, but Blake politely declined since his stomach didn't always do well on planes. 

And now I want to be there in case he has a stomach ache or feels unwell from the flight. 

He was really beginning to become a nervous wreck for a guy he'd probably never see again. All of his instincts were telling him to make sure that Blake had anti-nausea medicine, some warm tea or water, and someone waiting to take care of him the moment he stepped off the plane in Ohio. 

Such a strange place to want to live. Kansas is much better.

Of course, he was just being biased, but still. 

"I think this is it," Blake said, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looked around. 

They were there. It was Blake's gate. It looked like the airport staff were already beginning to accept passengers, too, by the looks of the line that was slowly passing through the check-in desk.

Walking over to one of the long lines of chairs set up nearby, Wyatt gently settled Ravi across a few, then turned to see that Blake had followed him. He waited for the guy to set his suitcase upright, then held his arms open as he adorably fell right into them. 

He didn't hold back on his strength this time, and there was a quiet voice in the back of his mind telling him that if he hugged him tightly enough, he might reconsider leaving. Of course, he knew that he wouldn't... and honestly, he would have had to decline his request if he wished to stay with him, for both of their sakes. 

"Thank you so much for being my knight in shining armor these past two days. I don't think I would have been able to keep my sanity if it weren't for you and Ravi," Blake said against his coat, his voice adorably muffled. 

He had to focus to understand what he'd said, which would normally make him frustrated since one of his pet peeves was people not speaking clearly, but it seemed like Blake was the one sub that could just skip over his most important rules... while somehow seeming cute in the process. 

"Would it be alright if I asked you for your number?" Wyatt said, feeling a little intimated for the first time in his life. He would honestly feel terrible if his request was declined, but he'd accept it. 

Then I would go home and sulk about how a beautiful sub found their way into the hotel room I purchased, took my heart for a ride without meaning to, then left me standing at the airport as I watch his plane take him off to another state. 

Okay, he was being a tad dramatic, but—"Sure, I'll give it to you." 

Huh? 

Looking slightly down at the guy he still had snuggly wrapped in his arms, Wyatt realized that Blake was now staring up at him with his soft, beautiful eyes... and a knowing grin on his face. 

"That little mind reading ability of yours caught all that, huh?" he asked as a rare blush inched its way to his cheeks for the briefest of appearances. 

 Even when Blake nodded, admitting that he'd heard his entire internal monologue, Wyatt couldn't find any kind of upset about it within himself. 

"Good, that means I don't have to say any of that out loud," he added, to which Blake immediately replied with a quiet chuckle. 

"I mean, I wouldn't mind hearing it out loud, though." 

Wyatt pursed his lips and looked away out one of the massive windows, earning another chuckle from Blake before he suddenly returned his attention to the man in his arms. The guy immediately quieted and pressed a little closer to his chest, which was exactly the reaction he'd wanted out of him. 

Don't test him. He's not going to be your sub. 

He quickly pushed aside his own chastising comment and reached up with one hand to settle a finger beneath Blake's chin, then tilted it upward just enough so that their eyes could meet. The guy managed to hold his gaze for a few moments, but then slowly lowered his, feeding Wyatt's hungry dominant side.

Softening his expression, Wyatt leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of Blake's hair, then slowly, reluctantly, released him. It took Blake an extra minute before he unwound his own arms from around him and took a necessary step back. When he looked back up at him, it was clear that his smile was forced and he was trying hard not to cry. 

"I should get going," he eventually mumbled before walking over to a sleeping Ravi and giving him one final gentle pat on his head. The pup didn't stir, but that was probably for the best. 

"You be good for master Wyatt, sweetheart," he whispered before straightening back up. 

He gave Wyatt one more sad smile over his shoulder, then a respectful nod before turning and beginning to walk toward his gate with his suitcase tugged behind himself. He got a whole three steps before Wyatt ran forward and grabbed his free hand, making him turn around with a confused look on his face. 

"Y-your number?" Wyatt said nervously, wondering if perhaps the guy might not actually want to give it to him. 

Blake's tired eyes widened as he quickly leaned over and dug out a pen from his bag. Wyatt watched him curiously as the guy, having finally found one, stood back up and reached forward to take his hand. 

Within five seconds he had a neatly written phone number on the palm of his hand... and wasn't really sure how to react. He hated when people wrote on him when he was younger, especially where other people were more than likely to see it, and they both had phones in their pockets. He could have just texted him a simple hello, and he would have had his number. And yet, as he watched Blake give him one final little smile and nod of his head, then turn and walk away, he couldn't help but lift his hand, palm up, and stare at the numbers written there. 

He did that for nearly a full three minutes before his eyes rose again to see Blake giving him one final wave from the entrance to the outstretched hallway leading to the plane. Before he could figure out some sort of logical response, he lifted his hand up to press a kiss against the phone number written across his palm, all while keeping his eyes locked onto Blake's. 

He could see the guy's blush start to color his cheeks as he slowly lowered his previously-waving hand. 

I'm not sure if you can hear me from there, but please have a safe trip, and if you fall asleep, I give you full permission to dream of me. 

Blake gave him a quick, nervous nod before turning and bolting into the hallway and out of sight. There hadn't been enough time for him to be able to hide his red ears and embarrassed expression, though. 

Shaking his head with a quiet sigh, Wyatt quickly took out his phone and typed in Blake's number, then took a picture of it on his hand... because he wanted to. He then tucked his phone away again before picking up Ravi's snoring self. Instead of heading back to his car right away, he stood facing the window until the plane began to move, taxiing toward its take-off lane in the growing light of dawn. 

"He's leaving us, bud," he said to a still-sleeping Ravi. 

The pup nuzzled a tiny bit closer, then gave a content sigh in his sleep as his tail wagged twice against Wyatt's arm. 

"Yeah, I think we'll see him again, too. We both have things to deal with in our lives right now, but I don't think I'll be able to just let him disappear from mine entirely," he said as he finally turned once the airplane had officially taken off. He then began walking back toward the parking lot, feeling a little lost, but also, somehow, a little found, too. 

"He's the one that got away... for now."