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Fiction Friday: “In the Car”

“Where are you going?” Wyatt asked, propping himself up in the bed.

Kaden glanced over his shoulder at the way the sheet draped over the man’s waist. It made him want to slid back into that bed, but he couldn’t. Still, he forced a grin. “I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.”

“Not funny,” Wyatt growled, but Kaden saw his lips twitch anyway. “You’re not supposed to tell a cop before you commit a crime. And you being out of my bed at this hour is a bad enough one.”

Kaden curled his lips in to hide his own smile. “Are you going to arrest me, officer?” He couldn’t believe he was joking about that. At one time it would have been a perfectly serious question.

“Not if you come back willingly.”

He couldn’t hold in his grin any longer. And he moved back toward the bed, but he didn’t drop his shoes. He leaned over and kissed Wyatt. When he drew back, he ran his thumb over Wyatt’s lips. “Sorry,” he said. “I promised Mom I’d meet her and the kids for breakfast. I didn’t want to wake you, but I see I failed there. Don’t worry, when I get back you can throw me back on the bed.”

“Just watch me,” Wyatt said. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Kaden laughed and stepped back, slipping his shoes on. Then, he headed out of the apartment. But, as much as he was looking forward to seeing him mom and siblings, he still wished he was back there with Wyatt now.


This week’s Fiction Friday prompt was the line: “I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.” I’m not sure if this will take place during Wyatt & Kaden’s story or sometime after.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Call”

“It’s your call to make,” Tereza said. “Not anyone else’s. if you like him, that should be what matters.”

Wyatt shook his head. “‘Should be’s don’t rule this world. Otherwise the man I loved for nearly a decade would still be alive, and this wouldn’t be an issue. If he’d still been alive, I wouldn’t have ever even been drawn to a former criminal. Trust me, I’ve heard plenty of that ‘shouldn’t be’ from my father.”

“Well, like I said, Wyatt, it’s your call to make. Not your father’s or anyone else’s. As for the former criminal part, I’m married to one of them as well. And he’s one of the best men I know. Kaden was born into a hard life, and no one took the effort to show him the way out for a long time. He helped put a worse man behind bars and served his own time. And now he’s trying to live a better life. That’s not nothing, Wyatt, even if it wasn’t for him also saving my sister-in-law’s life.” She took a deep breath and smiled again. “But, it’s not my call to make for you, either.”

Wyatt rubbed his fingers over his eyes. He’d never been as black and white in his thinking as his father. And yet he’d let his opinion on this steer him. He opened his eyes and saw Kaden standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching him back. His call. It was one he just might have to make.


More Wyatt and Kaden for you for this Stream of Consciousness Saturday, which had the prompt of “call”, either the word itself or a word that contains those letters in that order. Some context to this: Wyatt and his longtime boyfriend were both soldiers, his boyfriend was killed about two years before this, and this is the first time he’s really been attracted to someone else. His father is a cop, as is Wyatt at the moment. And yes, Kaden has committed crimes in the past(and not just petty ones). Carlos own the restaurant and often gives those with that kind of troubled past a second chance(like he was given at one time).

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Tea/Tee/T”

Wyatt stepped into the restaurant and looked around, cataloging everyone there, their positions, and where all the exits were. He’d been here before, so that last was a simple one. It was automatic for him, just a thing he did every time he entered a place. The sign was turned to ‘Please Seat Yourself.’ He’d only been here for dinner before, obviously they treated lunch differently. He found a table along the wall and had a seat.

And he grinned at the woman who headed over to him, a menu in hand and a glass of what he hoped was the iced tea he liked. “I hope you have the same drink for lunch as you always do for dinner, Wyatt.”

He laughed and grinned at her. “Yes, Tee. I love your tea.”

Her grin widened. “You’re a goof, Wyatt Hellerman. Since you seem to change up your food order more than your drink, I’ll leave this with you,” she said, handing him the menu.

“Thanks, Tereza. I’m sure whatever Carlos’ special is today will be perfect.”

“Well, he’s training a new cook, so we’ll see. But, he’s showing some promise.”

“I’ll take the risk.”

“All right. I was just visiting and saw you out here, but I have to get Luis home, so someone else will bring it out for you.”

He settled back in his chair, sipping at the tea while he waited. He hadn’t been sure about this place the first time he’d come here, but the food certainly made up for any of his doubts. He should know better than to judge by an outside appearance.

“Here’s your salad,” a deep voice said from beside him, bringing him out of his thoughts. he glanced over and his heart, his traitorous heart, gave a hard thump. Two years, he reminded himself. It had been nearly two years. He was allowed to move on, had been trying to do that the last six months. But no one he had gone out with had made him feel what one sight of this young man did to him.

“My name’s Kaden,” the guy said. “I’m supposed to be cooking your food, but Tereza said to bring this out to you. It’s what you wanted, right?”

He didn’t even glance at the salad but said, “It’s fine. Thanks.”

Kaden turned and headed back to the kitchen, and Wyatt couldn’t tear his gaze off him. He groaned when the kitchen door finally separated him. Damn, Tereza. What was she trying to do to him?


I’ve been missing for a couple weeks, I know. Saturdays were ‘early leaving the house and being gone all day’ days, so I decided to just skip the post those days. But, today, we’ll actually be home most of the day. And Wyatt likes to pop up, like he did when I started writing Nowhere to Run at the beginning of the month. This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt of tea, tee, or t apparently appealed to him because he wouldn’t shut up about it until I started writing. 😉

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