Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike.
He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.
“Oh… uh, thank you?”
Syx froze, “James Woodridge? The prison Warden?” he could just see it. Perfect Wayne in daddy’s lap. Making daddy proud. Being a perfect son. Someone who could stand next to daddy in public. Someone daddy didn’t have to hide, “He adopted you?” publicly adopted him. The ice cream in his hand dripped down his wrist as he stared into space.
Wayne watched and furrowed his brow a little, taking a step back.
Okay, he could tell he’d touched a nerve by the way the blue man froze and stared off at nothing.
“Er, yeah. Let me have his name at least.” He murmurs, lifting his icecream and busying himself with eating it, wondering if he should leave.
Syx threw his ice cream to the ground in a violent temper tantrum, “No fuck you! Fuck you mister perfect! That’s my daddy!” He glared at Wayne, shoving a finger in the man’s chest hard. His face flushed red in anger and embarrassment over saying daddy out loud in public.
The minute that Syx lashed out at him, his reflexes from the job kicked in and in a split second, his ice cream was also on the ground and Syx would find himself pushed hard down on his front against his bike with his arms shoved up behind his back.
Wayne was about to go into his usual cop-spiel before he remembered he wasn’t a cop here and sighed, slowly letting the blue man up.
“Sorry… Old job habits. Look, I don’t know what’s going on now but i’m pretty sure I just spent quite a few bucks on those ice creams and now they’re both ruined.”
It was all he had, really. He didn’t want to try and deal with whatever emotional turmoil was happening here and now while he was waiting to have a date with his boyfriend.
Syx was quite used to getting man handled by police. What he wasn’t used to his getting handled like that by Wayne. Like most times when Wayne handled him with any force, Syx went limp. He couldn’t tell if he was scared or turned on by the difference. In his shock he lay against his bike once released, voice incredulous, “You’re a pig? Of fucking course you are. Making Daddy proud are you?”
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