Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Walker

Part Thirteen

"Well that was a surprise," I said and smiled looking up at Marcus. I was tired from work. One of the new guys messed up a program we'd been running and had to start all over again. Thank the heavens my father was away on business, I could only take so much stress before my head would explode. "Hilary is great."

"I know," he replied with a wide grin while threading his fingers through my hair. I could easily fall asleep lying in his lap. "I was surprised too, but she's really nice."

"Yeah, she caught me in a good mood."

"This morning?"

"Yep. Watching you fight with my coffee maker and in the nude. It was hilarious and sexy as hell. Put me in a very good mood."

"Oh, then I'll be nude more often, although I'd have to find more things to fight. Maybe the vacuum."

I laughed. I couldn't help myself. No matter how he felt, he would always find the humor in things and that's what's awesome. Having someone who you could laugh with or at, about the most silliest of things. "I'll make sure to get the vacuum out of the store cupboard for you."

"Don't blame me if you come back to a wrecked apartment," I laughed again as Marcus's fingers pushed through my hair and then scraped along back my scalp. Coming home to him, this, everyday would be like waking up to Christmas everyday. And I love Christmas and I can't wait to spend it with Marcus. It wasn't far off which was a bonus. "Walker," I opened my eyes to him staring down at me. "I'm very hungry."

"Hmm, my guy needs feeding, huh?"

"Yep. I need feeding."

"What do you want?"

"Apart from your dick, I'll have stir fry. Can you make me stir fry?"

"I'll make you stir fry and put my dick on the plate."

"What? Oh my god," he laughed and tugged at my hair. "And I thought I was the comedian of the group."

"We have a group?"

"Yeah. Me, you and when the baby comes."

"Dribble included?"

"As long as it's baby dribble. You'd look pretty stupid dribbling."

"I agree, but when your butt naked I can't deny dribbling a little," My hands quickly found his cheeks, and I held his face still as I took my time looking at him and the glow he was letting off. It wasn't just a pregnancy glow, it was his own and it was shining brighter than a star. "You. Are. Stunning."

He leaned into me for a kiss and before our mouths met he murmured, "So are you." Then kissed me. Full of love and determination.

I couldn't handle this, so I twisted and turned onto my stomach and sat up, grabbed his wrists in one hand and held them above his head on the cool wall. "You mentioned dick," I said and waggled my eyebrows, feeling my dick grow. "Do you think you could eat this first?"

He eyeballed me for a moment, then looked up and then back to me. "It's extremely hot how demanding your being. How can I say no when you're so sexually manhandling me," I went to move my hands from his wrists. "Oh no no. Keep 'em there. Hold 'em tighter and whip out that big dick. I'm feeling pretty insatiable right now."

"I could come with just your words alone."

"That would be fun to try, but not tonight." He stopped talking and slowly licked his tongue across his bottom lip which had me doing the exact same.

Fuck. Seeing his saliva glisten across his bottom lip had my heart near on stopping in my chest. So I didn't leave it another second and pulled my zipper down with one hand so I could free my very hard dick. Then I had to hold back a groan when he opened his mouth, waiting. Well, my hot sexy guy didn't need to wait and I shoved my dick in his mouth. He hummed around my base, making me shiver. "Ahh, I'm going….to fuck your mouth," He grunted at my words and closed his eyes, as my free hand twisted in his hair. I pulled back and pushed in again, further down his throat. Fuck, he didn't even gag which made me wild. "I won't last," I hissed between my teeth and carried on slowly moving in and out of his hot wet mouth. Oh god! Feeling his teeth scrape along my shaft had me almost coming undone. Fuck it. I need to come. I couldn't help it. "I'm going to come." My nuts seized up as I felt my orgasm push through my dick and explode down his throat. I kept pace until I was empty and he'd swallowed every drop, then I looked at him, smiling around the dick that was still in his mouth. "Beautiful." I whispered and pulled it from his mouth.

He took a deep breath and swiped at his mouth with his thumb. "Mm mm, tastes fucking delicious. But I'm still hungry."

"My protein shot just isn't enough. Let's feed that belly."

"Thank you," he replied and rubbed at his wrists. Shit. All of a sudden I felt guilty. I just manhandled a pregnant person. My person. My favorite person. "And don't look like that. I'm fine, you know I liked it."

He reads me so damn fast. I wished I could do the same, but Marcus had so many sides, it's kind of hard navigating sometimes, but I do try. "Let me get some sweatpants on and I'll go raid the fridge."

"Great! I'll put the tv on." He smiled and slipped off the bed we almost immediately fell into after Hilary left. I was just waiting for the sounds of the cartoon network. I'd never seen a grown man that absorbed into cartoons as Marcus was. He'd laugh at the stupid cartoon characters and honestly, it made me laugh. It's been a long time, a very long time since I'd heard the sounds of laughter around my apartment and then it was only because we'd had Craig and my birthday party here. People everywhere, laughing. Since then, nothing but silence and sometimes the silence became your very worst enemy, because you'd think about shit that you really didn't need or want to think about. Shane being one of them. He'd only been to this apartment a handful of times because it was brand new back then and we were already at that point of hating each other. Thank fuck. But it gets pretty lonely when you've only got yourself for company, even Craig doesn't come here as much as he used to.

I shook away my unwanted thoughts and dragged my carcass into the kitchen. Then I smiled when I heard Tom and Jerry. "Do you want chicken stir fry!?"

"Yes and loads!! And cola! Do we have cola left!?"

"Yeah!" He didn't answer. Cartoons were becoming a new enemy. I huffed and sorted the ingredients for dinner. Luckily yesterday he felt like going out and although it was just shopping, I loved it. Holding his hand, taking it in turns to push the trolley. When he pushed it I picked only a few things now and then, but….but when I had control of the trolley, he had full control of what was going in it and holy hell, he had the appetite of an animal starved. That's when I realized that that saying, when your full on food you don't go crazy on shopping was a big fat fucking lie. We'd already had our fill of food and he was still so freaking ravenous. I'd never seen so much ice cream and mustard in one trolley before, I'd never even ever had mustard in my cupboards, now it was full of it. About ten different kinds too. "Boo!"

"Fuck!"

"I bet you almost shit your pants?"

"Very nearly."

Marcus laughed and sat opposite me at the breakfast bar. "I was watching you. Very cute by the way."

"What is?"

"The way you were screwing up your nose."

"I was thinking about mustard."

"Don't blame you, it's nasty right?"

I pulled back a little to look at him. "What? You eat it."

"Yeah, but it's not me wanting it," He said, patting his stomach. "This evil child wants it, so it can't be helped."

"Fair enough," I was too engrossed in chopping the chicken to notice he'd moved and when I did he was behind me, chin on my shoulder and palming my ass. "I'm a little afraid if you keep doing that, it won't just be chicken in the stir fry."

"I get to eat dick again." He sang in my ear. He is priceless. I went to a cold country and brought home an animal. A wild sexy feral animal, who quite literally had the attention span of pre teen. I use ravenous and animal alot, because that was Marcus. A ravenous dick eating animal. And I fucking love it.

After he plowed through dinner, we showered and got ready for bed. Marcus and my evening ritual was becoming routine. I loved it. We’d brush our teeth. I tried not to be crazy creepy, but he sort of had a way of doing things. He’d take off his clothes and put on a pair of shorts to sleep in. He’d stretch his back and then pull back the blankets and again he'd claim the remote. But I always waited for him to get into bed before I climbed in. We were quiet, but when we’d catch the other looking, we’d smile at one another. The smiles were new too. Not we’re about to have reckless sex smiles, although I think we both really wanted that. These were smiles earned and appreciated. We’d worked hard for these little moments in the short time together and when our eyes met like that, for a split second we’d both acknowledge how far we’d come. Sometimes it takes people a lifetime to get what we have. But us, it just didn't. We fell into it, like we were made for it, for each other. Unlike in my former life, where the old me and the other man in my life would find our sides of the bed and stay in them, Marcus and I rolled into each other. My sheets were starting to smell like something new. Mixed chemistries. His and mine meshing on the fabric. He had a favorite pillow in my bed. Disgusting and shaggy as it was. My favorite pillow was the crook of his arm, my face buried there, taking in his smell, making it my smell. We didn't need to learn. It was just and it was there, only for us.