Kiss Him

Omegaverse

Craig

Part Three

Fuck! What am I doing? Letting him in my lodge for dinner and a shower. Why would I? I even had a headache I've already named Marcus because that guy won't leave me the fuck alone when its him I need to leave me the fuck alone. Yet I guess on a positive note, the more he goes on at me the more I'm starting to dislike him, well not dislike, just not like much. Or maybe that was his plan from the get go. Lets annoy Craig to an inch of his sanity and the thought of them coming all the way here made me wish I was being carted off to the nut house. Or maybe get hit really hard on the head and get amnesia.

"Oh, fuck!" Nathaniel blurted, when a flash followed by loud thunder nearly shook the lodge. "God, that's….horrible." He looked mortified, sitting at my table.

I sniggered. Couldn't help myself. Then Nathaniel turned his head slightly to look at me. "It’s called lightning. It’s a strange phenomenon that happens all over the world."

"Yeah, but lightning? In winter?" Where has this guy been all his life? Living under a fucking rock? Or living in a moron world where lightning doesn't exist? "Wait. Is this what they call… thunder snow?" My eyes cut to him, wide and extremely amused.

My lips twitched. "Say that again?"

"Thunder snow! Is it?" He repeated.

"One more time."

"Is. This. Thunder. Snow?"

"That accent is wicked cool. ‘Is that thunnnndah snow?"

He snorted. "I do not sound like that..." Then he made a noise of disagreement. "Whatever. I don’t."

"Whatevah." I took a deep breath and held back a laugh.

"As they say in Birmingham, ‘Shut the fuck up, you giant, gaping asshole." I sat back in my seat and folded my arms over my chest, trying my damnedest not to laugh. While Nathaniel rubbed a hand over his mouth, and I could almost swear he was wiping away a sly smile, which did not make my heart beat like crazy in response. That would have been ridiculous.

Then silence fell again, but different this time. Less awkward. More charged. Like laughing or smiling together had made it even harder to ignore each other. I cast around for something to say, but my brain remained stubbornly blank. "Say something," I muttered, because I had nothing. "I got nothing." I admitted.

"Oh, please." He snorted. "There is a whole host of things we can talk about. Which Pride and Prejudice adaptation did you like best? I just cannot keep up with those Kardashians! You just want me to tell you something so you can mock my accent. Sorry, not interested in contributing to my own demise."

"You just did, because it was brilliant…"

"Oh shut up! I thought food was on offer anyway."

"Oh yeah," I whispered. Still amused by his accent and also horrified at how much my body wanted him. Then I realized I’d never really understood why people wanted to jump out of airplanes or stick their heads in lions’ mouths, but I was pretty sure I’d somehow gotten infected with the same strain of crazy. "Go shower. I'll sort food."

"Great. Shower upstairs?"

"Yep. There's towels in the bathroom too."

"Awesome." He smiled and then walked away. He comes across as sweet and innocent, but damn if he's anything but sweet and innocent. Marcus was blatant in his display of not being innocent, but Nathaniel tries to pretend he is, when he isn't. What is this world coming too? Omega's with either strong dominant personalities or Omega's pretending to be sweet and cute, but utterly evil underneath.

I sighed and moved and then I let my forehead fall against the cool black surface of the fridge. Was I actually insane? Why the hell had I invited him into my lodge? Why had I insisted that he could have dinner? During a blizzard. I had to be mental to think I could handle this without one of us killing the other or the two of us fucking? Na! That thought did not cross my mind. Yet I kinda wasn’t sure which would be worse. I mean he could easily go up to the main lodge but I thought, maybe it wouldn't be fair. He's like two lodges away and I had the means to hot running water and hot food too. So it kinda makes sense that he only has to walk, like ten feet in the snow rather than two hundred, I think? Or more. Anyway it's stressful just thinking. So I did what I usually did when I was stressed. I pulled out chicken, put a pot of water on to boil, and started cooking. Gonna make creamy chicken pasta, can't go wrong with that and if he doesn't like it he can go eat snow. Or maybe I'd like to hear him complain in that hilarious accent. "Don't like chickeeen pastaaah." God! I'm awful at doing that accent, but it's still funny all the same. Then my phone ringing caught me and saw Walker's name on the screen. "God help me….hey Walkaaah. What's up?"

"What the fuck was that?"

"Whaaaat."

"Oh god that. What are you doing?"

I chuckled. "Nothing. What's up?"

"Just checking in. Marcus is on a pregnant warpath. He keeps getting these hicks things."

"Hick what?"

"Dunno man, hick things. Like his belly goes real tight for a few seconds but with no pain. It's seriously weird."

"Well, he's about ready to pop."

"I know. He was on the phone to the midwife earlier and I'd never heard I'm gonna get gutted so many times in ten minutes before. I'm a little scared and you're off living it up."

"Living it up? I'm in the snow and there's a storm that could most likely last a good couple days, so it's hardly living it up."

"How are you feeling?"

How am I feeling? What a dumb question. Like shit, maybe. And when you mention Marcus or when he calls I feel sick to my stomach because he's yours and not mine. I really need to forget. Believe me I'm fucking trying. "....I'm fine Walker. But maybe you both could just let me be for a bit. How about that?"

"Right….sorry." Fuck. Now I feel like a villain.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be like that….."

"No no, it's cool. I get it. We're sorry….just send a message so we know you're okay. Please."

"I do. But apparently that's not good enough."

"He only worries Craig. Marcus is a knob eighty percent of the time, but his heart is in the right place. Don't make him worry."

"Sure."

"Alright. I'll leave you to it. Love you loads."

"That's not gay at all, but love you too." Walker sighed and then the phone went earily dead. I know Marcus worries and I appreciate it, but I also cannot handle it either. 

"Wow. You're Mr popular."

"Jesus Christ! Warn a guy."

"Oh I'm sorry. Craig! I'm here! Thanks for the shower!"

"I get it. Please stop or you can sit out in the cold."

"The shower was great," he paused for a second to chew on the corner of his mouth. "So thanks for that."

I tried to not let his sincerity mean much, but something in my chest loosened at the quiet words, but he also looked like he had more to say. "And then?" I prompted.

"And then I checked my phone and found I had four missed calls from my mother. Which, by the way is surprising."

"I see. Anyway, that must have been the quickest shower on record."

"Well yeah. I just needed a quick wash down really."

"Right? I'm cooking creamy chicken pasta."

"Sounds delicious. I'll help." He moved to the stove and turned on the gas, then expertly lit the flame with a long-handled grill lighter I had next to me.

"I see you’re making yourself right at home, in my lodge." I commented. It should have been annoying, having him in my space. It was, kinda. But, it was mostly annoying because it shouldn’t have felt so normal. Yet the way I felt about him cooking in my kitchen was way more frightening than my overwhelming desire to throw him to the floor and see if he smelled like my body wash. Or maybe it was that that was more frightening?

"Sorry. I'm so bad at cooking, but you nicely let me stay so I thought the least I could do was help."

"You could help by not trying to cook. I don't feel like dying yet," then I suddenly thought of Marcus. He's wished death on me a few times and it was hilarious. God! I need to not think about him. Especially when I have a very hot guy standing next to me, who does in fact smell like my body wash. "Why don't you go sit down and let me cook."

He snorted. "Yeah, no. I want to help… let me. Please," He twirled my spatula in the air, as if to encompass the snow, the house, and us in one tiny pronoun. "I promise you won't die."

"Fine, go ahead chef." I hefted my ass up onto the counter in the corner where I could study Nathaniel's face. He's gorgeous, small features. Bright blue eyes. Light blonde hair. Not long but not too short either, just enough to tuck behind his extremely cute small ears.

"You seem to have others worrying about you." He said, stirring pasta into the pot.

"And you don't?"

He side eyed me briefly, then snorted. "No. Not really."

"So the mom texts?"

"Maybe," he added. "She's probably the only one. Anyway I was asking about you," I knew it, but I still didn’t want to talk about this shit, so I pushed myself off the counter and went to grab a plate and some silverware without saying a word. "Is it your family?"

I let out a long sigh and plonked myself in a chair. "....yeah. My cousin."

"Oh. Would that be Walker or Marcus?"

Jesus! This guy picks up on everything. How? "Walker is my cousin," I gulped. "....Marcus is his….boyfriend. Very pregnant too."

"I see," he said and spun around to face me. "You like him, huh?"

"What?"

"It's pretty obvious. You couldn't even say his name without turning red."

"I'm not red." I bit and grabbed my face.

"You are."

"If you don't stop whatever this is," I waved at him. Don't know why. "...you'll be eating out in the damn blizzard."

"Oh right. So you're not one for confrontation...wait, let me rephrase that," I raised my eyebrows, waiting for something not so spectacular while he cleared his throat. "....you don't like the truth."

I sniggered. "You don't know me."

"I don't need to, to know that you don't like hearing the truth. I bet you're one of those kinds of guys that run…." He stopped and caught himself. Then I realized that's why he's here. He's running too.

"That would make two of us then, right?"

"Don't know what you mean."

"Seems like we're both liars that like to try and run from our problems….right Nath?"

Suddenly he pushed the plate away that was in front of him, braced his hands on the table, and got to his feet so he was looming over me. The light filtering around the room picked out the silver flecks in his eyes, and I temporarily lost the ability to swallow. "My name is Nathaniel," He smirked. "I also answer to God and Jesus under certain circumstances. And you, Craig, need to be taken down a peg or two. Especially for that god awful name you just called me."

"Wow! What a coincidence. I also go by God or Jesus under certain circumstances," I grinned at his dramatics. "Care to find out?" Oh holy mother of god! Did I just ask that? "Nope. I take it back…."

"You take it back? I'm not so sure you want to."

"Possibly."

"You got other pressing things to do?" He straightened and glanced out the window, where the snow was still falling steadily. "Planning to wash your truck or something?"

I tilted my head to one side, fighting the desperate urge to laugh. "Actually I had a Grindr blizzard hookup scheduled. OldFatCreeper87 has needs."

"Yeah, real funny. But the fact remains you want me and I'm offering you myself on a platter, because why not?"

"Whoa! Calm down there…."

"Why? Isn't it more fun fucking when we're both, I don't know pissed at each other for ridiculous reasons."

"I'm more amused than pissed to be honest. So, you want me to fuck yaaahhh."

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual." Then like two tornados in a blizzard we collided over the table. The plates hit the floor and our bodies smashed together. This had to be….I don't even know. But fuck I wanted him.