Kiss Him

Omegaverse

Nathaniel

Part Four

He closed his eyes for a second, breathing in and out, and finally nodded once. I pulled my shirt off and threw it in the corner, then grabbed the hem of Craig's sweatshirt and dragged it up over his head. He lifted his arms without hesitation, helping me strip him so his entire torso was bare and nearly glowing in the dimness. I trailed my fingers lightly over his bare shoulders and down his arms, making him shiver in response. "Tell me what you want."

Craig laid himself back down on the table, with his hands above his head, a picture of total supplication. "Have me," he said simply. "Any way you like."

My breath caught. I leaned over him, bracing my hands on the table on either side of his head, and I leaned down to brush our lips together. It was electric... inevitably, but there was a bittersweetness to it. What was it? Alpha? Omega? Or just two guys wanting something? "I want you….in me and in a bed." He gave a put-upon sigh, and I found myself laughing. "This is all your fault." I moaned around a smile.

"I see I have a lot to answer for." he agreed solemnly. As I trailed my mouth up his chest, kissing a tiny birthmark, nipping at a little pink scar, licking the curve of his ribs, mapping the unique topography of Craig, committing every millimeter to memory.

"I… feel very forgiving suddenly." I whispered, and I laughed again.

"Thank god. I was a little scared for a second there," he hissed, when I nipped at his neck. "....lets go to my bed."

"I'm also not in the walking mood."

"I see. So it's like that then?"

I pushed to my feet and held out a hand so I could pull him to his feet. When suddenly he had me over his shoulder. Just like that. In less than two seconds and since I'd already taken the trip to his shower I knew it would be less than twenty seconds before we were upstairs and hopefully just a few more and I'd be in his bed. "....you need to hurry, I'm counting."

"Great. It's been fifteen seconds. Almost there." Wow! He was counting too.

When we finally made it to the bedroom, with me still over his shoulder, he turned on the light and then miraculously pulled down the quilt on the bed. This man can multitask. I thought. Then I was suddenly thrown onto the mattress and before I could say a word he laughed when I bounced. "That's not funny."

"Yeah it is." He grinned, then pulled each of my sneakers off and threw them over the bed in an arc so they landed on the floor.

"Hey, careful."

"Why? Will your shoes cry?"

"Possibly. Now shut up," I demanded and pushed at him so he fell to the side of me. "Let me play first."

"Go for it," Cheeky fucker. "It's been a while though." I looked up at him, at his hooded eyes. God he's so damn gorgeous. Then I unbuttoned his jeans and started to slip them down. Craig propped his feet flat on the bed and lifted his hips to help me. I got them as far as his knees before I was laughing again.

"You have Bob Ross’s face on your underwear," I couldn't stifle my laugh. "What the hell?"

"Oh," Craig grinned up at me. "This is what happens when your cousin's boyfriend is a weirdo. Everyone needs a happy little friend, Nathaniel."

"So I see." I stared down at the underwear, reading the text, then lifted my gaze to his. "I can’t lie. Bob Ross has never turned me on more than he is right now," Craig snorted. "I feel like I need a happy little friend." I skimmed my fingers over the silky fabric of the boxers, then leaned down so I could mouth his growing erection through the material.

"Take them off," Craig demanded. "You’re basically Frenching Bob Ross right now, Nathaniel. It’s incredibly not hot."

"You think? Because my little friend seems to be enjoying himself immensely." I licked him through the slit of the boxers and he shuddered.

"If you think my little friend is gonna become a thing…" he began. But I pulled the waistband down so I could suck his tip into my mouth, and his threat ended with a groan.

"My little friend likes his name," I informed him. "You don’t get a say."

"Your friend isn’t little..." he said, both breathless and cranky.

"Awww, is that the problem? You think I’m disparaging his size? Never happen. He’s gonna feel fucking amazing in my ass." I licked up the underside of his cock once, braced a fist around his root, and relaxed the muscles of my throat so I could swallow him down. He was leaking already….salty and musky and sweet. Perfect.

"If you want him anywhere near your ass, you’d better stop," he warned, pulling at my hair a few minutes later. "I’m serious, you’ve gotta…" I let go with a pop, but his hands in my hair didn’t loosen until I moved up his body to kiss him. It was wet and sloppy and tasted exactly like I thought he would. "It’s my turn." he said, pushing me to my back beside him.

"That’s what I want." I nodded once, and he kicked his pants, socks, and boxers the rest of the way off without getting up. He grinned at me as he threw them in the air like confetti to land on the far side of the bed, near my shoes.

"Now let's get these ridiculous tight jeans off you." I couldn't stop giggling as he wrestled with my jeans, but when they were gone along with my boxers, he wasted no time sucking me all the way down his throat. My toes curled. I fought against the cramp.

Then my breath caught. "....holy...shit."

He moaned around my dick and fuck, this...is so damn good. The guy was relentless. My dick loved it and then he popped me out of his mouth. "Not yet." But when he kissed me, it wasn’t crazed or frantic, it was slow. A nudge of his nose against mine, a brush of our lips, the slide of his fingers down my sides, just flirting with me. Yet all those little touches were new and thrilling and forbidden. Like we had all the time in the world and nothing would ever come between us.

I pulled him so he was lying mostly on top of me and tilted his head to the side so I could kiss his neck, loving the way he groaned and arched against me. I’d never been a musician, but I figured making love was a lot like music. The notes were familiar, practiced, but every time you played them, you could find new meanings. Deeper meanings. And Jesus. Look who was calling it making love all of a sudden. But it didn’t feel hokey when it described what was happening between me and Craig. It felt…accurate. For strangers that is. Weird, right? But right. Oddly so. "Condom?"

"Of course. But I'm going to warn you…."

"Shit." I moaned, cutting him off.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard and so fast you'll never walk the same again."

"Holy shit. I hope you can back that up."

"Oh I can," He was devilish and perfect. He reached over and opened a drawer by the bed and pulled out a silver packet. I watched in awe as he ripped it open with his teeth. I watched as he slipped the condom over his dick and then looked back at me. His eyes had darkened. I was so in for it. He most definitely could back up his words with just one very powerful look. "Time to rock your world."

"Good." I agreed and wrapped a hand around my erection and his eyes dropped like they were guided by a homing beacon as I jacked myself slowly, more turned on by his gaze than by my own touch.

He kissed my hip, right near my cock, but not nearly close enough. Then his lips wandered up my torso, kissing every freckle and God knew I had plenty along the way. It was the exact same thing I’d done to him not long ago and I wondered if he knew what I’d been trying to convey with the gesture. I wondered if he was trying to convey the same thing. Etching every bit of me into his mind. "You are gorgeous," he whispered between kisses. "So gorgeous."

He kissed my shoulder, my bicep, the scars from the operations that had made it so I could still use my arm, though never well enough for baseball again, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat. And it shouldn’t have been sexy that he was getting all sappy, but it was. I wanted his skin on my skin. I wanted him inside me. "Craig, I…."

"Turn over," he said, like he could read my mind. I was kinda convinced he could. He arranged a pillow beneath my hips and straddled my legs from behind before running both hands over my ass, stroking the muscles there. I took a sharp breath because holy fuck. It felt momentous and hot as sin and a little scary, the way the unknown is always scary. But I wanted it. No doubt about that. I wanted Craig to take me. I wanted to forget the cold outside and only know the heat inside the room, with him. I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I needed to forget everything and everyone, even just for now. Forget I'm an Omega, but that would never be possible. Because I am one. I hated the stigma, but for some strange reasons….in this room with him, I just felt like a man. "Don't hold your voice." He whispered, sending a wave of shivers through me. Then sank right in there. Hard.

"....oh, fuck!"

"Good….boy…" He breathed against my neck. My very bare biteable neck. "Jesus….your tight…"

"Ahhhh…." Was all I had. Then I heard Craig's breath go ragged….and that was when I realized I’d closed my eyes. Because there was nothing to see from this angle, everything I cared about was happening behind me, and I didn’t want to miss a single second of it. And God, that was even worse than making love. I was turning this into something it wasn’t. A religious experience. A consummation. A promise, when that wasn’t…."Oh fuck yes…" I groaned, as he pulled and then pushed inside me again, harder, faster. It burned, yeah, but in the best possible way. The brand of ownership I’d been craving. "More."

"....fuck, you like that?" He pistoned his hips harder so the smacking sound of skin on skin reverberated around the room.

"God...yeah, faster…."

I slid one hand out from under me and down between the pillow and my cock. But he grabbed my arm and pulled my hand away. "Not yet." he demanded.

Fuck. Fuck, it was so good. I couldn’t last. I could feel my orgasm coming, all I needed was the tiniest bit of friction. "P….please…"

"....fine." Craig pulled me up onto my hands and knees, sliding the pillow away so he could wrap his hand around me, jerking me in time with his thrusts. It took two thrusts, three, four, and that was it. I was coming all over the sheets, all over myself, arching my neck back and screaming at the ceiling because nothing had ever felt so good. He grabbed my shoulders and thrust harder, working himself into me with abandon, like he was as eager to mark me as I was to be marked, like he wanted to ruin me as much as I wanted to be ruined. And then he came with a shout also, filling the condom inside me, completing the connection, because nothing made me happier than hearing him come… Especially when he wrapped his arms around my chest from behind and whispered in my ear. "....so good, beautiful…" That was it. That made my heart fall out of my chest and run around the bed and jump straight into his. God! What have I done? What am I doing? This is wrong, so wrong….but so right. I had to get out of here. I'll wait until he's asleep and then I'll go back to my cold lodge and pretend I regret everything.