Kiss Him

Omegaverse

Craig

Part Five

I woke with loud thudding on my front door and also very alone in my bed. I looked around and saw Nathaniel's clothes had gone. So I dragged myself from my bed and quickly threw my thick robe around me and ran from my room and downstairs. Nothing. No Nathaniel and someone was still hammering on my door. I groaned and opened it to see Paul standing there in his thick coat and snow covered hat. "Hey Craig."

"What?"

"Sorry if I woke you, but I wanted to let you know the electrics are back on."

"Oh right, cheers."

"Shit, you alright? You look like hell."

"I'm good. Coffee will fix it," Paul smiled and knocked the front of his boot on the doorstep, trying to rid it off excess snow. "You wanna come in?"

"No I'm good. I've kinda had my fill of miserable looking guys this morning."

"What do you mean?" I queried.

"Oh, the guy a couple down from you….Nathaniel. He looked just as shit as you. Sounded it too. What is it with everyone around here lately?"

"Dunno buddy. Storm looks like it's almost passed."

"Yeah. Just heavy snowfall now," he stepped back to leave. "Oh I had a call from Walker last night." He added.

"Oh god. What now?"

"He was just checking in. I told him everything was fine," he turned away. "Oh and he said he'll be here soon."

"Fuck my life. Why?"

Paul smiled and rubbed his hand over the beard he's been trying to perfect lately. "Come on. Its no so bad. I said they could stay at my lodge since I'm mostly staying in the main house."

"They?"

"Yep. Both of them."

"Couldn't you have lied and said there was no way they could come?"

"I can never lie to Walker. You know that. Plus he'd kick my ass if I did and I really don't want another black eye."

"That was your fault anyway."

Paul laughed and stepped down into the snow. "Yeah. Anyway, I'll see you later. Join me for a drink okay."

"Sure. Later." Paul nodded and walked away. I leaned out my door a little to look down at the lodge Nathaniel was staying in. The porch light was on and all I could hear was the wind howling. I thought fuck it and stepped back inside and slammed my door. He fucking fled as soon as I fell asleep. What a joke. But then again it's something I probably would have done too. And now It was apparently possible to feel completely hollow and heavy as lead at the same time. How interesting. How horrible. How damn pathetic. Need coffee. Very strong coffee and possibly my brain scooping out and replaced with one that didn't give a shit. I tried to dig deep for some reserve of strength or pride, to put a happy smile on my face, but I came up empty. I wasn’t fine. I couldn’t pretend this was fine. It wasn't and I feel like fucking shit. "Coffeeeeeee…." I let out a long breath and went to my kitchen to put the kettle on. Then realized I no longer needed my generator and quickly rushed down into the cellar. "Well, your shit." I whispered. The thing had already switched off after running out of petrol. Thank fuck the storm had gone, almost. We must have at least five foot of snow if not more.

Don't care. I shook my head and went back up into my kitchen and switched on the boiler so I could warm up the lodge and went back to making my very strong coffee. Then I made a disgusted noise and reached for the bottle of whiskey by my sink and poured a generous amount along with my coffee in the mug. I grabbed the whiskey and went to my table. It was still a complete mess and the food from yesterday was still uncooked and going to waste. Don't care about that either. I needed to numb the ache, although I couldn't pinpoint where the ache was. Maybe all over, yet it had to have started somewhere. Possibly my chest? Or brain? So much for me being alone up here and again I was looking around at the disarray until my phone started buzzing. "....hey mom."

"Hey sweetie. Are you okay? I tried calling yesterday but it wasn't always going through and when it did I got no answer."

Yeah I know. I thought. Didn't want to talk to anyone else and I was too busy being buried in a tight ass to care. "Sorry mom. I'm good. Storms practically gone now."

"Great. You sound like death."

"Do I?" I quickly gulped a large amount of coffee and then laced the rest with more whiskey. My mug now contained more Irish than coffee, but it wasn’t enough. "I'm fine though."

"Come back home. The weather is nice here."

"Na. I like the cold."

"Yeah, you are so weird. Just like your cousin," oh god. "I spoke to your uncle Phil the other day. He had Walker and that very strange boyfriend of his there. Now that's a weird one. Never thought Walker would be with an Omega like that… "

"Stop mom. That's enough. You don't need to put everyone down all the time."

"I do not do that." She snapped.

"Yeah you do. And it's Walker's life not yours. Uncle Phil loves Marcus, they all do so you have no right butting your nose in his life and his choices."

"Well," my mom hesitated for a moment. "Fine. You can ignore shit, but I can't."

"Yeah. Because ignoring shit had worked so well for me up until now. You should try it out for size sometime. Anyway I'm getting off the phone, got stuff to do."

"Fine, Craig."

"Yeah, fine mom." And I cut off the call. This is why I don't do relationships. My mother. Imagine if that was me taking Marcus home as my partner. I would never have lived that down, but it's not me, it's Walker and she has no say in his life choices. Although she's damn well tried to before. My mom can be petty and pretty manipulative when she wants to. I'm still so surprised my dad is actually still with the woman. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her but I do hate how damn cynical she is. Now I had to actually find some shit to do. I had to busy my brain, because all that kept coming up was Nathaniel. My asshole brain kept throwing images at me. His beautiful face. Beautiful body. Perfect smell. His crazy accent. It just kept on giving me something else I needed to forget. I looked at my whiskey. Another glass for another memory forgotten. If only.

So I decided to take a shower and made my way upstairs and into my bathroom. I looked around and everything was neat and tidy, then I noticed a ring on the shelf just under my mirror. Must be Nathaniel's. I picked it up and took a closer look at the shiny silver band. "All my life for you." It read. What the fuck? Is that why he's running? Maybe from someone? Someone who gave him this ring? I took a deep breath and put it back, I'd deal with that later. First, shower.

I stood under the hot spray for a while, trying to decide where to go from here. What came next? Give him that ring back and just go back to Florida? I came here for myself and now I'm not myself. I feel lost somewhere between. Stuck in the middle of my very own storm. Fuck the one that was outside, mine was worse. I sighed and shut off the water and stepped out. I swiped my towel across the condensation on the mirror and took stock of my reflection. My eyes were red, my cheeks were bristly, and my hair was a mess. I looked… fragile. I looked like a guy who sat around waiting for other people to decide his fate, because that’s exactly what I’d been doing. "Get. It. Together." I slapped my cheeks and quickly dried off and went to my room and chucked on a tracksuit. Then went back into the bathroom and picked up that silver band and put it carefully in my pocket. "It's now or never." I whispered and made my way downstairs and slipped my boots and coat on.

As I made my way out I noticed the snow had almost stopped. Finally. But it was damn deep. Oh well, I needed to get this ring back to Nathaniel and then just go home and deal with my shit there. Call Walker and tell him not to bother driving hours and hours for nothing. I took a breath in and knocked on the door and waited and waited and waited. I tapped my foot, because I wasn't a very patient man and he was testing my patience. So I knocked again, harder this time and finally the door creaked slowly open. "....what do you want?" He asked. His voice sounded croaky.

"You left this at mine," I reached into my pocket and pulled out the silver band. "It was in my bathroom."

"Oh, right. Sorry."

"It looked important."

"It is. Thank you for bringing it back."

"Your welcome….anyway I'm off so you don't need to worry about bumping into me…."

"What? Why?"

"Well it doesn't really concern you. So...see ya." I started to move away from him when I suddenly felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Craig! Wait…"

"For what?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Forget it. Thanks for bringing this back…." Then he stopped mid sentence to look past me.

At what? What's back there? Then I heard a familiar voice and I very slowly closed my eyes. "Oi! Dip shit!"

"Oh fuck," I whispered. "Please God." And I opened my eyes to see a small half smile on Nathaniel's face.

"Seems you have company."

"It would definitely seem that way," I turned to see Marcus all fat and standing in the snow by Walker's car. "Why now?" I suppose I best bite the proverbial bullet and go to him. So I took two steps at a time and made my way over to Marcus.

"Thanks, you gotta help Craig. I can't walk through knee deep snow."

"What's Walker doing?"

"He's on the phone to his mom. Come on, help you retard."

"Your mouth is still just as shitty as your personality."

"Obviously. By the way, who's that?" He asked, pointing towards Nathaniel who was still standing in his doorway. Grinning.

"Oh, no one…."

"Oh bullshit. You can't lie your way out of a wet paper bag."

"What?"

"Fuck! Hold me up or something," he moaned, trying to steady himself. "I'm literally a whale. So do a better job."

"I'm trying you asshole." Finally we made it up to my porch. Marcus was holding onto my arm for dear life. Obviously I wasn't going to let him fall.

"There, better?"

"Yep. Walker!!"

"With a mouth like that you'll wake the dead."

"You never know. Imminent zombie apocalypse could be fun."

"Yeah. If we can out run you we'd be safe."

"Pffft….hey! You!" Marcus hollard. "On the doorstep! Come here!"

Nathaniel looked around briefly and realized he was the only other one standing on a doorstep. I prayed he'd ignore Marcus, shut his door and not come over. But as you can probably guess, that didn't happen and he quickly rushed out through the snow and up to my door. "....me? Right?"

"Yeah you. I'm Marcus."

"Right. Nathaniel."

"Nice to meet ya Nathaniel. You coming in? I mean you two look like you know each other."

"Not really," Nathaniel muttered. "But I guess I could."

"Love the accent. Birmingham right?"

"Erm yeah. You're from London?"

"Yeah and no. Outskirts. But my folks are actually from Finland," then Marcus paused for a moment. "I know your face….fuck. Where do I know your face from?" Nathaniel almost looked like he shrank a few inches. Now this….this was interesting.