Kiss Him

Omegaverse

Craig

Part Seven

I sat for a while staring at Marcus. He'd look up at me every few seconds, but he stayed completely silent. For a guy of so many fucking words, he had absolutely nothing to say now. Such a liar. He had plenty he wanted to say. But don't get me wrong, I've never been one of those guys who would get dirt on someone who didn't want their dirt aired, not counting Marcus because he happily aired his dirt. But something in me screamed I needed to know. I had to know. Me and Nathaniel know nothing about each other, but what our bodies wanted or could do. Yet deep inside the miserable guy that I am, I felt a deeper connection to Nathaniel. A connection I kind of wanted to make a lot more….deeper? I think. "....Marcus, you need to tell me what you know."

He shook his head. "...no. I shouldn't have done that. That was a mistake."

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair and then scrubbed them over my face. This felt like a lost cause. "Marcus," Walker said softly. "What do you know?"

Walker and I turned to look at him. Then he took a deep breath. "....fine. I mean it's not like I know the guy personally. It's just you hear things and then when you hear things you can't help but look those things up, right?" I shook my head. Although I've done just that where Marcus was concerned. "....anyway," he continued, while rubbing his belly. "The Douglas name was pretty big back in england. The family owned so much real estate and a huge construction company, they were pretty hard to ignore. Especially with an older sister who's a model and a mother that used to be like a prima ballerina back in the day. Well….Nathaniel is their son and he was also engaged to a guy whose family owne a huge pharmaceutical company. It was apparently going to be the wedding of the century until they found he was also fucking his fiancé's brother."

"Holy shit," I breathed out. "How do you know all this?"

"I'm from England. But I also liked to keep up with what was happening back home. It was my mom that mentioned it first anyway and I just couldn't help myself. But that's all I know."

"Fuck."

"I'm really sorry Craig. I didn't mean to upset him. I didn't…." Oh god! Marcus and tears. So I moved quickly and wrapped my arms around him.

"I know Marcus. I'll talk to him." He sniffed against my shoulder and I moved to look at him.

"I've just made today really bad. All I ever do is make good days bad…"

Walker snorted, but his smile was sympathetic. "....have you ever noticed that we spend our time looking for a deeper meaning in the bad things that happen, but when things are going well, we hardly notice it at all? Like, you spill your coffee or burn your toast, and you’re convinced that it’s gonna be a bad day, right? But how often do you say, 'Look at that perfectly cooked toast! Today’s gonna be amazing!" Marcus shrugged. "Secret to being happy is seeing the signs in the good stuff, I think." Marcus gave Walker one of those sappy looks, like he couldn’t quite believe anyone that amazing could be real, but this time it didn’t bother me at all since I was pretty sure I was giving Walker that same look myself. "Look. Bad shit happens. We've all had our share of bad shit and there is always a silver lining. Don't be upset baby, okay. Craig will deal with Nathaniel and then you can apologize soon. Let's give them both space." Walker stood up and helped Marcus to his feet. "Go talk to him Craig."

"I will…."

"Hold that. Marcus go get your coat, I'll be right with you," Marcus sniffed again and then waddled off to get his coat. "Craig. I know this isn't easy. But you know what? I think you like the guy. So go tell him you like him."

"What? No...

"As your family and most probably your only friend, I’m about to give you what my mother likes to call a Come to Jesus. You ready?"

"Maybe?"

Walker nodded. "Ya like him. Like how I really fucking liked Marcus the second I met him…."

"Even though he took your ass virginity and bit your neck?"

"You're going off topic. Prick. But you do. I noticed straight away, felt it too. Go see him. Just do it."

"I didn't take his ass virginity, he let me." Marcus added and we both shot him a 'shut up look'

"Alright, fine." Walker blew out a breath. "Happens to the best of us," he told me grudgingly. "The important thing is not 'ass virginity' it's what you're going to do now. Like fix whatever it is between you, right?"

"How’d you fix it? I'm so bad at this sort of thing." I demanded.

Marcus grinned. "Pretty sure I give Walker a…"

"Discussion," Walker interrupted, giving Marcus a quelling look. "A lovely, lovely discussion."

"A discussion." I snorted.

"Yep. In any available bed or closet." Marcus grinned at Walker. "I’m very good at… discussions." Marcus smirked.

"You are, baby. Very good."

"Yeah. Enough. Go away and I'll go have a 'discussion' with Nathaniel."

"Closets are fun places for discussions and showers too."

"Don't I know it," I mumbled. "Just go and I'll call you in the morning. You want more pop tarts right?"

Marcus's eyes lit up. "Obviously."

"Alright. See you tomorrow Craig. Come on baby. Let's go snuggle…." I closed my eyes. I didn't even want to imagine pregnant snuggling. It gave me the chills. Now I needed to get some kind of Craig speech going on. So I grabbed my thick coat and slipped my boots on and made my way out, to see Walker and Marcus taking a slow walk towards the main house. I chuckled, because they are idiots and so am I apparently.

I turned around and started to walk the ten feet to Nathaniel but stopped a couple feet from his and stared blankly at a snow covered bush. "Right. Say sorry. Like, I'm really sorry for being a dick. Wait, was I dick? Maybe. No….sorry for how Marcus was and sorry for just letting you walk away when you clearly needed me? Or maybe just someone to talk to. Shit….stupid bush." I shook out my arms and took the last steps until I was at his door. I went to knock when it suddenly opened and I stepped back.

"....Craig….what are you doing?"

"Oh, erm. Right. Well I wanted to talk to you…"

"You do?"

"I do."

"Okay…"

I took a deep breath. "Right, well….I'm sorry…." Then I noticed his suitcase. "You're leaving?"

"I guess, yeah. I shouldn't have come here at all…."

"Right? Okay. Even if it does mean that the whole speech I’ve been delivering to that plant over there for the last five minutes is useless now." Nathaniel smiled wryly. "Apparently talking to succulents is kind of my thing now."

"Well, it must have been a good speech. The plant hasn't done a runner."

"Well, I guess yeah. But you are, so it's pointless."

"Or….you could give me a reason to stay. Unless your 'friend' has put you off me."

I huffed. God! This is stupid. So….fuck it and I grabbed his face and smashed our lips together. I guess we'll be discussing things Marcus and Walker's way. Then I was surprised when Nathaniel’s hands tensed on my waist. "Don't leave." I took a deep breath. "Or not."

"Wow." He raised an eyebrow. "That was the speech? Because the beginning was good, but the end could use some…"

I put a hand over his mouth. "In my rehearsals, there were fewer interruptions."

"Because it’s a plant, Craig," he said patiently. "Plants don’t talk back."

"Can we go in? It's cold."

"Fine."

Finally I was in the warmth of the lodge and I also couldn't ignore his scent. The whole place was filled with a sweet floral smell that made all the hairs on my body stand on end. "....this….is strong." I mumbled through my hand.

Nathaniel spun on his heel, his face was flushed. Probably just as flushed as mine felt. "Yeah. I guess my pheromones are pretty strong right now. So maybe you should just go…."

"Nope," I grabbed him and again connected our lips. I don't care. I want him. I want all of him and everything else can be saved for later, or tomorrow. "I want you." I whispered into his mouth.

"Want you too." Then he sucked in a deep breath, like he’d exhausted all the oxygen in his lungs, and rolled his shoulder to ease the tension there. Then he nodded once, like he was putting the period at the end of a sentence. Fucking adorable. Fucking perfect.

"Bed?"

"Yeah. Bed." Great. I thought. No need for anymore words. So we rushed upstairs. Rushed our clothes. Rushed to put our bodies together again. I wanted to give myself to him. Desperately so.

I pulled his legs apart so I could kneel between them and stare down at him, all creamy and gorgeous against the white sheets. "I’m glad I'm here," I whispered. "So, so glad."

"And I’m glad you came here," he said softly. "Now give me what my body wants."

I smiled. "Gladly."

My hand trailed down to wrap around his cock, and his head went back on a gasp. "Yeah," he breathed. "Just like that, Craig. Oh, fuck. I want…"

"What do you want, love? Faster? Harder?"

He slid his knees up to lock his feet behind my waist. "I want you. Inside me."

I slid a little lower on the bed and rocked again so my cock slid against the cleft of his ass. "Like this?" He sucked in a breath through his nose, and his hand gripped my shoulder with bruising intensity. Part of me couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Again. Part of me felt how inevitable it was, like stars finally coming into alignment or something. Part of my brain, probably that stupid, self-sabotaging part was rolling its eyes at how I’d become a poet all of a sudden, when I’d fucking hated stuff like this before, but the rest of me knew that this was inevitable too. And right.

I braced one hand on the bed, wrapped the other around the base of my cock, and pushed against him. He pushed back, and then suddenly the tip of my erection was inside him. It felt like the most serious, solemn thing I’d ever done. Again. "Oh holy mother of a fucking duck!" Nathaniel yelled, his eyes popping open. I had to stifle a laugh, because this was serious. So serious. So….so good. "Just give me one teeny, tiny minute." He panted. But it didn’t even take that long before he was pushing against me, silently demanding more, and I was sliding inside him fully. It felt so good, I pulled out and sank back in again just to see if it was as good the second time, but it was even better, especially with his moans in my ear, and his hands clutching my hair, and the look of frozen shock on his face when my cock tagged his prostate.

"....shit. I'm going faster….fuck!"

"Touch me!" he demanded. "Please, please, please…" I levered myself up farther and reached a hand between us so I could jack him in time to my thrusts. One of his hands landed on my bicep and he trailed his fingers over the muscle slowly, his eyes hot and wild. "You’re so damn strong…" I moved my hand faster because the rasp of his voice and the heat in his eyes made my balls draw up tight, and I could practically feel my orgasm coming, like a line of wildfire running down my back.

"Come on, Nathaniel. Come for me."

"Coming. Fucking coming! I...Oh, shit!" Ropes of cum shot out of his dick and up onto my chest and abs, and the sight of it, the sticky heat of it, was enough to overpower my resistance. I thrust inside him once, twice, and then I was coming too, harder than I ever had in my life, throwing my head back to the ceiling and positively roaring because it felt that damn good.

Then...we lay together for a minute, glued together more like….while I tried to catch my breath and my heart resumed its normal rhythm. I finally pulled out a few minutes later, but he didn’t let me pull away. "....you….okay?"

"Yeah."

I nuzzled my nose in his neck. He smells so fucking good. So damn good I felt my dick getting hard again. "Looks like I'm almost ready for round two." I said, wagging two fingers in his face.

He giggled. Cute. "So, does that mean we're like mates for life now?" He was smiling and joking. But somewhere inside me I didn't want it to be a joke, but I didn't have the gall to say it either. Not yet. "I need the loo."

"Shame."

"Oh don't worry, I'll be right back for round two." I laughed out loud, not even caring about the way our combined sweat glued us together. Because I was here. Right now. It doesn't matter what happened with Nathaniel, that's his past. I'm with him in the here and now. Not back then. When it's right, it's right. I guess. So we'll go slow and see where it takes us.