(MxM)Tales Of A Shifter (P2) - The Clan Celebration

Chapter 16 - Boiling Point

Chapter 16

The next morning Brandon looked as shitty as Ezekiel felt. Almost as though his night had been filled with an erotic parade of sex dreams with no release or freedom in sight. They nearly ran each other down in the hall leading to the stairwell as they each rushed down to the kitchen.

Coming around the corner Ezekiels was already aware that he would be standing at the hallway exit. Brandon's strong scent flowered the air, heavy, and sharp it alerted Ezekiels to his presence.

But when he got there....Ezekiel was taken in.

Brandon was leaning with his back to the railing. And his head was bowed forward in silent contemplation. He was dressed in a white tee that seemed to enhance the normally hard to detect muscularity of his form. He was also sporting a long pair of jeans, which bunched up around the top of the boots that he had taken to wearing every morning. Stood with his arms crossed, and his long legs crossed at the ankles....and the ever-present black leather gloves strapped over his hands. Ezekiels had always found Brandon's visage attractive and sexy, but possibly because he had spent the entire night imagining Brandon naked....the sight of him that morning was even more of a kick in the stomach.

Everything about him was appealing. From the soft, but strong contours of his face and body, to the beautiful glimmer in his emerald gaze as Brandon glanced up from his introspection and caught Ezekiel standing across from him in the hall.

Instantly Ezekiel picked up the tension in the air that was between them. Something that only got thicker and heavier the closer the Celebration got. The more the two of them spoke, or touched....or tried to ignore it....the more it grew.

Perhaps because it was so think, Brandon's eyes connecting with his own was enough to steal his breath.

"Hi....Crappy night?" Ezekiel asked softly as he made his way to the staircases railing beside him.

Ezekiel always struggled with his scent. Some days it was hard for Ezekiel to simply ignore. It burned....it called. He struggled to understand why it drew him the way that it did. But drew him it did....and it beckoned him all the more that morning.

"Ha....you don't look much better." Brandon quipped, slight darkening's beneath his eyes were a testament to how little sleep he had gotten the night before. He shuffled his feet slightly, obviously uncertain about the proximity, but trying to to let it show.

"No, I don't suppose I do." Ezekiel tried to chuckle, but it came off far to forced to his own ears, so with a slight smile he shook his head. Ezekiel sobered and tilted his head at Brandon catching his cool gaze for a few seconds.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Ezekiel asked him. Trying to ignore the fact that Brandon's gaze was almost as cold as it had been the night of their first meeting.

"Not really. No...." Brandon replied. He didn't return Ezekiel's smile and the cold distance in his eyes didn't abate. Brandon simply shrugged, turning away from Ezekiel, without another word and staring off down the stair way.

Perhaps Ezekiel could have been more eloquent in that moment.....but Brandon's continued dispassion towards him, struck an ugly cord inside of Ezekiel. It made him want to dig in until he got....some kind of response.

Was it vanity?

Ezekiel had to wonder. Or did Ezekiel simply just hate that the man standing before him, made him feel insignificant, with only a few small words or actions.....Brandon made him feel small, when no other man on the planet had ever made him, a Reaver, feel that way.

God help me.

Ezekiel thought to himself. Secretly he hoped he was just a vain prick because the alternative made him far too unconvertable to contemplate.