I'm dead without you (omegaverse)

The McCallister children - Eamon

When the phone's alarm went off at seven, Eamon was already wide awake. He hadn't slept since three o'clock. First, it took a long time for him to even fall asleep, and after only three hours, he woke up. It was a dream that interrupted his sleep. It wasn't a nightmare, but he still woke up covered in sweat. He dreamed of Tem. He dreamed of the moment when they became mates, and he dreamed of the intense kisses they had shared. He dreamed that he had desperately torn off Tem's trousers, and Tem had eagerly helped him. Eamon dreamed of the moment he lost his virginity. He dreamed of how wonderful it had felt, and when Eamon woke up, he was breathing heavily, and his boxers were wet, which shocked him. He had never had a wet dream before. Eamon wasn't the type of teenager who just thought about sex all the time. He had always been indifferent to things like that, so this was a new experience for him. At first, Eamon was so embarrassed he thought he could die, but then when he thought about it some more, he figured that it wasn't so strange after all. Eamon didn't remember anything from when he and Tem first met. And in dreams, you process things that happen when you're awake. No, the dream itself didn't surprise Eamon. But what surprised him was that even though he was awake, he was still thinking about Tem and Tem's naked body. Tem was a man. A man with male genitalia, and surprisingly enough, that didn't seem to bother Eamon because when he stood and washed his dirty boxers, he thought of the dream again and instantly became hot. That startled Eamon, and he didn't try to think about it and forced himself to calm down.

Eamon tried to go back to sleep again, but he couldn't. He had too much on his mind. Instead, he looked at his cell phone. There was still no message from Tem, even though he had promised he would let Eamon know that he was alright. And Eamon did his best not to write to him. He didn't want to annoy him. Instead, Eamon was sitting there in bed with his cell phone in a firm grasp. Sometimes he looked at various finance and business websites. But he couldn't stop thinking about Tem. Eamon desperately wanted to hear from him. He wanted to hear Tem's voice, and he wanted to know if anything had happened during the dinner with Tem's and Farid's parents. Or if Farid had found out about the bond that Tem now had with someone other than him. Eamon knew that he should trust Tem when he said that Farid wouldn't harm him, that Farid was a good guy. Tem was an adult after all, he knew what he was doing. Still, it was hard for Eamon to relax.

When it was time to get out of bed, Eamon put on his school uniform and quickly combed his thick red hair. And while still looking at the phone, he started walking to the kitchen. He knew the house like the back of his hand. Or so he thought. Suddenly Eamon bumped his forehead into something hard, surprising him more than hurting him. Confused, he looked up, wondering how he had gotten to the kitchen so quickly.

"Well, good morning to you," Eamon heard Finian say.

"Good morning, dadaí."

Eamon went back to stare at the phone again. He had figured out Farid's full name and was now browsing through every social media account Farid used. Farid was slightly older than Tem, and he was working as a salesperson for a big corporation. He was a good-looking guy, and Farid appeared to be harmless from what Eamon could tell. Just as Tem had said.

While Eamon was reading about the company Farid worked for, he took a bowl from the table, poured cereal and milk into it and started eating. It was impressive that he managed to do so without making a mess. Because not once did he look away from the phone.

Even though Eamon was worried, he couldn't help but look up the financial statement of the company where Farid was employed. It was a typical Eamon thing to do. Finances were, after all, one of Eamons biggest interests. That and slasher movies and video games.

"Please sit down," he could hear his father say, and without responding, Eamon sat down on a chair.

'Interesting,' he thought to himself. The company's net profit was really good, and also the gross profit.