Seriously, I'm not Gay

Chapter 6: Jackson

The cell is cold and dim, and my head and dick hurt so bad, it's hard to think. I barely notice, though. All I can think about is Dylan. He's all alone, going through heat for the first time...for me. From what I know about heats, it must be hell.

I'm worried about him. Very worried. He's in his most vulnerable state, and I can't be there to protect him. To help him through it. Just thinking about it makes my stomach ache. But even with the mate bond, and my lust, the foremost thoughts in my mind are that I miss him. It's been barely two hours, and already, I miss him more than anything.

My body wants him in ways that feel dirty and primal, and yet the only thing my mind wants to do is talk to him. I want to take turns on the x-box and talk about random shit. I just miss him.

And even as he's going through hell on earth, I selfishly want to be right next to him.

I lean my forehead against the wall, breathing heavily. I don't know how much longer I can sit here, not knowing how he's doing.

I mindlink my father, unable to take even a second longer.

Alpha, please let me go to Dylan. I...I know you think I'm going to hurt him, but I won't. I swear on my life.

He is silent. I've mind linked him a couple times before this, and he was silent then too. I had no reason to expect anything different. And yet, I still find myself disappointed.

If I let you out, you will come out in chains. Are you sure you want Dylan to see you like that? My fathers voice booms in my mind.

I hold my breath at his words. Do I want Dylan to see me like that? I mean, he is my mate. I want him to see me at my best. And yet, my need to see him overrules that. I have to go to him.

Yes alpha. I'm sure.

The cell door unlocks after a moment and my father comes through.

"How is he father?? Is he ok?" My father flinches, looking away from me.

"He is surviving." The breath goes out of my lungs. What does that mean??

My father chains my wrists together and grabs my arm, leading me out like I'm a prisoner. Which is fine with me, as long as I can see Dylan.

My father stops.

"Son, Dylan has been...loud. Not screaming, but loud enough that we can hear him with our enhanced hearing. I've ordered the pack out to give him some privacy,but...you will be able to hear him when we get upstairs. Please don't go crazy.

I gulp and pale. Hear him? Dylan's pain tolerance is very high. I once saw him break his arm and shrug it off like it was a mosquito bite. Is the pain so much that even he can't bear it?

We make it up the stairs, and immediately I can hear him. He's...moaning. My face goes deep red and my eyes change. Oh my god.

The noises he's making are soft. I can tell he's trying to reign them in. However, my hearing is  superior. I can hear every little noise that comes out of his mouth. I almost break then. It's too much. I've never heard Dylan like this, but if I had, I think even my unmated self would have found it attractive.

With the mate bond, however, it's a different ball game.

My father looks into my eyes, and I nod. I can do this. I can control myself. My father leads me up the stairs, and the noises get louder. The closer I get, the more my control lessens. He sounds so sexy. His voice is normally pretty low, but it's higher right now as he whimpers with need. I almost ask my father to take me back. It feels like an invasion of privacy to hear Dylan like this. He would die if he knew I could hear him.