Naughty and Romantic One-Shots (boyxboy)

Mate Sweet Mate Part II

*It's been many years since I wrote the first part to this, but while rereading it, I realized that I had never done a part II like I had planned. So here we are, finally seeing Nicholas claiming Dominic. I hope you enjoy it!

(Dominic POV)

     It had been two weeks since Nicholas had found and saved me in the woods that fateful night. Everything still felt surreal as we got to know each other. We talked every day, sharing stories of our lives. We talked about our families and childhoods, past relationships, etc... I told him about Ethan and how hurt I'd been. Nicholas hadn't been pleased and I had to convince him not to hunt Ethan down. After meeting each other, neither of us wanted to be separated from the other, so Nicholas had taken me into town to pick up some of my stuff from my apartment and collect my pooer neglected cat. Calypso was not happy to have been alone for two days, but thankfully wasn't starving or thirsty due to the water and food dispensers I had. 

     Speaking of my traitorous cat, she was currently draped across Nicholas's broad chest as he quietly read on the couch, long legs stretched out to rest on the armrest at the opposite side. I watched enviously as Nicholas stroked her soft fur and she purred in response.  

     "Aren't you supposed to be working?" Nicholas asked with a smirk, startling me out of my thoughts. He hadn't even looked at me, probably having felt my eyes on him.

     Thankfully, I worked from home as an independent graphics arts and web designer and usually made web pages for clients. I worked hard, but picked my own hours. 

     "I'm too restless, " I replied honestly.

     While it was true I was restless, I also knew why. It had been two weeks since being rescued; twelve days since waking up fully and being told I was Nicholas's mate, yet Nicholas hadn't made any move to claim me. He hadn't even kissed me. Did he have second thoughts? Maybe he'd realized he'd been wrong?

     It made no sense to me. The last twelve days had been wonderful. Nicholas was amazing in so many ways; he could be so sweet and funny, and he always went out of his way to make me feel comfortable. Every night he hugged me good night, tucking me into his bed and insisting that he sleep on the couch. But he didn't act like he regretted anything, yet he still did and said nothing about claiming me. Maybe it was time to step up and try to move things along. Decision made, I saved my work and closed my laptop.

     "Nicholas, would you like to go out to dinner with me?" I inquired softly. 

     I held my breath as I waited for a response. It was part a test to see if Nicholas would be seen in public with me and part that I wanted to show off this gorgeous man who was so amazing. Hopefully, by the end of the evening, I'd have the guts to ask about Nicholas claiming me. At my words, Nicholas put his book down and sat up, dislodging Calypso from her perch. Disgruntled, she sauntered off to another part of the house. His eyes searched mine gently and he smiled warmly.

     "I would love to," he said just as softly. 

     My breath whooshed out in relief as I smiled back at him. After some discussion, we decided on Italian. There was a casual, but romantic,  Italian restaurant in town that we both enjoyed. Taking my clothes into the bathroom, I prepared for our date. When I emerged to let Nicholas change, I stopped in my tracks, finding him standing in the bedroom half naked. He casually finished pulling up his jeans and turned to look at me. I was stunned into silence as my eyes greedily drank him in. Nicholas stood still and let me look my fill.

     This was the first time I'd seen him bare since he'd rescued me and I'd been in no state to appreciate the view then. The dark smattering of hair across his chest didn't hide his nipples, the dark nubs puckered slightly in the cool bedroom air. His muscles were pronounced but not too large, more defined than bulky. The hair continued down his flat stomach narrowing into a treasure trail that disappeared into his jeans. Jeans that barely clung to his hips, exposing the delicious v-lines of his lower stomach.