The Alpha's Mate(MM)(COMPLETE)

Chapter Seventeen

Branson Williams

I eye the silicone toy in my hand. My neck is hot, and I glance at my friend Dylan who's smiling.

"You look hilarious holding that" he chuckles. Things have heated up with Noah and I, and although I still can't stand him, I want to be prepared. So that's why we're in The Sex Palace.

"I don't know what to get, alright '' I put the dildo back, glancing around at the wall of toys.

"Probably not a huge ass dildo Bran" Dyl makes a point, and I continue to look around. A male worker, in skinny jeans and a t-shirt comes over to us.

"You guys need some help?" he asks, no judgment in his voice.

"What do you recommend for a newly found gay man?" Dylan asks, making my face catch fire. The worker glances between us, but makes his way down the wall of sex toys. He grabs a couple different, smaller options.

"These are good starters, you want to be careful not to tear. So you want to use, well uh your fingers first. Then this, and once you get used to this you can get something bigger, like this one" he holds up the options.

"Great, we will take those," Dylan says, making the guy nod. "You also want lube" he grabs a tube of lube, and we follow him to the check out.

I pay for the items, feeling a heaviness leave my chest. The toys go in a dark bag, and I take it, thanking the guy. Once we leave the store, I glance at Dyl. "Thanks man.. I appreciate it."

"Of course, that's what best friends are for," he smiles.

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Walking in with the bag in my hand, and my parents stopping me immediately to talk to me makes this so much worse.

"What's in the bag?" dad asks, brows creasing.

"Zeke.." Pops clears his throat, eyeing the bag. Dads features are smooth once he recognizes the bag.

"Oh my god!" I shriek "You guys are disgusting"

"Says the one with the bag" Pops mumbles.

"Peyton" Dad snaps, "Do you uh, have any questions?" he asks, leaning against the wall.

"Actually" I cleared my throat, "Does it hurt?" I blurted out the question, it's awkward and uncomfortable. But it's been on my mind and I've been worrying about it.

"If you do it right it shouldn't hurt too bad" Dad says, his cheeks heating up. "Take it slow, get use to it, don't rush it"

"Talk to Noah, If it hurts slow down" Pops cuts in "I know you guys aren't in the best communicating spot, but it's so important he knows if it's too much Bran" Pops stresses, making this awkward conversation turn into a sweet one.

Kind of.

I nod, fiddling with the bag. "Okay"

"Use lube" Dad adds, "Or some sort of lubricant, always"

"Yeah, otherwise it does not work smoothly" Pops says, painting a disgusting image in my head.

"Okay, thanks for that Pops' 'I shudder, and head up the stairs, I don't want to talk about that anymore with them.

I push open my bedroom door, shutting it behind me. I toss the bag on the bed, changing out of my jeans to basketball shorts. I pace in my room for a few moments, before deciding to put the toys away.

I open up the bag, taking the toys out of it. I place the larger one on the bed, and take the smaller one out of the package. I'm not going to use it right now, but I want it out of the packaging.