Axton Walker
Oakley is coming back to school today. After a week of being in bed, he decided he was ready to go. He's currently in the shower, and I'm sitting on his bed scrolling through my socials on my phone.
He's been in there a while, but I don't wanna bother him. I'm gonna give him another five minutes and then I'm gonna make sure he's okay.
He hasn't been doing the best, he's been a bit stressed and he's having self worth issues. He blames himself for what Ford did. He hasn't said it, but I can feel that's how he feels.
Speaking of Ford, he was officially shunned from our pact yesterday. He had to pack up his things in 30 minutes, and leave. His own family shunned him I guess.
I'm glad he's gone, but I wonder what's gonna happen with him. I hope he gets what he deserves.
The bathroom door opens, and Oakley comes out. He's wearing a loose shirt, and some jeans. He rubs his arms, and makes his way to his closet.
"Want mine?" I ask, offering up my hoodie. Slowly, he makes his way over taking the hoodie. He slips it on, then runs his fingers through his hair. His eyes are slightly puffy, and his cheeks are flushed. "You okay baby?"
"Don't call me that" he murmurs, but he climbs into my lap. Things have shifted. Oakley is a lot more physical with me. I think it was all the cuddling, but I love it. I'd keep him in my lap forever.
My arms circle around his thin waist. Which is another concern of mine. He's lost some weight. He was little before, but he seems to have lost like 10 pounds in a week. It feels that way, anyways.
I pull him close, as he nuzzles his head into my neck. He stays in my arms, until his mom comes up and knocks on the door. She doesn't wait, pushing it open. "You guys gotta leave soon or you'll be late" she says, giving me a small smile.
"Come on" I murmured, and when he made no effort to move, I pushed to my feet. He squeaks, and a rare giggle slips out. It's quick, and sweet but I heard it.
My wolf is so fucking content.
Oakley clings to me, his legs going loosely around my waist as I carry him through his house. Once we get downstairs, and to the front door he huffs.
"I'll walk"
"I'll carry you like this through school, baby. I don't give a fuck" and that's the truth. This man is mine, and I love it.
"No" he squirms in my arms, and slips down to his feet. He grabs his bag, and we make our way outside. "Can we drive together?" he asks. "Please"
I nod, and glance over him one more time. "Of course, let me drive" I make my way to my sedan, and he follows.
On the way to school, he ends up slipping his hand on my thigh. He holds on, like I'm the only thing grounding him.
That's when it hits me. And it hits fucking hard.
I am the only thing grounding him. He's been so touchy and close because he needs me. Because he wants me.
I glance over, and Oakley is already looking at me. Well, he's looking at his hand on my leg.
I pull into a parking spot in the back of the school. I parked far away from everyone to give him some time to calm down, but that doesn't work.
Because my mate is leaning across the center console, and kissing me. It takes a second for my brain to catch up, and realize what's happening. But my hand cups his jaw, as his tongue swipes the seam of my lips.
I open for him, letting him push his way into my mouth. His tongue brushes against mine, and blood is pumping through me, quick. He whimpers, and that overwhelming need takes over. I'm tugging him into my lap. He gets situated quickly, his arms circling my neck. My hands slide around his waist, tugging his body close to mine.
He kisses down my cheek, to my jaw. To my neck. My head tilts, and he sucks and nips my sensitive skin. I groan, my hands sliding to his ass, grabbing him tightly. He squeaks against my skin, but keeps kissing and sucking.
"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" I murmured, gripping his ass harder. I use that for leverage to grind him into me.
That stops the kissing.
His head falls forward, hitting my shoulder as a soft moan slips free. "Ax.." his voice is slightly rough, and it goes to my fucking head. I do it again, grinding him into me. He sucks in a deep breath, and his hands slide to my shoulders holding on.
I nudge his head, going for his pulse. I suck the skin between my teeth, and sink them into him. He gasps, hips jutting forward on their own. I groan into his skin.
"We can't do this here" he murmurs, stopping our heated moment. I release him, placing a kiss over the angry purple mark on his neck.
"Whatever you say, baby"
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School goes by slow as fuck. I see Oakley, and he seems okay. But when we're not together I can feel a weird nauseous feeling pulse through our bond. It's strong too. Overwhelming even.
I text him, but he doesn't answer. And when I see him he seems okay. He doesn't eat lunch though, and says he's gonna eat once he gets home. I have practice, so I'm sure he will eat. He has gotten better at doing it.
By the end of the day I'm antsy to see him, but I have practice. I met up with him a few minutes beforehand, but it's not enough. I get a quick kiss, an "I'm okay" and a hug. Then he leaves me to do my thing.
John Adam and Jake bug me about Oakley all throughout practice. They came a couple times to check on him, which Oakley said was sweet. Jake was really worried, and brought flowers. Adam and John brought some chocolate Giana said Oakley likes.
I don't really know, but they're trying and that matters, right?
"Is he feeling better?" Jake asks, again as we shower. There's these like half walls separating us, and he keeps glancing over at me as we shower.
"I already told you. He's doing as good as he can be"
"But does he need anything?" Jake huffs.
"Oaks need something?" John asks, a towel around his waist as he uses another to dry his hair. "I can get him what he needs so you can stay with him"
"I really appreciate the effort you guys are putting in. It's sweet and meaningful. But you guys are like a helicopter mom right now" i turn off my shower, wrapping myself in a towel. "He's okay. I've got him, if I need anything I won't hesitate to ask. I promise"
"He's just worth a lot more than we gave him. We want to make up for it"
"Why don't we plan a sleepover this weekend then? Us and Giana. We can get food and watch movies. His favorites. His moms won't care, but i'll double check with them"
"Yeah man. We should do that" Jake nods.
"I can get pizza" Adam says, slipping on his shirt. He's fully dressed now.
"I can get ice cream" John nods, finishing with his hair.
"I'll bring Giana and some snacks and drinks?" Jake offers.
"Sounds good to me, honestly" I shrug.
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I love that we get to see his friends trying to make up for the wrong doing too. I think that's so important. I love how they're relationship is devolping. And a little kissing? Oooo I love it! haha. Thoughts??
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