Omega Blues (Gay Romance)

Chapter Five: Wolf Burritos

Matt

"Ugh!" I landed on my head and shoulder. For a few seconds I was seeing stars, and then I was just lying on a beach of agony in waves of pain.

"Matt! Are you okay?" Bren's voice. He was human again, unless I'd magically learned to speak Wolf in the last minute.

"Oh man," I muttered. The pain was fading, all the better to let me think about my embarrassment. I'd just toppled off the counter in front of Bren—effortlessly cool, always awesome, totally chill Bren. "I'm so embarrassed."

"About what?"

"I just fell over! Oh, man. I swear I'm not always that clumsy." Cold waves of pain had become hot waves of embarrassment. But then the hot waves of embarrassment faded, too. Because... Wolves! There had been wolves in the kitchen! I hadn't just fallen over, I'd been frightened by wolves. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and face either the fear or the humiliation.

"Are you okay?" Bren's hand was on my face, tilting my chin up. Definitely a human hand, not a paw. On the downside it looked like my fall hadn't bumped the part of my brain that let me suddenly understand wolves, but at least he was back.

"Hello."

"Oh, good." Bren let out a rush of breath. "I thought you were hurt. I'd have to explain it to your parents."

I opened my eyes. "You're worried about my parents, not me? Now I am hurt!" But I wasn't. I was looking into Bren's eyes, warm and familiar brown, crinkled at the edges with his smile.

"I'm just glad you're not hurt."

"From the most embarrassing injury in all of history," I finished for him. There was Bren, sweeping in to rescue me like a really furry prince charming. And there was me, lying on the ground, covered in flour.

"It's not embarrassing at all," he said. "And there's nothing wrong with being clumsy."

"You saved me."

"I didn't. Maybe if I'd moved an instant earlier, I could have caught you. But I didn't." He said it so earnestly that I kinda had to believe him. I didn't even try to make a joke, because all my attention was on how close he was. His hand was still on my face.

Also, he was naked.

"Should we get up? Matt?"

"Hmm?" He was naked. Nothing else seemed to matter.

Bren was naked. And not all messed up with fear or pain or something. Just gloriously bare and brown and... "You're really hairy."

For a moment, Bren was confused. He glanced down at himself: All that sweet dark skin and thick chest hair begging to be touched. And he just frowned like it was nothing. "Genetics."

"Oh yeah. Because you're a werewolf. Wolfs are all furry."

"I think I'm just a hairy guy." He shrugged. And, naked and lying on his side, that shrug was a cool thing to watch.

He was acting totally chill about being naked. I tried to play it cool, but my eyes were bugging out of my skull. I told myself not to look, or at least to stop staring at his chest and his arms and his, oh god, his shoulders.

I'd never been around a naked guy before. And now this guy, this very delicious guy, was an inch away and practically humping me. I'd gone from terror to nude floor cuddles and the quick switch made me busy. This was probably the best day of my life... ever.

Don't mention the fact he's naked, be cool, don't mention the fact he's naked... "You're not wearing any clothes."

Goddammit Matt, you had to fanboy squeak it out!