Omega Blues (Gay Romance)

Chapter Seven: What I Always Wanted

Matt

I woke up with a hard-on, and Bren's wolf body mostly covering me.

I didn't want to wake him up, so I had to move slowly and carefully. I crept my hand over my torso and down into my pajama pants. I didn't even dare breathe, I didn't want to move too much and wake up Bren when he seemed to be sleeping. I closed my hand over my cock—morning-hard and ready to go.

I tried to pinch tight and hurt myself to make my erection go down, but I just ended up giving it a squeeze that sent a wave of pleasure through me.

I had to bite back a groan. Not good. So, so not good.

I didn't want to risk any more squeezes or pinches. So I just fitted my dick in my hand and flattened it against my abdomen where the waistband of my pajama pants bit into it. Just enough pain for my morning wood to start deflating.

When my hand was back out of my pants, I breathed a sigh of relief. A small but important success in Operation: Don't Totally Embarrass Yourself In Front Of Your Sleeping Friend!

I lay for a few minutes, silently congratulating myself on not letting my dick make me look like a total dick.

But Bren was snuggling into me as he slept. He kept wiggling just a little bit closer. He was half over me anyway, his wolfy bulk squashing me like a friendly sofa.

I liked snuggly-wolf Bren. Waking up next to him—or beneath him, or whatever—was awesome.

I put a hand in his fur. I couldn't help it, I just liked the feel of it. He was so strong and so powerful and so solid, and his fur was long and coarse with soft fluff beneath like a warm glove. When he was a person there was nothing soft about him, he was all tough and tough and ready for action and always knew the right thing to say. He let me cuddle him, but only because I cuddled everyone. He didn't go around asking for affection.

So, yeah. I was delighted to get to cuddle him. I love cuddles. Having other people want to cuddle me is the very best feeling in the whole world. And Bren was cuddling up to me in his sleep, wrapping himself around me like it was so natural. That was a thing that Will did and which—like so many other things—made more sense since I realized he was a werewolf. He liked to sleep cuddled up, like wolves in a pile. Sometimes we all slept like that, and those were my favorite nights: the band all heaped on top of each other, nothing dirty, just being close.

But I knew that wasn't just a wolf thing, it was a trust thing. If a person gets into someone else's bed and spends the night with them, that shows trust. But it's an even bigger deal with wolves. They're all about their packs and don't go around rolling into bed—or a den, or hole, or whatever—with strangers wolves. Bren's snuggles meant he thought of me as his pack.

I just wished it didn't turn me on so much.

His body was so solid. I'd always fantasized about someone's bulk on top of me, of someone so big and heavy and strong that I'd feel totally protected by their body. And Bren was totally satisfying that, even as a wolf.

His coarse fur was all over my skin and I felt his breathing against my chest. He was heavy enough, and leaning on me enough, that I had trouble thinking about anything else. Bren was just so cool and so nice, so strong and so supportive, and so hot.

And he was there with me in bed, all squished up with me. How could I think about anything else? Or make my dick think about anything else? That wasn't going to happen!

But at least he wasn't awake, so I had a few minutes to calm myself down and think about something—anything—less sexy.

Pretty much as soon as I thought it, Bren woke up.