Matt
Having a sexy werewolf boyfriend wasn't as fantastic as I'd expected it to be.
Bren told me I had to go back to school instead of staying with him, and after a week I had to admit he was right. After the hectic daze of touring, it was great to have things back to normal.
Almost normal, anyway. For our second year of college, the whole band got a place together off campus. It was meant to be the five of us, but our guitarist Chop never came back. She'd fallen in love with a scary werewolf girl on tour and they'd left together after the tour, but I was sure she'd come back in time for classes.
I just kept waiting for her, expecting her to turn up. But then three weeks passed without her.
It felt like something was missing. I talked to Bren on the phone all the time, but that didn't make up for losing a friend. Not to mention how hard it was to go from playing gigs every day to not even having a band to practice with.
I wasn't a werewolf and I didn't have a band. In some ways life had been better before I'd even known werewolves existed, back when it was the five of us against the world. Bren was the only thing that stopped me aching with regret over how things had changed.
It was the weekend before the full moon and I was staying in town. I'd spent so much time talking with Bren on the phone and watching movies with my friends that I was already behind on coursework. I spent a solid day and a half, home alone, catching up.
By Sunday afternoon I'd finished, so I celebrated by making an extra-fancy lunch while on the phone with Bren. I got caught up in talking and the call went for hours as I dawdled around the kitchen.
"It's getting cooler," he was saying. "I'm going to have to bring the blankets out of storage and clean out the fire, any day now."
"It's still plenty warm here. You should come down."
His laugh over the phone was so sweetly familiar, the low chuckle that had taunted me with desire all the way through our tour. "You know it will get cold. Just wait."
"Or I could come up there?" I offered. "I could keep you warm."
"The blankets can keep me warm," he said, "it's their job. Yours is to get an education."
If he hadn't noticed the flirting in my tone, he definitely wouldn't notice the pout in it now. So I went for a classic line. "What are you wearing?"
"My riding boots and trousers?" His voice lifted in confusion.
I sighed. Bren was only slightly less oblivious now than before I'd had his cock in my mouth. "What are you wearing under that?"
"Socks?"
My phone buzzed. It had been doing that most of the afternoon—missed calls. Probably my parents, hassling me that I hadn't been studying enough. Well, I had been, and this was my reward—getting to talk to Bren. I wasn't going to ruin that by talking to anyone else.
"I've been thinking about your tattoos," I said. I tried to lower my voice to make it sexy and gravelly, but I couldn't go very low without mumbling and hurting my throat. I coughed and tried again. "You should send me pictures."
"Of my tattoos? Why? I didn't think you liked them."
"I like them 'cause they're on your body. See, you should take your pants off and lie down on your bed and take a photo of your tattoos. All of them. And to make sure you don't miss any, you should take some photos of your whole body."
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Omega Blues (Gay Romance)
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