Omega Blues (Gay Romance)

Chapter Twenty: Keeping Secrets

Bren

I'd envisioned this afternoon as a romantic picnic in a beautiful setting. But it devolved pretty quickly into a tickle fight inside a blanket fort.

We ate fruit and soft bread rolls, food I'd especially prepared for a picnic, with a Matt-supplied dessert of chocolate and Twinkies. And then, sticky and stuffed full with sweets, we cuddled inside our heap of blankets and coats.

Matt's head rested on my chest, his arm draped lazily over my stomach, his hand up inside my shirt to toy with the bare skin of my hip.

"This is perfect," he said sleepily. "I never thought everything could work out so well. My friends are my family, my band are my pack. I belong. I'm good enough."

My throat was coarse with the secrets I'd been trapping inside. I had to tell him why Will hadn't bitten him yet—and why he probably never would.

But then Matt shifted his weight, sliding his knee between my thighs. "I know what could make it better."

Before I could reply, he slid up my body like he was climbing a tree. For a few moments I was smothered by his thigh and knee.

"Here." He wiggled back down to snuggle-height and pushed a plastic bottle into my hand. He seemed extra focused on my chin all of a sudden, refusing to raise his eyes to meet mine.

"What is this?" A few seconds of imagining more desserts, Matt insisting on even more food even though we were already sick from sugar. But then I saw the bare, chiseled torso on the bottle's label and read the description. "Oh. Lubricant."

"I thought..." Definitely avoiding my eyes. Matt was blushing so hard I could practically feel the heat radiating off him. And then his words spilled out, fast and hot, a blazing forest fire of jumbled dirty thoughts.

"I mean, that is, if you wanted. You know. 'Cause you're hot. You're, like, super hot. And I'm ready to have some freaky werewolf sex with my super sexy werewolf boyfriend. I would love that. If you wanted."

I let him talk until his fire died down enough for him to steal a peek at me. His eyes glittered against his pink cheeks and his mouth was scrunched up, the usual smile twisted into what might have been the start of an apology.

He wasn't just excited. He was stressed, nervous about being rejected.

I trailed my finger over his lips, pushing at the edge where they curved down. "I want it Matt. Trust me." Not entirely sure what I was asking for. "I want everything, as long as it's with you. Anything that will make you happy, like you make me."

His smile bloomed as heart-wrenchingly beautiful as ever. "When did you get so sweet?"

I wiggled the lube bottle and said, "You're going to have to tell me what to do. I have no idea what I'm doing here."

Matt chuckled from the belly and smothered the sound against my lips.

"You know, you've always been sweet," he whispered. "It's the sexy that's new and awesome." And just like that, he grabbed my hand and moved it to his ass.

I had a few seconds to notice the soft swells, as warm and rounded as the rest of his perfect body. Then Matt arched and drove his leg between mine to nudge at my crotch with his thigh. His ass flexed in my hand, muscular and strong and irresistible. And the more I kneaded his delicious flesh, the louder he moaned and whimpered.

"How did it take us so long to do this?" he asked. He had one arm flung around my shoulders to keep my face close to his. With the other hand he fumbled at his pants, tugging ineffectually at the button until my brain caught up enough for me to help him.