The never ending kind

32- Eastwood

I looked away awkwardly, scratching my face before my hand was pulled away. I returned my gaze up once more at the tower blotting out the light, "You were scratching at the tape holding the NG tube in place."

All I could think was, Wow, are we close. Is this, like, a thing? Are we having a thing right now?

We were just staring at each other, faces close, eyes clashing, "I guess we are."

"What?"

"You asked if we were having a thing right now," Alpha Darien had this look on his face, eyes flashing up and down my face. "I guess we are."

He got a little closer, rubbing my face where I had likely jarred the tape, "Get out of my brain! How did you know what I was thinking?"

He sighed, head slumping a bit before rising and taking up the other side of the bed. I could only confusedly try to get comfortable, shifting this way and that. It surprised me when he put his hand on my arm, "W-what do you want now?!"

Alpha Darien closed his eyes, sighing heavily. When he opened them once more, he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, "Don't tell me that you really do have to go."

"Go?"

"Pee. You're fidgeting just like my brother or any other pup would do when younger."

My hair rose in agitation, "I'm not a pup! I-I'm an adult human!"

It really sucked that my voice squeaked at that point. But, now that I thought about it....

"Damn. I do have to pee," I sharply glared at him. "And it's all your fault!"

Alpha Darien sighed, "Let's get this over with. I'd rather you not accidentally pee the bed."

"Get what over with? And I've never peed a bed that I can remember!"

Alpha Darien groaned as he got up once more, but had no problem giving that extra jab, "If you're asleep, of course you wouldn't remember peeing in a bed."

I don't know where he magicked it from, but he had that horrible plastic pee monster that's worse than the toilet monster. It was so small now that I was not the most confident in my aim, either, "D-do I have to use that creature?"

"The urinal? Yeah, it's not like we can move all this stuff very easily, and I don't want to take the  chance of pulling anything out."

"Gawd, gimme then."

"Mm, I think not," Alpha Doodoo decided. "I feel like the probability of you dropping it or missing the hole is quite high if I leave you to it, and I don't want my room to smell like kid piss for months to come."

I covered my face with both hands, "Why must I suffer? Why?"

"Let's just get it over with. The more you dawdle over it, the more it becomes this big thing," Alpha Dumb helped me sit on the side of the bed. "Now, let's get this over with quickly like a big boy would."

"I am a big bo- I am an adult male, gulldarnit! Just see if I don't piss all over your damn hands if you keep this up!"

"You better keep your eyes averted."

"Yes, yes, of course, little prince-ess. This big bad alpha wolf, who is totally uninterested in seeing a little kid's peepee that is smaller than his pinky is definitely averting his eyes."

It was a very awkward few moments of aiming for a plastic hole held by a large muscular man and trying to initiate a bladder movement... What's it called? Ah, performance anxiety. I kept going little spurts until it finally really started flowing.

I gritted my teeth, "When I was adult-sized, I was definitely more than above average. My kid size isn't anything to sneeze at either. Just more fun-sized."

When I noticed the urinal shaking ever-so-slightly, I wanted to face palm and dress down my mouth for saying things that were supposed to stay in my head again... But, if I did that, I'm sure he would just find more amusement in my suffering. It was a vicious cycle of talking thoughts that should never be spoken. At this point, I also questioned the privacy of my own thoughts. Ah, so embarrassing, especially when I saw him trying hard to keep the urinal steady while muffling his laugh. Damn mutt.

After the sound of flushing and the run of water, alpha whatever brought me some sani-hand wipes and we spent the next half hour or so fighting over and scrolling through movies... Movies that were compiled on their home server and brought up on their tv's, but this was the point that left me crying. All the movies were so old!

"I'm surprised that you even want to watch the movie, 'A fistful of Dollars'," Alpha Jerk pushed play, leaning back and dimming the lights. "I was expecting you to choose something like astroboy or teletubbies... Or something."

"What? Tele-what?! Knowing you, those must have been supposed to make fun of me. But, ha! What's really funny and embarrassing is that you know them, so there!"

"Kid shows and cartoons. A good adult makes sure that all shows for the younger generation are healthy, safe, and for the right age group. Ah, maybe we shouldn't watch this. Now that I'm considering this, I don't think this is an appropriate movie for your age group."

My smug glow died, "What? No!- Shh, the movie's starting! Only bad people and annoying siblings talk while movies are playing."

...

I guess I surprised myself because, once something slips, you can't help but stay hooked up on it. Thinking of it. The bad more than the good, and the painful more than the sad, and the fear more than the cause itself.

"Drey?"

I looked over, breaking out a wide smile when our eyes met, "I love me some Clint Eastwood. You really need to update your movie files badly, or get Netflix, Amazon or Firestick- and something from the year- please!"

I almost gave myself whiplash to watch the screen when I heard Clint talking, "He's here~"