Opposites

A Day To Ourselves

logan

"Psst.. daddy..?" Lexi whispered, crawling onto the bed. I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust, looking at her. "What is it, princess?" I asked in a whisper. "Good morning." She giggled. I smiled, "Good morning." She kissed my nose then kissed Tyler's cheek before leaving the room. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his even heartbeats.

His breathing and heart rate started to fasten up by the second. I moved my hands down his sides, letting him relax. He woke up slowly, "Good morning." I moved up to his lips, cupping his face, "Good morning." I pecked his lips, he smiled, looking up at me. The smile faded as he looked into my eyes. "They're still yellow." He whispered. "Your eyes are red." I whispered back. He sighed, leaning his head back.

I got off of him, stretching out my arms, "Do you want to take a bath?" He nodded, holding his arms out like a child. I picked him up, taking him into the bathroom, setting him down on the ledge. I turned on the water, then turned back around on my heel, connecting my lips with his. He wrapped his arms around my neck loosely, kissing back. I placed a hand on either side of his hips, keeping the slow pace. After a few battles for dominance, he pulled away a little, "Watch the water." I moved my head out from under his arms, stopping the water, then taking off our boxers and getting into the bathtub.

He leaned back into me, humming softly. "Wanna go somewhere later?" I asked, kissing his ear. "Mm, is the star quarterback asking me out on a date?" He chuckled softly, leaning his head back on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist, waiting for an answer. "Yes, we can go somewhere later," He smiled. "But can we pleaseeeeeee go see your mom?" I nodded, kissing his head, "If my father's there, just don't say anything. He's really homophobic and he'll put me through more pain, probably might kill me." He turned around in my lap, connecting our lips together. I kissed back and placed my hands on his hips. "If he lays a hand on you. I'm getting involved. I can't just watch you get hurt." He whispered.

I nodded slowly, reconnecting our lips, pulling him down. He bit at my lip, kissing back. He wrapped his arms and legs around me as I got out of the bath, throwing him back on the bed. "Horny, are we?" He chuckled, pulling me down my shoulders, kissing me. I nodded as I crawled back to him, kissing back. He ran his hands down my soaking wet back, humming at the feeling of warmth.

We had a small make out session which escalated quickly as red marks started to appear on my back. He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me down some more. I deepened the kiss, gripping onto the sheets, slowly grinding against him. He softly moaned against my lips, placing his hands on the sides of my neck. I kept up the pace, leaning down into him. He brought his hands down onto my forearms, squeezing them tightly as I slowly entered him. He bit at my lip, letting me start out slow as we fastened the kiss. I pulled away, kissing his neck. He moaned, running his fingers through my hair and down my back.

I thrusted into him as I kissed and nipped at his sweet spot. "Logan!" He moaned out in pleasure, digging his nails into my back. I picked up the pace a lot. My wolf started to growl at me against my ribs.

Mark him.

Oh? So.. after all of my fights and me getting injured, you finally decided to speak again?

Oh, shut up. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have shut you out like I did.

Yeah, yeah, you're forgiven.

I bit into his neck as I thrusted into the younger, feeling myself hit my climax and release as he did so. He was a moaning mess as I sank my canines deeper into his neck, marking him. I pulled out of him then went into the bathroom, draining the bath water, then cleaning up my stomach. I went back into the room and laid down next to him.

He turned and snuggled into me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I held onto him, running my thumb over the mark, making him hum in pleasure. I lightly kissed the mark then up his neck. "We're gonna have to get dressed soon, love." I whispered into his ear. He giggled softly and nodded, buring his face in my chest.

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I put on a pair of jeans that laid on the floor, some random school shirt, and a hoodie. "Damn. Daddy be looking fine," Tyler laughed as he sat up. "Those jeans make your ass and your bulge look so good. Like 'Mm destroy my insides and rearrange my organs, Daddy!'" I shook my head, crawling on top of him and, kissing him passionately. He hummed and kissed back. I pulled away, pressing our foreheads together, "Get dressed, baby boy."

He got up and groaned, "You hurt but I enjoy every single second of it." I smirked at his comment and handed him so clothes. He thanked me then jumped into my arms after he put on his sweatpants. He pulled on his shirt and hoodie, then wrapped his arms around my neck. I put on my shoes, then put his on. I grabbed my phone and keys then went downstairs. He got down, letting me shift, then getting on my back. He held onto my fur as I walked back home. Once we got home, I shifted back into my human form. He got down and got into the car. I got in and started to drive down to the hospital.

-

"I'm so sore." Tyler whined softly in my ear. I rubbed his back as I walked down to the room my mother was in. I lightly knocked on the door, once we got there. "Come in." The faint voice responded. I walked in seeing my mother, being held by my father. Tyler barely turned his head around, sensing my father's presence. "Logan.." My mother smiled softly, then looking down at the younger in my arms. "Tyler.." My father eyed me in despair as I protectively held onto my mate. "Son." He spoke with a low growl. "Ryan." I responded, letting the snarl die out in my throat.

"How do you feel?" I asked softly, walking over to her as Tyler moved onto my back. "I feel a little weak but I'll be fine." She explained. I nodded in agreement, "I always knew that my mom was a fighter." She smiled at that and looked at my father. He nodded then she looked back at me. "Me and your father have come to our senses and officially ended the feud between us." She explained, trying to hide the senses of fear and pain. "Good. I'm glad you two finally settled things over." I whispered.

"So son.. when were you gonna tell me that you were a fag?" My father chimed in. I growled at the slur, glaring at him. "You don't talk to your son or anyone like that!" My mother snapped. Tyler lightly kissed my earlobe, and held onto me for support.

I turned my head back towards him, closing the small gap between us. He cupped my face, kissing back. We ignored the insults from my father, keeping the slow, gentle pace for a few more seconds before pulling away.

"I love you, Logan."

"I love you too, Tyler."