Dirty Little Secret

Illness and Panic

Jason's POV

When I wake up the next morning, I feel more calm than I have in the past week, finally making a decision within myself to be the best secret Matw to Nick that I can be so I can never see the pin that was in his eyes again.

'Finally. Someone didn't wake up on the idiot side of the bed this morning." Ryan grumbles at me but I roll my eyes and ignore him, knowing that he's just as relieved as the rest of us are.

Even though it was mostly my doing, not talking to Nick all day was slowly killing me, him and his wolf taking up almost all of my thoughts even when I tried my hardest to think of literally anything else. It was impossible to get him from my mind, but I was too scared of whatever was going on between us to talk to him about it.

My forte has always been anger and reactions, confidence being a main component in both, and yet, with this whole situation all I feel is unsure about everything.

But at least for now, we have some what of a plan, the only thing now to to make sure that no one else find out so that we can run away to a place that doesn't know that we're related. That won't looks down at us with both shake and disgust, regardless of the fact that no one can chose who their Mate is.

The fact is known and excepted everywhere it somehow always forgotten, especially towards any paring that may cause issues.

I shake my head of the thoughts before I can psych myself out again, and get out of bed, happy to laze away this Saturday, especially knowing that mom and dad are going out for date night, leaving the three of us to our own devices.

I walk over towards my dresser and grab my towel, deciding to go ahead and shower so that I don't smell like the woods and anxiety form the night before.

'Nick is going to get pouty.' Ryan warns me and I frown in confusion as I walk past the enticing door beside me and go to the bathroom, always having been the first one in the shower.

'Why?' I ask him, not understanding and he laughs a bit making me irritated.

'Benny scented us last night. You're going to be washing off his scent and he's going to get upset about it. We can only let him do it at night, though.' While the tone still remind joking, he gives me a chilling real life reminder is just as secret and closeted our Mating really has to be.

'You know,' I start, changing the subject slightly as I take off my seats from sleeping,y chest already bare. I turn on the shower and hop in, letting the water slowly warm up against my skin. 'I never really thought about it, but the scenting thing is kind of adorable.' I tell him and he snorts.

'It's an Omega way of marking their territory as well as a way to get fucked through a wall. But sure. Its adorable.' He says and the both of us chuckle as I wash.

I sing to myself quietly as I finish getting washed and ready for the day, hoping out of the shower before I freshen up by brushing my teeth and putting on my cologne uniqye to my scent.

'Someone is putting in the effort today.' Ryan says with a smirk but I ignore the wolf as I leave the bathroom and head back to my room. I get dressed in a jeans and a long sleeve black shirt after I moisturize my body.

Once, I'm all set, I open my door and head next door, my palms starting to sweat as I raise my hand to knock on the door before me. And I feel like a criminal going to rob a bank as I look down both sides of the hallway, even though me going to talk to Nick is nothing suspicious. Finally I hear a faint voice that makes me frown.

"Come in." He says and I open his door, closing it quickly behind me as I find Nick lying in bed, his eyes wide and half tear filled and his nose a tell tale red.

"Nicky, are you sick again?" I ask him and I curse myself for letting the two of us stay out so late last night, because even with the jacket it was cold. Nick has the immune system of a average human and is very susceptible to the common cold or flu which he gets at least six times a year.

"Sorry." He says, his voice stuffy as he breaths through his mouth and I chuckle a little bit at the sound, even if my anxiety is spiking a little high at me seeing him sick for the first time as something more... as my Mate.

"How many times have I told you not to apologize for being sick?" I ask him as I sigh and sit down next to him on the bed, only to discover a specific hoodie that I've been looking for.

"A lot." He admits quietly and I nod before I hold up the sleep of the hoodie that he's laying on, his stuffed nosed half turned towards it and I watch as his ole sickly cheeks darken match the redness in his nose. "It smelled like you." He admits softly and I smile to myself as I let the sleeve drop and let my hand come up to play softly in his dirty blonde hair.

"I'll make you something to eat, okay?"
I ask him and he nods to me before his eyes flutter shut, more than likely going to sleep and I smile to myself, because even though he's sick, things between us finally feel right.

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It's like they're in a weird in between now. neither bothers nor lovers but in a odd space where they can't really cross over. Or maybe it's just me.

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