[DISCONTINUED] My Mate Is A Guy?! BoyxBoy

Sleeping Bag

 Sam.

Felicity had decided to go to sleep as soon as she managed to consume half of a strip of bacon. Which is weird as hell seeing as Felicity would maim to get at her bacon. I trust Feli and if she tells me she’s okay, she’s okay. Whether I believe it or not. I had gotten her a cheap tent in a shop today, I was setting it up when Feli and Jett soon appeared.

Jett and I are sitting side by side, our arms and thighs pressed against each other. I notice Jett shivering. Sidling myself closer to him, I wrap my arms around him.

“You alright, love?” I ask, nuzzling his neck.

“No, I’m half left,” he nudges me lightly and I let out a low chuckle.

“That’s lame,” I mumble to him, breathing on his neck. Jett shivers again, but not from the cold.

“The opportunity was too tempting to resist,” he replies in a low growl as I run my tongue across his neck.

“Hm? So your willpower is inexistent?” I ask him, pulling his legs onto my lap. Jett loops his arms around my neck and tilts his head back as I nibble at his neck. Fuck he even tasted amazing, setting off little explosions of lust on my tongue.

A gentle purr generates at the back of his throat and his whole form stiffens on realising that he had made that sound.

“I swear to god that I’m not part cat,” he says quickly. I lean back and look at him thoughtfully as a light blush brushes against his cheeks.

“Damn. I was getting excited. Cats are known to be quite... flexible.”

Jett’s eyes grow wide and he licks his lower lip thoughtfully. Then tilting his head to the side he lets a small grin play on his lips, “y’know, I think that might apply to alphas as well.”

“Care to put that to the test?”

“As much as I’d love to test that theory, I don’t really think my first time should be in a sleeping bag,” he pecks me on the nose as though to make up from it.

“I was thinking something more along the lines of... a playdate?” I manage to turn my statement into a question, raising my voice by an octave by the end and raising my eyebrow along with it.

“I suppose a playdate is totally suitable and innocent to do in a sleeping bag,” with that sentence he pins me down to the forest ground on my back as he lies right on top of me, his arms only hold his face centimetres away from my own.

“Sadly, I can’t reach the sleeping bag from this position,” I mumble against his lips and roll him over so that we’ve swapped positions and inches away from the sleeping bag. I pin Jett’s arms above his head and work my magic on his lips. I tug the sleeping bag closer to us with the hand that wasn’t pinning Jett’s arms down.

I’m well aware that he’d be well able to break my grip with his alpha title but for some reason chooses to let me away with it. Somehow during our heated make out session I manage to zip the sleeping bag around us, managing to push us closer together, my crotch resting on his. Every touch seems like little shots of electricity pulsing through my veins.

I’ve missed this. Between passing through all those states, running for our lives and trying to make sure Feli was okay and stable we haven’t had a lot of alone time. Not that we had a lot to begin with, but stealing a kiss here and there didn’t satisfy me enough, while all I want to do is strip Jett and do things I would imagine legal in most countries. Jett’s hands snake my t-shirt and caress my back. Every touch is intensified. Finally, just finally, I can take my mind off of our predicament. How half of the cops in America are searching for us, how there are no leads on Thom Klieg and how I’m not sure that Felicity is even near being herself again.