He was working on explaining more difficult math to the kids and I was watching from my place by the doorway. This time we were all at my house, Parker and Logan weren't home yet, having had plans of their own which really I suspected was them giving us some space.
Ridiculous, I know.
Emmett had his shirt rolled up to his forearm and I don't know what it is about the sight of his veins bulging that just had me completely enthralled by the sight but I was biting my lip, I had on this necklace my first mate had got me and I was playing with the star shaped pendant on its end, bringing it to my mouth as I watched Emmett.
It was like my hormones were out of control. I felt so warm and absolutely needy for some reas- "Dad," the hiss brought me out and I stood straight, dropping my hands to my side and looking at Duncan whose face was scrunched up and red, he made eyes as Katya and Emmett also looked me and finally it dawned on me.
I turned around hurriedly and ran. My son had caught my aroused scent and Emmett and Katya definately saw the boner. I went into my room closing the door gently and sighing as I tried to get my heart to calm down and my hormones to die down.
Today was a weird day.
By the time I'd gotten myself down, I was self conscious, constantly glancing at myself to make sure I didn't look inappropriate. I found myself in the kitchen trying to think about what everyone would like to eat and just start cooking.
"Hey," I jumped having been staring out my window and lost in my own concentration to think about anything but Emmett and his arms wrapping around me.
He raised a perfect brow, his arms on my counter and I couldn't help it, looking him all around I wondered, if he'd ever even consider me and I forced a smile.
"You hungry?" I held up a box I wasn't even reading. In my wondering about food I had grabbed the first box of whatever from the pantry, looking at it I was glad it was an easy make mac'n cheese box.
"Only if we add extra bacon." I grinned and looked away getting all the things we'd need to use from my side while he went to the fridge.
We worked in silence for a bit and it was nice. He didn't know just how absolutely racer my heart was and how hot it felt knowing he was in here and as I was setting the pot on the stove and turned I froze, Emmett took my arm and my breathe caught, I looked up at him and saw his brows furrowed as his eyes roamed over me.
"Are you coming down with something?" His hand was on my forehead and he frowned. "You're really warm, and sweating."
I moved around him nervously, "oh, I'm okay."
"I don't think so." I laughed and wiped my forehead, I really was sweating. "You should go lie down," he had both his hands on me and my heart lurched and a part of me twitched. His hands were so strong, rubbing on my arms, his voice gentle and soothing. "I'll get everything ready, go rest, I'll get you food soon and some medicine, it's probably just a cold."
I was looking at him and he was looking at me and it was as though time were stopped until he lead me to the living room and forced me down onto my back. How could I make him understand I wasn't sick, this was not illness, wolves barely got sick, how do I tell him it's my body wanting his body in ways he used to want his wife? Insert crying emoji here.
He came back a cloth wrapped around ice and put it on my forehead, I couldn't help it, I moaned and bit my lip because it felt good, the coolness of it was just so damned good my cock twitched again. When my eyes fluttered and I was panting, Emmett was staring at me, his brows raised and his cheeks dusted pink. I flushed and looked away.
"Sorry," he didn't say anything and I didn't look at him with a sinking feeling in my chest.
"Until you cool down, no blanket." He murmured moving the light blanket that was laying on the couch like a decoration to another seat and heading for the kitchen, I curled in on myself with a groan and called myself stupid over and over while clutching the ice wrapped cloth.
Where did he even find this cloth?
It didn't take long for him to finish cooking, soon I watched him take food upstairs to them before he came back with some for me. I sat up slowly as he handed me food and put cold medicine on the table and I smiled wondering why he carries such things around because I know my house has nothing.
"Thank you."
Emmett glanced at me and ate, I ate slowly, trying not to be aware of him until I noticed my lap, I took the nearest pillow and put it in my lap then put the bowl on it as though it was too hot for me and flushed.
So much for keeping it cool and maintaining our friendship.
"So, seen any of the school mom's lately?"
I saw his lip twitch. "I've met one, here and there."
"Anyone you like?" Emmett looked over at me and I shrunk back trying not to seem to eager for his answer.
"Mrs. Carmichle has interesting gossip."
"You gossip?" I chuckled finding this hard to believe and he shrugged.
"No, but I listen."
"And what did you hear?" It felt like we were easing the tension I had created without trying and he chuckled shaking his head.
"Some of the mom's have created a little fanclub."
I snorted seeing where this was going as he looked at me, his eyes almost playful, I liked how he had become around me, less stoic and blank stares, more expressive. "You are handsome, but that seems extreme."
"You think I'm handsome?"
His brow was raised and he shifted in his seat, we were sharing a couch and now his body completely faced me. I swallowed.
"I mean, I'm not blind." I rolled my eyes.
"I think you're handsome too."
I didn't want to look at him, my brain was short circuiting and I knew my eyes would give me away. I think you're handsome too. It was official, I was screwed.
"But that's not the fanclub." I tried to get my mind back to the conversation, out of the repeat compliment that would get me through the night and I pursed my lips almost shyly to look at him and he smirked. "It's ours."
He said it nonchalantly, looking at the TV, he leaned his arm on the back of the couch, bowl in the one hand and fork in the hand that was leaned against the couch, he took a forkful of mac 'n cheese, chewing slowly while I gapped. He looked at me after a while since I said nothing.
"What?"
"They seem to be shipping us."
"H-what?" He chuckled.
"Does that offend you? Should I talk to them?" I blinked multiple times. Offended? Me? By being shipped with my mate? However could I seriously?
"Does it offend you?"
He furrowed his brows at me and tilted his head. "No, should it?"
"I mean, I am gay, and I did just admit I find you attractive. You don't..." I scratched my head feeling stupid. "You don't think this ruins your chances?"
"Of what?"
I shrugged still thinking about his compliment, now thinking of how unsurprised and happy those moms and myself would be if the shipping was more and he actually took me seriously.
"I mean...finding a partner..one day."
Emmett was silent for a while and I finally looked to him staring at his bowl. "No," he finally said giving me a look I couldn't place. "It doesn't ruin anything."
What does that mean?
This man was ducking with my mind and I frowned. Wouldn't the straight man feel almost, afraid? Offended? But wait, was he straight?
I wondered then more about this man and where he stood, did this mean he saw me as potential? The thought alone halted all other thoughts and the feeling of heat and hope combined with my need to be mounted by him.
I coughed then shaking my head confused and excited.
A\N
24 October 2021