The Mate

Chapter 6

s*x SCENE IN THIS ONE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! I WARNED YOU!!!!

The drive back was silent, but i was bursting with joy. For the first time in my life i've been accepted as who i was. Miles; a gay 17 year old wolf. And i have a father who loves me, it's overwhelming, i love it. 

"So, did everything go as planned?" Blake's voice brings me back to reality and i look at him. "Not exactly." i reply. "How so?" he asks. 

"Well i kind of expected him to hate me, because i'm gay and dumb."

He growls, his knuckles going white but he looks out the window, and i look down. I said something that really pissed him off and I don't know what it is. But somewhere inside of me wants me to make him happy. But he speaks before i do. "You're not dumb." He whispers. "Stop calling yourself that."

I pick at my fingers. 

"And the gay thing, makes you dumb. I'm gay, Peter is gay, two omegas are gay. Theodore is very welcoming, past the angry, hard-ass place."

I frown. "Who is Peter?"

He frowns. "My Fiancee." 

"Oh. He's not very attractive."

He chuckles. "I'm not with him because of his looks."

"Then why are you with him? From what I heard, you're not mates."

"Well I," he clears his throat. "i love him."

"Doesn't sound like it."

"Shut up." he cranks the radio and refuses to look at me as i smile at him. An overwhelming feeling of joy is flooding me and I don't understand it. Jackson never made me feel like this, especially this intense. 

When he's sad i want to hold him, and make it go away, and when he's happy it flood me with joy. He once got a paper-cut and i wanted to demolish the paper. I want to demolish his Fiancee, throwing him over the cliff would suffice. 

"What's wrong?"

I look at Blake. "What?"

"I can feel you angry, why are you angry?"

I frown. "I didn't realize i was."

Wow, the mere thought of him with Peter pisses me off. 

Suddenly, his hand wraps around mine, and he brings my knuckles to his lips. I look at him, frowning. "What are you doing?"

"It's hard to not touch you." He smiles. 

"Do you feel it too?"

He nods. 

"What is it?"

"Nothing." He whispers, frowning; sadness is radiating off him. "I just like you and you like me."

"Right." i whisper. 

Liar. 

"Are your parents still out of town?"

"I just went to Aspen, and stayed the night, without getting a billion calls. Yes, they are, and they aren't coming back for a few days. My dad is very into the building of that church."

"Can i stay the night?" he looks at me and smiles. 

"What about Peter?"

"Peter is going to the Blue Moon Pact to meet with some of the pact members. I guess you would call him, a traveling saleswolf."

I laugh at his pathetic joke, but it makes him smile. "I guess you can stay the night, but you have to order pizza or your banned."

He laughs. "I'm banned? What are you 40?"

"Watch it happen." i look out the window. 

The rest of the three hour drive is silent, and he takes me home after getting pizza, following me into my room with the box. I shut the door behind him, and he looks around as he sets the pizza down; laughing. 

"Wow, this is such a Christian Boys bedroom."

"I know." I sigh. "I did have a shelf with Christian books, but i broke it during my transition."

"Oh, what did you tell mommy and daddy?"

"I bumped into it and it feel and the shelf broke. In my defense it was wobbly, I threw it out before they came so they couldn't argue with me."

He sits down, so I follow grabbing a slice of pizza as he does. "So, can i know what it was like in Michigan before this?"

"Fun." i whisper. "I had friends who knew and was okay with it. It was a very religious town, and gay people are not okay, so when you have people who knew and were okay with it, it's nice." i whisper. 

"Well, can't say that when no one knows at school."

I frown. "I think Alex knows. At the party i had girls coming onto me, and the other day he could see i wasn't happy about it. He hasn't really talked to me."

He nods. "Well, Alex is a douche-bag. Always has been, his world revolves around girls. But anyways, tell me about these friends." He picks off a mushroom and eats it separately.

"Well my closest friend was a girl, Delilah, her dad was a farmer. She loved clothes shopping, when she figured out I was gay, instead of freaking out like you think a church person would, she squealed in excitement. She instantly said 'oh my god let's go shopping' and dragged me for a two hour online shopping spree."

He laughs, staring at me. 

"I miss her a lot. I could always talk to her."

I really wish i could right now, maybe she would help me understand everything that is going on. "Why don't talk to her? You have a phone."

I frown. "When my parents found out, and the town found out, her dad instantly took her phone and electronics away, changed her number, everything i could talk to her on. My parents did the same with me. They don't want me to have any contact with that town."

"But they still do?"

i finish the last bite and frown. "My parents don't associate me as their kid. They tell everyone i fixed myself. But to everyone i'm just their adopted nephew."

He frowns. "I'm sorry."

"Oh well." i shrug, picking at my nails. He suddenly grabs my hips and picks me up and sets me on his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

"You have family that loves you now, we're here. I'm here. Always."

I beam down at him, his touch instantly perking me up. He kisses my collar bone running his fingers on my sides, dragging my shirt up with them. I raise my arms so he can take my shirt off, and cup his face to kiss him. 

Reaching down, i tug his shirt off gently, moving my lips to his neck. He turns so he's on top of me, sitting on his knees and unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them off as well as my boxers. He stands and undresses naked, falling back on top of me, smiling. 

"You smell so good." he runs his nose my from my n*****s to my neck, trailing kisses along with it. With his knees he moves my thighs apart and up, and then he's in me. i cup his face, and claim his mouth while he pleases me, pumping me with his hand. 

"s**t, shit." 

He beams down at me, pressing his lips hard to mine and he goes still, just as i let go, he moans loudly and then falls on his back next to me, yanking me too him. He turns so he's on his side and smiles at me. 

"What?" i whisper. 

"Nothing just, i'm so happy with you."

I smile. "Do you know this feeling?"

"No." He mumbles, and i know he's lying, but I don't want to pressure him. He wraps his arm around me, and runs his fingers on my arm. "You know, i knew there was something different about you when you locked eyes with me. I just didn't realize it would lead to this."

I smile. "Good thing?"

"Yes." He whispers. "I love being with you."

"Can you still stay the night?"

"Yes, though i need to shower and leave tomorrow morning. Hopefully not before you wake up."

"Why do you need to shower?"

"Our scents are mixed. Peter will smell you on me, it's bad enough he grilled me when i brought you to the pact."

"Why?" i frown. 

"He thinks we're having s*x. He says we were too close for comfort and i smelt like you. Mixed scents."

"But we did have sex."

He chuckles. "Yes, just not when he thought. We smelt the same because we were making out before we got in the car, i blamed it on us being together for four hours. He bought it." He kisses me, and then rests his chip on my head. "It's been a long, exciting day. I'm going to sleep now."

"Okay." I whisper, cuddling against his chest, smiling. I get to be with him during the night, something i craved since i first saw him. 

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He wasn't at school Monday, so I didn't get to see him after two days of being apart. I'm at work, this time working with Greg, the shop owner. He's letting me learn how to fix a 1967 Dodge Challenger. It's very interesting, plus, i don't have to mop the floor. 

I can't keep up with everything he's saying, and he knows of my disabilities, but he continues to talk about it like I do understand. 

The shop phone rings, and he sets down the wrench, and wipes his hands. "I have to get that, wait here, you don't need to clean, Margie already did that."

I smile and nod, watching him walk away. Margie is his daughter, she volunteers here for her Civics class. I sit on the stool, playing with whatever tool that spins around. I drop it and break the oval shape attached to it and panic. 

"You broke it." Alex bends down and picks up the oval shape and the part i was spinning. 

"Shit."

"Don't worry this was Nicks', no one here likes Nick."

"Oh good." 

He tosses it in the trash and then tosses and folder at me. I open it and look at pictures of me and Jackson, he took them while we were together, i didn't think he kept them. I look at Alex who glares at me. "Where did you get these?" i whisper. 

"I know some people. You're gay?"

"That was a long time ago," I whisper, shutting it. 

"Look, i was okay with you acting all weird, but i don't like faggots." He grabs my shirt and yanks me up. 

"W-w-w-"

"W-w-w-" he mimics. "Shut the f**k up." he punches me. 

"Well why can't you just pretend like I'm not, you were fine with me before." I hold my cheek, 

"Because now i know, fag!" He kicks my face, and i can no longer talk, he's attacking me with kicks and punches and Greg is the only one to stop him, shoving him back, almost Alpha like. 

"He's a f*****g faggot!"

"Go home, i'll deal with you later!"

"Dad-"

"GO!" he yells at him, and even i want to leave. Alex storms out and he turns to me, i panic and scoot back, but he calms me down, pressing a towel to my head which is bleeding. 

"I'm sorry." I whisper, "i'll quit and i won't tell anyone i promise. My parents don't come back for a few more days, I'm sure it'll heal then."

"Quit it. I'm not firing you."

"You won't tell my parents, right? Please." i beg. 

"I'm not going to tell your parents your gay, i already knew. You stare at half the customers asses, and their all guys. I don't care. My son is an asshole, you can blame his friends." He tugs me up. "Get home, clean up the blood."

I nod, pressing the paper towel he gave to me to my cheek, grabbing my bag and walking out.