122. Last to know
122
LAST TO KNOW
Nate
Friday nights on the roof was this odd mix for me. I loved being included and having people act like I was part of the group. But also, I never felt like I really was. I was still “the new guy” even if they didn’t say it in those words. I had a feeling I’d be “the new guy” for a long time. Or maybe just until Daire and I did something wild like having a baby.
Not that that was in our plans. He was still in the time of his life where he was figuring out who he wanted to be career wise although that was leveling out. I could be patient. I loved Daire. And really that was all that mattered.
“I think this should be enough.” I started to cover the veggie tray I made with plastic wrap. “If not, I guess we could just order more food.”
Daire came over and wrapped his arms around me. “It’s perfect. Thank you for coming home early and for making it.”
That wasn’t why I came home early. I missed him. The helping was just a good excuse.
“It’s cutting up veggies, not like a soufflé,” I teased. “But if you wanted to pay me back, I could think of a way.”
He looked up at me with a grin. “Ohhh, I bet I know…” He reached for the button on my pants and I shook my head.
“Nope.” He froze. “If I’m going to do all of the work and make this amazing feast for our friends, it’s only fair that I’m the one who gets the treat.” I put my hands on the waist of his jeans. “Don’t you think?”
I waited for him to nod before working the button .
“Most guys would argue that I should be the one doing this,” he said, his voice getting that husky tone it only got when he was hard.
“Most guys didn’t spend allllllll afternoon cutting up carrots and celery and cauliflower.” This guy didn’t either, the entire thing taking a half hour tops and a chunk of that was finding the right tray to put them on. “I should be the one getting dessert.”
The button free, I slowly unzipped him, thrilled that he was already hard and pressing against his clothing, his cock begging to get out.
“If you put it that way.” He nipped at my lips. “But next time I get to make the platter.”
I loved it when he sassed like that, when he was open and not blocking me out. When I didn’t feel like I was the one he spoke to the least.
“Maybe.” I pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees as my own knees hit the floor. “But I doubt it. I like the reward too much.”
I looked up to him and licked my lips as he sucked in a breath. Stifling a moan, I brought my attention to what I wanted most; his cock in my mouth. I loved the way he squirmed as he tried to stay still when I licked his tip or swallowed around his length. And his sighs of pleasure—they were everything.
My hand circled around his length and jerked him a few times as my tongue gathered up the precum. I made mmm sounds as I brought it into my mouth and swallowed it down and then went back and circled his tip before bringing it into my mouth again. I brought him back as far as I could, sucking as I slowly released him. I did this again and again, each time his cock getting further and further inside of me. When his balls began to tighten, I reached behind to his slick entrance.
He was so slippery. Had we not already been running late, I’d have had fun bending him over right there in the kitchen and pounding into him. As it was, even with being as late as we were, I was tempted.
I circled his hole as I worked his cock, Daire’s hands forming fists at his side as he actively tried not to grab my hair and take over, fucking my mouth. I wouldn’t have minded if he did. It was hot when an omega did that. But it was equally hot seeing him try to keep his self control.
Sliding my finger inside of him, I made sure to swallow deeply around him. His knees gave out for half a second and encouraged me to keep going. He wouldn’t last long like this, not with my finger rubbing what he called his “magic place” inside him and my mouth bobbing up and down his length.
One finger became two became three, the third barely entering him when he cried out my name as his orgasm raced through him. I swallowed every last drop of his offering and cleaned him with my tongue as I slowly removed my fingers.
“I think we’re late,” I teased as he stood there breathless.
“Yeah… late…”
I loved it when I stole his words like that .
We weren’t that late, but everyone was on the roof when we arrived including Patch the dog.
“I’m going to set this on the table.” I kissed his cheek and walked around him to the food table as he found a seat with the omegas, Charlie toddling right over to him.
The whole Charlie thing was hard. If we kept him too long it felt like it was making things harder for his brother, Toby, but if we didn't keep him enough it felt like it was unfair to Neil, especially when Martin and he were in the worst of it. And then there was the reason he was here with us in the first place—something we could never make right.
No child should lose their parent. None.
“Do you mind watching the grill for a minute?” Micah asked, startling me. “I gotta pee.” He said the last part quietly.
“Absolutely.” I took the tongs from him. “Take your time.”
At least at the grill, I didn’t have to worry about feeling like the odd man out.
I didn’t have to do much except rotating a few hot dogs, the burgers still needing more time. Whoever made them made them huge. They were going to be greasy bites of deliciousness when they were done and I was there for it.
Micah stopped at the cooler and grabbed a couple of beers on his way back, taking a moment to kiss his mate sweetly. It was adorable the way those two loved each other.
“Thanks.” He handed me a beer. “I appreciate it.”
“No big deal. Thanks for the beer.” I took a swig, the cool beverage feeling good down my throat after the smoke from the grill.
Which of course had me thinking about a half an hour earlier when I had something much better shooting down my throat.
“Congrats.” He took a long drink of his own and I tried to piece together what he meant.
“On?” I asked.
“On taking the next step towards becoming a family.”
I had no idea what he meant and did the only thing I could think of. “Thanks.” And then downed my beer, not to get drunk, but to have something to do that would prevent me from saying anything else.
“I best get back to my mate.” I slapped on my best smile. “You need me to take over, let me know.”
“Will do.”
I walked back and sure enough, Daire was still on the topic and Micah hadn’t misinterpreted a thing.
“And I know we have Charlie and we love him and always will. But we love multiples and having a baby of our own…” I didn’t hear the rest of his words, focusing hard on looking like everything was okay.
Daire and I had to have a serious conversation. Having friends he loved and trusted was great, but some things had to be discussed with your partner in life first. And kids… kids were definitely one of them.
I was to blame too though. I had been feeling a similar longing and what did I do about it? Leave hints. We both needed to work on communication; me expressing my needs and he coming to me first on things that pertained to us.
Gods we were a mess.