Chapter Eight
Gayle
“Dad! I’m home!”
“In the kitchen! Is your dad with you?”
“No, he just dropped me off before heading to work.”
I listen as Calloway walks through the house towards the kitchen. Before he gets to me though, I hear him gasp. Then his footsteps pick up into a run. When he gets to the kitchen, his eyes are wide.
“Dad! What is that?”
I hold up the knife I’m using to cut some cheese slices I can use for easy grilled cheeses later. “A knife?”
“Not that,” he says, rolling his eyes. “In the living room! There’s a nest in there!”
I feel my cheeks heat. I set down the knife, staring down at the cheese I was just cutting. I’m not sure what Calloway will say when I explain that Rodney made the nest. I should have just torn the thing down but I ended up sleeping in it every night over the weekend.
Gods, I’m so far gone on Rodney it’s not even funny. One date and I’m thinking about how nice it would be to sleep in a nest every night with him. Get a fucking grip.
“So,” I start to say, holding up my hands. “Funny story that.”
“Was it you? Did you make it?”
“No,” I say right away. “It was Rodney.”
“What?” Calloway is practically shouting now, looking between me and the living room. “Rodney? Like the streamer? He was here and he made that amazing nest?”
“Yes.” I stare at my son for a long moment. “Is that, umm, is that okay?”
“Is that okay?” Calloway parrots the question, looking like I’ve grown two heads. “I don’t know how to feel right now. I’m jealous that he can make such nice nests but at the same time, I’m so happy because now that I’ve seen a good one, maybe I can replicate it?”
“I’m sure it’s just like anything, babe. You just have to practice.”
“You just have to practice,” he says in a mocking tone that makes me raise my brow. “Sorry, but like, I know, Dad! I know but it’s still frustrating.”
“I know. We should just automatically be good at everything first try.”
“Exactly,” he says, nodding his head. We go into the living room together, my cheese completely forgotten about. “Can I get in it? You guys didn’t do anything in the nest, right?”
I roll my eyes at my son. “You’d smell it if we did.”
“Right. Gross, but good point.” Calloway crawls into the nest and sighs. “Okay. The pillows are a nice touch. I like that it’s connected to the coffee table for your legs. All it needs is scented items. I could add some of our clothes to the sides and it would smell better.”
Calloway jumps off the couch, running to his bedroom. I can’t help but smile, watching as he goes. I go back into the kitchen, finishing up my cheese prep. Then I pull out my phone.
Gayle: Calloway is very impressed with the nest you left
Rodney: You didn’t tear it down after I left?
Gayle: It was comfy so I kept it. That’s not weird, right?
Rodney: Not weird. I think it’s really cute.
Gayle: Great, now I’m blushing
Rodney: You’re ridiculously pretty when you blush. Makes me want to bite you
Gayle: Interesting reaction…
Rodney: :)
Rodney: Tell me if this is too much but, if Calloway ever wants help with his nests, I’m happy to be there for him.
Rodney: Shit, that’s probably too much too soon
Rodney: IGNORE ME GAYLE ITS FINE
Gayle: I would have to ask him, but I think he’d really appreciate that
Rodney:... really?
Gayle: Mhmm
Rodney: Okay <3 I’d like that too. Do you wanna call tonight?
Gayle: Yes please! :)
I always love Mondays because that’s the day Calloway comes back home. I always make sure to make whatever he likes on Monday so tonight, is grilled cheese sandwiches and homemade soup. Once we’re done eating, I go into my stream room and get my stream going.
Today, we’re back to battle royales. Sometimes, I’ll play on my smurf account but tonight, I’m playing ranked matches, putting me up against players who’re ranked the highest tier, just like me.
I play until I finally win a match. By the time my stream is over, I’m properly exhausted but not too exhausted to miss my call with Rodney.
“Good night, Dad!”
“Good night, baby,” I call out as Calloway goes to his own room which is thankfully, the furthest room from my streaming room. The walls in here are also soundproof meaning I can be as loud as I want without worrying about waking him up.
I pull up Discord and click on Rodney’s name before hitting call. It only rings a few times before he’s picking up.
“Hi, Gayle,” he says and I can so clearly hear his smile. “That was a really fun stream today.”
“Thank you, Rodney. I won’t lie, it’s kinda distracting to see you in chat. I want to give you all my attention but then I end up losing,” I say with a giggle, covering my face with my hands. When I realize I’m doing that, my hands clench tight and fall back into my lap.
I’m still coming to terms with Rodney liking me.
He says he likes my laugh. He says I’m pretty.
It wasn’t that long ago, things like that would make me feel weirdly dysphoric but Rodney gets it.
He understands what it means to feel like your skin doesn’t sit quite right.
He would never say or do anything that made me feel those things.
I like him.
Gods, I like him so much already.
“I like having your attention,” Rodney says softly. Then he starts chuckling. “I was going to ask you something streaming related but now I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“You can’t just say that without any context. Now I’m curious.”
“I was going to ask if you’ve ever considered a hand cam but in all honesty, Gayle, I don’t think I’d survive that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just watching you play always makes me hard as diamonds but if I could see your hands? Gods, I’d be one of those creeps jerking off to your stream and then I’d never be able to look you in the eyes.”
I’m not sure what the hell comes out of my mouth but it’s something between a gasp and a snort. I cover my face with my hands, groaning.
“Rodney!”
“Too much?”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I say, suddenly needing to know. “Are you just teasing me or are you actually hard from watching me play?”
“You really wanna know the answer to that?”
“I do.”
“Then yeah, you turn me on when you’re playing,” Rodney says slowly. “You’re just so good. I didn’t even know I had a competency kink but holy shit. Plus, your fucking voice, Gayle. Gods, just the thought of you praising me makes me wanna come in my boxers.”
I lick my lips, my heart suddenly going a million miles an hour inside my chest. Obviously, I’ve heard Rodney say thirsty things about me. It’s how we met. This time, it feels different. My stomach swoops and my cock throbs with excitement.
I open my mouth but all that comes out is a choked, “fuck.”
Rodney chuckles softly, the noise doing nothing to deter my wayward thoughts. “It doesn’t help that Sundays are my T shot day so Mondays, I’m more dick than brain.”
My lips split into a grin, my stomach swooping with affection. “I wouldn’t know about that. I was only on T for like a year before I had to stop.” Then I quickly add, “it kinda reminds me of when I’m in rut.”
I can hear Rodney hum from the other side of the call. “What are you like during your rut?”
“Territorial. Antsy. Bitey.”
Rodney groans and the noise goes straight to my cock. I cross one leg over the other, squeezing my thighs together. “Do you normally spend it with a partner?”
“Not anymore,” I say, surprising myself by laughing. “When I was mated, Bruce and I would spend it together, like good mated couples should. It wasn’t anything special.”
There’s a pause before Rodney admits. “Would you want to spend it with someone? Next time it comes?”
My mouth runs dry as I imagine spending my rut with Rodney.
Maybe he would make a nest for the two of us, made with our scents.
Maybe he would let me cover him in my scent.
Maybe he’d let me mark him with bites and hickeys.
Fuck. My cock, which was only kind of interested suddenly jumps on board with my thoughts.
My dick tingles and aches as it grows, pushing from its sheath. I sit back in my seat, adjusting my pants so it has room to grow and push its way out.
“Gayle? Was that too far?”
“No!” I blurt out right away. “Sorry. I’ll tell you if it’s too much but this isn’t. I promise. I just got stuck in my head thinking about umm, things.”
“What sort of things?”
“Things I would enjoy doing during my rut,” I tell him honestly, my voice sounding breathy to my own ears.
“In these thoughts,” Rodney says slowly. “Are you imagining me?”
“Yes.”
Rodney groans again and my cock twitches. My stomach is a fluttery mess but it feels so good. So right.
“Can I hear about them? Please?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out, trying to find a sliver of confidence to talk dirty to the guy I’m massively crushing on. “Yeah, Rodney. Just don’t make fun of me, okay?”
“There’s nothing to make fun of you for. Honestly, Gayle? This is so hot. I’m hanging off your every word.”
“I’m thinking about how nice it would be if you made a nest for us to share,” I say, starting with the safest fantasy.
“Yes,” Rodney says right away. “I would love that, Gayle. I’ll bring some of my clothes to add so it smells like both of us.”
I place a hand over my cock, squeezing softly. I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from groaning in pleasure. “I want you to smell like me.”
“How would we do that?”
“I would use my scent glands. I’d also use my mouth, licking you all over.”
“Shit,” Rodney hisses out. “Yeah, I’d love that.”
“Then I’d rub myself on you. I’d want to cover you in my cum.”
Rodney makes a strangled noise, the sound coming through his mic crystal clear. Jesus Christ, he sounds so hot. My entire body is flushed, my heart racing inside my chest.
“Then I’d bite you all over. By the time my rut is over, people will be worried that you’ve met a wild animal instead of your alpha.”
“Jesus Christ, Gayle.”
My hand tightens around my cock almost painfully. I can feel my boxers grow wet from my precum.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.”