Chapter Eleven
Rodney
“Oh,” I hear Gayle say breathlessly, his hand tightening around my wrist. “Fuck.”
“It’s okay,” Kei says, his voice suddenly going softer.
It’s not often I get to see him like this but anytime someone’s in trouble or needs to be taken care of, he takes on a whole new role, a whole new persona.
It’s like he only allows himself to be soft when he’s taking care of someone else.
“It’s not your fault. Everything is going to be okay. ”
“You don’t have to baby me,” Gayle says, using his free hand to cover his face. “It’s not supposed to be here for another two months. I’m just surprised. I wouldn’t have come here if I’d known, I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Kei says right away. He looks over at me, nodding towards my room. “Rodney and I are gonna go have a chat really quick, why don’t you go take your stuff back out to your car, okay?”
Gayle’s jaw clenches before he’s nodding. It seems like it’s difficult for him to let go of me but he eventually does before turning on his heel and walking outside.
“Come on,” Kei says, dragging me into his room. “Do you know much about ruts?”
“Enough,” I say, my heart suddenly picking up speed.
“I have to ask you this, do you want to spend a rut with Gayle? It’s okay if the answer is no. I’ll tell him to go and explain you’re not ready.”
“No, no, it’s okay, Kei. We’ve talked about this before. I want to help him through it.”
“Okay,” he says with a sigh. “Then you should pack a bag. Do your T shot right away, too because once you guys start, you won’t remember to do it later.”
“Good shout,” I say right away, heading into the bathroom. I do my shot and then go back to my room and pack some clean clothes. I also bring my bag with my dirty clothes, knowing I’ll want to use them for a nest with Gayle.
Once I have everything, I head outside, finding Gayle and Kei talking.
“I won’t scent mark Rodney anymore when I know he’s going over to your place.”
Gayle rubs the back of his neck, looking at his feet. “You don’t have to stop.”
“Doesn’t the smell bother you?”
Gayle shakes his head. “It doesn’t. I’ve grown used to it.
It smells right,” he says with a shrug. “I know it’s not very ‘alpha’ of me to just be fine with my mate smelling like another pack, but I’ve never been much for stereotypes.
It smells right and familiar. Does it bother you when he comes home smelling like me and Calloway? ”
Kei seems to think about that for a moment before sighing. “No, it doesn’t bother me. You’re right. Our packs are morphing into something that belongs together.” Then he quickly adds, “I still want to be the head though. You got a problem with that?”
“Was my show of submission not enough for you?” Gayle asks but there’s a little smile on his face.
“Good point,” Kei says with a nod. Gayle looks over at me, his face lighting up.
“Ready to go?”
“Yep!”
Kei pulls me into a quick hug. “If you change your mind, call me and I’ll come get you.”
“Thanks, Kei. I think I’ll be okay but thanks for caring.”
“Whatever,” he says, shoving me away and walking into the house, slamming the door behind himself. What a dick. I snort as I get into the car, taking the driver’s seat.
The drive back to Gayle’s house feels longer than usual. Gayle is squirming in the seat, like he can’t quite get comfortable. His cheeks are red and he keeps looking over at me and staring but when I look at him, he quickly looks away.
I sigh, my hands tightening around the steering wheel. “Are you still okay with spending your rut with me?”
“Yes!” Gayle says right away, like the word is punched out of his chest. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry I’m acting weird. I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking of all the things I want to do to you but I don’t know if it’ll actually be good or not.”
“What do you mean?”
Gayle covers his face with his hands, letting out a long sigh. “As you know, I’ve only ever been with Bruce.”
“Right,” I say slowly.
“And as you might have figured out, sex with Bruce wasn’t anything special.”
“Right,” I say again.
“And the two of us only ever did what Bruce wanted to do because he wasn’t really interested in trying what I wanted to try.”
I blink slowly, chancing a glance over at Gayle. He looks embarrassed. I put my hand on his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “Okay. What do you want to try? You can tell me, Gayle.”
“I’ve never topped before,” he says in a rush. “And I can’t stop thinking about fucking you, Rodney. I want to so badly I feel like I’m drowning.”
“Oh,” I say with a grin. “That’s what has you so worked up? Of course you can fuck me, Gayle. I want you to.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Along with whatever your alpha brain wants to do. You said I’m gonna look like I was mauled by a bear. My expectations are very high, babe.”
Gayle sucks in a sharp breath. He rests a hand on his lap, pressing down against himself and groaning.
“None of that,” I say right away, shoving his hand away from himself. “You can wait until we’re in our nest, can’t you?”
“I can wait,” he says softly. “For you, I can wait.”
I grin over at him and finish the drive to his house.
Gods, we’ve spent so much time in the car today.
When we finally get out, I can’t help but take a moment to stretch my arms over my head, shaking out my legs.
I let out a yelp of surprise as Gayle plasters himself against my back, running his tongue against the back of my neck.
“Jesus Christ,” I get out, pushing him away. “In the house, Gayle!”
“Hurry up,” he says with a whine, grabbing all of our bags and bringing them inside. He tosses them onto the ground in his bedroom.
“Go take a shower,” I tell him. “While you do that, I’m gonna make our nest, okay?”
“Okay,” he says after thinking about it only for a moment. As soon as I hear the water turn on, I get to work.
By the time Gayle comes into the bedroom again, a towel wrapped around his middle, there’s a perfect nest constructed on the bed. It’s made of blankets, towels, and dirty clothes. I hope I’ve got the scents just right, remembering what Calloway taught me last night.
Gayle’s eyes land on the bed, his cheeks turning the prettiest pink. Then he looks at me, smiling softly.
“You’re so good to me, Rodney.”
My stomach swoops and my heart picks up speed. I step into his space, putting my hands against his lower back.
“You deserve the best,” I tell him softly. “I care about you so much, Gayle.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “I care about you too.”
“Good,” I say, pulling him towards the nest. I push him into it before slowly pulling my clothes off. Once I’m completely naked, I crawl into the bed with him, putting my back against his chest. He spoons up behind me, his hands touching me softly, reverently.
Gayle pushes his towel to the floor, our bodies touching, skin against skin. Gods, it feels so incredible and I can already feel myself getting all tingly with anticipation.
“Rodney,” Gayle whispers, his hand coming to rest around my body, landing on my stomach. His mouth is against the back of my neck. He kisses me once before sighing happily. I feel his nose against me, breathing in my scent.
Gayle’s hips start to move against my ass and it’s not long before I can feel his cock, resting against the swell of my butt. He makes the cutest little whimpering noises against the back of my neck.
“Rodney. I have to tell you something, because once we start actually having sex, I have a feeling I’m going to end up saying it and I want you to hear it when I’m feeling like myself. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say slowly. “You can tell me anything.”
Gayle growls against the back of my neck, thrusting against me. I lift my top leg, guiding his cock between my thighs before closing them again. He pushes against me, his cock rubbing over my slick folds and pushing against my dick. Fuck, that feels so good.
“Oh gods,” he says, “you’re making talking very difficult.”
“I want to make you feel good. Now tell me what you want to tell me, Gayle.”
Gayle whimpers. “I want you to know that I care about you, Rodney. I appreciate you being here and spending my rut with me,” he says, nipping at the back of my shoulder.
I reach between my legs, cupping myself so that I can push Gayle harder against my dick.
I’m fucking throbbing against him. “I am going to cover you in my marks and my cum. You’re going to smell like mine. ”
“I want that,” I breathe out, pleasure warming at the pit of my stomach as Gayle’s cock rocks against my own. Gods, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so wet so quickly before. “I want to be yours, Gayle.”
Gayle’s body freezes. He rests his forehead against me. “Don’t say that unless you mean it, Rodney. If I hear that, I might not be able to stop myself from biting you.”
I lick my lips, trying to swallow around the lump inside my throat. “I know it’s fast,” I start to say, my voice breaking. “But I don’t care. I want to be yours, Gayle.”
“I love you.”
“No fucking way,” I say with a gasp, unable to stop myself. I pull away from Gayle’s cock and flip over so I can see him. “Really?”
“Yes,” he says, his eyes shining. “I love you, Rodney.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe out, my chest bursting with affection. “I love you too.”
Gayle smiles so wide and this time, he doesn’t try to cover it up. I surge forward, catching his lips in a fierce kiss. Very quickly, things turn from soft to heated. He’s rocking against me once more, his cock hard and drooling precum between us.
“Can I ride you?”
“Fuck,” Gayle hisses out and I can feel his dick twitch against my stomach. “Yes. I’d love that. Can I finger you first?”
“Yeah, of course. How about we--” my voice cuts off as I rearrange us so that I’m straddling Gayle’s face, facing his cock.