BAY
I decide to postpone my surprise for a few more days because I want to give Alex time to pull himself together.
I can see how badly he wants to escape his thoughts, he throws himself into preparing my clips, and it has to be said that he’s getting better and better at it, the videos he makes for me are no longer just static recordings of me playing the guitar or other instruments.
He puts his whole heart into making sure the light and sound are perfect, he adds more elements like footage of melancholic fields, forests, and mountains when a song calls for it or colorful lights that drift over my figure when the song is one of the brighter ones.
The whole week passes quietly, Alex is absorbed in editing, and we don’t talk much about his dad or about the revelations surrounding his parentage.
From time to time, when we lie curled up in bed, he sniffles softly, but when I hold him tight and stroke his head, he calms down, and sometimes I even allow myself to purr because I know Alex doesn’t mind and it soothes him even more.
We lie there wrapped around each other, and his head resting on my chest vibrates slightly with the rhythm of my purring.
I can see how much it helps him energetically.
After a week I finally see some kind of acceptance in him, he begins to understand that his life has changed forever.
This is also the first time I am seeing Alex nest not only for me, but for himself, for both of us.
Trying not to be obvious about it, I buy colorful pillows, tapes, and braided wool cords in small batches and quietly smuggle them into the house, tucking them away in closets and drawers.
Alex finds them. It almost turns into a kind of Easter egg hunt.
He doesn’t comment on it, and I don’t ask, because, of course, nesting is a deeply intimate topic for omegas.
I just give him as much safe space to nest as I can.
From what I remember of my occasional visits to his place back then, Alex only had what could be called the beginnings of nests.
Long scarves coiled into circles, mimicking the shape of a nest. Yes, he used to build those little safety circles of pillows for me, but his own bed had much simpler arrangements, and it’s interesting that now all of that is changing.
As an adolescent omega, Alex’s instincts hadn’t fully kicked in yet.
Now, though, they seem to be growing stronger and more pronounced with each passing day, and I don’t interfere.
I don’t comment. I don’t create awkward situations.
Every now and then, when he finishes another stage, I casually toss out a remark into the air, like, "This room is starting to feel really cozy," or, "There’s a nicer atmosphere in here now." And I see a blush bloom on his cheek.
Harmoniously, day by day, Alex blossoms in his nesting. And my role as an alpha, quiet and nonjudgmental support, offering space, unfolds exactly as he seems to expect. After the first month, we’re sleeping in a pleasant nest, not very tall but pretty solid, and I’m deeply satisfied.
Living together works out for us effortlessly, which isn’t surprising, because Alex and I always function like a perfectly oiled machine.
We go to school together, study together, even try to cook something together in our tiny kitchen, even though neither of us is very good at it, but we learn a little more every day, and we finish the rest of the setup in the little house that is now officially connected to my underground gym through a drop-down hatch in the floor.
On the second floor of the house we keep a large open space without dividing it into any rooms, there are instruments there and our small studio where we record.
About two weeks after Alex moves in, Eric Garin calls me unexpectedly.
"Hey, I’m calling because even though we didn’t manage to come to an agreement about working together, if you’re interested, one of the artists I manage is sick and can’t take part in a music event that’s going to take place in the downtown."
He lowers his voice slightly, as if he wants to give his words a bit of ceremony, then adds,
"It’s Sound Fest."
I freeze because it’s the biggest music event in the south of the country, and getting a spot there is an instant badge of honor.
"Seriously, you’re calling me with this?"
"Of course, and don’t worry, I’m not expecting a cut of anything, this is just friendly, think of it as a free sample."
Alex, listening on speaker, widens his eyes and nods hard.
"Well, I’d be an idiot to turn down an offer like that, I’ll contact my band and ask if they’re willing to join me, and even if they can’t, I’ll find other musicians…"
"There isn’t much time, you’ve got a week and a half left, but if you want, I can email you all the details and the contract from the event organizers."
"S-sure…" I manage to get out in disbelief. What just happened is incredible, this is a huge event featuring stars with national and even international fame. Something like this could lift me from a local village-event musician and minor YouTuber to the next stage of my life.
Eric adds, as if he senses my disbelief,
"Of course you’ll be performing during the intro while people are getting seated, but that doesn’t mean you won’t show up in the concert coverage, you’ll appear online right next to them." He tempts me with it.
"Sure, sure, obviously, even playing the intro is amazing, I’m on board."
When I end the call with Eric, I turn to Alex and let out a loud scream of joy.
"Sound Fest!"
Alex starts jumping like crazy, leaps onto the bed, and bounces upward, and we go wild across the whole room, jumping like lunatics. What news. Wow.
"This is insane, Bay, you don’t get it, this could be your breakthrough, you could finally break into the mainstream…"
I press my hands to my hot cheeks, still out of breath from excitement.
"This is so damn good, seriously, maybe I should actually hire Eric, because if he can get me into events like this, then damn, that’s not bad at all…"
Alex nods. "Think about it, everything points to him having some serious connections."
Finally, breathless, we both stop and flop onto the bed, lying there for a moment before I say,
"Oh, Alex. I’m so happy with you… you pulled me out of the darkness, you’re everything to me." The words just burst out of me.
Alex turns onto one elbow, his flushed, beautiful face leaning over mine.
But I surge upward and roll toward him, now I’m the one lying on top of him.
I whisper with passion, "Everything was swallowed by darkness, everything was chaos, I had nothing, not even a shadow of hope, but you gave me all of it back, and even more… I don’t know if anyone but you could have given me that space to heal."
His breathing is still fast from all the jumping, his full sweet lips curve into a soft smile.
I have to lean down and brush them with mine, they’re warm and soft and a shiver runs through me.
"And you gave me sex, and that’s a gift you can’t overestimate. You broke the curse. Your patience and love… all my problems in that regard disappeared."
"I never noticed any problems between us in that regard," he says with a playful wink.
I smile mischievously. "That’s because of how you affect me. Your magic does that. When I’m close to you, when I touch your smooth skin, nothing else exists. You make that happen."
I hesitate and then confess, "Only when you touch me do I feel anything. When you don’t, nothing excites me. Nothing. I don’t even jerk off. There’s only you, do you understand?"
Alex lifts his hands, his fingertips glide gently over my face and down to my lips, and we look into each other’s eyes, sinking into them.
"And nothing else exists for me either, Bay, just us, just you and me."
One of his hands slips to the back of my head, the other moves lower along my spine and pulls me against him tightly, firmly.
I lower myself over his flushed face, his big eyes framed by long lashes watching me, and oh, that look, there is always something flirtatious in it, some promise, some sweet secret I’m desperate to uncover.
Then I brush my lips against his; they taste like strawberries, and his tongue immediately finds its way into my mouth, twining with mine.
It’s like sinking into a pink cloud of marshmallow sweetness, a place you never want to leave, but Alex is like that in every way.
His skin, his scent make my head spin, I trail my mouth down his neck, over his still-slumbering glands, both marked with my bite. I carry the same marks, and when I’m close to him everything in me turns hungry and wild and demands to keep him with me forever.
First, I press a gentle kiss to the delicate tendons of his neck, then suck hard on one of his glands. A soft, pleased sigh escapes him, I know how much Alex loves gland play, so I give him what he craves, but I’m not stopping there.
I move to the other gland, lavishing it with attention, but I feel there’s something I need to say. So I lift my lips to his ear, the tip of my tongue tracing the edge of his earlobe before I whisper,
"Since we’ve been together, I haven’t betrayed you with a single thought, Alex. Not a single one."
Every word is true. No one else can turn me on, only Alex. He’s the only exception in this entire damn universe.
A strange, satisfied smile spreads across his face, almost smug…
His fingers tangle in my hair, like he’s about to grab a fistful, and he growls possessively, making a bold attempt at an AO sound.
"Because you can never be with anyone else. You’re mine forever, I demand it. I won’t let you be with anyone else!"
I grin. "Deal. I’m only yours, Alex. Forever, I swear."
In one swift motion, I yank off his shirt, and my eyes lock onto his chest, which is really fucking sexy.