5. Conrad
5
CONRAD
S taying true to my word, the first date I took Tim on was a public one.
Even though the farm ran seven days a week, Sam was a fair boss who had all the farmhands on a rotating roster.
So, with my monthly weekend off landing only days after asking Timmy out, it made sense to make use of it properly.
I picked him up around ten in the morning, blushing my way through his mother’s amusement and his dad’s stern stare, and we climbed into my beaten-up old truck and set off towards a nearby town.
Our town was a mite too small to enjoy a real date, but an hour’s drive saw us pull into a bustling main street with at least twice the offerings of Shifters Sanctuary.
It even had a tiny movie theatre.
It was one screen only, but that didn’t bother either of us.
We chatted and flirted during the drive there.
It was nice to see Tim loosening up a bit, even though he still blushed and got self-conscious and coy with me.
I hoped he’d never really stop doing that.
It was adorable.
He was adorable.
“Is it sad that I haven’t been to an actual movie in years?” he asked as we climbed out of the truck and meandered onto the sidewalk.
I reached for his hand and, predictably, his cheeks turned pink as he slid his much smaller palm against mine.
We probably looked ridiculous together with how petite he was against my bulk, especially when I towered over him like I did, but I liked it.
He was my sweet little fox, and my inner bear enjoyed being so much larger.
“I haven’t been in years, either,” I admitted, strolling towards the small ticket stand in front of the tiny lobby.
The building itself was sandwiched between two others, giving it a real old-world, small-town kind of vibe.
Which, considering we were in the middle of Nowhere, Iowa, wasn’t far off the mark.
There was a gaggle of teenagers milling about the lobby, which made sense because we were seeing the matinee screening of the latest superhero flick, but they paid us no mind after we collected our tickets and headed towards the concession stand.
The enticing scent of fresh, buttery popcorn called to me and made my stomach rumble, earning a bubble of laughter from my date.
“I have missed this smell, though,” he sniffed the air.
“Nothing beats it.”
His sweet omega scent, paired with his bright fox shifter scent, certainly outranked popcorn in my head, but I wasn’t ready to start saying sappy shit like that just yet.
At least, not on our first date.
“The smell is so much nicer than the experience of eating it, though. Not that that ever stops me,” I rubbed my belly pointedly, making him giggle again.
We held hands through the movie, then ate a late lunch at a nearby burger joint.
I was amused to see him practically inhale the burger and fries he’d ordered.
“Flu finally fading?” I asked, and he nodded, slumping back against the vinyl of the booth seat with a happy little sigh.
“Yeah, thankfully. And today I’m starving. It’s like my body has realized it can have food again and is overcompensating.”
“Well, I’m just glad you’re feelin’ better. I’m happy to feed you whenever and whatever you’d like.” My alpha agreed wholeheartedly, taking a sense of pride in being able to provide for his omega.
And ugh.
How many times did I have to try and explain to my inner beast that Tim wasn’t ours?
Unaware of my thoughts, Tim’s cheeks turned rosy.
He dipped his chin.
“I like that,” he said shyly.
“Today has been fun.”
I preened.
I’d never really been much of a dater before; my history was more casual hookups.
But Tim was different.
Special.
He deserved to be wooed and romanced.
“It has,” I agreed.
“Does that mean I can take you out again?”
His blinding smile warmed my insides.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
I was conscious of taking things slowly with Tim.
During our drive home after our first date —having parked down the street from his house and made out like teenagers for a few minutes— he quietly told me he was a virgin.
I’d suspected as much, but it wasn’t difficult to assure him we had all the time in the world.
My alpha wanted him, but even he was content to wait until the time was right.
That wasn’t to say we didn’t push boundaries during our dates, though.
Our make-out sessions were hot and heavy, oftentimes leading to Tim straddling my lap as we kissed, rubbing our cocks together through our jeans until one or both of us came.
As weeks went by, he became increasingly insatiable, but he still wasn’t ready to do more than frot, and I wasn’t going to push him.
It all led to my dreams becoming progressively more vivid, though.
I supposed that wasn’t unexpected, considering the last time I’d had sex was at the summer Unlocking party.
I didn’t remember much outside of finding myself in a dark room with a random beta that night.
From what little I did recall —being strung out on a synthetic rut and blindfolded as per the party’s silly rules— the beta I’d been with had used a ridiculous amount of lube.
Now, it wasn’t difficult to imagine it was Tim’s slick, instead.
To imagine the slender waist I’d held belonged to my sweet fox omega.
To fantasize that I’d been able to mate him, rather than pull out after my knot had begun to pop following my orgasm.
So, my dreams morphed the heavily-lubed-up beta into a slick-dripping omega.
While I couldn’t remember the sounds the beta had made, I dreamed of Tim whimpering and crying out in ecstasy.
That was also easy to do, seeing as I’d watched him unravel in my lap several times by that point.
But, despite the dreams and my growing infatuation, and despite Tim’s youthful appetite to make out and frot at every possible opportunity, we spent time really getting to know each other, too.
I told him about my childhood and my travels since my teens, and he shared his experiences growing up sheltered and adored by his parents.
Even though our lived experiences couldn’t be further apart, we bonded over our differences.
It was nice to get his perspective, and when we debated some of the bigger picture issues in the world, he opened my eyes to alternative thoughts.
In turn, I did the same for him.
I always looked forward to our dates.
Tim made me laugh.
I felt complete when we were together.
I’d given up on correcting my alpha on his insistence that Tim was ours.
Mine.
(Whatever.
)
It was hard to argue against the instinct when I was falling head over heels for my boyfriend.
“Mmm,” he rocked against me, exhaling puffs of air into my mouth as we parted our lips to breathe.
We’d had a relaxing picnic, watching the sunset and feeding each other various fruits, sandwiches, and chocolates.
As the sky darkened, we’d cuddled together under blankets in the bed of my old pick-up truck, chatting quietly about random topics as stars began to blink into existence.
Then his lips had trailed over my shoulder and up my neck, and it wasn’t long before I had a lapful of my sweet omega.
My hands kneaded at the small, perfectly rounded globes of his ass.
“That’s it, baby,” I urged.
“You feel so good like this.”
“ Yes . Your cock feels huge .”
I chuckled, nuzzling my nose against his.
“It’s not that impressive, but you’re good for a man’s ego, darlin’.”
“I want…” he pulled back and swallowed, then looked earnest and vulnerable as he asked, “Can I see it? Touch it? Suck it?”
My cock liked those ideas very much, doing his best to make a bid for freedom through the thick denim I wore.
I groaned.
“I’d like that, baby. But you don’t hav— oh , God .”
Tim wasted no time, shuffling back on my thighs and lowering my zipper.
Just feeling his touch right where I needed him had me about ready to explode.
Which one of us was the virgin?
I felt like everything was brand new again when I was with Tim.
He only hesitated for a moment before tugging the cotton of my boxer briefs down, exposing my aching, leaking dick to the cool night air.
I watched his face as he looked down, enjoying the way his skin flushed in the moonlight and the way his tongue darted out to moisten his kiss-swollen lips.
When I felt his hand close around my shaft, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of my mate’s tentative stroking.
“Not that impressive my ass,” he muttered.
“This is going to split me in two when we finally do it.” He squirmed.
“God, I’m so slick just looking at it…”
“Baby,” I pleaded, “don’t say things like that.” My cock dribbled precum as if to punctuate just how riled up his words got me.
“Sorry,” he said, not sounding at all apologetic.
He shuffled back further, propping his knees on one of the cushions I’d brought along.
Stretching out, Tim braced his weight on one forearm beside my thigh as he stroked my dick with his other hand.
Then he brought his mouth to the tip of my cock and suckled so gently and sweetly I almost went cross-eyed at the tease of it.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart…”
He hummed, taking more of me in, sucking a bit harder as a couple of inches disappeared between his plump lips.
I enjoyed the slow exploration as much as I felt tortured and edged by it.
He licked and sucked, trying to take more and more of me as he bobbed his head.
Despite his lack of experience, it was the most perfect thing in the world for me.
“That’s it, Timmy. Suck my cock, baby. Doin’ so good. Your mouth feels so good.”
He hummed at the praise.
The vibrations shot through me, making my knot tingle as it threatened to pop.
That was a sensation I was slowly becoming used to the more often I jerked off, and I wondered how different it would feel with a partner.
How it might actually feel to have the sensitive flesh locking me inside a slick, warm channel.
Inside Tim .
“Oh, fuck, darlin’. I’m gettin’ close…”
The images in my head coupled with the feel of his mouth on me were going to be my undoing.
“Tim. Shit . Baby. Baby, I’m gonna… Fuck. Pull off. I’m gonna—” He doubled down, sucking harder as his fist shuttled up and down, squeezing the spot where my knot tingled.
I moaned, feeling the wave overtake me, pleasure bursting through my veins.
“ Nnnngh. Fuuuuuuck. ”
Dimly aware of Tim swallowing what he could, I yelped and came again when his fingertips trailed over the swell of my knot, which had popped after my epic orgasm.
“Wow,” he murmured in awe.
I cracked my eyes open to watch him sit back on his heels, wiping his hands on his jeans.
His gaze was glued to my still-hard cock, his eyes blown wide with lust and wonder.
“Your knot is…” Trailing off, he glanced up at my face.
“I mean, I thought you were big before. How…how will that fit?”
“It’ll happen after I’m already inside. That’s how it locks us together.”
“Wow.” He repeated.
Smiling, I gestured for him to come snuggle up at my side, propped up against the truck’s cab.
“Can I…?” I reached for his crotch.
His cheeks —still flushed from his exertions— turned a deeper shade of pink.
“I, uh, I already…”
“God, that’s hot, darlin’.” If I didn’t know how borderline-painful it would be to stimulate the knot, I would have stroked myself.
Instead, I kept my hands off in the hope it wouldn’t take too long to deflate.
He nibbled his lower lip.
“You don’t think it’s pathetic?”
“You came from blowing me. That gives my ego a real boost.” Kissing the top of his head, I nuzzled against him again.
“Thank you for tonight, sweetheart. That was really special.”
“I’m just…I’m sorry I’m still not ready to go all the way, but?—”
“Baby, I don’t mind.” I cut him off.
“We’ve only been dating for a handful of months. We’ve got time. I’m not going anywhere.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he insisted.
“Because I do. With how slick I just got, I know I’m physically ready, but…” His voice took on a choked quality that tugged at my heartstrings.
“I’m not…I mean, surely you’ve noticed I’ve been indulging way too much on our dates. My body has changed. I’m getting fat and?—”
“Whoa,” I leaned away, frowning.
It was true he had filled out over the few months we’d been dating, but I just thought he was finally getting healthier.
“One; I don’t exactly have a six-pack either,” I gestured to the large, soft mound of my belly, “and two; you’re gorgeous to me, Tim. You’ve never looked healthier. Your skin glows now.”
It really was a far cry from how ill he’d been over summer, with dark circles and sunken eyes.
Not that I hadn’t thought him attractive then, mind you.
He shrugged.
“I just noticed it the other day and I’m not used to looking this way, that’s all.” Licking his lips, he looked up at the sky, adding.
“Anyway, I still need to go talk to Eric or Brandt at the clinic before we have sex. I know we’ll use condoms, but I want to get on the pill, too. Just to be safe.”
“That’s fair,” I agreed.
As much as my alpha was prowling under my skin, demanding we mate and bond, I wasn’t exactly ready to support a baby, considering I was still renting a room at Frat House.
Plus, Tim was still so young.
It made sense to be as cautious as possible.
“And we still have time,” I repeated.
“All the time in the world.”
He huffed a light laugh and snuggled into my side again.
“You know what we could do?” he asked after a comfortable stretch of silence.
“Hmm?”
“We could shift. Introduce our animals to each other.”
Excitement traveled up my spine.
“Wanna do that now?”