6. Errands
Chapter six
Errands
I grin, feeling a sense of accomplishment as I watch the smirk he had earlier fade away completely. My grin widens as I see his throat bob, and he struggles to find his words. Derek clears his throat.
“Wow. That’s some gift she got you. I’m gonna have to thank her the next time I see her.” I make a mental note to do the same.
“Too bad it’s gonna go to waste,” he said, resuming his earlier pose of nonchalance.
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, she told me you were kind of a prude, and from what I’ve seen so far, I’d have to agree.” By the way he smirked, I knew he wanted to get a reaction out of me.
Prude? Okay big guy, two can play that game.
“Actually, it may have its use after all. I can’t seem to find any underwear.” I then bend over, hitching the shirt up a little and making sure my ass was on full display. I look back just in time to see his reaction. His eyes widened, and the small bulge we sported was gone. Now, he was pitching a tent, and quite an impressive one, too. I gingerly put one foot in, then the other, before pulling up the jockstrap painfully slow. I snap the elastic band against my hips for good measure.
“What do you think?” I ask, turning this way and that so he could get a better look from all angles. He crooks one finger in the universal c’mere, but I shake my head. “I think I’ll stand for now.” He nods his head. I stand there, fully lording over my victory at having garnered such a reaction from him, when he stands and simply drops his underwear, kicking them aside. I feel my jaw drop as I finally see what was restrained underneath. Derek was Hung , with a capital H. Not only was the length an impressive nine inches, but he was thick too, with veins starkly visible.
“You know what? I think I’ll sleep naked tonight if that’s alright with you.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded my head anyway, not trusting myself to speak. Laying down on the bed, he crooks his finger a second time. I shake my head again, feeling oddly pleased in playing hard to get. He frowns
“You ever heard the term ‘Dominant Alpha’?” I shake my head.
“Well, they’re built differently than other Alphas. They’re stronger, faster, and have more stamina. They’re also very rare. Probably only one percent of Alphas in the US are dominant. I happen to be one of them. Now, one common trait that is said to be shared by Dominant Alphas is getting what they want. So, I’m gonna say this one last time. Come. Here.”
I shiver, the omega part of my brain taking pleasure in the command, completely overriding the earlier feeling of playing hard to get. When I reach the end of the bed, he pats the space next to him, and I climb on and lay next to him. When I’m completely settled, he climbs on top of me, the earlier hesitation completely gone. He braces his arms on each side of my head, while he settles himself between my legs. It’s safe to say that my whole is completely gushing at this point . My cock is faring no better, a steady stream of pre-cum leaking through the fabric.
He leans down to kiss me, but something he said earlier bothers me too much.
“ Technically , you only said come here once. The first two were hand signs.“ He tries and fails not to laugh, his body shaking with the effort.
“Wow, you’re unbelievable. You rather tell me I’m wrong than kiss me?”
“No. I’d rather tell you you’re wrong, then kiss you.“ And so I do, lifting my head for a quick kiss before laying back down. He lowers his head for a longer, more sensual kiss.
“Well, in that case, by all means. I’ll just withhold my kisses from now on.”
“I don’t think that’s as much of a threat as you think it is.”
“Oh yeah?” He leans down until our faces are inches from each other. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?” he asked, licking his lips before pulling away. I tried not to let my disappointment show. Maybe it was a bigger threat than I thought. I can admit when I’m wrong, wanting to see who’s the first to cave.
He lays on his side, hand propping up his head. “So, what do you feel like doing now? The night is still young, and so are we.” I raise an eyebrow, fingering his noticeably greying beard. He swats my hand away. “Well, at least one of us is.” I laugh as he clutches his chest as if he got shot.
“Hey! I’m still young! Well, young at heart, at least. I just turned thirty-four last year.” An age difference of twelve years.
I think about his earlier question, about what to do now. “We can lay here and, I dunno, enjoy each other’s company?” I asked lamely, fully prepared for Derek to shut down the idea. To my surprise, he smiles.
“Yeah, sounds good. I’m a cuddles kind of guy, hope that’s okay.” I shrug, never really having an opportunity to cuddle before, but I’ve seen it done a couple of ways in romance movies.
“I’ve never really done it before. What’s your favorite position? For cuddling, I mean.” I wanted to clarify just in case he got any ideas. He chuckles and leans in for a kiss, before stopping short, kissing my forehead instead.
“First time for everything. Here, I’ll show you. Lay on your side with your back facing me. Having done what he said, I felt his arms wrap around me, and he scooted closer, pressing my body against his. I’m dimly aware of the erection he’s still sporting, pressing against the cleft of my ass. I’m still wet down there from the earlier foreplay. He hooks a leg over mine and lets out a long, contented sigh.
I felt warm and safe being enveloped by him, and I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling. My head rested in the hollow of his throat, and I could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart at my back. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long, time being an ethereal thing. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that it was four in the morning.
Derek is still sleeping, and I wonder how I could sleep through the expansive sounds escaping from him. It sounded like a chainsaw tearing through wood. I just lay there, afraid that if I moved, I would wake up to find that this would all be a dream, and I would wake up back at OPS cold and alone. When I shift and feel his arms tighten slightly while still sleeping, that’s when I allow myself to believe that this is real.
I’m just watching him now, his face having the slack look of a person dead to the world while in the throes of sleep. I sink my hand into the hair on his chest, the coarse, curly fibers slipping through my fingers as I feel his heart beating. I gently lay my hand on his cheek, emulating things I’ve only seen on TV, wanting to explore how it feels for myself.
He wakes with a start, his eyes blinking rapidly, and he looks at me blearily. Once he sees me, though, he settles and smiles. “Oh, hey baby.” I’m instantly wide awake, my heart racing.
“Baby?” I couldn’t help but ask. Do I have to call him a cute pet name as well? Somehow, calling someone as physically imposing as Derek ‘baby’ doesn’t seem right.
“Oh, it just came out. Don’t mind me,” he says, yawning and extracting his arm from underneath me before stretching.
“Did you sleep okay?” He kissed the top of my head affectionately, and I loved the gesture. I wish I was like that, though. Maybe one day I’ll get there.
“Yeah, it was fine...” I have never felt more rested in my life.
“That’s good. You gonna stay up?”
“Yeah, pretty hungry, figured I’d fix some early breakfast. Want some?”
“Nah, I think I’m gonna go back to sleep, probably gonna feel like shit later though.”
“Ok, get some rest.” I kiss his cheek before leaving, trying my best to be romantic like Derek. He smacks my ass playfully as I get out of bed before turning on his side. I decided to take a shower, especially since my thighs felt sticky from last night. Moving the suitcases to the closet, I try to be as quiet as I can, but I needn’t bother, Derek snoring away just as loudly as before.
After I took a quick shower, I tried to make myself at home by unpacking my belongings from the suitcases. The closet was expansive, divided into two parts. Derek’s side was filled with a wide arrange of clothing. Once I was done unpacking, I couldn’t help but grimace at the pathetic display of my side. My clothes barely took up a quarter of the space, probably even less than that.
With that being done, I made my way to the kitchen, taking stock of what was available, which wasn’t much. Derek wasn’t kidding when he said that there’s not much food, but that’s ok, since I was here now. It was my responsibility to take care of the household. Venturing upstairs to Derek’s office, I looked for a pen and paper and exited once I found what I was looking for, not wanting to linger in his personal space.
I had a quick bowl of cereal, and after that, I went into work mode. For the next two hours, I went around the house and wrote down things that we needed. Food, toiletries, even batteries in case we needed extra. I also made a menu of what to fix for Sunday Night, factoring in that I would need to feed at least eight people, if not more. I stuck with greasy, finger foods, thinking Derek’s friends would like that more than anything else.
By the time I was done, it was a little after six. I checked in on Derek to see if he was awake, but he showed no signs of getting up anytime soon. In fact, the sight the greeted me was so funny that I wished I had a phone to take a picture. I didn’t have one, so I savored the moment for a while. He was fully splayed out, limbs everywhere, a sheet draped over his hips.
Still in work mode and with nothing else to do, I decided to clean around the house. I found the cleaning supplies in the laundry room I happened to stumble upon and started cleaning like a recovering crack addict. While I was at it, I also made sure to add laundry detergent and bath soap to the list. When Derek stumbled into me, still cleaning, thankfully wearing an old T-shirt and shorts, it was about a quarter to ten.
“Hey, whatcha doing? Have you been cleaning this whole time?” He took the cleaning supplies out of my hands, his green eyes filled with concern.
“Well, not the whole time. First I made a list of the things the house needs. I can go shopping, but you would need to give me a ride if you don’t mind?” He ran a hand through his disheveled bed hair, looking at a loss for words. He then cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him.
“It’s ten o’clock on a Saturday. Why did you feel the need to make a shopping list and start cleaning all of a sudden? I wished I’d known you were cleaning, or better yet, wish you had woken me up so I could help you. I thought you were watching TV the whole time!”
“I didn’t mind, really. ‘An Omega’s duty is to take care of their Alpha,’” I say, the quote coming out instinctively.
“Okay, how about we compromise? I don’t mind you taking over cooking duties since I can burn water,” he said, softly chuckling at his own joke. But when the house needs cleaning, we do it together. Deal?” I wanted to say no at first, the ideal of the Omega being in charge of the house’s upkeep was ingrained in my mind.
“I’ll promise to try.” It was the best Promise I could make at the time.
“I’ll take it. Here, let me see the list you made.” I gave him the list, but he didn’t read it right away. He walked over to me, settling his arm around my waist, waiting to see how I would react. “Can I kiss you good morning before we start dealing with our new reality?” I nod, and he leans in to give me a light kiss, a whispered good morning trailing at the end. It was then that he finally started to read the list, his eyes widening the more he read.
“Wow. I didn’t realize we had so much stuff to get. Tell you what, let me get dressed, then we can go out for breakfast and do shopping afterwards. We can get you a phone today too while we’re out.”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Also, if it’s not too much trouble, can I get a computer? I can pay for it.” Money was included in the housewarming gift, a fact Sarah had failed to mention.
“Sure. You know, you don’t need my permission to do anything. Let me get dressed and then we can go.“ He gave me a quick kiss before walking off, bringing to mind a psychology course I enrolled in during my first year in college.
The professor explained that there are five main ‘love languages’, each person primarily falls into one or more. Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Gift Giving/Receiving, Quality Time, and Acts of Service. I had a hunch that Derek was in two of the categories: Words of Affirmation and more noticeably, Physical Touch.
My suspicions only deepened as Derek came back half an hour later dressed and immediately went to my side, planting a kiss on my lips. To be honest, I enjoy these little gestures. We kissed again as I wrapped my arms around him, wondering what my own love language was. We part, my lips starting to swell from all of the kissing.
We head first to a local cafe not too far from the house. Derek ordered a pancake platter while I opted for the waffles. Derek wolfed down his food like a starved man, which isn’t far off considering he didn’t eat dinner last night. Once he was done, he still looked hungry for more, so I shared my food with him, the amount of food being too much for me. He looked like he would protest, but accepted it gratefully in the end.
Having food in our stomachs, we head out again, this time to the grocery store. Derek did most of the physical shopping, being more familiar with the layout of the store. We got so much that in the end we stood in the checkout lane with two full carts. I was worried that we had gotten too much and would need to put some things back, but when it was our turn to check out, Derek pulled out his card and paid, not even batting an eye at the price.
Our last stop for the day was a big tech store called The Hub, having a wide array of all things electronic, from TVs, video game consoles, stereos and more. The one common trait that all big tech stores have? They’re always crowded, especially on weekends. I felt Derek close behind me, one hand on my lower back, his scent of freshly cut grass, fresh rain and that indescribable third thing washing over me, intoxicating.
The computer section is less crowded, a fact that I was thankful for. A gall, lanky employee made his way over to us and asked if we needed help. I didn’t really know what kind of computer I wanted so I said yes. He asked what I would use it for most, and I told him for schoolwork, probably. I thought that would narrow my choices down significantly. I was wrong.
The Hub Techie, as I dubbed him in my mind, proceeded to pepper me with questions, seemingly with no end in sight. Did I prefer a laptop or a desktop? Do I want a gaming PC? Do I want an office PC with the specs of a gaming PC? Do I want a dual-monitor setup? Derek left in the middle of the ‘interrogation, explaining that he would buy me a phone and add me to his plan while we were here.
I finally ran out of patience with Techie after he went on about CPUs and GPUs. It all sounded like a foreign language to me. “Can you just pick out what you think it’s best?”
“Well, that all depends on what your budget is, how much space you have available, and if you have room in your vehicle to carry it all.” Will this hell never end?!
After what seemed like an eternity later, Techie goes off with all the details he needs, promising me that I’m in good hands. I let out a relieved sigh, glad that that ordeal was finally over. Derek still hasn’t come back yet, and I, having no way to contact him, decided to wait where I was until Techie was done compiling my order. Hopefully he doesn’t go overboard.
Suddenly, I smelled a peculiar scent in the air. It reminded me of the beach, with its salty air, warm sun-baked sand, sandalwood, and just a hint of tobacco.
“Excuse me, I just need to get behind you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, before turning to see one of the best-looking men I’ve seen in my entire life.