Kieran #2
Unfortunately, when he looked so stupidly cute and cuddled me right after, forcing this warm and fuzzy feeling to bloom up inside me, it pretty much immediately canceled out the aggravation. Not that I would be letting him know that.
“At least you’re consistent.”
“Hi! Welcome to the Oldport Aquarium!” The ultra-cheery attendant reached out to scan over my phone screen, where I had our tickets pulled up.
“Here’s a map of all the exhibits, and it has the times listed for any special events.
Oh, and we have a special summer of love exhibit right now, it has a bunch of cool facts about how certain marine animals mate for life, and it shows off our penguin couples, and there’s a really cute wall with hearts and stuff that’s great for couple pics! You guys will love it.”
She thought we were a couple? Sure, he was clinging to my arm like a burr but who in their right mind would look at someone like him and someone like me and actually assume that?
The urge to correct her, to emphatically insist that I wasn’t a deviant pervert taking advantage of him and that he’d actually been the one who initiated the blowjob rose up in me, but I bit it down.
“Thanks!” Jordy said, taking the map from her and nudging me out of line and through the turnstile. Her assumption obviously hadn’t bothered him or filled him with guilty urges to deny anything. But then again, he’d always been more emotionally stable than me.
Once we’d moved a little ways down the hall into the first room bordered by huge tanks of colorful fish, I cleared my throat.
“You sure you want to do… That?” I asked, gesturing to where he was wrapped around my arm like a vine.
“Am I bothering you?” He asked, the embarrassed, wounded look on his face like a knife in my stomach.
“No!” I answered quickly, and probably too sharply. But it was like if I didn’t make sure that he knew he wasn’t bothering me, I would instantly die. “I just mean… You’re going to be going to school here, so…”
“So people might see me and think I have a super hot, tattooed boyfriend?” He retorted, giving me an incredulous look. One of those looks. “How will I ever live with the shame?”
Was it really that simple for him? I’d have given anything to be able to think of the two of us like that.
To be thrilled that people actually thought I was worthy of having this bouncy little blond omega with the big blue eyes and insane body, instead of obsessing over how ridiculous the idea actually was or worrying about what I might do to eventually make him miserable.
But… We were in a bubble. The bubble of this fantasy weekend, where we could do whatever we wanted.
That’s what he’d asked for, anyway. Was it okay for me to give in, on the grounds that there was no way for us to get caught?
Even without that aspect I was still being a selfish prick. But I knew he didn’t feel that way.
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to come out casual. “Well… If that’s how you feel, then I guess it’s okay. For this weekend,” I added, like that absolved me of all the sin.
“For this weekend,” he agreed innocently, blinking his long lashes at me.
What the fuck was I actually getting myself into?
We took our time wandering through all the exhibits.
I patiently and intently listened as he read all the info plaques out loud for each animal and display, letting him make observations without rushing him along.
It was cute, way cuter than I expected, to see him so excited as he chattered out facts, many of which were from his own mind and not from the little info plaques.
Despite the killer looks, he really was just a scholarly little nerd.
It was stupid how fucking adorable it was.
One exhibit had touch tanks with stingrays, sea urchins, and anemones, which he insisted I take part in, despite my reluctance. Manfully suppressing a wince as I dipped in my hand to stroke over the various cold and slimy creatures, I dishonestly nodded when he asked me if I liked it.
Eventually, toward the end, we got to the love exhibit the attendant had described. The information in this section was all focused on courting and mating rituals between the various animals. Penguins even gave each other gifts, which was pretty cute.
“Do you ever think about how alphas and omegas are more like animals?” He mused, kneeling down in front of a huge tank, waving to a penguin as it lazily floated by.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, like… A lot of animals mate for life, like how we do. I don’t mean betas can’t love each other, or stay together forever, but… They don’t get what it’s like for us,” he finished softly, wrapping his arms around his knees.
“I’ve never really thought about it,” I said honestly. But he did have a point. “Does it bother you?”
“Being an omega?” He asked, glancing up at me.
“Yeah.”
He shook his head. “No. I mean, there are pros and cons, but I am what I am.” I was afraid of what those pros and cons might be, so I didn’t ask. “Does it bother you? Being an alpha, I mean.”
Exhaling, I considered his question. The idea of being honest scared me, so much that my stomach started to writhe like it was full of fluttering birds.
“Sometimes,” I finally admitted.
“Really?” He sounded surprised, but not judgmental. But I hadn’t expected him to judge me. He never did. “How come?”
My fingers twitched, my hands flexing into fists as I tried to will off the unbearable feeling of not wanting to answer.
“It’s just hard sometimes.”
“Because of me?” He asked, rising to a standing position and moving closer to me. It wasn’t often that he looked and sounded so serious, and because his gaze was so intense, I found myself unable to completely lie.
“It’s not your fault.”
He frowned a little, his brows drawing together as he reached out. My pulse jumped and I had to pretend my feet were glued to the floor to keep from backing away as he grabbed each of my hands in his.
“Am I making it better or worse for you?” He wondered. The contact of his palms on mine was so hot I could feel myself flushing, despite everything we’d done already. Holding hands was nothing. But sometimes even the most casual contact with him felt like it could burn me alive.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I can’t tell anymore.”
“You… want to be around me, right?”
“Yes.” That answer, at least, was easy.
“I know you feel like you shouldn’t,” he said.
His voice was so soft and soothing, it was like a balm applied straight to my nerves.
How could someone who was so good at getting under my skin and stressing me out be just as good at calming me down?
“But… We agreed you would forget about that for now, right?”
“Jordy.” I breathed out his name as he closed the last little gap between us, rising up on his toes to wrap his arms around my neck. “I’m trying, but…”
“I know. And I know that you don’t want to tell me whatever it is that’s holding you back, and I understand. We’ll just… Do whatever you feel okay with. Okay?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you?”
He smirked a little before answering. “Why, because I’m a virgin?”
“Right.”
He shook his head a little, his blue eyes dancing with amusement at my question.
He made me feel like I was the damn virgin, like I had no clue what I was doing with any of this.
I felt so clumsy, like he really was the porcelain angel sculpture with the delicate crystal wings, ready for me to fumble and ruin at any moment.
“Don’t think of me like that.”
“How should I think of you, then?”
“Just think of me as… Yours, whenever you’re ready for me.”
The weight of his words flashed over my skin, electrifying my senses and sparking heat in my blood.
A growl ripped from my throat, my hands tightening on his hips and yanking him against me, where my cock had instantly stiffened.
He kissed me, purring when I slipped my tongue into his mouth.
Swallowing his whimpers until I felt like my lungs would explode, I finally tore my mouth from his, panting harshly.
“I didn’t mean here,” he joked, but I could feel him practically vibrating in my hands. He was just as hard as I was, and his eyes were half-lidded, cloudy with lust. For me.
The sound of cackling children down the hall, heading our way smacked me like a brick wall. I groaned, peeling him off me just in time for them to run through the room we were in like a tiny herd of shrieking buffalo, destroying the intimacy of the moment.
Exhaling a huge breath, I cleared my throat, running a hand through my dark hair. I opened my mouth to say something, probably something stupid, but Jordy cut me off.
“Don’t apologize,” he warned me. “This is the last exhibit anyway, so let’s just go.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that.
“Oh wait, one last thing,” he requested, pulling his phone out of the pocket of my hoodie he was still wearing. “Can we take a picture in front of the wall?”
Staring at it, I sighed a little. Pink hearts and sparkles interspersed with fancy loops and polka dots. “Yeah. I guess. If you want.”
“I want,” he assured me, ushering me over and pushing my back against it. He wiggled under my arm like he seemed to love doing, wrapping an arm around my torso. “Here, you take it,” he commanded, shoving the phone into my hand. “You’re taller.”
“You, uh… You’re not going to post this online, are you?”
He giggled, shaking his head against my chest. “Just for me, I swear.”
I wasn’t exactly a selfie guy, all my social media posts were of my art, but I snapped the pic, handing it over so he could scrutinize it.
“This is so cute!” He said, making a little show of hugging the phone to his chest before pocketing it again. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t take that literally. But even if he did, it wasn’t like I’d be able to say no to him.