6. Chapter 6
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Cyrus attempted to forget what had happened outside of the bar.
Go in, have a few more drinks, watch people play pool and yammer on.
They were relaxing and blowing off some steam, which was good.
Lily needed it, he could tell. She was as stressed about the situation as he was, even if she didn’t want to admit it.
However, it was difficult to avoid looking at Gabe as the night grew on. He was suddenly way more interested in the bar than hanging with the group. Michelle would often look at them and try to tell Cyrus to go over and talk to him, but he refused.
Around midnight, he dragged Liliana, sober, out of the bar and tossed his keys in her direction.
“You’re in a mood for being drunk,” Lily commented as she started the car.
“Just tired,” Cyrus told her. He adjusted his pants just a little before putting his seatbelt on.
Lily spoke as she adjusted her seat so she could reach the pedals.
“Yeah, sure.” She chuckled and then backed up out of their parking spot.
A half-hour or so late, they were back at the pack house, and Lily was leading Cyrus to the door, so they could both head inside and get some sleep. She squeezed him once they were at his doorway.
“G’night,” she bid him, and then she disappeared down the long hallway of bedrooms that took a turn to the left down another hallway.
“Night,” he called after her.
Cyrus sighed and shuffled into his room, shoes kicked off near the side of his door before it closed.
In the dimness of his room, he took his clothing off but for his boxers and tugged on a pair of grey sweatpants before climbing into bed.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment.
He could still taste Gabe’s mouth on his even several drinks later. The phantom feeling of his lips on his, of his hips grinding back against his in unison.
Cyrus groaned softly and tossed an arm over his face.
What was he thinking?
It was hard to deny that the alcohol must have had something to do with it, but Cyrus tried his damndest to deny that the tension drew him to some degree.
Tension meant…roughness, a hot and burning emotion that could turn two people who hated each other into two people who wanted the other naked as quickly as possible.
Cyrus sighed and shifted his hips on the bed. The growing tension of his cock within his boxers was impossible to ignore.
After another couple minutes of attempting to pretend like he wasn’t thinking of the way Gabe’s mouth felt against his, his hand slipped down to his waist.
Gabe was…quite a bit younger than him.
He had barged his way into being Alpha.
He was familiar in a way that made Cyrus…suspicious.
Everything about Gabe made Cyrus suspicious.
Yet his hand was still pushing the waistline of his boxers down.
His length spread free from the fabric, and he wrapped his hand around it.
He groaned softly and began to stroke his cock in slow and fluid movements with just the perfect amount of pressure.
Cyrus rocked his hips upward as he stroked, soft grunts coming from his lips as he did so.
The image of Gabe’s flustered face, taste of his lips, and the sound of his moans as they made out against the wall all drove him over the edge much quicker than he expected. However, he was also pretty drunk.
His seed spilled over his hand and onto his thighs.
“Fuck,” Cyrus groaned, and his breath hitched in his throat as another spurt of cum dripped from his tip.
His heart was beating quickly, but the exhaustion of the night and his self-pleasure were already setting over him.
Cyrus only just made it to grabbing a tissue off his nightstand and cleaning up the mess as much as he could before he pulled his boxers and pants up and fell asleep. His cock still twitching.
Dragging himself to a shower the following day and then to breakfast, Cyrus found himself not necessarily hung-over but certainly feeling a series of conflicted feelings about the evening before.
The house was pretty quiet. Anyone who had gone out that night had gotten home much later than Cyrus and Lily, so they were likely still asleep, and there were a few odd people who worked weekends.
Alas, Cyrus was left to his own devices and cook some breakfast. Ultimately, he decided to make enough breakfast for anyone who woke up hungry, bound to be everyone there.
Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some bread were set to the side for them to make toast.
He was filling his plate with food and popping a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster when he heard the padding of feet along the hallway outside the kitchen. The dim morning light was illuminating the room and casting various shadows.
Cyrus turned to see Gabe standing there. Also shirtless. He had a soft red mark along his neck. Cyrus swallowed hard and distracted himself by pouring some coffee into his mug.
“Morning,” Gabe said as he stepped over toward the counter where Cyrus was standing.
Cyrus barely managed not to look at him and failed as he reached to grab some sugar from further on the counter.
Gabe’s midnight hair was messy, and his eyes were slightly pink from lack of sleep or what Cyrus wasn’t sure, though he was sure, having not had his coffee or breakfast yet that his own eyes and face didn’t look so great. He rubbed at his short blonde beard as he stirred the sugar into his coffee.
He didn’t reply to him, and he could feel the tension already building in the room.
“Look, maybe we should t—” Gabe started, but there was another set of feet in the room all of a sudden.
“God, that smells good,” Ryan said as he stepped in and was quickly followed by Michelle.
“Plenty for everyone, help yourself… I know you two are the cooks, but…” Cyrus waved a hand.
Michelle made a slight sound by vibrating her lips. “We are not complaining.” She chuckled, and her eyes darted to Gabe, narrowing.
Cyrus slowly sipped at his steaming coffee.
He watched as Gabe suddenly grew quiet and quickly put some food on a plate and was gone as soon as he had arrived. Cyrus watched him leave and then looked at Michelle, who raised a brow at him.
“Don’t go there,” Cyrus mumbled.
“What’s he talking about?” Ryan asked.
Cyrus was glad to hear she hadn’t told him, though he couldn’t blame her. Ryan was her husband.
“Nothing,” Michelle insisted.
Cyrus gave them both a slight nod before grabbing his plate and heading out of the kitchen to the entertainment room, where there were several couches he could take advantage of. He sighed as he sat down and started to dig into his food. He was hungry as ever.
As he was about halfway through his food, there came Gabe, wandering into the room like a lost puppy.
“Good, you’re alone,” he mumbled.
“Unfortunately,” Cyrus replied as he shoved another piece of bacon in his mouth.
Gabe groaned softly.
“Look, last night was,” Gabe started.
“A mistake, I know,” Cyrus replied.
He eyed Gabe as he grew closer to him, but then as Ryan and Michelle walked into the room with their food, Gabe looked anxious and quickly left.
Cyrus furrowed his brow.
He was sure that Gabe had been avoiding him before, but this seemed even more so.
Lily had said he looked flustered the last time he left the room.
Cyrus hadn’t noticed that. This time, however, Gabe looked anxious.
Like he wanted to get close with Cyrus when they were alone, talk, but…
now whenever other people came into the room, he left. Not when Cyrus entered the room.
Cyrus took a slow breath and worked on finishing his food.
Maybe he should talk to Gabe.
After his food was gone, he headed to the kitchen to wipe his plate down and stick it in the dishwasher before looking around for Gabe. He felt better after some coffee and food in his stomach.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say, but one thing he did know was that if they kept up with things the way there were, it would be a mess.
Cyrus shook his head. It all felt like one big mess.
He stepped outside into the fresh morning air to see Gabe idly tossing a football up in the air and catching it.
“Poor form,” Cyrus called to him as he walked over.
“Never said I was a football player,” Gabe replied.
Cyrus rolled his eyes.
“Here…toss it.” He put his hands up.
“Now you want to talk?” he asked.
“Just toss the damn ball,” Cyrus repeated.
Gabe sighed and tossed the ball. It wasn’t a good throw, but Cyrus caught it nevertheless. He tapped his fingers against the ball for a moment before launching it back at Gabe. Gabe caught it with a huff and threw it back at Cyrus a little more aggressively.
Cyrus caught it no trouble and tossed it back to a similar degree.
“I don’t know…what happened last night, but,” Cyrus mumbled, “…mostly I don’t understand why.”
“Why what?” Gabe asked, furrowing his brows pausing in throwing the ball back the short distance.
“You know what,” Cyrus replied.
Gabe blinked and looked at the ground for a moment before tossing the ball to Cyrus.
“I-I don’t know why,” he told him.
Cyrus shook his head. “Just felt like it?” he asked. “I guess it’s…not that much of a surprise.”
He couldn’t blame Gabe. They’d both been drunk and tense. At least for Cyrus, it wasn’t that uncommon to end up making out with someone because of tension and alcohol combined. It had been a while, though, and he…hadn’t expected it from Gabe.
“You didn’t stop me,” Gabe noted.
Cyrus felt his ears warm, and he cleared his throat as he tossed the ball. “No, I didn’t.”
“So, you’re…gay?” Gabe asked.
“Bi,” Cyrus replied bluntly.
Gabe chewed at his bottom lip for a moment as he tossed the ball again after catching it.
“That makes sense. I guess,” Gabe mumbled.
Cyrus cocked a brow. “Okay… Uh, so,” he sighed. “Look, I’m not gonna stop giving you a hard time until you show me you can be a good thing for this pack. More than just making friends with everybody.”
Gabe’s Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow.
“Alright,” he replied, “I guess I can accept that.”