Page 35 of Wild Omega

Blaine quickly sat down in the chair, resisting the urge to rub his arms.

“You’re going to need warmer clothes than that,” Wayden said from above him. Blaine looked up to find Wayden pointing at his arms. “It’s going to get colder the further we go.”

Blaine stared at his arms and nodded, even though it wasn’t the cold that was causing the goosebumps. It was Wayden.

“I’ve programmed our destination into the navigation system. It should be easy to follow the directions. I would leave it on auto-drift, but we are further south and the airways in these parts are not regularly maintained.”

“I understand. You can go rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

Wayden gave him a long look before he turned and walked away.

I know what I’m doing, Blaine wanted to shout at him. But he bit the inside of his mouth to keep silent.

“Fucking hell, Blaine! You could have made the bed,” Wayden growled. Blaine grimaced. He would have, but he’d startedthinking of sharing the bed with Professor Douche and… making the bed was the last thing on his mind.

Fuck. He was in trouble.

Blaine heard Wayden move around the room for a bit and then settle. Blaine wondered if Wayden could smell his scent on the sheets too, like he’d smelled him.

Don’t think about that, Blaine told himself as he pulled out his connector with his free hand and pressed Holi’s code. He needed a fucking distraction. He placed the connector on the dashboard and waited for it to connect.

“You jinxed me!” Blaine shouted as soon as Holi completed the connection.

Laughter filled the shuttle, echoing around him. “You couldn’t last a few days without whining?”

“Shit. Not so loud.” Blaine looked over his shoulder at Wayden’s room at the end of the hallway. “Wayden is sleeping.”

“Wayden?”

“Professor Douche Mephis. You know who I mean.”

“Are you on a first name basis now? That was quick,” Holi said. Blaine heard the mischievous tone in his voice and grimaced. How the fuck had he let that slip? Blaine opened his mouth to take it back, but Holi beat him to it.

“Does that mean that you two are…?”

“No!” Blaine shouted, then winced as his voice echoed in the small space. He looked over his shoulder at the door again. Professor Douche was going to kill him if he woke him up. “No. I would never fuck him.”

“That’s not what I was going to ask.”

What? That wasn’t… shit.

“This means you want to fuck him.”

“No. I don’t.”

“You’re thinking about it, at least,” Holi said. “You wouldn’t have said it if you weren’t thinking about it and you’re not sure you should do it. Want to talk about it?”

“No,” Blaine snapped. He didn’t want to fuck Professor Douche. That was weird.

“What are you afraid of, Blaine?”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” Blaine said, his fingers tightening around the controller. “I… just don’t like him like that. He’s not my type, remember?”

Holi went silent for a few seconds. Blaine’s eyes dropped on the connector. “Holi, are you still there?”

“Yes. I’m just wondering how much bullshit you’re going to hide behind before you admit to yourself that you like Professor Mephis. You liked him from the second you laid eyes on him. Knowing you, it might take ten years.”

“Fuck you,” Blaine said.

---