Page 20 of Star-crossed Betas
Me:It’s really not a big deal, still on for Sunday night?
Fee:Shit, it’s your birthday or something, isn’t it?
Me:It’s Niamh’s birthday.
Fee:You’re twins knobhead -_-
Me:Can’t believe you called me a knobhead on my birthday :o
Fee:2am, barn?
Fee:PS Happy Birthday… to your sister ;)
Fee:Just kidding. Don’t be mad. See you tonight then?
Me:You sure you can get away?
Fee:I’ll make it work babe, see you later birthday boy xx
Iarrive at the barn at ten minutes to two. A few weeks ago, I stashed a bag here with some warm clothes and blankets because even with wolf heat, it’s pretty fucking cold. On my run here, the ground had already frosted over, crunching beneath my paws.
As is routine now, I spread the blankets over the hay on the ground and wait for Fee to get here. I’m scrolling through myphone when Fee’s big chestnut head pokes through the door. I chuck some joggers and a hoodie at him, and he shifts back in time to catch them in his hands.
“In lieu of an actual birthday present, becausesomeonedidn’t tell me the date, my presence will have to do as a temporary gift,” Fee announces.
“What if we make it my only gift? I don’t need anythin’.”
“Oh, okay, in that case, I’ll save the birthday blow job for next year,” he says, looking smug.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I wouldn’t want to, you know, take away your opportunity to suck my dick when you’ve clearly put a lot of thought into it,” I say, unsuccessfully holding back a big grin.
“Always ready to fall on your sword, aren’t you, babe?” He winks at me.
“More like always ready to fall on your sword.” Blanketing me with his big body, we both crack up. The sound of his rumbling laughter, bursting freely from his chest, makes my stomach do somersaults.
Shuffling out from underneath Fee’s deadweight, I sit with my back to the wall. Fee eventually arranges himself, so he’s straddling my thighs, and we’re face to face.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he says before licking up the side of my face.
“Ugh, gross.” I wipe his saliva off my cheek with my sleeve. “You clearly need to keep your mouth occupied.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively. He seems to contemplate it, looking down at my crotch before responding.
“I was thinking...” he says.
“Don’t strain yourself.” My response earns me alord give me strengthlook.
“As I was saying, I was thinking since it’s your birthday, I could try and bottom for you?” He speaks quickly, obviously nervousabout the idea. Digging my fingertips into the peachy flesh of his bum, I pull him closer towards me so our lips are almost brushing.
“As much as I think the idea of bein’ inside you is very fuckin’ hot, I don’t think you really want that, do you?” I ask gently. A dark blush spreads over his cheekbones.
“Maybe. How can I know for sure when I haven’t tried it yet?”
“Fee, I once stuck a finger in there mid-blowjob, and you said it felt like you needed a shit. It clearly didn’t do it for you, and my dick is quite a progression from my index finger,” I reply, chuckling at his determined expression. “I love you, I love that you wanna do this for me, but I don’t want you to do somethin’ you don’t really wanna do. Especially not as some gesture for my birthday. If you couldn’t tell by the copious orgasms, I am a very big fan of you fuckin’ me.” I plant a soft kiss on his lips, and he lets out a little huff.
“I know, I just worry sometimes.” He looks down as though he’s embarrassed, and my heart rate picks up. I didn’t realise there was something to be worried about. Frankly, out of the two of us, I generally assumed I’d be the one doing the majority of the worrying.
“What's on your mind?” The few seconds it takes for him to reply feels like the longest pause in the history of pauses.
“It probably sounds stupid. I just don't want you to wake up one day and realise being with me isn't worth all the hassle.” I open my mouth to tell him that's not even a possibility, but he holds up his hand and continues. “What if you meet someone vers so you don't always have to bottom, and they're not related to enemy number one, so you can be with them out in the open?” He looks at me with those big, soft brown eyes that I’m a total goner for. I take a moment to gather my thoughts and work out exactly what I want to say.
