01-15-2017, 02:34 PM
Nah, I just want them ready for the army jackass. Huffed Gerard, grateful for Larry's inocence towards the situation and the running training comment. He quickly started to appreciate that quality on the young man. That sense of humor, oblivious to the alpha's racing heart and animal instinct.
Just think about it. Something in the bad-ass omega awakens his inner wolf. The soft scent, the looks, his smile when he took care of that child and hey, take a few steps back. The only fact that he's calling the guy bad ass. Vicky is his cool, old friend; Anthony is the nice new guy of his small "pack". Yet, the brown-eyed, who haven't seen him wolfed-out, who doesn't smell his real musk, who doesn't feel his need to protect, gets to be called bad-ass. In his mind at least.
Then he blushes at the other comment. Before apologizing, he answers the omega's question. Well, apart of the foul smell and me getting sick? He pauses, looking at his friend with a million-volt smile. Some sick shots and a great afternoon. Sorry for costing us time. A hand finds his neck, ashamed you could say.
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Days pass, approaching the weekend. Gerard is working with some guys on some coding, preparing the interface for the game. There he meets Anthony again, heading to the food area.
-Hi alpha. Everything good today?- asks the young beta.
-All good bud. What about you? Still wanting to run?-
-With you and Vicky? Of course!!-
They fall in a warm hug, alpha nuzzling his beta friend, until the smaller male notices something.
-You smell... off. Sure you are ok?-
-Yeah. Just. My nose giving me false signals once in a while. -
His brain wants that to be truth. His wolf doesn't, because the scent he feels during these days is very clear. Mate.
Just think about it. Something in the bad-ass omega awakens his inner wolf. The soft scent, the looks, his smile when he took care of that child and hey, take a few steps back. The only fact that he's calling the guy bad ass. Vicky is his cool, old friend; Anthony is the nice new guy of his small "pack". Yet, the brown-eyed, who haven't seen him wolfed-out, who doesn't smell his real musk, who doesn't feel his need to protect, gets to be called bad-ass. In his mind at least.
Then he blushes at the other comment. Before apologizing, he answers the omega's question. Well, apart of the foul smell and me getting sick? He pauses, looking at his friend with a million-volt smile. Some sick shots and a great afternoon. Sorry for costing us time. A hand finds his neck, ashamed you could say.
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Days pass, approaching the weekend. Gerard is working with some guys on some coding, preparing the interface for the game. There he meets Anthony again, heading to the food area.
-Hi alpha. Everything good today?- asks the young beta.
-All good bud. What about you? Still wanting to run?-
-With you and Vicky? Of course!!-
They fall in a warm hug, alpha nuzzling his beta friend, until the smaller male notices something.
-You smell... off. Sure you are ok?-
-Yeah. Just. My nose giving me false signals once in a while. -
His brain wants that to be truth. His wolf doesn't, because the scent he feels during these days is very clear. Mate.