Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Millan is frustrated.

They’re cuddling, about to fall asleep. Of course, Weston’s cuddles are amazing and Millan is happy to bask in his reassuring scent.

But… Millan is turned on beyond belief.

He can’t help it. Weston’s protectiveness answers a need his wolf has had for years and Weston is sexy and charming, but gentle and caring.

A particular blend of traits that somehow awakens desires Millan didn’t know he had. And now they’re pressed up against each other and Weston’s warmth is engulfing him and he can’t think straight.

But every time things will go further than kissing, Weston pulls away and tells him they need to cool down.

Millan doesn’t want to cool down.

He can’t help but think Weston isn’t attracted to him. At least not in the way Millan is attracted to Weston.

Normally, he would have avoided the problem as long as possible, avoiding confrontation at all costs. But Millan was realizing that he has changed since his arrival in the Blayne Pack.

He has learned to trust Weston more than he trusts himself sometimes. And so he doesn’t fear confrontation with him as much and he realizes he needs answers for his own sanity.

“Weston?”

There’s a puff of air on Millan's shoulder as Weston mumbles incoherently and then silence.

Millan frowns. He needs to have that talk now or he’ll chicken out.

“Weston, are you asleep?”

“Mmm.”

Again, not the most helpful answer.

Weston shifts slightly, pressing his body closer to Millan's and not helping Millan's current problem.

“Weston, you’re awake.”

“No m’not.”

Millan can feel the smile on his shoulder and imagines the dimple that’s surely showing.

“Wake up then, I want to talk.”

“Mmpf.”

“Come on, Wes.”

The nickname slips and Weston picks up on it.

“Wes?”

Millan is glad darkness hides his blush.

“If you can call me Mill, I can call you Wes.”

“Okay.”

Millan takes a moment to smile and let the blush go away.

There’s a moment of silence where Millan forgets he was going to initiate a serious conversation.

“Wes?”

Weston laughs heartily and props his head up.

“You’re not going to let me sleep, are you?”

Millan turns on his back so that they can look at each other properly.

“No.”

“What is it?”

Millan opens his mouth only to realize that he has no idea how to approach the subject.

‘Please fuck me’ seems a bit too straight forward. The thought brings his blush back and he coughs and squirms, suddenly very uncomfortable.

Maybe he can live without answers another day. It would also be better not to be turned on while they have this conversation.

Yes. It would be better to talk about this in the morning instead.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

Millan goes to turn back into a spooning position, but Weston stops him.

“Millan! Come on, tell me.”

Millan bites his lip and avoids Weston’s piercing gaze.

“Why… whydon’tyouwannasleepwithme?”

Weston’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Huh?”

Millan gulps and takes a deep breath. He can do this.

“Why don’t you want to sleep with me?”

“I- Mill…”

Millan braves a glance at Weston’s face.

Pity. Oh no. Now Millan regrets ever bringing it up.

“That’s not it at all. I WANT to. More than you can imagine actually.”

Oh, Millan can imagine it all right.

“Then why not?”

“Honestly, I didn’t want to… overwhelm you. I mean… with what happened with your uncle… and then Dax… I thought if I… that you’d…”

Right. He’s complete over reaction with Dax. Millan almost forgot.

“That I’d freak out again?”

“No, no, Mill. Don’t put it like that. I just thought… maybe I’d trigger a bad memory? And with my wolf being so… hard to control right now…” Weston’s voice lowers an octave as he continues in a whisper, “I’m scared that if I get my hands on you… I won’t… be able to stop.”

Millan lets out a whine. He really shouldn’t have had that talk while he was turned on.

“Pretty sure I wouldn’t want you to stop.”

Weston’s groan only contributes to Millan's arousal.

“But Dax…”

“Dax is different. I don’t want that with Dax. And he…”

“He what?”

“He smells like lavender.”

“Okay… ?”

“My uncle smelled similar and I just… it.. yeah. But your smell is nothing like that. It’s amazing really. So you have nothing to fear. I know being with you would be nothing like what my uncle did to me.”

Weston swallows. “Okay.”

“And I trust you, Wes.”

Weston nods and smiles slightly. “Okay.”

If Millan had any doubts on Weston’s attraction to him before, it’s been crushed by that look on his face, by the arousal in their bond and by the tension in the air.

In that moment, it’s undeniable.

“Mill, can I kiss you?”

Millan rolls his eyes.

“Weston,” Millan sighs, “I hereby give you indefinite permission to kiss me whenever you feel like it. There. You can stop asking me now.”

“Noted.”

Weston beams contagiously.

They both bring their lips together in a hurry, lust completely taking over their bond.

Millan's wolf is quaking in apprehension and he can feel Weston’s excitement above him, he can feel the tent in his pants.

Weston can probably feel his in return. Weston’s hands roam his sides and slip under his shirt, the heat of Weston’s palms sending shivers down his spine.

Weston’s lips descend on Millan's neck as Millan tangles his fingers in Weston’s hair. When Millan feels teeth on the skin underneath his jaw, he jolts, tugging on Weston’s hair and whines.

Weston responds with a deep growl, vibrating through Millan's whole body.

“Can’t wait to mark you right here, where everybody can see.”

The possessiveness in Weston’s voice goes straight to Millan's dick.

“Weston…”

It comes out as a plea.

For what?

He isn’t sure.

All he knows is he wants more of Weston, he’s craving him, nothing is enough. Even now, as they’re pressed up against each other, impossibly close, he needs more.

“I got you, Mill.”

After ridding Millan of his shirt, Weston reconnects their lips in a passionate kiss. Millan lets his hands explore Weston- his hair, his jaw, his chest, shoulders, back, hips.

Weston lets out appreciative sounds as Millan satisfies his curiosity and groans when Millan lets his hands slip underneath Weston’s shirt.

Every touch is electrified. Every time their skin connects, a thrill runs through them both.

Through their bond, he can sense Weston’s desire, as insatiable as his, wanting more.