“You better get downstairs before Donald comes up here,” Scott said against his lips.
“You expect me to leave when you kiss me like that? You don’t play fair, my vampire.”
“I never do, kitty. Now go. I’ll be here waiting for you.”
Quintus nodded and then kissed him again before getting out of bed. “See you in a bit.”
He giggled as he watched Scott snuggle comfortably in bed, going back to sleep. He went to the bathroom and took care of his needs, then grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his dresser drawer and went downstairs to make his shake.
“Running a bit late this morning, aren’t you, sleeping beauty?” Donald was sitting at the table drinking his coffee when he walked into the kitchen.
“The one morning I oversleep, and you complain.”
“So, who is he?”
“Who is who?” Quintus asked.
“The dude you slept with last night,” Donald said with a smirk on his face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Quintus told him, as he finished mixing his shake before drinking it down.
“Sure, don't tell me anything.” Donald snorted.
Quintus wasn’t going to say anything to his friend, since he and Scott agreed to not tell anyone they were seeing each other until they were able to define their relationship. They hadn’t said the word mates yet, and they’d only had one night together.
There was so much he wanted to know about the man and so much he wanted to share. Quintus had never been in a serious relationship—he’d focused on school, work, and his family’s needs, always putting himself last on the list.
Quintus had crushes and went out on dates, but never found anyone worthy of giving himself entirely to, even for one night. Even knowing he wanted Scott and could see them making a life together, he knew nothing about the world of BDSM. He’d heard things, but never took the time to research.
What if I’m not into it?That thought bothered him.What if I’m wrong, and I’m letting lust overtake me? This is so fucking complicated. The fates wouldn’t match me with someone who wasn’t the man for me, right? And what about cubs? I want a lot of cubs, but what if Scott doesn’t want any at all? Oh gods, this might not work out after all.
“Whoa, what’s with that face?” Donald asked.
“Nothing, I’m just overthinking things. Maybe.”
Quintus looked at Donald, who could probably answer all his questions about BDSM. But for some reason, he felt like the wrong person to ask. Grayson’s words came back to him.
I think he was only playing the role of a dominant.
“If you tell me who it is, I might be able to help you work things out,” Donald offered.
“I’m not telling you anything, so no more questions.” He set his empty cup in the sink. “Come on, let’s go for our run.”
“So, lover boy wants to be your dirty little secret? Or is it you who wants him to be your secret?”
Donald wiggled his eyebrows causing Quintus to chuckle and shake his head.
“Will you stop making me sound like a broken record? I’m not going to tell you.” He walked to the back door and opened it. “Oh, by the way. Do you mind having breakfast at my mom’s this morning?”
“So not only is he still here, but you’re kicking me to the curb. You must really like him,” Donald said teasingly. Quintus nodded, hoping to hide his blush. “You’re lucky your mom is a wonderful cook, and she makes the best omelets known to man. But give me a hint who is it.”
“No,” Quintus said.
“Why not?” Donald whined.
“Because it’s not at the ‘let’s tell family and friends stage’ yet,” Quintus answered,
Donald sighed. “Fine. I’ll respect your privacy until you’re ready to tell me who it is. But if this guy hurts you, I’m going to kick his ass.”
