A Moment to Themselves
A Second Pack of Cameron Interlude
“You get him down okay?”
Ben sighed, an indulgent smile on his lips. “He went down pretty quickly, circled around a few times and just clucked out.”
“So he’s in wolf form?”
“You know you he hated sleeping as a human.”
“And everything else.” Shad’s eyes shined, he loved his son as much as Ben did even if the little shit--and Ben says that with love--hated sleeping in his human form which Ben would guess was more because he could get out of his cot in wolf form where he couldn’t as a baby. Plus, as a human, he was put into clothing and gods did he hate clothing (and yes I am purposely not telling you his name, you’ll have to read book 2).
“Yeah, you could sound like you don’t encourage him.”
“Like I’d do that.” Shad’s smile was so filled with emotions it made Ben’s heart melt. They’d had a few ups and down and life was quite settled yet, but things were starting to fall into place. And a lot of it could be just because Ben wasn’t pregnant anymore and he was starting to feel more himself as the days went on.
Ben looked around him like he did every time he’d settled the baby and came to a realisation that he was free for a few hours. There wasn’t anything he could be doing, it was time to settle down, unwind, and it always took him a few minutes to realise that, to take a deep breath and push being a parent away so he could be him.
“Movie?” Ben asked Shad as he turned to him, the big hunk was leaning against the balcony doors, the darkness behind him making him seem brighter.
“Nope, got something better.” Shad’s hand came out, his fingers beckoning Ben towards him as he stepped out onto their private balcony.
The space was nice, vines laced up privacy walls on either side of the space, a daybed lined the wall under the window of their bedrooms, a new addition as Ben enjoyed the quiet moments outside even when he was so big he couldn’t go outside. A small two-seater table sat in front of the lounge filled with food, BBQ if Ben were to guess from the smell, nothing big, sausages, chicken wings, and corn, a random assortment of pieces set aside for him to eat. Their son had been having difficulty staying put in his own chair long enough for Ben to fill his stomach.
“Aw, you do love me.” Ben smiled up at Shad who chuckled, bending down to kiss his lips.
“You know I do. Come on, let’s eat, I think the fireworks should be starting soon.”
“Oh, um.” Ben looked back at the room; fireworks probably weren’t going to go down well with their son.
“Don’t worry about it.” Shad kissed the side of his head, pushing him towards the chair, before he headed back into their room, picked up a thick blanket Ben hadn’t noticed sitting on the single lounge in the corner and walked towards their son’s room.
Ben smiled as he sat himself down, picked up a little plate and grabbed himself a few chicken legs. They seemed honey coated before he settled back onto the lounge to eat. Lost in good food, and nice evening outside Ben missed Shad coming back until his plate was plucked out of his hand and a kiss lingered against his lips.
“Mmm, tastes good.” Shad pulled back, and Ben was sure he was about to fill his plate, but Ben wasn’t having any of it. Ben grabbed a handful of Shad’s shirt and pulled him back down, mouth on mouth, a spark tickled his body, something he’d not felt for months.
With a tug deep inside his body, probably more towards the genital than anywhere else, Ben pulled Shad deeper into the curve of his body, twisting himself because he wanted to get as close as he can. Their lips stayed together, tongue battling, showing the need they both had for each other.
“Uh!” Ben nearly screamed as he pushed Shad off him, hating the fact that he couldn’t rub himself against his lover. Couldn’t get nearly close enough to the beautiful body. As Shad settled back against the cushions, Ben crawled up on top of him, cock pressing against cock, chest rubbed against chest, lips rubbing together. Shad’s hands wrapped around him, rubbing against his back, one cupped his arse, and the other carded through his hair.
“Oh gods,” Shad moaned, his lips training down Ben’s face and onto this neck.
Ben’s hips rocked down, the pressure to add to the friction their pants were giving them. Shad’s hips pushed up as much as he could as he laid sprawled under him.
“Wanna fuck.” Ben panted as his own fingers went into Shad’s hair and help him against his nice, his body trembling from the pleasure he was getting.
“Have to get up.” Shad gasped against his flesh.
“Fuck.” Ben hips buckled down hard. Shad laughed.
“Fuck it.” Ben pulled back his hips slightly, pushing first his own sweats down under his arse before greeting Shad’s down under his balls, his grabbed at the both, keeping them lined up and together as they rutted against each other.
“Fuck!” Shad shouted as his hips pushed up hard, bucking Ben and the first bang of fireworks filled the sky.
They made quick work of getting off before Ben settled down over Shad, panting hard, body sweaty, sticky and boneless as they watched the fireworks lit up the world around them.
Second Pack of Cameron #1
There’s something unsettling in having to tell a one-night stand that you’re pregnant with his child. When you yourself are a man, it gets…let’s call it complicated.
Ben rushed to the toilet, sliding into the bowl as he slipped on the bathmat. His fingers hurt as he smacked them into the porcelain moments before he spilled his guts out into the bowl.
His retching, the splash of liquid hitting water and the sting in his eyes were the only thing on his mind as he tried to get the poison out of him so that he could stop being sick. He really needed to stop being sick.
Please can someone make it stop.
Ben took a breath as he slowly straightened himself up. Hoping his stomach was over this burst. He grabbed at a handful of toilet paper and used it to blow his noise before he whipped his mouth and threw the clump into the bowl as he got to his feet. His head stayed on level, hanging over the bowl as he waited. A second, a minute, he didn’t want to stand, he didn’t want to be looking down at the bowl, but it was hard, these moments of calm.
Flushing, Ben stood over the sink, washed his face and mouth out before he grabbed at his toothbrush and started on his teeth. He couldn’t stand the taste, couldn’t deal with the fact that he’d spewed and even though he’d be here again, going over the same routine, like he had six times since last night. He needed to feel clean and without getting in the shower, his teeth were the next best thing.
Ben shuffled his way back into the bedroom then looked around. He didn’t feel that bad at that moment. Queasy, yeah, because of the recent spewing. But on the whole, his head wasn’t hurting, his body wasn’t aching and he didn’t have a temp. He was just vomiting, had been just vomiting for a week and a half now.
Ben did not understand why it was happening. He’d even been to the hospital about it and they sent him home after nearly a day on an IV and all tests coming back clean. He did not have food poisoning or gastro issues. He did not have fucking anything and the fact that he hadn’t spewed at the hospital itself hadn’t help, just got him home quicker.
He’d felt like a fool. Therefore, he kept it all to himself even though the sickness didn’t seem to be passing, didn’t seem to be anything even as he kept on doing it.
He drank as much as he could and he did seem to keep a lot of the water down. He even managed to eat a bit every now and then. Not as much as he’d normally consume but enough to say he’d eaten.
Smells seemed to be a big trigger. And the fact that he lived in a shitty apartment block meant there were a lot of them, at all different times. Each smell different from the next, nothing he could really track.
Breakfast was okay, toast and tea even, but any small waft of coffee and he’d be running to the toilet. The oily mechanic sweaty smell didn’t sit well with him either, which was weird, as it happened to be his favourite smell on a man.
Animal’s…he could not do them at all. Could not stand that animally smell they had, a smell he’d never really noticed until this last week. Dogs were the worst, they reeked in a way that got Ben backing away as quickly as he could. If one touched him, brushed against his hand, his body…well the last time it happened he was at his neighbour’s feet. Luckily, Daniel had been nice enough to wash away the evidence from the front steps.
Odder still was the fact that it took him four times under scolding water to wash the dog’s smell off him and he’d not been able to rest until he did. Could not sit still until it was clearly away.
A knock sounded around his apparent before Ben had made it to bed. He looked out towards the front of his apartment, even if all he saw from his position was the open bedroom door.
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