Shit.
“That sounded weird, right?” he asked with a slight laugh. He pushed off him, even though he didn’t want to, and sat up. “Seems I’m acting weird tonight.”
Hym got off the bed and walked to the washroom.
Jamue tried not to stare at his cock but failed. His hole clenched.
Fuck. He must be going crazy. He came a few seconds ago, but he wanted more…
Okay, time to return to his room before he pushed himself too far.
He slowly got off the bed, cringing at the wet feeling in his pants.
“Where are you going?” Hym asked from the washroom door, a wet cloth in his hand.
“I was…” he pointed to the door.
“Stay,” Hym commanded. He walked to the bed and handed him the cloth. “Clean yourself up while I get you something to wear. He handed him the cloth and turned to his clothing cubicle. He pulled out a sleeping shirt and walked back. “Put this on.”
Jamue hesitated.
“Don’t be shy. I think you and I are past that,” Hym said, lying on the bed. Jamue quickly took off his sleeping clothes and put on Hym’s shirt. The shirt came to his mid-thigh and smelled of him. He internally smiled, liking how his scent surrounded him. “Are you going to stand there all night?” he asked, a smile pulling at his lips.
Jamue shook his head and climbed onto the bed.
“I feel the same way,” he told him after an awkward silence.
“About what?”
“Us.”
Jamue swallowed.
“I’m drawn to you too. I want to bathe in your scent too. Kiss you all over. I want to fuck you until all you feel is me. Don’t be embarrassed about how you feel because I want the same thing. I love it when you are all over me,” he said, lifting his hand.
He moved his fingers in the air a few inches from his face - as though he traced something along his face.
“You’re so much like him,” he said softly.
But Jamue heard him.
“Who?”
Hym dropped his hand. “It’s nothing.”
Was it? He looked so sad.
Jamue turned over and stared at the ceiling, not wanting to see the sad look in his eyes.
Maybe he shouldn’t have allowed his desire to rule his body. He'd practically molested him, even though he said he wanted it too. The truth was Hym couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t touch him or take what he needed from him.
He blinked as tears filled his eyes.
Jamue opened his mouth to apologize but was surprised by what came out: “I don’t know why the thought of an alpha touching me always made me sick. My stomach would tighten, then the worst nausea would hit, and I'd only feel better after I’ve vomited my guts out. My first heat was the worst. Everything felt off. I kept yearning for something I didn’t know. I couldn’t even cum. After hours of suffering, my brother gave me a sedative. Tonight, was the first time since my first heat that I didn’t yearn for anything. You’re somehow healing me. Though, I might end up hurting you. You can’t be with an omega you can’t fuck. Maybe if…” Jamue bit into his bottom lip. He couldn’t believe he was suggesting this. His stomach tightened at the thought. “Why don’t you find a heat partner?"
Silence met his question.
Jamue turned and stared at him.