Page 19 of A Beary Nice View
“You mentioned Bo calling me your boyfriend.” Dell groans and covers his face with his hands. “Don’t be like that,” I say with a chuckle. “I was just wondering what your thoughts about that are?”
“What? You mean if I want you to be my boyfriend? I wouldn’t keep coming over here and giving you kisses if I didn’t.”
“Oh,” I breathe out, my heart skipping a beat. “That’s umm, that’s good. Because I feel the same way.”
“Good,” Dell says right away with a grin. He makes a little sandwich with crackers and cheese, leaning across the table and offering me the bite. I take it gratefully, making sure my lips caress his fingers.
Dell sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling, an adorable blush rising up on his cheeks. Gods, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how fucking beautiful this man is when he blushes.
“How are auditions going?”
Dell sinks back in his seat, letting out a long sigh. “They’ve been fine. I guess? I’ve submitted so many but haven’t heard back yet.”
“That’s okay, Dell. It’s only been a few days. They have to take their time listening to everyone’s auditions before they contact who they want.”
“You’re right,” Dell says softly. “I just keep worrying the quality of my auditions are shit because I’m in my closet. I could be missing my chance because I don’t have the money to properly soundproof a room and stuff, you know?”
Now it’s my turn to look sheepish and nervous. I guess I couldn’t have asked for a better opening.
“So, about that,” I say, letting my voice drop off.
Dell stares at me, blinking slowly. Then his eyes narrow. “What did you do?”
“Nothing major,” I quickly say, holding up my hands. “Okay, slightly major. Kinda. Oh gods, maybe it would be best if I just showed you.”
“Showed mewhat, Alaric? You’re acting like you’ve just kidnapped the Pope or something!”
We both laugh as I stand up from the table, holding my hand out for Dell. He stands up and takes it, threading our fingers together. I give him a little squeeze as I lead him into the house through the back door.
“I’m a bit worried that I’ve overstepped with this,” I explain softly, bringing Dell into my house and pulling him towards what used to be a simple closet. It’s right off the living room, next to the bathroom. I researched how best to make a recording area, how to soundproof it, what materials worked best. Contract work is my bread and butter, so part of me really wanted to show off for Dell. The bigger part just wanting him to have a good space to record in.
“Show me,” Dell says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I open the closet and show Dell the inside. He pushes in right away, looking all around. He brushes a hand against one of the walls, feeling the soundproofing material. There’s a smallattachment on the wall where he can either put his papers or hold up a tablet or his phone, making it easier for him to read from while he’s recording. There’s also enough room for a chair or a small table if that’s easier for him.
The room might be my specialty but the actual recording equipment that comes with that will have to be picked out by Dell.
Dell takes his time taking it all in. Finally, he turns towards me.
“Alaric.”
Internally, I wince. Have I completely fucked up? Is this what pushes him away? Have I become too much for him too quickly?
“It’s okay if this is too much,” I start to say but Dell cuts me off.
“Daddy, this is perfect. I think you need to get your clothes off right fucking now.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he says with a smirk, pulling his shirt over his head. “Get naked so you can fuck me in my new recording studio. I can think of no better way to properly break it in.”
I blink. Then again. It takes a long time for my brain to get back with the program, surprised that not only is Dell not pushing me away but he is actively getting naked.
Okay. Fuck. Time to get back in control of the situation. So much for taking things slow.
We race to get our clothes off and within only a few moments, we’re both gloriously naked together. Dell is already hard and my mouth waters. The smell of his honeyed arousal makes me weak in the knees. My inner bear is going absolutely wild with how much he wants to fuck and knot the gorgeous omega in front of us and from the look in Dell’s eyes, I would say he’s right there with my bear. They both need the same thing and who am I to deny them.
“Come here,” I murmur, holding my arms out for Dell. He steps into my embrace, tilting his head up for me. I take the invitation, kissing him deeply. My tongue pushes past his lips, tangling with his. The taste of him leaves my head spinning. I have tasted nothing better in my entire life and I know that this is only the appetizer. I cannot wait to taste all of him, to run my mouth over all his skin and finish by tasting his slick right from the source.
