He’s in my bedroom! Mine! Clyde’s heart was going to just burst from a mix of lust and excitement, and that would suck because Raider’s sleeping in my room!
Clyde hadn’t missed the knowing look his mom had given him when his dad had said Raider could bunk with him.
It was embarrassing, really. His parents were trying to get him laid. Later on in his life, Clyde would probably cringe at that memory, but he’d never regret any time spent with Raider.
His crush on Raider was likely growing out of hand. If he wasn’t careful, Clyde would soon be at risk of losing his heart. Maybe. It’s not as if I know what it means or feels like to love a guy romantically.
He’d seen the love, true, deep, enduring love, that his parents shared. Clyde wanted to have what they had, some day. He’d dreamed of it, in fact. What he’d never expected was to have the chance of that kind of love happening to him at such a young age.
The deeper his thoughts got on the subject, the more Clyde lost track of the goings-on around him. He sat on the window seat of the kitchen alcove—one of the few areas where his brothers and sisters couldn’t plop down to join him. They could stand and irk Clyde if they weren’t so lazy. He knew when to count his blessings, and lazy sibs could sometimes be amongst them.
Not having much experience in the sex department, Clyde was trying to figure out if he’d regret his lack of playing time were he and Raider to become a settled pair, mates, lovers, committed spouses.
The realization of the absurdity of his thoughts hit him like a snowball to the head. Clyde flushed hot then cold, blinking rapidly.
The fine hairs on his nape stood up. He knew then that he wasn’t alone. So much for Murphy leaving me alone. Murphy always gave him shit the most.
“Murph—“ Clyde began, turning his head, only to shut up when he saw that it was Raider standing not six feet away from him. Raider’s cheeks had twin dots of red on them, signs of his embarrassment or discomfort. It wasn’t from the heat; the AC in the house was on ‘freeze off your sexual organs’.
“Just me,” Raider said, taking a tentative step forward. “I—Am I bothering you?”
Clyde just about broke his neck shaking his head. “No! No, I was just… “ He chuckled. “Hiding from my brothers and sisters. They’ve been giving me crap about you being in my room.”
Raider cleared his throat, then took another step. “Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Clyde’s dick began to grow hard and he gestured Raider closer. “Come on, have a seat.”
Raider walked over then set beside Clyde, but didn’t look at him. Instead, Raider fidgeted with his fingers, steepling them, folding them, curling his hands into fists.
“You’re making me hella nervous,” Clyde admitted, his throat dry. “Do you… you don’t have to stay in my room.”
Raider did look at him then. “I don’t want to be in your way. I know you said, back at my place, you were, after we—I mean.” He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Ugh! I just feel like this is moving really fast from us getting off to me living with you, even if it’s temporary.”
Clyde bit his lip. What should he say to that? He didn’t know! He wanted Raider there, and maybe it was because he was young and inexperienced, but he thought he kinda loved Raider already.
“I’m going to tell Chellie we’re leaving. We’ll—“
“No,” Clyde rasped, reaching for Raider before he even knew he was doing it. He wrapped his hands around Raider’s. “Please don’t. I want—“ Everything. You. Me. A future. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to. I won’t touch you or pressure you. Just… just don’t leave.”
Raider turned his hands over under Clyde’s, and after a moment, he was holding Clyde’s hands.
And he raised his gaze to Clyde’s. “This is crazy, but I feel—so much, here.” He brought their joined hands to his chest. “That’s not normal.”
Clyde couldn’t help it. He was filled with joy and hope and he knew he was smiling like a lunatic. “That’s okay, Raider. I’m not normal, either.”
“Clyde!” Gladys’ voice held that, I’m going to yank your ears off, tone.
Raider jumped as much as Clyde did, and Raider tried to pull his hands back, but Clyde held them, held onto this moment and his hope. He knew his mom had thought he was going to spill the beans on being a shifter, but that hadn’t been what Clyde had meant.
“Chill, Mom,” Clyde said, still focusing on Raider. “I want to have a relationship with Raider. He ought to know I’m a goofball before he agrees to give us a shot.”
“Oh. Oh, okay.” Gladys huffed, then she strode over to them and cupped Raider’s chin, making him look at her. “My boy is an oddball, but normal is boring as fuck, Raider. You won’t find a better heart than the one Clyde can offer you.”
Then she startled Raider, who gasped when she kissed him on the brow before leaving them alone again.