Whatever You Want

The swimming hole is empty when David and I arrive, picnic basket in hand. I am pleasantly surprised when, after setting up a blanket to lay out on, David pulls a collection of dried meats, carpaccio, deviled eggs, and various cheeses from the basket. He smiles at me sheepishly.

"I tried to pack things I thought you'd like," he says softly.

My heart swells a little, glowing brightly in my chest. "Thanks, love. It's perfect." I kiss his cheek lightly and he beams in pride.

I pick at the food, basking in the warm summer afternoon weather while David tells me about his day at school.

He tells me about a new human teacher that was giving some witches a hard time about their tattoos in English, saying they needed to cover them in order to follow school dress code. I smile when he tells me how he defended them and told the teacher they had special permissions from the school to display them.

He tells me about how some of the warlocks on the football team have been giving him weird looks, but they seemed to mellow out after the sixteenth shotgun snap drill.

He tells me about the freshmen who tried out for the team yesterday, including Oscar's little brother who shows a lot of promise. We talk about the new members of the human team that Coach wants David to help train.

"I've only ever trained wolves before. What if they can't handle my leadership style, Cammy? I hear human teenagers can be very obstinate. No respect for authority," he worries.

I'm leaning into his chest comfortably, enjoying the familiarity of his soft touch. "I'm sure they all look up to you," I comfort. "I mean the warlocks on the team respect you as their captain, right?"

"I guess that's true. But they are like us: used to working on a team. Some of these human freshmen have never even been on a team before. How am I supposed to teach them to work together?"

I smile at how sweet David is to worry about a bunch of human teenagers who aren't even his responsibility. Even when we were young, David was a natural leader. Not just because his presence demanded attention, but also because he really cared about people. Sometimes he coddled people close to him a little too much, but that was just how he showed he cared.

"You will figure it out." I kiss his forehead. "Just keep being the attentive," I kiss his right cheek. "Sweet," A kiss to his left cheek. "Caring man you are," A peck on his lips. "And I'm sure they will learn by your example in no time."

He smiles, pulling me into his lap and kissing me full on the lips. He deepens the kiss, tugging me closer to him. "Thank you, my love," He whispers against my mouth. "You make me stronger." Then he's back on mine, hard and needy. I feel a tentative tongue brush against my lower lip and I open my mouth to allow him entry, surrendering control.

He growls in satisfaction as his tongue explores my mouth, rubbing against my soft palate with vigor. It isn't long before he flips us over, lying me down gently on my back. He presses his body flush against me, pushing me into the soft grass.

I smell his desire growing before I feel it, but when his hips roll into mine, my hands fly up to his chest, lightly pushing him away. "Dav— David. W—Wait," I stammer as I break our heated kiss.

Reluctantly, David pulls away from me, sitting up. He studies his hands for a moment, brow furrowed. I feel uncomfortable knowing I've disappointed him.

I am about to mumble an apology when he asks unexpectedly, "You want to swim with me?"

"Uh… sure."

When we're stripped down to our briefs, David stares at me hungerly. I roll my eyes, shoving him playfully. "Stop gawking," I say, before running towards the water and splashing in with my best cannonball.

David growls when the wave hits him even from the bank, and he dives in after me. "Come here you little minx." He lunges for me and I swim away, laughing.

We play in the water for a while, splashing each other while I try to avoid getting caught by the bigger boy. Eventually he catches me and pulls me close to his chest.

"You've been a very naughty boy, little omega." He growls in my ear. I laugh nervously as I try to get above him, planning to push him under the water. When my arms begin to push his shoulders downward, he grabs them and pins them to my side, locking me in his embrace. "Someone needs to be punished," he whispers seductively. Then his lips are back on mine.

With one arm keeping me in place, his other explores my bear chest. His fingers brush against my nipples, playing lightly with them. I feel nothing. He trails kissing down my jaw and to my neck, sucking and nipping along the way. I feel nothing. "You are so beautiful, so perfect," he murmurs. I feel nothing.

He scents me, pushing his nose into my throat to inhale my weak pheromones only noticeable right at the base of my neck. I suppress the urge to pull away, instead letting him suck lightly on that spot, directly where his mark will be placed on Saturday. He presses his groin into mine, his erection separated from me by only a thin piece of fabric. My thoughts drift. I allow myself to disassociate for a moment as I imagine someone else pressing against me, someone with long black hair.

I slip my arms out of David's weakening grasp and pull his face up to mine. I kiss him hard and fast, taking control. David moans in approval as I grind against him, the water sloshing around us as we find a good rhythm. I relish in the friction our bodies are creating. My hands wander from the back of his neck downward until I reach the hem of his boxer briefs.

"You are so good. You feel so good," David groans.

"Shut up," I growl against his mouth, before trailing down his neck. I ignore the wrongness I feel as my kisses trail over his thick traps muscle and proceed to suck on the tender point just behind his ear. My hands dip into his underwear. He gasps when I grab his ass and begin kneading it greedily.

David chuckles. "So feisty, little omega." I ignore him as I suck his neck hard enough to bruise. His breathing becomes fast as we continue to push into each other. "Please, babe—" he huffs. "Please, I—" He shutters, and I know he is getting close, the scent of his pheromones almost dizzyingly strong now. "I— I need you, Cammy."

Ice runs through my veins. I push him back with a wet slosh. "Wha—?" His eyes open blurrily as he tries to process the sudden shift in my mood.

"Sorry," I mumble, covering myself as best I can with my arms.

"No, uh," David gulps. "It's ok. We don't have to… I didn't mean for us to… Look, Cammy, I know you want to wait until Sunday. I would never disrespect your wishes like that, but, um, maybe we could do other things?" He looks at me with eyes full of hope.

"I don't think I'm comfortable with that either," I whisper, ashamed.

"Oh." David looks like a kicked puppy, eyes full of hurt.

"Sorry." I bite my lip, not wanting to look at him right now.

"It's ok, babe. We'll do whatever you want."

"Thanks, David." I smile weakly at him. I turn away from him as I pull myself out of the water. We pack up the remains of our dinner in silence. The walk home is awkward and I don't give David a goodnight kiss when he drops me off.