Dustin Henderson

 “Like seriously,” Omar replied with a smile, his lips tipping into a smirk at the end. He nodded at everything that was said and offered, but then the time for conversation was over. Dustin kissed him and he happily kissed back, until those lips traveled to his neck nd then kept moving down, down, down. Before he knew it, Dustin was on his knees.

“Fuck…” Omar whispered, reaching down to run his fingers on both hands through the other man’s hair. “You’re so hot, handsome.” His eyes raked over the other man’s face and body, biting down on his own lower lip. He couldn’t help but think about previous times he’d been tempted by Dustin, by the scent of him because of his wolf side and just simple attraction. 

The realization of what that meant arrived to Dustin in waves, though once he caught up with himself he nearly screamed. “Wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ve fully considered....You just said...So does that mean we’re...?” Dustin stuttered. 

“Then you’re not a ho, it’s as simple as that. I wouldn’t say no to being yours either, and you being mine. That is what I want. I want you.” Omar took his time with Dustin, but he didn’t handle him with kid gloves either. Being trans didn’t mean he had to be shy or ashamed, and Omar didn’t want to treat him any differently than any other guy he had slept with. He took in the praise and continued kissing Dustin, doing what he needed to in order to help the other man get his pants off. Then he undid Dustin’s, tugging him towards him with the fabric before helping him shift to get the pants off. “You can stay as long as you want, you know. I like having you around.”

“If you’re a ho, then you’re my ho, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Or maybe you’re not mine, if you don’t want to be, and that’s fine too.” Omar helped get his own shirt off, then took Dustin’s off next. His fingertips traced muscles, connecting tattoos like constellations. “Me? You. Look at you.” Leaning in, he took advantage of all of the bare skin and kissed his way along the other man’s torso. “If you stop feeling great, let me know. We’ll slow down, or stop. No big deal. Okay?”

Omar wasn’t exactly patient as Dustin ordered food, but he kept himself reigned in enough that the other man could get the order made. Then the other man was in his lap again, his hands on those hips again, and their lips dancing in a passionate kiss again. It felt comfortable, like they did this all the time, even though he was acutely aware that this was their first. When Dustin asked him those questions, he almost laughed. 

“I’m no innocent angel, love. Sex is normal. This isn’t my first time.” Besides, he’d been into Dustin for a long time. This was no different than any other time he’d had sex with a man he cared about. “Are you okay? I didn’t want to assume you wouldn’t be, I know you’re just as adult as any other guy.”

When Dustin swung his leg over him, Omar pulled the other man up onto his lap, holding the man’s hips as he got comfortable straddling him. The attention to his neck made him moan, his head tipping back as he melted into the couch. His hips bucked upwards, his fingers gripping those hips tighter. And then Dustin was ordering, and after a few seconds of recovery breathing, Omar opened his eyes and kissed his way down Dustin’s neck. His tongue licked along the curve of his jawline, and he nibbled along the skin above his collar bone, as much as he could reach around the other man’s shirt. The shirt that was or had become untucked, which he took advantage of by letting his hands slide up underneath it. Talking, the affection, and a full conversation seemed a bit much at once. They could talk more once the food was ordered. 

Closing the door behind Dustin, Omar was practically buzzing as they made their way inside and took up on the couch. They sat close enough that their legs touched and Dustin was able to kiss Omar all over. His eyes closed and he just enjoyed it, his lips parting as his breathing picked up a little bit. He laughed again at the final comment, feeling that grin against his neck. Both hands had already found Dustin’s body and held onto his shirt, fingers rubbing against the skin beneath it. “I’m easy to please too– I’m already pretty damned pleased, if you ask me. Is there a vegetarian place you like? You can order from there, surprise me.”

It had been quite a while since Omar had flirted with anyone either. He’d been in the closet for a long time, then been wrapped around the guy that had helped him come out for years, even when it was unhealthy and even when the other man left town to find himself. He’d fucked around with another guy, but it was just a distraction and a way to pass time. That had ended when he’d continued to talk about his first, making the other man stop seeing him. When the texts with his first love stopped, he took time to himself, and years had passed since all of that. 

If he was honest with himself, he’d like Dustin since very shortly after they met and he’d been thinking about this for a long time. He hadn’t thought the other man liked him like that, but after their texts today everything was out in the open. So when they stopped kissing, he was grinning, playfully teasing, “I thought we already were eating.” His eyebrows bounced and he laughed. “Come inside, we can order something and make out. I like that plan. I might have to kiss that face of yours while you order, in fact. I don’t think I can wait.”

When Dustin arrived, it felt like they’d been flirting for hours based on the tension rising. At the knock on his door, Omar was swinging the door open within seconds and he didn’t stop moving until he had an arm around Dustin’s waist, the other on his cheek, and their lips locked in a kiss. 

It had been quite a while since Dustin had flirted with anyone, but the fact was that he’d been harboring a crush on the other for some time. Once he realized that Omar was flirting...He couldn’t stop himself. Being pulled into a kiss the moment they met was exactly what he’d expected and wanted, and he kissed Omar back, wrapping his arms around the other, pressing their bodies together. After a moment, when they came up for air, he grinned, resting his forehead against Omar’s. “Hi. It is...Really good to see you. And....We should eat. But also, I really want to do more of...That. So, I suggest we order food, quickly, and then make out until the food gets here? Or, is that too forward? Tell me if that’s too forward.”

Omar: Come here. Come see me. I'll give you CPR. You can stick with wow then too.

Omar: I'm glad to hear that. I'll do my best to be as direct as possible. Like when I directly kiss you when I see you.

Omar: You're fine, you're doing well. You're cute. We'll see how long it takes me to settle things up so that I'm free this weekend and have what I need. I'd like to see you asap, so if I'm done before you are, then I'll come to you. I think I need one, it'll make it official. I'll need it to take the spot of president. Good, show me everything.

Omar: Thank you, handsome. You're gorgeous too, you know. I've thought so since we first met.

Dustin: I think my heart may have just stopped. I may need CPR after all. I've been...Thinking about kissing you fir a while. I've always thought you were incredible.

Dustin: Thank you. You know what, screw it. I'll just come to you now. Problem solved. Alright, I'll get right on that. You're officially titled. I'll put it on the badge. I- Oh, gosh. I...There are...A lot of things I could say but I'll just...Stick with wow.

Omar: You're special. I'm kind to everyone, but I'm flirting with you. Just you. You're special without that, though.

Omar: Of course. You want me? Okay, then I'll spend the night. I'd like that. I'll pack up some stuff. Do I get an ID card for this club? Is there a secret handshake? These are thins that I need to know.

Dustin: That...You know, I appreciate direct communication. Thank you. For telling me. You're special too, because I'm flirting with you too. Just you. So are you. I mean it.

Dustin: I- Oh, gosh. I'm sorry. Clearly, I don't do this often. Flirt, I mean. Or say things like...That. Anyway, yes. Awesome. Do you want to just bring it with you, or do you want me to pick you up later, when I leave here? Would you like one? I'm happy to design one. There is, I'll show you the second you get here. I promise, all shall be revealed in time.

Omar: You're unique, that makes you special. It's not a bad thing. You don't have to say anything, just keep smiling. And not just because your smile is cute, but because you deserve it.

Omar: I do think so. Get whatever you want. I don't mind, I'm nobody to judge. I'll stay the night, if you want. So we can leave early, or just to spend the night with you. Whatever you want. I really like a lot of things about you too, Dustin. You're amazing.

Dustin: It's...Incredible that you see that. You're unique too, you know. Are you this sweet to everyone, or am I special?

Omar: That's not embarrassing. It makes sense. You're a sweet guy, Dustin. Really sweet. You're the incredible one, but thank you. I'm glad you think so. It doesn't matter if anyone else has told me, you did.

Omar: That's not odd at all. I'll go with you. I can take the weekend off too. Please don't stop talking, you'd be depriving the world. And me. I like when you talk.

Dustin: I'm...Really glad you get it. Most people don't. You think? It takes one to know one. You...Wow. I- I don't even know what to say. I really...Haven't stopped smiling this whole conversation.

Omar: I have time, if you want to tell me. As long as you're okay. I won't judge you. No heart attacks, I can't see you if you're in the ER. The first time? Really? I'll say it again.

Omar: Not for you.

Dustin: It's...Kind of embarrassing but...When I was younger, like...Right after I started turning, when I was still trying to figure out how it all worked...I went after my cat. Luckily my parents were around to help, but...We were both scarred for life. After that, every time I tried to eat meat as...Well, /me/, I couldn't help but to think about how terrified my cat looked. So...Yeah. I figured out how to make it work. I'm okay, my doctor knows. My mom made me tell her. She thought I was mentally ill. So, all of that is to say, I'm being watched. But, I've been at it since I was 18. Riiiiiiight, right. Point taken. I'll live, the prognosis is good. Yes really. You...Are incredible. Has anyone told you lately?

Dustin: Fuck, you're adorable. Uhm. Well, I have kind of an odd proposition for you. If you're up for it. But you can totally tell me if you're not.

Omar: A vegetarian wolf? I'll make sure you have something to eat. You're really cute. And you're funny too. You're the snack, guapo. I can't wait to see you. I mean it.

Dustin: Yyyyeaaahhhhh...It's a long story. But, I make it work. Meaning, I eat copious amounts of meat every full moon, pay dearly for the next day, and do it all again the next month. In-between, I take iron pills. Thanks, Omar. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? You're the cute one. So are you. Oh, wow. That's the first time I've heard that. I feel the same. I mean it too.

Omar: You. You're the one. I'll head up to the school then, we can hang out. I'll see you soon. Are you hungry? I can bring lunch.

Dustin: Me? You're interested in /me/? That's great! I'll be here, I'll meet you at the front, I'll take you back to my classroom. That sounds ominous, I don't mean it to. Not if I see you soon...First. 🤦‍♂️ Please forget I said that. It's sweet of you to offer, Omar. But, I'm not sure how hungry I'll be with you here; you're a whole snack. 😉

Omar: Why be embarrassed? You're cute, own it! It might be only because you might not like it. But if you do, then it's a good thing. Maybe I like nerds. No, scratch that. I do like nerds. One in particular. Do you want some company? I'm not up to anything.