I
It had been growing in his belly for weeks now; the primitive urge to mate. Monroe had never explained the male wolves time of the year to Nick, and as the calendar passed further through March the beast within clawed to be released.
He had been fighting it back, keeping it repressed with as many minutes he could muster in the shower without Nick knowing what he was up to; going solo had usually got him through the rough patch, but now that he had Nick he felt the need to claim him.
Monroe could smell Nick before he heard him; his scent weighed heavily of mint and talc powder. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on marking his territory, moving up and down the fence that he had been spraying religiously since the beginning of March.
"When you're ready, the toasts burned and the eggs are over done," Nick called out the kitchen window. Shit. He'd forgotten about breakfast.
"Sorry," he muttered, sitting down without meeting Nick's gaze.
"Ketchup?" Nick asked.
Monroe shook his head. "No."
Silence pursued; it had become awkward very quickly since the beginning of March, with Monroe finding it increasingly more difficult to be within close proximity of his partner. As they silently ate, he fought with his nose to stop smelling the mint and to stop inhaling the soft scent of talc. Behind the manufactured smells, he could sense growing frustration.
Monroe didn't get satisfaction from keeping Nick in the dark, it was torture denying him physical contact in bed; he hated to break their kisses short, their eye contact diminished and he can't remember the last time he'd let Nick fall asleep in his arms.
"I'm heading to work early," Nick announced, clearing his plate. "Will I bring home dinner?"
"Sure."
"What would you like?"
"Anything's fine."
Monroe didn't need to look up to know Nick's expression because he could smell the hurt. He preoccupied himself with scraping a particularly hard piece of egg to the side of his plate, while he counted the seconds to Nick's departure; he will put on his coat, grab his keys and go.
The sound of Nick's feet thumping back into the kitchen made him close his eyes and take a deep breath.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" Nick snapped, banging a hand either side of the table across from Monroe and leaning close.
Monroe's loins twitched; he could feel a tightening in his jeans as his cock grew. The grip on his fork tightened and he shook his head. "No" was the reply.
"What do you mean 'no'? You've been acting shady all month and haven't even looked at me this morning."
Monroe shrugged. "I didn't notice."
Nick scoffed. "You're being ridiculous! Monroe, if there's something going on or you're having second thoughts about ... about us, then you need to fucking tell me, man. I'm not fucking around this house talking to the walls anymore because you won't talk to me. And while I mention 'fuck', I can't remember the last time we did!"
"WOULD YOU GO TO WORK ALREADY!" Monroe snapped, pushing himself up to match Nick's stance, though he easily towered above him. He knew that his eyes gleamed red, fierce and hot and he could feel the prickling behind his skin as his body tried to Woge.
It didn't take Nick long to retreat, his face crumpling with a mixture of shock, fear and hurt as he backed out the door. Shit. What have you done? He eased himself back into the chair, kneading the palms of his hand's against his forehead and fighting back the slight pleasure he got from asserting his dominance.
Things were easier when he was single; he could abuse himself for as long as he needed in the shower, letting his mind roam anywhere it needed to go and not having to fear Woging in front of anyone. Now that he thought about it, things were easier before he'd reformed; he had Angelina and an endless amount of wooded area to run and play catch.
Now all he could do was roll away from Nick every time he got an erection, or say he was tired or didn't feel well if Nick made an advance. He sighed with frustration, and pulling his shirt over his head, made for the shower where Nick's scent lingered heavily in the air.
Taking a shot at writing some sexually explicit Nickroe. Happy writing y'all!