I came into history. He, Mello was carefully writing. I took a seat next to him because I was drawn to him. "you are my locker mate." he said without looking from his writing. His voice was silky but edgy with danger and my pants started to feel a tad tight again.I wondered how he could tell. Perhaps he just had great memory. That still didn't describe how he could identify me without looking. Perhaps his species like mine had a strong sense of smell. I mean I'd identify his scent anywhere chocolate breath, along with the smell or sex and strangely his hair smelled like cinnamon and ginger. He also smelled of something tantalizing my human brain could not figure it out.
My scent would be of wolf, metal,plastic and my honey scented shampoo. My wolf scent would make me a single identifiable scent because no wolf carries the same scent. Mine smelled like firecrackers no joke. I smell like a fire cracker when you light the fuse. My mom joked I should never go wolf on the forth of July because they would never be able to find my scent. I mean that could only be annoying.
Mom smelled of dare I say it, Tiger Lilies. Yes we lost mom when she ran into a garden of Tiger Lilies. My dad never let it live down. She then would give him Tiger Lilies when ever he had to leave for long periods as a way to remember her. She did the same when I was going on a field trip in kindergarten. My dad smelled of a coal fire. I remember thinking 'What the fuck?!' when I first smelled his wolf scent.
"my- my name is Matt" I said slightly stuttering I was nervous my legs were shaking and my mouth was dry. He turned to me flashing an award winning smile as if I didn't have a hard on from before when I first saw him. My mouth went dry. "tell me did you like what you saw?" He glanced down and smirked. "on second thought don't tell me I already know" I could not stop my cheeks from blushing as red as my hair. I was blushing for two reasons. I was embarrassed for one but also aroused. The arousal was the second reason. Who ever said you only have blood enough for one organ does not know me at all. I could think and be aroused to the point of annoyance.
The teacher went on about the lecture. Mello wrote notes. I took notes following his lead. The lesson was starting with famous monsters who changed history. Did you know Hitler was actually a demon in literal terms? Until I copied Mell's notes and followed the teacher's lesson I sure as hell didn't. No pun intended. I only copied from Mello what I didn't know how to spell. Shoot me. I may know the word's definition,context and such but, I suck at spelling them out.
My English teachers were notorious for criticizing my spelling. Mom didn't mind my spelling issue saying it's because I had multiple languages I spoke so spelling could be fluid. My dad said as long as I had good basic spelling, I was good to go and spell check would fix the rest of the issues. I asked Mello if he minded me copying the spelling as long as I did not copy the notes because I could make my own. He nodded.
I smiled and said "you know I sat in your seat at first in math" He laughed saying that he didn't mind and that he now understood why his scent was on incubi have a good sense of smell or was something I smelled was actually his? Then I wondered how much of my cum could be on him. As if reading my mind he said oh "no pup I don't do bottom." I was shocked was my disheveled appearance the clue that he knew what I was. He laughed and continued taking notes. We took notes till the bell rang. We then left for psychology after that. He strode to the next class like a model would.
