The phone beeped warning the arrival of a new message. Taking the device out of his pocket, Milles took care to stay balanced on the skateboard while reading the address sent by Gabriel. From what he knew about the streets of that small town, the alpha already knew where it was.
And he would have to go back because Nicolas lived very close to the school.
Making the turn on the street, the boy took impulse to slide the skateboard on the asphalt, longing more and more to reach their destination.
How could that peevish, moody captain be home alone and even sicker? A smile grew faintly on his face, considering that the perfect chance for revenge.
Nicolas had always picked up on him during training, forcing him to do more exercises than others. Mostly punishing him when the girls break into the gym to watch the workouts, making him responsible for the mess. So wouldn't it be right for him to take advantage of the little bastard's low guard to jew him a little bit?
No, he didn't mean to hurt Nicolas, no. He was sick. Milles just wanted to show him that at that moment he was too weak to defend himself. There would be no force to get rid of Milles.
Ah... that idea was just fantastic.
The whole body of the alpha vibrated in anxiety. He wanted to see your captain lose all the sea he had.
Wouldn't that give him a big advantage in their personal dispute?
When he came down from the skateboard in front of a simple house with low walls, Milles arched his eyebrow doubting his fate. He checked the address on the message comparing it to what he had written on the corner plate, as well as the number nailed to the wall of that house.
It was too ugly!
It looked like an abandoned house. It had a backyard with tall bush, past the low wall. The walls peeled off the cream paint, and the roof was dark as dirt.
Frowning, Milles wondered what the hell was going on in that family to the point that they were not able to take care of their own home. Would Nicolas's room be so messed up with scraps of food and clothes scattered around that he might have already died and his body rotting in the garbage?
Milles shook his head to scare the terror out of his mind.
Holding the skateboard as he passed through the rusty little gate, Milles swallowed dry gathering all the courage he could. He had left the skateboard next to the door and raised his hand to knock gently.
Now that he was standing in front of his captain's house, nervousness seemed to take root in him. His hand sweated, his legs looked heavy. The heart was racing stupidly for fear of seeing what was behind that door.
It took a few moments for the dark door to be opened by a giant white sausage. Milles had blinked a few times, tilting his head seeking the face hidden in that heap of covers.
― Captain?
Although his voice came out exiting, outside he sounded through the house that finally could see the drowsy and pale face of Nicolas. His dark, opaque eyes had dark circles under their eyes, but they were droopy. His cheeks were slightly pink due to fever, and the dark hair escaped from the blanket that covered his head.
― Oh... ― Nicolas looked at Milles from top to bottom and then a sly smile appeared on his face ― Giant piece of shit!
He wanted to leave.
Your captain was fine.
He wanted to turn his back and pretend he didn't spend his time worrying about that little bastard when he had enough energy to curse him. And he was about to do so when Nicolas grabbed his arm pulling him into the house without any ceremony.
When he faced it, he repented immediately.
He seemed very happy.
Nicolas Howard was happy hugging his arm.
What the fuck was that?
― Finally came, you big guy! Waaah.
― Captain...
The boy had been interrupted by Nicolas' index finger, which had leaned against his lips. Blinking stunned, the alpha realized that his captain was making a beak... cute.
― Call me by name, you moron.
― I want to kill you. ― Growled the alpha.
― That, that good boy. ― Laugh Nicolas, finally letting go of the arm of Milles, heading to the room where he had thrown himself on the sofa.
Were he delusional by any chance?
Wasn't that the usual Nicolas?
He was curled up in the covers and smiled at nothing. Besides having hugged his arm. HUGGED! My gosh, the captain would never do anything like that, even if he wanted to win their dispute.
Looking around trying to regain his consciousness, Milles realized that the chaos outside had not spread into the house. There were few old looking furniture, but well maintained. There was no mess and the smell was delicious. Well... This was due to the smell of Nicolas being impregnated in the house.
Taking a deep breath, Milles felt his whole body rejoice with the sweet aroma. That was the smell of Nicolas. Being sick had made him exhale more and more, just as he had thought earlier. At that point he had done right to visit him.
― Come to see me? Are you worried about me? Or did you come to kiss me again?
Milles removed the bag from his back and left it next to the sofa, choosing to sit on the other upholstery facing the captain.
― I'm not gonna kiss you when you're like that.
— But you want, didn't you? ― Murmured Nicolas with a sly smile, which irritated Milles even more. ― It is written on your forehead that you wants me. You big, crazy bastard!
― I just came to keep company until Biel arrived.
Immediately Nicolas had made a frown. Milles arched his brow not knowing what to expect from those strange reactions. What was with him?
― I do not need it! Take it for you, xô xô xô! ― Grumbled the omega, shaking his hand as if he expelled a mini Gabriel from the coffee table.
Milles realized that he opened a small and affected smile. Right... He was doing it for his best friend who would arrive a few hours later. All he had to do was keep my eyes on the little guy. That was it.
Mission accomplished.
― Until they arrive, why don't you go to sleep?
— I lost sleep. ― Grumbling Nicolas getting up from the upholstery around the coffee table, to get to the sofa where Milles was sitting. He threw himself next to him and leaned his head on his arm, since the short stature did not allow him to reach the shoulder of the alpha. ― It's your fault.
― Bullshit, you always sleep just by putting your head in your friend's lap.
So Milles regretted saying that.
He had repented at once, for Nicolas turned his dark eyes towards him. Like an innocent child who wants to eat candy but is afraid to ask, he dared to face him with that childish glow.
― Will you give me a lap?
The heart of Milles had missed a few beats.
― Shut up! Lie down and get some sleep.
― Evil.
Nicolas had laid on the upholstery, even if the available space was small he had managed to bend his small body there. Of course he had not missed the opportunity to push Milles with his feet, just to annoy him. The alpha rolled his eyes patting Nicolas on the feet, who seemed to have fun with his new prank.
The two fought for a long time, until Milles angrily got up from the upholstery and crossed his arms facing the captain.
For the second time he regretted it.
Nicolas was all messed up in the blankets, but he was adorable. The messy hair, even the tank top he wore looked too big having the strap falling revealing his thin, white shoulders. The arms arranged in front of the body were also so thin, that Milles feared to break it with a touch.
For the second time his heart had missed a beat.
Damn if.
Nicolas was just lovely.
― What is it, Milles?
Oh... Oh, my God.
For the third time his heart missed a beat.
Nicolas had called your name that way, sly, short...
The blood pulsed through his veins.
That he had enough strength to deal with those low blows.
A growling stomach saved Milles from the stimuli. Nicolas got up from the couch getting rid of the covers, walking to the kitchen not far from there. Milles watched him stagger from side to side, seeming to fall at any moment.
Until he had stayed close enough to help him if necessary. He had no idea what he could do to help Nicolas. In fact, he had never taken care of a sick person in his entire life. That made him a spoiled person? It was so uncomfortable not knowing what to do.
Nicolas took a pot and took two steps backwards, staggering. He leaned immediately on the refrigerator, turning by the heels to go until the stove left the pan there. He went through the cabinets trying to find something to eat, but he couldn't reach the higher shelves.
He had tried to stay on his toes, stretching his body as far as he could, unable to achieve what he wanted. Then he turned his head over his shoulder, looking beggar like Puss in Boots in the second Shrek movie.
For the fourth time the heart of Milles missed a beat.
Sighing defeated, the alpha went to him quietly where he could reach some packets of noodles. He were standing behind him, feeling your captain's slender body completely leaning against yours. A shiver ran through his body like an electric current passed by.
Lowering his head he came across those dark eyes watching him intently. Even with the blush on his cheeks and the warm, slightly panting breath hitting his belly, Milles felt the intensity of those eyes.
One of his arms had moved on its own, bending down to wrap the boy's thin waist and hug him. It had been a strange and unknown move for Milles, as if his body dared to do something without a conscious command. Still, the feeling he had of having that body leaning against his was not as strange as he had imagined.
― Do you know how to make a noodle? ― Milles questioned hoarse, trying to make that moment something normal.
― No.
Again Nicolas's stomach purrs. Right, he was very hungry as it seemed. Noodles were unhealthy, but it would break the branch. Send a message to Gabriel to bring something that will pay when they come.
Releasing Nicolas's waist, he pushed him away from the stove. He reached the pan and rinsed it with water.
― Get out of here, I'll do it.
Nicolas had obediently returned to the room. Time or another Milles watched over his shoulder, realizing that he struggled to stay awake. How feverish was Nicolas? Did he need to give him something?
While waiting for the water to boil, Milles walked around the room finding a thermometer inside a glass in the cupboard. Regardless of the rules of etiquette he had once learned from his family, he had opened the cabinet and removed the thermometer to see if it still worked. Then out to Nicolas adjusting the object under his arm, listening to complain like a sly kitten.
As he held his arm to fix the thermometer, Milles noticed Nicolas's silent, and perhaps unconscious, attempt to rub his cheek on the alpha's hand.
Was he wanting... affection?
From Milles?
That thought had frightened him for a moment.
Ensuring that Nicolas would not move, the Alpha retreated back to the kitchen seeking refuge. While breaking the noodles and taking the spices out of the package, he tried to calm his heart that beat rampant.
How many visions were he having in those forty minutes when arrived at Nicolas's house? Was he so ill that he acted out of the ordinary?
What the fuck!
He couldn't help thinking the bastard was adorable.
Was Milles himself getting sick too?
When the thermometer beeps, Milles is gone until Nicolas checks the temperature, which remains feverish. Sighing heavy, the boy returned on his mission to make a hot noodle. All he could, and would know, do was put the captain to sleep until Theodore arrived.
He was hoping the other omega would be more useful than him.
Within a few minutes, the warm noodles were ready to be served in a bowl of soup. Milles had been careful to set the table before calling Nicolas, who had fallen asleep sitting on the couch.
― Wake up... Hey! Captain, wake up it's time to eat.
And nothing.
Sighing low, he remembered the sly request of yore.
― Wake up Nicolas. ― He spoke hoarse.
The eyes opened in a snap, Nicolas raised his head sniffing the air smelling the smell of noodles. For the third time his stomach growled, and the boy already moistened his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.
― Little bastard... come eat.
When Milles turned his back, he felt something grab his uniform shirt. Turning his head over his shoulder, he noticed Nicolas unscrewing from the blanket using him as support. And that vision had been beautiful for the alpha. Nicolas looked like a child trying to turn around to show independence, even holding something to ensure help if he couldn't.
In that case, he'd expect help from Milles, right?
Then he walked slowly through the house until he reached the kitchen, feeling that hand holding his blouse was the only connection to his captain's sick body. It had been slowly to not tire him, since his breath was in the focus of attention of the alpha.
Seated, Nicolas had eaten the noodles as if it were a great dish presented by a famous chef. Milles crossed his arms watching him with a slight smile on his face, imagining that the little one would be really hungry to the point of fighting with a noodle.
Once the dish was finished, Nicolas licked his red lips. Milles had handed him a glass of water, already bothered by his dry mouth. Would he have skipped how many meals to be in that state?
Anyway, at least they weren't fighting like they always did.
It was kind of nice.
His plan had been a success in parts. Nicolas was an obedient omega when ill.