Reject (mxm)

Chapter Seven: Ciaran

Ciaran's '69 Chevy Camaro ----->

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It's been a week since I've thrown the gauntlet and in turn, Ruari enforced his defenses. I'm sad to say that I'm not making any progress. He's determined to ignore me.

Since the kiss we shared in his room, he haven't let his guard down long enough for me to get close to him. He always makes sure we're never alone. To be brutally honest, I'm starting to hate the members of my own pack. He's still uncomfortable living in the pack house but yesterday I saw him talking to the new members who weren't here when he was young.

Lorcan laughed when I assigned everyone Ruari associated with to border patrol for the rest of the month to keep them away from him. I know I'm being a child but it pissed me off, seeing them laugh and joke with him when Ruari won't even spare me a fucking glance.

If this situation continues I'm going to die from frustration or lose half of my pack, I'm sure of it. Or maybe I'd die from unspent lust. Since Ruari returned I've been on a state of constant arousal and Keiron is not helping whining and growling all the time urging me to mark him.

I noticed Ruari's trying to avoid interaction with the old members. I know he's wary but before I brought him back I made sure everyone understood who Ruari is and what his presence on the pack means. Some traditionalist members don't fully accept my decision but as I said five years ago, Ruari is my mate and I will not have anyone but him. If anyone is dissatisfied with my choice they are free to leave. I don't need pack members who would disrespect my mate just because he turned out to be male or whatever bias they could think of.   

"Goddamn it!" I straightened and gave up pretending that I'm fixing the damn car.

Restoring cars is one of my hobbies. At the moment I'm working on a 1967 Chevy Impala. I bought it from the yard about a year and a half ago and have been working on her since. The progress is slow since I only come down to the workshop when I'm not busy with pack duties or when I want to clear my head. The engine is done. It just needs a little tuning and some minor adjustments. Now I'm working on the trim, interior and bodywork.

"Bad day?" Ruari said from behind me.

I turned to look back him, a bit startled. I was so wrapped up in my frustrations I didn't hear him walk in.

"I...ah-" I stuttered not realizing I was holding a wrench that I've been bending in half to keep myself from grabbing him.

"That bad huh?" He chuckled eyeing the now bended tool.

I snapped out of my daze and threw the wretched thing on the toolbox before grabbing a rag to wipe the grease off my hands.

"Do you need anything?" I asked trying to look and sound casual when all I really wanted to do was grab him and kiss him senseless. Possibly push him over the hood of the car and bury myself in his warmth and just get lost there.

He eyed me closely before answering. "You said I should tell you if I wanted to go to the city and I was wondering if..."

My head snapped back to him so fast I felt some whiplash but who cares.

Is he asking me out? I can't believe it!

No, stupid! You practically ordered him to come to you when he decides to go. He's just being polite. Keiron really knows how to put a damper on things.

"What time do you want to leave?" I asked ignoring Keiron's annoying snickers.

"We can go another day if you're busy," and risk having him change his mind? No fucking way!