What is Callum to do when he is reunited with his high school tormentor during a blind double date?
Callum has recently gotten used to the half-vampire-half-human life. But his social life leaves much to be desired according to his best friend. Being forced to tag along on a double date with said best friend and her girlfriend, Callum meets a certain wolf shifter he thought he'd never have to see again.
A WIP that will be added to semi-frequently.
“I don’t want to go,” Callum groaned as his best friend went through his wardrobe. He was sitting on his bed watching the brunette scowl at pretty much every piece of clothing that touched her hands.
“Why do you not have any club clothes?” Georgia asked, ignoring him, tossing another holey shirt to the floor. Callum was not looking forward to cleaning up after Hurricane Georgia.
“I do have clothes, you just don’t like anything.”
Finally, Georgia pulled out a dark indigo silk shirt and a pair of black skinnies that were not stained or falling apart, tossing them to Callum and demanding he put them on. She then ushered him into the bathroom to gel and comb out his raven hair. Callum refused the eyeliner. He may have succumbed once, but never again was he going to be subjected to such torture.
Twenty minutes later, the two were on the streets heading for the club.
“So what’s this place called?” Callum asked, running his hands through his freshly spiked hair. Hair gel had never felt quite right to him.
“I forgot. It’s down on Keynes though so we won’t miss it. Follow me and you better not slow me down and quite messing with your hair,” Georgia said, her heels in her hand over her shoulder. And then she set off running down the street with Callum close behind. Vampiric speed beat paying for a car and gas any day.
In no time at all, they ended up in front of a club pulsing music with a line at the entrance that curved around the block. Callum grimaced seeing it. It was loud and neon and flashy. Everything he was not.
“How are we even going to get in?” Callum wondered, hoping that they wouldn’t. It would cut this night considerably short and he would be free.
“Don’t worry, Evelyn’s friend has connections. We just need to wait for them here,” Georgia replied, slipping her monster heels back on.
“I’m not worrying about that…” Callum muttered.
They didn’t have to wait long before a girl with cropped blonde hair came running towards them with Georgia catching the girl in her arms and spinning them around before kissing her.
“Okay, save that for later,” Callum butted in when the kiss started to become a little too heated for his taste. Other guys, like the ones watching them from the line at the club, may have found it arousing, but to Callum it was uncomfortable, and quite frankly, girls were gross.
The girl blushed and looked down while Georgia looked smug as hell.
“You must be Evelyn, Georgia won’t shut up about you,” Callum said, earning a hard elbow to the side for his comment.
“And you’re Callum. Nice to meet you,” Evelyn said with an honest, warm smile.
A gust of wind blew and a scent hit Callum’s nose. He frowned, “You’re a shifter?”
Evelyn bit her lip and nodded, “Panther.”
“That’s not a problem, right, Callum,” Georgia threatened.
“No, not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it,” Callum raised his hands in surrender. “I’ve got nothing against shifters. Honest.” Callum rarely had encounters with other paranormals and from the time he knew Georgia, she never went out with them either. She usually preferred the company of normal humans.
“Mason, my friend, is one too. He’s a wolf,” Evelyn said. “He’s actually waiting for us inside. Let’s go.”
Callum tensed briefly but shook of his irrational fear and anger as well as the memories that came with the terms Mason, shifter, and wolf in one sentence.
The three went to the entrance and to Callum’s surprise the bouncers recognized Evelyn and the three went straight inside, much to the ire of the people waiting in line.
As soon as they entered, Callum flinched. A dubstep remix of sorts was blasting through speakers and it was crowded. Jam-packed with clubbers he did not want to get acquainted with. He would have much preferred to be at home with a story and tea with too much sugar to be considered healthy. Why did he agree to come again? Oh, that’s right. He didn’t.
“Mason’s waiting upstairs,” Evelyn yelled over the music.
Callum followed Evelyn and Georgia to the roped off stairway and again, the bouncers recognized Evelyn and the trio were allowed to pass with no hesitation.
The VIP floor was much more to Callum’s liking. He could still hear the music from downstairs, but it was at a more acceptable level, as he wasn’t at the risk of going deaf. This floor also had a lot more booths along with a bar that wasn’t as crowded as the one downstairs.
“Mason’s in the corner over there. I’ll go get us some drinks,” Evelyn said.
“I’ll help you,” Georgia offered and the two headed to the bar while Callum walked over to where Evelyn pointed. He stopped short when he saw who was sitting there.
Mason blinked and then grinned, “Callum? Long time no see, man.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for my friend to bring her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s best friend for a double date thing.”
Of all the wolf shifters called Mason, Evelyn’s Mason had to be this Mason. He was handsome as ever. In fact, he seemed to have gotten even more gorgeous over the past five years. Callum didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Callum, why aren’t you sitting down?” Evelyn asked as she and Georgia came up to the table holding a glass of crushed ice and some sort of alcopop in each hand.
“Yes, Callum, why not sit down?” Mason agreed, making a show of patting the space next to him.
Callum wanted to sit on the opposite side of Mason, but Evelyn and Georgia ended up taking up the spot before he could, so he really had no options. It didn’t help his mood that Mason was grinning smugly and had scooted to sit closer to Callum who had consciously left almost a foot of space between them.
“I’m Mason,” Mason said to Georgia. “And you must be Georgia. Evelyn hasn’t been able to stop talking about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” Georgia joked, kissing the side of Evelyn’s head.
Mason chuckled, deep and husky, “Don’t have to worry about that.” He turned his face to Callum. “So, Callum, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Last I saw you, you were human.”
“You two already know each other?” Evelyn asked, surprised.
“Yes,” the two replied, Mason much more cheerfully than Callum’s remorseful tone.
“We went to high school together,” Mason explained. “So how’d you turn vamp?”
“I’m a halfie,” Callum replied curtly, trying to direct conversation away of the events of him being half turned.
“That mean you still blush all prettily?” Mason asked.
To Callum’s horror, his cheeks warmed and Mason laughed, “There’s my answer.”
“Shut up,” Callum grumbled.
“So how long has it been?” Mason asked.
“Two years,” he was still keeping his curt tone.
“Are you going to warm up to me at all tonight?”
“He’s not usually this cold,” Georgia said, shooting Callum a look that read don’t even think about ruining this night, you antisocial dweeb.
But Callum couldn’t care less about ruining the night at that moment. He slammed his hands down on the table, getting to his feet. “Sorry I’m not sociable and pleasant to the guy that made high school a living hell for me. I’m going to the bathroom.”
Without waiting for anyone, Callum stormed off to the bathroom, after having asked one of the waiters for the location of said room.
Once in the white marbled room, he went straight to the sink, turning the tap and splashing his face with water. When he could see again, he jumped with a shriek.
“Holy mother of Christ, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Callum snapped, hand on his pounding heart.
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Mason said, trying to stifle his laughter.
“Like you didn’t enjoy scaring the living daylights out of me in high school,” Callum muttered bitterly. He leaned back against the counter to face Mason, hands gripping the counter top though in a way that he could push off of them to get a bit of propulsion in case he needed the extra push to get away.
“Look, I’m sorry about high school. I didn’t really make it a living hell, did I?”
“It was close. You were relentless.”
“I was a kid, Callum. A stupid kid—”
“Very stupid,” Callum interrupted.
Mason continued on over Callum’s comment, “—that didn’t know how to tell the boy he liked about his feelings.”
Callum blinked, “Wait. What?”
In two strides, Mason had Callum caged against the counter, towering over the raven-haired male as he had a good couple inches over Callum. Their lips were millimeters from each other, Mason’s ocean blues locked on Callum’s forest greens.
“Uh, t-too close, Mason,” Callum stuttered, feeling that dreaded blush creep up his neck and into his cheeks and ears. If Mason was gorgeous from a distance, he was godly up close.
“This might be the Goddess giving me a second chance after screwing up the first time,” Mason mused.
“M-Mason,” Callum tried. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, I was pretty obvious back then too. Almost everyone knew, except, of course, for you.” Mason chuckled, “Callum, I’ve been in love with you for nine years, and yes I’m including those five years we haven’t seen each other because I never stopped thinking about you.”
“B-But, you were horrible to me!” Callum argued.
Mason had the decency to look slightly bashful, “Yeah, I didn’t grow out of that bully your crush phase until I had to leave middle of senior year and realized I never even got to kiss you. Which, by the way, I’m going to do now.”
Before Callum could protest, Mason diminished those few millimeters between their lips and his eyes closed, arms wrapping around Callum’s waist.
Callum didn’t know what to do. He was shocked. Speechless. Mason, his high school tormentor Mason, was kissing him.
Callum put his hands to Mason’s chest, subconsciously marveling at its broadness and firmness, in preparation to push him off. However, Mason chose that exact moment to slide his hands down into Callum’s back pockets and squeeze.
Callum made a sound between a gasp and a moan and Mason used that opportunity to let his tongue side into Callum’s mouth, drawing out a deep long groan.
As if a switch had been flipped, Callum’s hands slid up Mason’s chest, over his shoulders, up his neck, into his thick brown locks. Mason pulled Callum even closer, their bodies flush against each other. He helped Callum sit on the counter and stepped between Callum’s open legs, their crotches coming into direct contact making both men moan and groan at the spark of pleasure.
They continued touching, licking, tasting, nibbling, and moaning until someone entered the bathroom, made a sound of surprise, and then immediately left.
Callum, realizing what had had just happened and where they were, pushed back and tried to catch his breath.
“That was even better than I’d ever imagined,” Mason said, amazed. His eyes were slightly glazed over and a dreamy smile was playing on his slightly swollen lips.
“You’ve fantasized…that?” Callum questioned. His face was flushed and his heart was pounding. It was times like this that he wished he had been fully turned. No more blushing and racing heart then.
“I’ve fantasized a lot of things concerning you, Callum. In case you decided to forget, I did say I love you. And although I’m no longer a teenager, I’m still quite horny.”
Callum felt his face getting warmer, though that really shouldn’t have been possible considering he was already blushing like mad.
“W-We should head back. The girls might be worried.”
Mason pouted, honest to goodness pouted, “I was hoping we could continue.”
Callum pushed Mason away to slide off the counter but couldn’t seem to meet Mason’s gaze, “Well we’re not. That won’t happen again.”
“You sure about that, Callum? You were just as into it as I was,” Mason teased.
Callum flushed another darker shade of red, “I thought you said you outgrew the bully your crush phase.”
Mason grabbed Callum’s arm and pulled him flush against his chest, hugging him around his waist and pressing a kiss to Callum’s forehead. “I never said I didn’t like teasing the man I love,” he whispered hotly into Callum’s ear.
Callum shivered and pulled away, quickly fixing his hair and trying to not look completely disheveled before making his way out of the bathroom and back to the girls.
“What took so long?” Georgia asked, suspicion lacing her voice.
“We talked,” Callum said, unable to meet his best friend’s eyes. Callum knew she could easily read him and figure out what had happened, especially with his swollen lips and still flushed complexion. But hell if he was going to talk to her about it and thankfully, Georgia knew when to leave Callum be.
Mason, who had been hot on Callum’s heels, slid into the booth with him, once again sitting much too close for comfort. Callum’s left arm was burning where it came into contact with Mason’s right. He scooted closer to the wall.
He grinned at Callum, “Just got a few things cleared up.”
When Callum felt Mason’s hand on his thigh, slowly rubbing through his jeans, Callum knew he was in for quite the night and most probably future. If there was one thing he remembered about Mason, it was that he was one stubborn wolf.
“I want to die, completely this time,” Callum grumbled.
Grayson looked over to the table Callum was glaring at and raised a brow in question, “One night stand that didn’t get the memo?”
Callum sighed, “I’m not sure if that’s a better or worse alternative.” It took him a minute of thought before shaking his head, “Nope. Worse. That meant I’d have had sex with him.”
“Then who is he?”
“My high school bully.”
“But you’re a vampire.”
“It’s been only two years, remember? And he’s always been a stupid wolf. Besides, vampires get bullied too. No species is exempt from it, and, I’m just a halfie.”
Grayson nodded in acquiescence then patted Callum on the shoulder, “Well you’re gonna just have to face him. He’s in your area, pal.”
Callum curved his lips into a pout and grabbed hold of one of Grayson’s hands, holding it close to his chest. With wide, pleading eyes, he silently begged.
“Don’t be a coward, Callum,” Grayson replied, freeing his hand and walking away.
Callum scowled at his back and huffed in displeasure as he reluctantly walked over to Mason who was already watching him with a slight frown.
“What would you like?” Callum grumbled.
Mason smirked, “You would be nice.”
Callum glared at the wolf and was about to tell him to leave if he wasn’t going to eat anything but Mason wasn’t done yet.
“What’s your relationship with the guy you were holding hands with?” he asked, nodding his head in Grayson’s direction. “The human.”
Callum narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “Why?”
“It’s an innocent question.”
Callum scoffed, “Nothing about you is innocent. Are you going to actually order anything or are you just here to make my work unbearable and ask me stupid questions?”
“Coffee and Belgium waffles, please.”
Callum sighed, “Anything else.”
“Your number,” Mason grinned.
Callum didn’t bother to dignify the comment with a response and walked away, giving the ticket to Tyra in the kitchen.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Grayson said, coming up next to Callum to hand over his ticket as well.
Callum sighed, “How did he even find out I worked here though? I’ve never seen him until that stupid double date Georgia made me go to. I never even knew he was in the same city!”
“Tough luck, man, but he’ll get bored eventually, right?”
“He is the most persistent and stubborn person I’ve ever known. He won’t tire easily.”
Callum quickly prepped Mason’s coffee and brought it over to his table. He had been extremely tempted to pour salt in it but managed to refrain.
“Here you go. Your waffles will be another five minutes,” he said, laying the mug down in front of Mason.
As Callum turned to leave, Mason grabbed a hold of his wrist, pulling him to a stop.
Callum scowled and pulled his hand free, well, at least tried to. “Let go of me, Mason.”
Mason grinned and pulled Callum’s hand to his face, pressing his lips to the vulnerable underside of the other man’s wrist.
Callum spluttered and flushed red, snatching his hand back and holding it to his chest.
“What was that?” he demanded, still flustered.
Mason didn’t stop grinning. In fact, his lips seemed to have stretched wider. “I could do it again.”
“Idiot,” Callum grumbled and quickly made his escape to the register. When he was safely behind the counter, he rubbed his face, willing his blush to go away.
“What’s got you all flustered, buttercup?” Tracy, the owner of the diner, asked as she brought up Mason’s order.
“Nothing,” Callum said. “It’s just hot.”
“Riiight,” Tracy drawled. “Who’s tall, brunet, and handsome over there? He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you came running over here blushing like a Japanese school girl.”
“I was not blushing like a Japanese school girl!” Callum protested. “Shut up.” He quickly grabbed the plate of waffles and stormed off to Mason’s table.
“What has you so riled up?” the wolf asked when Callum set the plate down.
“None of your fucking business,” Callum snapped.
“Of course it’s my business. I’m the only one who can rile you up.”
Callum rolled his eyes, “Whatever, Mason. Eat your food and leave.”
“When does your shift end?” he asked, cutting up a piece of his waffle and popping it into his mouth.
“Again, none of your damn business. Eat and leave,” Callum said, walking away to attend to other customers. It was still pretty early in the day but the morning rush was about to start and Callum wasn’t particularly looking too forward to it. Especially this one regular that, just like Mason, didn’t get the fucking message.
Thirty minutes later, right on time, he strolled in, calling out, “Callum, babe, how have you been?”
Callum’s eye twitched but he held back his desire to drain Jake dry without using the numbing agent his fangs could secrete.
“The usual, sir?” Callum asked with frigid politeness.
Jake frowned playfully, “Aw, c’mon, babe, when will you drop the formality and call me Jake?” He smirked suggestively, “Or would you prefer Jakey?”
“Would you like your usual, sir,” Callum repeated. His patience had long since run dry having to deal with Mason’s presence and he was so not in the mood.
Jake sighed but his cheesy grin was back in seconds, “Yep. Veggie omelet and an espresso.”
Callum nodded and was about to walk away, but as he turned around, he felt a swat on his ass and jumped in surprise, turning back swiftly to glare at Jake who just winked at him. He grit his teeth and stormed away to the counter before he could snap Jake’s neck. Once he gave Tracy the ticket he saw Mason waving him over. With a heavy sigh, he walked over and stood next to him. “Yes?”
“Who. The hell. Is he?” Mason growled.
Callum was alarmed. Mason was bristling, just barely holding back his wolf’s physical form. Brown-white fur was sprouting along his face and arms, his teeth were elongating into fangs, and his eyes were flashing as deep, animalistic growls came from his throat.
Callum put a hand on Mason’s shoulder and hissed, “Mason, calm down! Don’t even think about shifting right now.”
The growling didn’t stop and Callum didn’t know what to do. He had no idea what had triggered this reaction but he had to act fast or there would be an enraged wolf in Tracy’s diner.
Callum looked about in the hopes that somehow, he would find the solution to this problem and caught eyes with Grayson who was watching carefully, if fearfully. Being human, he did not want to get in between whatever was happening with the wolf shifter.
Callum cursed under his breath and tried again, “Mason, c’mon, man, pull it together.”
Nothing was helping. Mason was gripping the table, his claws now extended and digging into the wood, sure to leave claw marks Tracy was not going to be happy about.
When it seemed like there was nothing Callum could do, a stupid idea came to mind.
“Fuck me,” Callum grumbled. He had no other options other than attacking Mason and trying to knock him out or something, which would be even stupider than his current idea as he was only a halfie, therefore weaker than the average vampire and stood no chance against an angry wolf. Especially when that angry wolf was Mason.
“Mason,” Callum tried in the hopes he wouldn’t have to resort to his half formed plan. The man simply continued growling low in his throat, bearing his fangs in the direction of Jake. It gave a clue as to why Mason was suddenly homicidal, but Callum couldn’t figure out just why.
Steeling himself, Callum acted quickly. He threw his leg over Mason’s lap so his knee was on the seat, next to Mason’s outer thigh and his other foot was flat on the floor so he was sort of straddling the now confused, close to shifting shifter.
“Calm the fuck down, Mason,” Callum said before cupping Mason’s face with his hands, closing his eyes, and leaning down to press his lips to Mason’s. The reaction was not instantaneous, but gradually, Mason’s fangs retracted into regular human teeth, his fur receded, and his claws turned back into normal nails. And then he was kissing Callum back, his human hands gripping Callum’s hips.
In one swift motion that took Callum by surprise, especially since he was about to quickly get away from Mason now that the other man was no longer about to shift and tear the place apart, Mason pulled Callum over so that he was on his back on the leather seating and Mason crawled on top of him, their legs weaving one another’s. Callum barely managed to make a noise of protest and surprise when Mason leaned down and resumed their kiss, forcing Callum’s lips apart and letting his tongue delve into the warm cavern of Callum’s mouth.
“Mmph—Mas—Mmm,” Callum struggled. He put his hands on Mason’s chest and tried to push him away but Mason was too strong. So he did the next best thing. He brought his knee up and jammed it right into Mason’s groin landing a direct hit to one of the most vulnerable parts of the male anatomy. Mason groaned in pain, pulling away from Callum, and Callum used the opportunity to roughly shove Mason back, the shifter ending up on the floor, curled into a ball holding his crotch.
Callum sat up, his back against the window, trying to catch his breath. When he looked around, he saw that everyone had their eyes on him.
“Oh god, just kill me now,” Callum groaned, covering his face with his hands and bringing his knees up to his chest. He could already feel his face and neck burning up and just wished the ground would swallow him whole.
“Did you really have to get me right in the nuts?” Mason groaned from the floor.
“Who told you to try and…and…do that,” Callum snapped, onlookers momentarily forgotten.
Mason sat up and looked at Callum who was still curled up at the end of the booth seat. His blush had yet to die down.
“Well, you did initiate it,” Mason pointed out as he got to his feet.
“Only because you were about to shift!” Callum defended. “You weren’t listening and I didn’t know how else to snap you out of it.”
Mason grinned, “You still kissed me. Not going to let that go, love. Also, now that I’ve cooled down, I have something to do.”
Callum frowned, both at the pet name that made his pulse jump and in confusion as to what Mason was going to do. He watched, with everyone else in the diner, as Mason went up to Jake, though walking a bit awkwardly.
“Hey, pal,” Mason started off jovially, but Callum knew that Mason was pissed. He recognized the tone from his high school days. He frowned in thought as he remembered. Mason had never once used that tone against him. In fact, when he thought about it, Mason had never once been truly angry with him. Only others who tried to bully Callum. He had always thought it was a territorial thing, something along the lines of being possessive over prey or something.
“Yes?” Jake asked. He was glaring at Mason despite having witnessed the other man almost losing control and shifting. He puffed his chest out and crossed his arms over his chest in a show of confidence and strength.
Mason grabbed Jake by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up so they were face to face, though because Mason was a fricking giant, Jake was on his toes. He was grinning sadistically as he said, “Touch Callum again and I’ll rip you apart, limb by limb, with my bare teeth, without shifting. Don’t talk to him, touch him, look at him, or even fucking think about him. I never want to see your face or smell your disgusting scent ever again, and if you seek Callum out, you’ll wish your great grandparents were never even conceived. Am I understood?”
When Jake didn’t respond, Mason snarled, his teeth once again glistening fangs, and Jake shrieked like a little girl, nodding furiously, “G-Got it!”
Mason released his hold on Jake’s collar and the man fell to the floor, staring up at Mason in fear.
Mason nodded towards the door, “Why are you not walking out the door?”
Jake got to his feet not a second later and ran out of the diner. Everyone was silent, watching Mason with varying degrees of awe, fear, and a bit of lust. It depended on the person.
“Just letting all of you know right now, Callum is mine,” Mason declared aloud, meeting the eyes of each and every person. Satisfied with their agreeing silence, he walked back to his seat where Callum was staring at him in disbelief.
“Y-You…” Callum didn’t know what to say.
Mason smiled, “You won’t have to worry about that pervert ever again.”
That comment snapped Callum out of his daze. He snorted, “What about you?”
Mason grinned and leaned down so he was caging Callum against the window. “You’re stuck with me, love.”
Callum stuttered and looked away from Mason’s eyes. They were too intense, seeing right into Callum’s very soul. It made him incredibly uncomfortable.
“Get away from me, creep,” Callum muttered and pushed at Mason’s chest. Mason complied and moved out of the way so Callum could get back on his feet and rush away to the counter, sliding to the floor to hide as best he could.
The silence of the diner finally ended as people went to their own conversations, though Callum could hear that they were talking about him and Mason and Jake. Nothing he could do about that, hard as he might try, so he decided to just ignore everything and do his job. After cooling down on the floor of course.