Old School

This room was like his office. There was no clutter.

There was a large dresser and a cabinet that matched on the far wall. Byron's bed was in the middle of two windows that were heavily draped. The bed was huge as Malcolm would have expected. It was made up and looked nice.

The comforter was different shades of blue and there was a hope chest at the end of the bed with blue pillows covering it. A TV was mounted over a fireplace in front of the bed. That was all. There was a door beside the door they walked in and he figured that was the bathroom.

Malcolm saw his bag in the room and he got nervous. He heard the door close. "Byron. I don't know what we're doing or what you expect from me?"

Byron could hear the nerves. "I don't expect anything, Malcolm. I have a great movie collection. Care to watch a movie with me?" He walked over to a cabinet full of movies.

Malcolm followed Byron and looked at them. He smiled. "This is kind of old school, like having vinyl records! I like it."

Byron smiled. "I know. No one has DVDs anymore but I have had this collection for so long that...These are what I watch. Someday, I'll change it up but not yet."

Malcolm sighed. "I see. There are no judgments from me. I have a record player at home... so..."

Byron smiled at Malcolm. "Good. Maybe we can listen to records one day."

Malcolm nodded and read the movie titles.Nothing romantic. No love or romance. They needed something that blew up. Bombs and guns. He found a great movie and Byron put it in.

"The best place to watch this is the bed and I'm not trying to get you in my bed. It's the most comfortable and that is just how I have it set up."

"I don't usually watch movies in bed with anyone. In fact, I never have until now and I never thought about it. I spend a lot of time here alone."

Byron looked at Malcolm. "I never sleep with the women in here either. I never brought them home, Malcolm." Byron thought he would clarify that this is not his normal and this wasn't some game. "I just... this isn't normal for me but I wanted to bring you here."

"I just sent a couple of scouts out and now I have to wait until they return. It's getting late and I thought a movie sounded good and I didn't want to be far from you." Byron was nervous. "Malcolm, this is not normal for me. At all!"

"Right." Malcolm could feel the worry coming from Byron. He looked at the bed. "Damn it! Let's cuddle and watch this movie!" Malcolm stated and Byron laughed.

They kicked their shoes off, propped up pillows and Byron hit play. Malcolm was laying in bed with a man, a hot man. He was in bed with Byron McIntyre watching a movie. Byron put his arm around Malcolm.

Malcolm glared. "Oh no! I'm putting my arm around you! I've been the woman enough for today!"

Byron laughed and moved his arm to let Malcolm put his arm around him. He waited. "Damn. Okay, you put your arm around me." He sighed. "I am the woman." Malcolm moved his arm back down.

Byron chuckled as Malcolm gave in and leaned into Byron and laid his head on the Alpha's shoulder and watched a high speed chase and gun fire as he enjoyed the contact.

"Will you touch me again?" Byron whispered.

Malcolm had no idea what the movie was called or what was happening. All he knew was that Byron was wrapped around him and he heard Byron sigh. He loved that sound. He let his hand slide over Byron's very muscled chest and heard him sigh again.

"Anytime." Malcolm whispered even though Byron never said anything, Malcolm knew Byron was grateful.

They watched half of the movie in silence. Malcolm was trying to solve this mystery. Was Byron his boyfriend? Did he have a really sexy, hot boyfriend? Did he want a boyfriend? He never thought about having a boyfriend. Hell, he didn't have girlfriends.

He was always a little wild but he never thought about men. He was laying in a man's arms and he liked it. This was a problem and he didn't want to fix it. He liked Byron.... a lot. He smelled so good. Sexy. He had a strong urge to put his nose on Byron's skin and inhale. Weird.

Did he want to have sex with him? He wasn't sure. He never actually thought about the actual act of having sex with a man. Could he even do it? He didn't know. He was touching Byron and realized that this wasn't just a man, this was Byron McIntyre!

"You okay, Malcolm?" Byron knew he was thinking. He had been quiet for some time.

"Uh, not sure. I was thinking about having sex with you." Malcolm stopped talking.

"Nice." Byron smiled before he realized that he smiled. He knew that Malcolm was talking about the actual act but he wanted to give him a tough time.

"No! Not like that. I mean actually doing it and I'm not explaining myself very well." Malcolm stopped and tried to regroup.

"I mean, actually doing it. I never really thought about it. I never thought about letting a man...or touching a man like that... you know what I mean, right?" Malcolm was freaking out.

Byron chuckled. "Yes. I know what you mean. I wanted to give you a hard time but I thought you needed a break. I'm feeling generous today!"

"Thanks." Malcolm glared. "I'm feeling sarcastic today!" They both laughed. "What in the hell do we do now? If you were a woman, I'd already be naked with you!"

"Now, I wish I was a woman." Byron smiled and cleared his throat. "I really want to make out with you. I just keep thinking about kissing you!"

"No!" Malcolm stopped just long enough to see a worried look from Byron. "I am kissing you!" He leaned in and kissed Byron.