Then he felt bad for being envious of Storm’sparents.
“You should visit them,” Linus said. “I can go with you if you need some emotional support.”
“What?” Storm looked blankly at him.
“Your parents. That’s who you want there, right?”
Storm gaped. “Uh.”
“You should, you know,” Linus said earnestly. “You’ll feel better once you’ve patched things up with them.”
“That’s not... You would go with me?” Storm looked so vulnerable in that moment, that Linus’ heart slipped.
“I would,” Linus said.
Storm took Linus’ hands and kissed his knuckles. “You probably won’t want to head into the house with me, in case they don’t... react well.”
Linus squeezed his hands. “I will walk in there with you. If you need someone to lean on, Iwillbe that person.”
Storm sucked in a sharp breath. He hid his face against Linus’ hands. “Okay. Whenever you’re free.”
“This weekend?”
“This weekend?!” Storm squawked, his head popping back up.
Linus smiled. “Just like ripping off a bandage.”
Storm groaned. “I don’t like the sound of this.”
“You know I’m right.”
A sigh. “Yes, Professor.”
That made Linus laugh. “Usually, people don’t sound quite so resigned when they say that.”
“That’s because they say that in porn,” Storm grumbled.
Linus blushed and hastily backtracked. “Now is not the time for porn-anything.”
“Of course not. Wouldn’t want to make you late for class.” Storm regained some of his earlier perkiness, his eyes growing bright. “But I think you would look so lovely lecturing with your cheeks all flushed.”
“Storm!”
“Okay, okay, I won’t do that to you.” Storm grinned, leaning in to nuzzle his belly. “But you know I’ll be thinking about it.”
Linus didn’t think he had blushed so much in hislife.
Three days later,they sneaked into Linus’ mom’s ice cream shop.
‘Sneak’ wasn’t the right word.
Linus preferred to call it ‘pretending they had every right to be here’. Which he kind of did, since his mom owned the shop.
She didn’t know they were stopping by to secretly taste her new experiments, though.
Linus waved at the young omega behind the counter. “Hey, Maiz. How are things?”
Maiz straightened up in a hurry, his eyes growing wide. “Mr. Bentham, sir!”
