My Atypical Wolf (BL)

Chapter 190: Drinking Buddy

“Can I come in”? Caleb knocked on the open door earning his brother’s attention.

“Caleb”? Christian presented him with an unusual smile. “What brings you here”?

“I can ask you the same thing”, Caleb mumbled. “I told you to go take rest and here you are drinking in the office past midnight”. He folded his arms before he asked, “Is everything alright?”

“Of course. Everything is great. I am just... enjoying” He held up glass before taking the sip.

“Yeah, you had to pause to think” Caleb rolled his eyes. He took a seat and started to pour himself a glass.

“You think that’s a good idea”? Christian prompted.

“They need you more sober tomorrow than me,” Caleb smirked. “Also, I have better tolerance than you” He gave his brother a smug smile. Christian simply chuckled and they drank as they sat quietly. After a whole minute Caleb mumbled, “You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

.....

“Where is this coming from?” Christian frowned. “It was my decision, and I made my decision,” he declared.

“Yeah...” Caleb breathed. “But I can also sense the hint of regret in your decision”. Christian raised his eyebrows so Caleb continued. “Remember how your superpower is to be able to tell when something is wrong with me? I can tell that same thing about you too” Caleb smiled.

“You think you know me that well?” Christian raised his eyebrows with a hint of challenge.

“More than you think” Caleb smirked. “Which is why I am certain this is a bad decision”.

“If you are this certain why did you want to be in charge of the celebrations?” Christian challenged him further.

“Because if we are having a party, it should not be lame” Caleb declared. “But, I can still cancel”.

“No”! Christian exclaimed starling Caleb is the process.

“Alright then” Caleb mumbled. “What about Sebastian?” Caleb asked.

“What about him?” Christian frowned.

“Well, didn’t you used to have a thing for him”? Caleb narrowed his eyes at his brother who just stared at Caleb blankly. “What?”

“Who told you?” Christian narrowed his eyes.

“No One” Caleb shrugged. “I could tell”.

“Yeah, well you got it wrong” Christian scoffed.

After a few seconds Caleb voiced, “Nope, I don’t think I do”

“Believe whatever you want”. Christian simply shrugged off before sipping down the entire glass.

“Did you ever... tell him how you feel?” Caleb asked, adamant to not let it go.

“What, feel? I had a very minor crush on him when we met. That’s all. It’s all gone now”. Christian shrugged.

“Uh-huh”! Caleb exclaimed. “I knew it, I knew you liked him”!

“Key word, ‘liked’. I do not like him anymore”. Christian clarified.

“You know...” Caleb, “Now I can imagine how annoyed you were when I refused to confess my feelings for... Ashton” Caleb mumbled. Suddenly mentioning Ashton brought back a turmoil of feelings he wasn’t ready to confront.

“That was different.”Christian declared.

“Really? How?” Caleb nudged further.

“You weren’t sure how Ashton felt for you. I know how Sebastian does.” Christian declared.

“Come on!” Caleb groaned. “I know he disagrees with you a lot but doesn’t mean he hates you. He is playful. Who knows, he might even like you” Caleb suggested.

“I didn’t mean he hates me, what I meant was that he is straight,” Christian declared.

“Did he himself tell you that?” Caleb challenged him.

“In a manner of speaking. He had a human mate before who was a girl. Not to mention... we went to a gay bar where he had to ‘pretend’ to be gay. You don’t pretend what you are, you pretend what you’re not” Christian sighed.

“Just like you pretending you don’t still have feelings for him” Caleb murmured, but Christian heard him nonetheless and shot him a glare. “But, don’t you think you will feel better if you confess?” Caleb insisted.

“Unlike you, we haven’t marked each other. We are friends, I am okay with that” Christian almost slammed the glass in his hand on the table. He got up from the seat and left. Caleb sat there quietly for a moment before exiting the premises himself.

Christian instead of going back to the pack house headed off to a bar. He knew his pack members would start pestering him, and he wasn’t in the mood to talk. So he simply went out to have some peace and quiet time. Just before he was about to enter he heard a familiar voice say, “Christian”?

Wishing he heard wrong he turned around, “Sebastian?” He had to admit he did not expect him to see here. Sure he kind of guessed he would show up at the ceremony but not here. “What are you doing here?” Christiana asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Sebastian frowned. “You are getting married, of course I have to come” He smiled.

“Yeah, that’s months away. It’s just an engagement party” Christian reminded him.

“Yeah, potato potato” (A/N: If you know the expression, you must have read it differently ) [ie. Po-tay-to/ Po-tah-to]]

“But no, I meant here. In this bar. What are you doing here?” Christian asked.

“I can ask you the same thing”? Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “I always come here on my way to the pack house. This bartender knows what I want” He chuckled.

“Okay...” Christian mumbled. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that you showed up” Christian shrugged.

“That doesn’t sound right” Sebastian frowned.

“Yeah, if I get too drunk, you can drive me to the pack.” Christian smirked. “I need to be there, early” He shrugged.

Recalling an incident years ago Sebastian exclaimed, “No”!

“What?” Christian frowned.

“I do not have spare clothes, and I don’t want to wear a barbie costume back to the packhouse. You are not getting drunk today!” Sebastian huffed.

“Let’s hope so... for both our sake” Christain smirked and vanished through the door. Sebastian looked around before letting out a sigh of exasperation and putting his hand on his forehead. Once he took a seat next to Christian, he felt his hope withering as Christian shouted at the bartender, “Hit him up, he is my drinking buddy for the night”.