Grayson's sleeves are rolled up as he picks up the heavy hay bale, grunting slightly with the effort. The sun is beating down on him as he stacks the last bale on top of the tower he'd built. "Finally." He grumbles, dusting his hands off and taking a step back to admire his handiwork.

The scent of fresh hay and warm earth fills his nostrils as sweat drips down his temples. It's been a long day, working on the farm. He was trying to get everything done as quickly as possible so he could go see his angel. Damn, he couldn't wait to see his boyfriend but he had chores to do first.

"You're thinkin' 'bout him again, Gray?" A voice interrupts Grayson's trance. He turns around to see his younger brother, Kit, walking in with a wheelbarrow full of food for the pigs. Before Grayson can speak, Kit keeps talking. "Got that same damn love sick look on yer face as ya do whenever ya think 'bout him."

Grayson rolls his eyes, ignoring the blood rushing to his cheeks at his brother's comment. "Once you find yer mate, Kit, you'll get it. Can't live without 'em, it's like yer mate's yer sun, moon, night, air and goddamn heartbeat." He says in response, focusing on the hay bales and moving them around instead of looking at Kit. "Ain't nothing like it, I tell ya, Kit. Nothing like havin' a mate."

Kit pauses for a second. "You haven't marked 'im yet though, right? 'Cause his parents won't let you guys be together." Kit says and Grayson ignores him. He doesn't really wanna talk about it. Fuck, he doesn't even talk to his boyfriend about it.

Marking your mate was what technically made them a mate and Grayson hadn't marked his boyfriend because of his asshole parents who thought that their son was too good for some random nobody farmer. Sometimes, Grayson knew they were right. His boyfriend was way too good for him but fuck, he loved him and his boyfriend loved him. More than anything though, Grayson wants to claim him. Bite the scent glands in his neck and connect them forever, a mark of their love and being properly locked together.

"Sorry." Kit says, realizing he fucked up by bringing up the mate and the bite thing that Grayson struggled with badly. "I'll finish up 'round the farm if ya want to meet up with him. The way you made it sound, ya might drop down dead soon if ya don't." He adds, half jokingly.

Before Grayson knows it, he's in his old blue pickup and dialing his boyfriend's number. The thought of seeing him makes his alpha instincts roar to life, already imagining the way his omega's scent will wrap around him like a warm blanket.