Evan's Alphas

by D. J. Heart

  It’s almost painful to watch. By the time the last class wraps up on Friday afternoon, Evan is actually looking forward to Mark’s return. It makes him feel guilty, though, like he’s being disloyal, so he doesn’t express anything but enthusiasm for Chad’s presence.

  “So, party tomorrow,” Chad says as they get off his bike in the garage back home. Evan grins, unstrapping his helmet and tucking it under his arm.

  “We’re still going, right?” Evan asks, walking next to Chad, unconsciously pressing his body up against his alpha until Chad lifts his arm and drapes it over Evan’s shoulder.

  “Of course,” Chad says, squeezing down on Evan’s neck and giving him a noogie. Evan laughs, not fighting Chad’s hold. Chad’s leather jacket is smooth and soft, and Evan can feel the hard muscle of Chad’s chest underneath.

  They go upstairs, and Evan is surprised to see that Peter is home before them. They walk into the apartment, finding Peter on the sofa in the living room with his computer on his lap.

  “Hello,” Peter says when they move into the room. “How was school?”

  “Good,” Evan says, looking to Chad. Chad nods, throwing himself down on the sofa next to Peter, leaning his head on the older alpha’s shoulder.

  “Long day?” Peter laughs, turning his face and giving the top of Chad’s head a kiss.

  “Nope,” Chad says, not moving an inch. “Art really makes the time fly.” Peter laughs, and Chad scrunches up his face. “Just kidding. It was fun.”

  Evan knows Chad is lying through his teeth, but again, it’s nice of him.

  “You’re home early,” Evan says, moving to sit on the floor by between Chad and Peter’s legs. He rests his face on Peter’s thigh, enjoying the silky smooth texture of his pants.

  “Yes, I wanted to come home and tell you in person. The hearing has been called off, so you don’t have to worry about Detective Adams bothering you anymore.”

  Chad sits up straight, and Evan feels a thrill of happiness run through him. He’s sad for Peter that his friend’s betrayal went even further than they’d first known, but he’s happy that there won’t be any more trouble for Peter over how he settled it.

  “How did you pull that off?” Chad asks, sounding almost suspicious. Evan frowns. This is happy news, isn’t it?

  “Adams had a personal stake in the case. When that came to light, it wasn’t too hard to shut the whole thing down.” Peter then explains about Detective Adams’ membership to the Virgin O VIP Club, and how he’d used his father to push through a case against them.

  “It was stupid of him to think he could accomplish anything by it. Or maybe just petty, I don’t know. Let’s just put it behind us,” Peter says, his tone brooking no argument. Evan can tell that Chad wants to ask questions, but the younger alpha holds his tongue.

  “Relax,” Peter orders, kneading the back of Chad’s neck with a heavy hand. Evan shudders, wishing it were him Peter was touching. He presses up against Peter’s thigh, putting his face in Peter’s lap and breathing in his musky scent.

  “Greedy boy,” Peter laughs, his other hand landing on Evan’s head, fingers threading through his hair before landing on his neck.

  “I’m hungry. Have you called down for food?” Chad asks, standing abruptly. Evan looks up at him, wondering what’s wrong.

  “No. Why don’t you do it now?” Peter says, sounding happy and relaxed. Chad nods and head out of the room. Evan frowns. It’s not like Chad’s phone wasn't in his pocket. He could have called down from the couch.

  “What’s wrong with Chad?” he asks, staring at the door as Peter pets him.

  “Nothing. He’s just a little disappointed in me. He’ll get over it,” Peter says, sounding wistful.

  “Why is he disappointed in you?” Evan asks, wondering what Peter has done now. The last thing he wants is a rehash of Peter and Chad’s fight over Aiden.

  “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Peter says, closing his fist in Evan’s hair and using the grip to turn Evan’s face down into his crotch. With the hard line of Peter’s cock pressing against his lips, Evan forgets everything that isn’t pleasing his alpha. Parting his lips, mouthing at the head of Peter’s cock through his suit, Evan lets out a moan.

  “Good boy,” Peter says, massaging Evan’s neck, letting him worship, lick, and sniff to his heart’s content. Evan groans, grinding his crotch against Peter’s leg and humping him like a dog in heat.

  Peter doesn’t seem to mind one bit…

  ***

  Chad leans against the wall in the hallway, doing a quick search of the name “Adams.” Sure enough, right there in the breaking news section is an article describing the tragic death of State Senator Adams and his son, a detective in the eighth precinct.

  Putting his phone back in his pocket, Chad doesn’t know whether to curse or be happy. When Peter said he would take care of things, Chad has assumed he would do the typical alpha thing and cow Adams into submission. Not have him murdered by his boogeyman hit man.

  Then again, Peter is never one to tolerate threats against the people he cares about.

  Chad sighs. Peter is… Peter. He knows that his mate doesn’t have any moral qualms about what he’s done—or ordered done—and Chad can either decide to live with it or leave. Since there is no way in hell he’s leaving, Chad will just have to live with it.

  Still, Chad thinks as he dials the number to the kitchen downstairs, he reserves the right to be angry for a while.

  ***

  Peter lets Chad have his space the rest of the night and the next morning, except for when they go to bed and both cuddle up around Evan’s smaller body, and Chad is grateful.

  “So what are you going to wear tonight?” Chad asks over lunch with Evan. Peter has gone into the office, leaving Chad and Evan to their own devices.

  Evan freezes, a look of panic on his face. “I don’t know,” he says, gulping down the last of his orange juice and running to the closet in the bedroom. Chad follows at a normal pace, entering the walk-in closet to see Evan staring at his clothes with a clueless expression.

  “What about this?” Evan asks, grabbing a black pair of jeans off the shelf and holding them up. Chad grins. The pants are ones that Peter bought on one of his and Evan’s shopping trips, and they’re practically obscene. They cling to Evan’s ass, and every time Chad sees him wear them, it makes him want to tear them off and just bite into Evan’s pert little butt.

  “Maybe something that’s not so tight?” Chad suggests. “I mean, these are for when you want to look nice for me and Peter. How about these?” Chad holds up a pair of wool slacks, fitted and cut to make Evan look good, but in no way slutty.

  “Okay,” Evan says, taking the pants. He strips without preamble, putting them on and looking to Chad to pick the rest of his outfit.

  “And this shirt? It’s nice, but not too dressy,” Chad says, handing Evan a cotton blue button-down shirt. Evan puts it on, tucking it into his pants and staring at Chad, waiting for the verdict.

  “That looks nice, don’t you think?” Chad asks, steering Evan to the mirror.

  “I guess,” Evan says, studying himself. “Though they’re a little big for me, aren’t they?”

  Chad snorts. He can just imagine Peter telling Evan that as he tries stuff on in the store, which would explain why everything they come home with looks like it’s been painted on.

  “No. This is how clothes are meant to fit,” Chad says, Evan giving him a look. “We can find something else,” Chad suggests, stepping back and looking over Evan’s clothes.

  “No,” Evan says, turning away from the mirror. “This is nice. I want to wear this.”

  Chad has no objection to that, and Evan changes back into the clothes he was wearing. He doesn’t want to get his party clothes dirty or rumpled.

  They head back out to the dining room, loading the dishes into the dumbwaiter and sending them down, before going to the gym to work out. Evan hates working out, but Chad wants him to be healthy, so he m
akes sure Evan gets at least three workouts a week.

  Evan grumbles whenever Chad tells him to go change into his workout shorts, but as long as Chad fucks him after when they’re both sweaty and gross, Evan doesn’t complain too much.

  “You could have just told me we were working out when I was changing out of my party clothes,” Evan grumbles, pulling on his gym shorts and athletic T-shirt. Chad grins, pulling his compression shorts up over his thighs, arranging his cock so that it lies snug against his left thigh.

  “But then you would have started complaining when you changed out of your party clothes. This way I got ten more minutes of happy Evan.”

  Evan squints his eyes, not finding Chad as amusing as he finds himself.

  “I’m not doing weights,” Evan declares, crossing his arms as he watches Chad put on his long-sleeve compression shirt.

  “Fine. You can do the treadmill instead,” Chad says, grinning. He grabs Evan’s hand, pulling him through the penthouse and to the gym.

  “No!” Evan says, his hatred of the treadmill eclipsing his hatred of anything else Chad has in the gym.

  “Then you’re lifting weights,” Chad says, pushing Evan into the room. “You know the drill.”

  Chad ignores Evan as he sets about his own workout, having learned that no matter what he does Evan will grumble and complain. Evan knows what he’s supposed to do, and being a good omega, he does as he’s told, no matter how much he’d prefer to sit in front of the TV and pig out with a bowl of chips instead.

  By the time an hour has passed, Chad feels great, and Evan lays his body down on the workout mat, pretending to be panting. Chad drops down from the bar where he’s doing pull-ups, sauntering over to where Evan is lying, standing over the boy with his feet planted on either side of Evan’s head.

  “Hey,” Evan croaks, obviously surprised by Chad’s sudden appearance. Chad just grins, dropping down on his knees without a word and lowering his crotch so that the mound of his bulge is pressing into Evan’s face.

  This is the part of the workout where Evan stops complaining.

  Chad grinds the bulge of his cock down on Evan’s face, moving forward so that Evan’s lips are pressed into his spandex-clad taint. He knows he must reek of sweat, musk, and pheromones—pure alpha—Evan’s favorite combinations of smells.

  “You want my knot?” he growls, putting more of his weight on Evan’s face. He can barely hear Evan’s muffled yes, but the eagerness Evan feels is communicated clearly.

  Chad lifts off Evan’s face, freeing his cock as he spins Evan onto his stomach. He crawls down the omega’s body, lining his cock up with Evan’s hole. His cock is unlubed, so Chad makes do with fucking into the crack between Evan’s firm cheeks for a few minutes, Evan whining and begging for his knot.

  “Alpha, please! Put it inside!” Evan cries, pushing his ass up and begging for it. Chad grits his teeth, enjoying Evan’s horny desperation. When it becomes too much for him, his need to fuck Evan’s hot hole overriding the pleasure he gets from listening to his omega writhe and beg, Chad runs over to get the lube, slicks up his cock and sinks back down onto Evan’s back, spearing his cock into Evan’s tight hole.

  “Fuck!” Chad snarls, the tight clench of Evan’s ass like a vise on his cock. He drops down on Evan’s ass, hugging his arm around Evan’s slender throat as he starts jackhammering into Evan’s ass.

  Chad doesn’t last long. When Evan freezes up, holding his breath as he shoots his load onto the mat beneath them, it sends Chad over the edge. His cock explodes, teeth digging into Evan’s neck as he bites down hard.

  The pleasure of claiming his omega, of pumping him full of seed, has Chad seeing stars. He comes back to himself a few seconds later, still mouthing on what’s going to be one hell of a bruise on Evan’s neck.

  “You good?” he asks, fucked out and happy, knot right where it wants to be.

  “You’re heavy,” Evan complains. He sounds happy, though. Like he’s been pounded and loved every second of it.

  Still, Chad rolls them over, making himself comfortable. They’re going to be stuck there for a while, though Chad couldn’t be happier.

  ***

  Evan keeps close to Chad as they make their way up the stairs of Tara’s apartment building. Looking around, Evan marvels at how different it is from where he lives. The walls are dirty and scuffed, in desperate need of a paint job, and the stairs are cracked and worn. Chad sees the expression on Evan’s face and laughs.

  “She’s a college student, Evan. This is how most of them live. It’s not bad, actually.”

  “I guess,” Evan says, trying to imagine living in a place like this. It’s not too hard. Evan will admit that the views from Chad and Peter’s penthouse are nice, but it’s a little much. Evan can’t help but think that the three of them would be just as happy in a smaller apartment.

  Chad’s phone lets out a beep to tell him he has a new message. He slips the phone out of his pocket and reads it as they reach the top of the stairs, grinning.

  “Good news,” Chad says, turning to Evan. “It’s from Dr. Clover, the first alpha we paired up. His omega, Bo, just finished his first heat. It went perfectly.”

  Evan feels a flush of excitement. He remembers Bo from his first night in the omega house, and how Yurick had used the other boy’s shredded feet as a warning to behave. What Bo could have done to deserve that, Evan had no idea. He’s glad Bo has a new alpha and a new chance. It makes Evan’s ordeal seem like it wasn’t wasted. What he went through wasn’t so bad that it wasn’t worth this.

  “Good,” he says, pushing against Chad with a wide smile. “Bo must be happy.”

  “Yeah. Must have been scary when he went into heat again, though,” Chad muses. Evan nods, agreeing. After having spent months in heat, never satisfied and essentially waiting to die, feeling it come on again must have been terrifying. Hopefully that went away when Dr. Clover gave him his knot, though.

  They stepped out of the staircase and into the hallway, making their way to the door marked with the big number ten, and Chad knocked three times. Evan could hear music coming from inside, his stomach tingling with excitement.

  “Hi, welc—” the girl who swings open the door freezes when she sees Chad towering over her. This must be Tara’s roommate, Evan thinks. She’s pretty, with her hair done up in an elaborate braid, her knee-length dress showing off a lot of cleavage. Evan watches as she visibly pulls herself together and smiles.

  “Hello, you must be Chad and Evan, right?” she asks, still a little nervous around Chad.

  “We are. Thank you for having us,” Chad says, his voice smooth and warm. Evan knows that Chad is making himself sound all nice and genial on purpose, but it still sends a little shudder of pleasure through him.

  “Oh, it’s no problem. Tara was excited when you said you could come. Come inside,” the girl says. “Oh, I’m Victoria, by the way.”

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Chad says, Evan echoing the sentiment.

  “Tara is over there with Alex and Kate,” Victoria says as they step inside, pointing to the corner of the room. The apartment seems filled to brimming, though Evan knows there can’t be more than fifteen people in the room, max.

  “So is this what you were expecting?” Chad asks, leaning down. Evan looks around, seeing people clustered in little groups, holding drinks and talking.

  “I think so,” Evan says. “Will there be dancing later?”

  Chad laughs. “Maybe. Do you want to dance?”

  Evan nods.

  “There’ll probably be dancing at some point,” Chad says, looking around with a smile on his face.

  “You came!” Tara says when they come closer. She doesn’t seem unnerved by Chad’s presence at all.

  “Thank you for inviting me,” Evan says, giving her a hug. He can see Chad clench his fists a little, not liking anyone touching his omega, but he’d said it was okay in the car. Tara hugs him back, looking at Chad with a surprised expression.

  “Do
n’t make a habit of it,” Chad jokes, but Tara nods like he’s deadly serious.

  “Can I get you guys anything to drink? We have beer, soda, punch… whatever you want.”

  “Can I try a beer?” Evan asks, looking up at Chad with his best puppy eyes. Chad snorts, shaking his head.

  “No. You can have a soda. One for me too,” he says, looking at Tara. “Sprite or Coke. It doesn’t matter which.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right back,” Tara says, running off to get them drinks.