by Aiden Bates
And then the doorbell rang.
Thank god for doorbells.
Marcos made his way in, and I noticed Oliver’s slight flush at his presence. Ah. Perhaps I wasn’t the only person feeling something different about all of this, about Marcos.
“Man, this smells good. Is there anything I can help with?” Marcos asked.
“Here, open this,” Oliver said, presenting him with a bottle of wine. “I thought we could all have a drink with the dinner Mitch made for us.”
“Well, some of us can,” I said. It was still too early to tell whether or not I was pregnant, but I wasn’t taking that chance. “Just in case,” I added quickly.
The looks on both of their faces were worth it. I knew by now what concern looked like on Marcos’s face, what nervousness looked like on Oliver’s, but added to that there was expectation, excitement, the sparks of happiness in both sets of warm, brown eyes.
“Would you rather we didn’t?” Marcos asked.
“Nah, you all go ahead and enjoy,” I said.
He nodded and began working the cork out of the bottle.
“Mitch was just telling me about today,” Oliver explained as Marcos handed him the opened bottle. “Congratulations to the happy couple.” Oliver grinned with genuine amusement.
Marcos scrubbed his hair before accepting the glass of deep red wine Oliver poured for him. “Yeah, I wanted to apologize for all of that, Mitch. All that wedding stuff? Jesus. She just, well, Mami just gets excited about things.” We moved over to the table and started making our plates as Marcos continued. “She’s very…excited. She’s been calling me all day since lunch. I haven’t seen her this hyped up about something in a long time. It’s a little worrying, actually.”
“No, no, it’s all fine,” I said, putting my napkin in my lap. “Really, it is.”
“I don’t see how it could be,” Marcos stated.
“No, but it is. I like Alverita,” I added, hoping it would help alleviate some of his fears. “Really. I think she’s vivacious.”
“Hmm, that is such a nice way to say overbearing,” Marcos quipped.
Oliver snorted into his salad before setting down his fork then wiping his mouth. “So, what are we going to do?”
I shrugged, sitting back. “I figure we don’t have much choice but to play it by ear. We bought some time by convincing her to put the wedding on hold until after the baby arrives. If, you know, there is a baby.”
Marcos nodded and even Oliver seemed to be agreeing.
“Besides, if nothing else, it can give us some ideas about our wedding,” I said, gesturing at Oliver.
“Hmm, you might want to hold off on that until you see what Mami has in store for us.”
Dinner was delicious, and I was certainly full of myself enough to admit it. Both Oliver and Marcos ate more than one plate, and I paid special attention to force more onto Marcos. All that hospital food couldn’t be satisfying. We were joking and laughing, and eventually moved into the living room. I opened a second bottle of wine for the two of them, and then busied myself with tidying up while they talked. Thoughts of Rob started to creep back into my mind, and I steeled myself before looking at my phone. He hadn’t left any voicemail, hadn’t called again, and there was no text. Maybe it was a mistake, but whatever it was it couldn’t have been that big of a deal if he hadn’t tried to get in touch with me any more than that.
“I’m just really glad all of this means Pedro gets more time,” Marcos said, exhaling.
Oliver looked sympathetic. “I’m glad. It’s not easy what you’re going through.”
They continued talking, and Marcos seemed relieved to have someone to confide in about all the things that were taking place at the hospital. His face lost some of that constant tension around his eyes, the same as today when his mother had agreed to postpone any decision about Pedro until after the baby was born. Oliver tilted his head and leaned in slightly to listen, including his own perspective on this and that, but mostly being a supportive listener. Despite all of his stress and stoicism, Marcos opened up like a flower under the influence of a couple of glasses of wine and Oliver’s general inability not to be absolutely anything other than loveable. It took Marcos some time to open up, but what was underneath was warm and kind and observant.
I watched them together, and for the first time it seemed both of them forgot I was there and became more and more interested in each other. Instead of that unsettling me, it made me think of the moment when, in the last round of my heat, Marcos had kissed Oliver, hot and heavy. I felt the same warm weight in my stomach now as I had then, and it made me crave all of it again.
As Oliver gave a lopsided smile at something Marcos had said, I wondered if Oliver was craving it too, but it felt too bold to ask. Not outright, anyway. I caught Oliver’s stare, and let my gaze drift lazily over to Marcos, sliding up and down his lounging form. God bless Oliver, he understood. He shot me the same smirk he’d given me earlier and took Marcos’s wine glass from him.
“You know, I’ve been doing some research that suggests an omega’s fertility lasts for up to a week after heat,” he said casually.
Marcos chuckled. “Is that so?”
“Yep. And it has also been shown that conception is more successful if there’s continued…supply.” Oliver smiled, and I found myself matching the expression on my face. Oliver gestured for me to come over, and I did without another thought.
“Makes sense,” Marcos agreed, spreading his legs slightly.
“And of course, you did already tell Alverita that Mitch was pregnant. It would be such a shame if we miss the window and have to back track,” Oliver said with false indifference.
I was close enough for either of them, both of them, to reach out and touch me, take me.
Marcos’s smile was full of intent, almost wolfish, and in response I felt every part of me tighten with anticipation.
“Well, then. What are we waiting for?”
12
Oliver
This time felt different. Really different. First, none of us were under the haze of Mitch’s heat, and that made things razor-focused where before they had been hazy, dream-like. There was none of that now as I peeled off piece after piece of Mitch’s clothing. Marcos leaned up against the doorframe to the bedroom, enjoying the view, a faint smile still on his lips. Secondly, there didn’t feel like there was nearly as much pressure. The research was a thing, of course, but still, the stakes weren’t as high now as they were before.
Marcos strolled in slowly, and then tilted Mitch’s head toward him. “Hmm, seems like if you want me to fuck you again, you’re going to need to get me hard.”
“I think I can just manage that,” Mitch replied, pushing Marcos back into our bed, back into the bedsheets that hadn’t quite lost the smell of him yet. He propped himself on his elbows as Mitch followed him onto the bed and began undoing the fly of Marcos’s jeans before shimmying them down Marcos’s narrow hips. I quickly stripped off my shirt and pants, and then crawled up the bed to rest beside him and watch the show.
Mitch was a performer at heart. He loved attention and being admired.
“You have no idea what you’re in for,” I murmured into Marcos’s ear.
“I have some idea,” Marcos said as Mitch pulled down Marcos’s underwear.
I shook my head. “No, you really don’t.”
And he really didn’t. Mitch busied himself teasing and lapping at Marcos’s half-hard cock before taking it into his mouth.
Mitch looked up, pale green eyes full of mischief and more than a little hunger.
I leaned forward the few inches left between us and started trailing kisses up Marcos’s neck.
“His mouth is so soft, so hot. I know what it feels like. How eager he is to suck everything you’ll give him and more. Put your hand in his hair. He likes that.”
Mitch groaned at the description of himself, and Marcos’s mouth dropped open. He did exactly what I’d told him, threading his fingers th
rough Mitch’s red locks, and was rewarded with Mitch growling around Marcos’s cock and taking him in deeper than he had before.
“Oh, god,” Marcos groaned.
“Tell me. Come on. How does he feel around your cock?” I asked.
“So good. So fucking perfect. Fuck.”
Mitch started focusing on slowly bobbing his head up and down, and I continued talking Marcos through it.
“Can you feel his tongue is pressing and teasing at the underside of your cock, teasing the head of it on the way up before he begins sucking you back down to tease at the back of his throat? Look at him. He was made for cock. Loves it. It’s his favorite thing. Well, one of them, anyway.”
Taking what I was saying as suggestion, Mitch took a deep breath through his nose and then lowered his head all the way down. When he pulled back again, Mitch’s eyes were glazed with lust. Marcos’s hips twitched, whether involuntarily or not I didn’t know, but I knew from experience that Mitch wouldn’t have any complaints.
“Is that what you want, Mitch? Want him to fuck your face?”
Mitch groaned again, and Marcos gave a careful thrust forward only to be met with more enthusiastic approval from Mitch.
Before I could say anything else, Marcos leaned forward again and caught my mouth with his, kissing me with sloppy, open mouthed kisses as he thrust in and out of Mitch’s throat. It wouldn’t have been such a turn on but for the fact that I’d never seen Marcos with so little control. He broke off the kiss and moaned. Mitch eased up, and eventually pulled off of Marcos’s cock.
“What is it, Mitch?” I asked.
“I want you both,” Mitch said, voice rough from Marcos’s cock.
“You have us both,” Marcos said, dazed.
“No,” Mitch said. “I want both of you to fuck me at the same time. That’s what I want.”
I’d never imagined it before because it hadn’t ever seemed like an option, not with just the two of us. But now, well, now there weren’t just two of us, were there?
“Fuck, yes,” Marcos moaned.
Mitch was pulling at my boxer-briefs, ripping them off roughly. I’d long since gotten hard just by watching the two of them, but it didn’t stop Mitch from palming my weeping cock and stroking me tightly, just the way I liked it.
Marcos’s eyes were all pupil, his cock still hard and twitching between his legs. It would have been so easy to let go and come all over myself as Marcos’s eyes bored into mine, but I wanted to make Mitch’s fantasy, now my fantasy, come true. I pulled away to grab the lube from the nightstand. Mitch usually didn’t need or like a lot of prep before sex, but this wasn’t just any sex he was asking for. I tossed the bottle at a startled Marcos, and then started kissing and teasing Mitch until he was mewling into my neck. This could have also had something to do with the fact that by now, three of Marcos’s thick fingers were sliding in and out of him at a glacial pace. I stroked Mitch’s cock as Marcos apparently crooked his fingers in just the right way to make Mitch’s eyes roll back in his head. He feebly pushed my hand away.
“Sweetheart, no more. I’ll come.”
“Isn’t that the goal?” Marcos asked, eyebrow arched from his position between Mitch’s pale thighs.
“Not yet it isn’t. I’ve made my demands,” Mitch stated in a flirtatious huff. Someone was enjoying themselves.
“So how do you want to do this, jefe?” Marcos asked Mitch. “You are the boss after all.”
“Not that anyone ever doubted that. Ever,” I said.
Mitch directed us until Marcos was positioned on his back, propped up against the pillows, with Mitch straddling him.
“Put him in me,” Mitch said, looking over his shoulder at me. I didn’t need telling twice, and I watched with rapt fascination as Mitch’s hole stretched around the head of Marcos’s cock as I fed it to him. Mitch sank down quickly, thanks to Marcos’s preparation, and Marcos naturally rested his hands around Mitch’s hips. They were beautiful together. It was impossible not to see it.
“You interested in doing more than just watching?” Mitch asked, voice light.
When I looked up, both Marcos and he were smirking, and I blushed at being caught out. I grabbed the lubricant and slathered my cock in it before coming close to straddle Marcos’s legs right behind Mitch. I didn’t need to ask him if he was sure, I knew Mitch would never have suggested it if he hadn’t wanted this. With that in mind, I carefully guided the head of my cock up the underside of Marcos’s and then into Mitch. The ring of muscle resisted only for a moment before I was sliding slowly into him beside Marcos. Mitch was hotter, tighter than usual, and instead of the soft, muscular give of him surrounding all of me, I also felt the sensation of Marcos’s stiff cock rubbing along my own.
Mitch was trembling. His breathing had gone reedy and shallow. I stole a glance at Marcos to find that, instead of him watching Mitch, he was intensely looking at me. Maybe a week ago I would have only payed attention to Mitch, only focused on his pleasure, but now, I couldn’t. Naturally, I was excited that Mitch was responding so beautifully to having both of us inside him, but now it was also tinged with pleasure that Marcos was looking at me like he wanted to consume me along with Mitch.
Marcos stayed still as I began to rock in and out of Mitch. Slowly at first, and then building speed. It took some coordination, but like before, the three of us found a rhythm, Mitch ruling the tempo as Marcos and I focused on pounding into him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. There was so much to take in. Mitch’s body yielding. The inexplicable combination of soft and hard, alpha and omega all at once. The desperate moans dripping from Mitch’s mouth blending with my own panting and Marcos’s deep groaning. I felt like I was going to fall apart if it lasted any longer. I felt like I never wanted it to end. Marcos’s thick cock was grinding up into Mitch and along mine, and I hung on that suspended edge of extasy, so close to coming I could practically taste it.
Before I had the chance, Mitch gave a gasping garble that might have been words to someone, somewhere, and came. The rippling clench of him was more than enough to pull my orgasm from me, cock twitching over and over as I continued to thrust into him. Marcos tightened his hands on Mitch’s waist as he no doubt felt the hot pulse of me beside him and Mitch around him, and then with one more driving thrust Marcos came too, the feel of it almost too much to my overstimulated cock. We fell down together in a sweaty heap on the bed. No one made any move to get up, and after a few seconds to catch our collective breaths, Marcos surprised me by laughing, softly at first and then growing until I could feel his chest shaking with it. He looked so removed from the worry and concern he usually carried, and just for a second, I got a glimpse into what he must have been like before his brother’s injury.
I didn’t think. I just kissed him, chasing the laughter in his mouth. He rested his hand on my hip as he returned it. As I pulled away I expected confusion or interest or hunger. But what I saw was just amusement, happiness. A little voice inside my head told me I could get used to this. That maybe, as Mitch lazily stretched out between us, I already had.
“Well, I’d say the experiment was a success,” Mitch stated, eyes closed as he basked in contentment, like a lizard on a sun-warmed stone.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Marcos agreed before slowly dragging his fingers through Mitch’s coppery hair. Mitch shivered and butted his head into Marcos’s hand.
“You’re are like a big house cat, aren’t you?” Marcos asked.
“Mmmm, that’s his secret,” I agreed, petting Mitch’s naked shoulder.
“Poorly kept secret,” Mitch mumbled.
“Speaking of secrets… Tell me about this mysterious so-called research,” Marcos said.
“Well, I didn’t make it up. It’s a real thing, I promise.”
“How did you even find that out?” Mitch asked, rolling on his stomach.
I felt my cheeks heating. “Well, I fell down a bit of a research rab
bit hole lately.”
“Oh, I see,” Mitch said, looking over at Marcos. “Once, he told me he was researching vacuums.”
“Obviously riveting,” Marcos replied.
“Mm-hmm. Three hours later I found him on a website for the rise in flesh-eating bacterial infections.”
“Ugh. Can I say on the record that I do not approve of this ganging up?” I said, pouting.
“Hmm, I’d say you were all for it a few minutes ago,” Mitch quipped.
“Anyway… I researched all sorts of pregnancy-related stuff. To make sure we were doing everything right, you know.”
“Well, I’d say at this point if it doesn’t take, there’s nothing left to be done,” Marcos said. He sighed heavily as if remembering something he needed to leave and do. “I should probably go get cleaned up and go.”
My eyes met Mitch’s again just like they had when he’d looked to me to instigate this. That was alright. What Mitch wanted he got, especially when I found myself wanting it, too. “Stay the night. If you want. Our bed is a whole lot more comfortable than a bench at the hospital.”
“That’s right,” Mitch declared, sleepily. “Come on. Stay the night. I’m sure there’s research out there about alpha pheromones and fetal development.”
Marcos looked like he wanted to say no, but he didn’t. Instead, he ran his hand over the soft duvet almost longingly. “Well, a night in a bed does sound pretty fucking amazing.” Marcos seemed to realize what he was saying and immediately started backpedaling. “Or, I mean, I don’t have to. I could sleep on the couch. I don’t want to intrude.”
I laughed. “Nonsense. Come on, we’re all pretty much past that, right?”
Marcos seemed to relax after that. We convinced Mitch to get in the shower before passing out. His legs were still trembling, and I washed him as he mainly cuddled up on Marcos’s chest while he held Mitch up. We stumbled out and eventually crawled back into the bed, Mitch between the two of us. Mitch was sprawled in the middle of the bed, but Marcos was all the way on the other edge, almost afraid to come close enough to be touched.