by Aiden Bates
Now, there was nothing in my field of view but Mitch above me and Oliver behind Mitch. Oliver snaked his arm across Mitch’s chest and used his other hand to pull Mitch’s chin up into a kiss.
“Fuck me,” I whispered as the two incredibly hot omegas made out with each other within arm’s length of me. This was the kind of thing you saw in porn, this was every alpha’s crazy fantasy, and it was happening on my goddamn lap.
As Mitch kissed Oliver, he moved his hand to my groin until he found what he was searching for and had completely encircled my cock. I hissed in pleasure as Mitch slowly began pumping his hand up and down, using his thumb to tease at the very sensitive spot underneath the head of my cock. Finally, Mitch and Oliver pulled apart from each other, and then Mitch pressed one soft, sweet little kiss to Oliver’s mouth.
“Be a dear, won’t you?” he asked Oliver. I didn’t fully understand what Oliver was supposed to be a dear about, but Oliver must have because he kissed Mitch’s forehead and headed out of the living room.
“Where’s he— Ah!” I gasped as Mitch stroked and pulled at my cock harder.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Mitch said. “He’ll be back soon enough.”
I wasn’t worrying, not with the way he was using the pad of his thumb on me. Mitch pulled his hand away from me completely without warning and I groaned in protest, but quickly changed my tune when he slowly brought his hand up to his mouth and started to individually pop each one of the fingers of his right hand into his mouth, sometimes sucking them, sometimes licking them. He then licked a long stripe onto his palm before returning it to my cock, pulling me in long strokes that made me throw my head back against the couch cushions and made my hips jerk up into his grip.
“Stop that,” I said, not at all wanting him to stop. “You’re gonna make me buck you off.”
“Really?” Mitch asked. “You don’t think I can hold on if I have to? This isn’t my first time at the rodeo, you know.” He smiled, squeezing his thighs together around my legs for emphasis, a motion which put me in mind of being squeezed tightly in other places. “You wouldn’t buck me off, anyway. You want me near you.”
God, he was right. He was so…full of life, full of warmth, full of sweetness, full of everything that had completely drained out of my life. I was drawn to him like a moth fluttering around a lightbulb. However much I got of him, I wanted, needed more.
“Yeah,” I said roughly, reaching to stroke his cheek and to run my thumb around his jawline in admiration of how beautiful he was. “Yeah, I do.” I was unable to lie or hide what I felt in that moment.
Just then, Oliver padded back from wherever he’d gone off to, wearing only his underwear. I thought I saw Mitch cup a hand behind his back, which Oliver must have put something into. When Mitch pulled his hand back around, it was completely slicked in a glossy, thick liquid, which he proceeded to rub all over my cock. He slid his hand up and down, the lube removing all friction while he gripped me with just the right pressure. Oliver then grasped Mitch’s cock and repeated the same motions Mitch was doing to me. I moaned, and Mitch moaned, and Oliver moaned to see us enjoy ourselves.
But things felt uneven. Even if Oliver genuinely got off seeing Mitch have a good time with me, it felt unfair to leave him out, so I put my hand on Oliver’s hand around Mitch’s cock and squeezed it gently. Oliver stopped what he was doing and looked down at me over Mitch’s shoulder. Mitch sensed something was happening and stopped stroking me, too. Both omegas looked down at me with a question in their eyes, which made me feel like, suddenly I was running this scene.
Well, that was great, actually. Perfect.
I removed my hand from Oliver’s, and pulled Mitch toward me.
“Ready when you are,” I said to Mitch, who took me up on my invitation almost immediately. He inched forward, supported by Oliver who now stood in between my calves and directly behind Mitch. Grabbing my cock to hold it in place, Mitch raised himself up on his knees and slowly, slowly looked me in the eyes as he lowered himself down onto my cock, letting me slide into him until I was completely buried inside him.
He groaned once I filled him completely, and I swallowed hard, struggling to do anything as the feeling of being completely enveloped in Mitch threatened to overwhelm me. But I had to stay in control. I had an idea in mind, after all, so I gritted my teeth and forced myself to talk.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I said to Mitch, putting my hands around his hips to help guide him. Mitch hummed happily as he began to push against the couch and against my shoulders, rolling his hips as he slid up and down on my cock.
“Oliver,” I said, softly. Oliver had continued stroking Mitch in time with the downward sway of Mitch’s hips, but at hearing his name, he once again looked up over Mitch’s shoulder and locked eyes with me. “Oliver, tell him how beautiful he is. He is beautiful, isn’t he?”
Oliver understood what I had in mind because he wet his lips then licked a long stripe up Mitch’s neck and slightly under his jawline. “Who? Mitch?” Oliver asked, a little playfully.
Mitch made a soft noise in response, but Oliver only chuckled darkly and once again, licked another stripe along Mitch’s sensitive neck. “When I first got together with Mitch, I couldn’t stop running my hands over his smooth, porcelain white skin, or marvel at the way his lithe muscles flowed as he moved. But what captured my heart was the light in his eyes when he smiles, the cheeky grin he offers just before he says something dirty in my ear, the love he gives others when they need it most. Mitch is incredibly beautiful, inside and out. He’s perfect in every way.”
Mitch groaned loudly at hearing the way Oliver talked about him.
“Yeah,” I said, sharing a smile with Oliver. “He’s exactly like that, and I love seeing him like this, moaning, begging, desperate to please me even as he’s chasing his own pleasure.”
Mitch groaned again, and on the upswing I tightened my hold on his hips and pushed him down hard. Mitch grunted, but let himself be manipulated, grinding his hips to meet my thrust up into him.
“Did you know he liked that?” Oliver asked me. “He likes to hear how pretty he is. He likes to hear about what a good job he’s doing. He likes being the center of attention.”
“He is,” I said, as I continued to roll Mitch’s hips into mine. “He’s the center of everything. Look at us both, all wrapped up in you, Mitch. Oliver can’t keep his hands off of you and I can’t keep my eyes off you. Look at you. You’re perfect and you’re being so good.”
“Keep being good for him, sweetheart. That’s it,” Oliver said, almost whispering it into Mitch’s ear. “I can’t wait to feel you come in my hands. I can’t wait to see you come all over me and Marcos, both of us. I bet Marcos can’t wait to feel you tense around him when you finish, baby.”
As Oliver was saying that, Mitch really did tense around me, which made pushing into him that much harder, brought Mitch crashing down onto me that much deeper, and finally dragged a long, shuddering series of cries out of Mitch’s throat.
“Oh my god,” Mitch said panting, “Oh my god. I’m going to, I’m going to, I’m going to…”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Oliver said as he started stroking faster on Mitch’s cock and I presumed his own. “That’s right. Show us. Come for us and show us how much you love this.”
Mitch lowered his head and suddenly froze while he was completely impaled on me. Instead of rolling his hips, they were shaking on their own without his having any control of them. He wasn’t moving it all, he just tensed and shook as he screamed and gasped and clawed at my chest. Oliver was also on the verge of coming, obvious by the way he rested his forehead on Mitch’s shoulder and muffled his moans into Mitch’s skin. For my part, I just held Mitch in place while Oliver finished him off, until finally, with one last moan, Mitch slumped forward. He was spurting onto Oliver’s hand and my belly, and all of his muscles seemed to be seizing and relaxing. Hearing them both cry out and seeing them collapse, exhausted, was all I needed befo
re I was bucking frantically into a limp, flexible Mitch until I exploded, emptying completely inside Mitch.
The three of us sat in place where we were, panting, not saying a word as we each tried to catch our breaths and come back down from an intense high.
“Bed,” Oliver eventually said when Mitch had sank into my chest. Mitch stayed on his knees for a few seconds, almost like he was too worn out to move. Or, maybe if I let myself be cocky for a second, like he had forgotten how to move. I gently lifted him off my lap, and Oliver helped him walk down the hallway into the bedroom, both sort of shaky as they went. I took a few seconds to recover and to clean myself off as best as I could before finding the strength in my legs to get up and join them.
When I walked into the bedroom, Mitch and Oliver were in the middle of the bed. I crawled onto the bed in the space between them and let myself sink into the soft mattress. As soon as I was on my back, Mitch rolled toward me, settling in the crook of my arm. Oliver, unlike Mitch, kept a few inches of distance between us as he recovered.
Basically, Mitch had no boundaries and Oliver was trying to respect my private bubble of personal space even after everything we’d done together. Neither of them were really looking at me, but the differences and the similarities between them made me smile to myself. Still, it felt a little silly to have those few inches between us now. I readjusted slightly making Mitch groan in protest, but it allowed me to thrust my right arm under Oliver. I couldn’t get too much leverage laying down and halfway trapped under Mitch as I was, but I started trying to both pull and roll Oliver closer to me. Oliver glanced over at me, and almost as soon as he realized I wanted him nearer to me, he rolled himself over and found the same spot under my right arm that Mitch had found under my left.
Mitch moved his head slightly, and I guessed he’d cracked his eyes open to look at Oliver. Almost simultaneously, both Oliver and Mitch stretched out their hands over my chest. They laced fingers together and let the knot that their hands formed rest right below where my ribcage ended.
So, there we lay, with me snuggling each of them, both of them holding each other’s hands. The position felt complete, interconnected, kind of like a real-life representation of how our lives together were starting to look. For the first time in years, I felt comfortable and at home someplace outside of the hospital. After three years of serving at my post by Pedro’s side, I didn’t regret a single moment, but I felt myself settling in easily to the idea of my new family.
A dumb idea occurred to me out of nowhere and the ridiculousness of it made me snort softly to myself.
“Mm?” Oliver’s tone was deeper than it usually was, like he’d been just about to doze off.
“Nothing,” I said, embarrassed.
“What?” Mitch asked, moving his and Oliver’s hand up and letting them fall down again on my chest playfully. “Tell us.”
I shook my head and let myself smirk a little. “I’m lying in bed with a fucking gorgeous, naked, sweaty omega under each arm.”
“Okay?” Mitch said, questioningly. “Obviously. And? What’s funny?”
“Nah, I was just thinking,” I said, pausing to kiss the top of Mitch’s head first and then Oliver’s. “Pedro’s going to be mad jealous when he wakes up.”
The next morning, Oliver and I were both getting ready to leave the house at the same time. I was getting ready to visit Pedro in the hospital while Oliver was getting ready for work. As he demanded an opportunity to give himself another once-over before leaving, I side-stepped out of the bathroom and decided to brush my teeth in the kitchen sink. When I seized my chance to run into the bathroom and shave as quickly as possible, Oliver traded places with me in the kitchen, packing lunch for both of us and making coffee. We were still perfecting the complicated dance that morning routines were going to be, but little by little, I felt like I was learning the steps.
“Have a good day,” I said, kissing him right before he left.
“Hm. I’ll try, but with you and Mitch both staying home I doubt my day will be as good as yours. Try to get something done, okay? Like, research cribs a little bit? Maybe?” Oliver asked after he’d kissed me back and was heading out the door.
I laughed and thought he wasn’t exactly wrong. I was planning to go to the hospital, to look in on Pedro, then come home to Mitch and start researching baby stuff. That was my plan, anyway. Aside from going to the hospital, I didn’t have too much else scheduled for the day. Knowing Mitch, however, he’d have plans. Plans of the good kind. And the other thing I was learning was that what Mitch planned, Mitch usually got.
With Mitch in mind, I figured I’d return the favor I’d gotten over and over again during the past few weeks and make Mitch breakfast before I left. To make sure I had time to do it, I decided to check in on him. I cracked the door open as quietly as I possibly could to avoid waking him up if he really was still sleeping. Instead of finding him curled up on his side, Mitch was sitting up in bed, hugging his knees close.
“Morning, stranger,” Mitch said with a smile. “I figured you’d be gone by now.”
“I was going to leave soon,” I answered with my own smile. God, that still felt like a weird expression on my face. Until Mitch and Oliver, when was the last time I’d smiled? It had probably been over three years since I’d genuinely smiled at someone and meant it. “Thought I’d make you breakfast first, though.”
“Really?” Mitch asked, with a long yawn and an even longer stretch. “I thought we’d just pick something up on the way.”
“On the way where? You wanting to go shopping right now?”
“Nooo…” Mitch said with just a hint of humor in his voice, like he thought it was funny he’d have to explain this to me. “On the way to the hospital, of course.”
I frowned a little, and no doubt looked confused. “You want to come with me?”
“Well, yeah. I should meet the rest of the family, don’t you think? If that’s alright, of course.”
Yeah. Yeah, it was alright. Really, it was better than alright. “Of course it’s alright. It’s just…most people don’t like visiting with us. Creeps people out sometimes, if I’m being honest.”
Mitch shook his head at the stupidity of other people. He didn’t say anymore, but he shifted toward the edge of the bed and planted his feet on the ground before stretching again.
“Chicken biscuits on the way,” he told me more than asked as he got up and started looking for clothes. “Hospital food always sucks, and I imagine that hospital breakfast is especially bad. Fifteen minutes and I’ll be ready.”
“Yeah, there’s a reason I started living out of vending machines,” I agreed. “Copy that on chicken biscuits. And our ETD being in fifteen minutes,” I said, teasing him before I shut the door to give him his privacy.
Almost an hour and a half later we were actually at the hospital. Even that was different these days. If someone in the old days—the days pre Mitch and Oliver—had told me they’d be ready in fifteen minutes, and had taken upward of half an hour, and that had made me late to see Pedro, I couldn’t have imagined being anything but low-key annoyed with them. But I’d been leaving Pedro alone for longer stretches and feeling less and less guilty about it every day, so what might have been a pressure point before, now turned into a lazy drive with breakfast included before we actually got up to see Pedro in his room.
Debbie, who was usually on rotation this time of day, greeted me with a little surprise that I wasn’t already there to greet her in the morning, which is how it usually worked. She still updated me on his condition—stable—and whether there had been any changes overnight—there hadn’t been—just as she always had throughout the time we’d been doing this. It’s just that usually these were updates about things I had missed when I had passed out from exhaustion on my chair, not when I’d been literally absent overnight. After all, I’d never really had anywhere to be overnight before now.
Once she was done with the morning’s routine, I moved closer to Pedro’s bedsi
de as Mitch introduced himself to Debbie. I always trusted the report the nurses gave me, and, unlike Mami, I never thought I knew better than the professionals. Still, it always made me feel better to just watch him breathe. Maybe just to convince myself that even if he was quiet and still, he was still with us somehow. Sometimes I spent hours watching him breathe while I thought of what we’d do when he got up, what we’d do if he didn’t get up, what things were like before, anything and everything actually. I’d watch him and think until we were breathing in time together, and then hours later I’d realize I’d spent the whole afternoon like that, under a kind of spell.
I watched him now, losing track of where the minutes went. I didn’t zone out too long because Mitch was still talking to Debbie, but they were no longer chit-chatting like folks trying to be polite. Instead, Debbie was telling Mitch some kind of story about her baby’s father and Mitch was rubbing her arm soothingly in response.
God, he just had one of those faces. I’d noticed in the last few weeks that, regardless of where we were, strangers introduced themselves to Mitch and told him their life stories. You couldn’t take him anywhere without someone deciding they were best friends with Mitch.
Mitch caught me watching him and smiled. Debbie quickly apologized and grabbed her chart. “Bye, Marcos. Thanks for everything, Mitch!”
The door clicked closed behind Debbie, and then Mitch joined me at Pedro’s bedside.
“What’s she thanking you for?” I asked
“Oh, you know. Sometimes people just need someone to talk to. Someone to listen. Alpha baby drama. You know how it goes. Or maybe you don’t. But that is how it goes sometimes.”
“Yeah,” I agreed with a sarcastic smile. “Shitty alpha baby daddies, am I right?”
“Yeah, they’re like the worst,” Mitch answered. He wasn’t looking at me—he was also watching Pedro breathe—but he answered with a smile that told me he caught the joke. “But, you’re ruining it.” Mitch looked up at me for a split second. “You haven’t said anything yet, have you? You haven’t had the chance to tell him.”