by D. J. Heart
That he pulled back at the last second has never made a difference to Peter. All that matters is that he lost control, not how fast he regained it.
Chad knows that if it happens again Peter would leave him. Peter would do it for his own good, sure, but he would still do it. Would say he was too dangerous and live the rest of his life alone.
It’s not like Peter doesn’t let him argue. Chad argues all the time. It’s about the tone of the argument. Peter is an alpha that demands respect. Always. It’s one of the things Chad most likes and admires about him. If Peter wasn’t the alpha he was, Chad would never have given his submission so willingly.
But he needs to stop thinking about it. Evan is hanging over his shoulder, tight little body just waiting to be mounted. To be dominated and owned by his alpha. The scent of slick and Peter’s come saturates the air, making Chad’s balls pull up; heavy and full. It’s even worse when he gets in the elevator. The scent of their combined arousal fills the small space, mingling with the scent of sex and spent release.
The elevator takes them down to the parking garage, Chad having no patience to wait for their driver to get the car ready. The ride home is faster than it should be, Evan holding onto the door as Chad speeds through the city with just one thought in his mind. Get Evan home and fuck him.
Parking the car in their reserved space, Chad pulls Evan out of the car and once again hoists him over his shoulder in a fireman carry. It’s hot, making him feel like some kind of cave man taking his captured omega back to his den.
Evan seems to find it just as hot, grinding his crotch into Chad’s chest as he moans wantonly.
“You ready to take my knot?” Chad growls as they wait to reach their floor.
“Yes,” Evan replies right away, voice breathless.
“You gonna be good for me? Gonna let me pound that hot little hole?”
“Yes, alpha. Yes,” Evan moans, grinding his hips down harder. He’s shuddering with arousal, hands running over Chad’s back and down his sides, feeling him up.
The doors open on their floor and Chad runs to the door, cursing when his unsteady hands don’t get the lock open on the first try. His skin feels too tight, not throbbing almost painfully.
The door opens and Chad practically falls inside, slamming it shut behind him. He drops Evan to his feet, falling on the omega and ripping off his clothes in his haste to get the boy naked.
Evan doesn’t object. He lets Chad manhandle him and spin him around, clothes flying in every direction. Chad is in a hurry, breathing hard now that he finally has his omega naked and ready to be mounted. To be fucked and knotted.
But he wants to fuck Evan in his bedroom. On his bed, the scent of him and Peter saturating the sheets. He hoists Evan back up over his shoulders, discarded clothes forgotten on the floor, and runs to the bedroom. Evan makes a squealing, gleeful sound, and Chad hurries. He crashes into the bedroom, heading for the huge, sumptuous bed and throwing his omega down onto the mattress. Evan bounces once, little cock flopping, before Chad pounces.
Evan arches up into Chad’s body, writhing in pleasure as Chad kisses his way down his body. Neck, nipples and down to his taut belly, Chad worships the omega with his tongue until he reaches his hard little cock. A cursory lick before briefly sucking the whole thing into his mouth, and he moves on. He nestles his body down between Evan’s thighs, pushing his legs up over his chest so that his hole is exposed. Chad attacks the sweet little hole with his mouth, the taste of Peter’s spent load on his tongue, mixing perfectly with Evan’s own slick. Chad can’t wait to add his own seed to the mix.
Freshly fucked, Evan doesn’t need any stretching. Chad frees his cock, hand clumsy and eager, and groans when the hard length springs free.
“You ready?” he growls, Evan leaning up over Evan’s body, looking down into his face with lust in his eyes.
“Yeah,” Evan says, nodding as he grabs his legs, holding them up and out of the way. Making it easier for Chad to fuck him. “I want it.”
Chad grabs the base of his cock and aims it at Evan’s greedy hole, pushing in and falling forward all in one go. Evan’s legs are pinned to his chest by Chad’s muscular pecs, his hole filled by Chad’s big cock in one hard thrust.
“Oh,” he says when Chad bottoms out, wonder in his voice. Chad pushes his forehead down against Evan’s face, kissing him as he enjoys the tight clench of his ass. Licking into Evan’s mouth, swallowing his breathy whimpers, Chad feels huge and strong. Like a beast.
“You ready?” he asks, grabbing both of his omega’s shoulders for leverage. Evan is pushed into the mattress, legs pinned between Chad’s arms and under his chest. He’s spread open, completely at Chad’s mercy.
“Yes,” he says, pupils blown wide open. His chest is rising and falling fast, breath coming in rabbit quick little gasps.
Chad grins, pulls his cock almost all the way out, and slams it it. Evan grunts, and before he can draw another breath Chad does it again.
Chad sets up a punishing rhythm, pounding Evan’s sweet little ass as hard and fast as he can. Evan seems to love every second of it, moaning and whining, mouth at one point reaching down to bite at the hand pinning him down; the only part of Chad he can reach.
Chad, sensing that Evan wants to taste him, curls his body down and kisses the boy, still thrusting his cock like a jackhammer. Evan moans into his mouth, kissing him back eagerly.
The kiss is nice, but suddenly Chad feels an extra touch that has his hips stuttering and his knot throb in need. Evan has reached his hands up between them, fingers finding Chad’s sensitive nipples. The omega is squeezing his nipples, rolling them in his fingers and tugging on them gently.
It’s too much. Chad comes, shooting thick ropes of come deep into Evan’s ass. His knot swells up fast, pushing past Evan’s rim one final time before lodging itself tight.
“Fuck!” he grunts, feeling amazing. His cock shoots load after load of sweet seed into his omega’s ass, the boy still playing with his nipples; squeezing them just right.
After about a minute Chad has mostly stopped shooting, but the squeeze on his knot is still intense and wonderful. He pulls his chest up, Evan’s legs spread out on either side of him, hanging off his knot, and notices that his abs are wet. Looking down he sees that Evan has come too, shooting his little load as Chad knotted him.
It’s hot as hell. Chad grins, leaning down for a pleased kiss. When he pulls back Evan is breathless, grinning wide and sleepy, looking utterly relaxed and content.
Chad picks him up and spins him around until Evan is nestled into the curve of his body, the drag on his knot making him wince in pleasure. He holds the omega tight, lifting his leg and draping it over the boy’s thighs as he pins an arm over his chest.
“That was good,” he says, laughing. He feels high as a kite.
“Yeah,” Evan says, sounding just as satisfied.
“We should do that all the time,” Chad says and rolls a little, pinning Evan with half his body. He likes being curled around the omega, both shielding him from the world and making sure the boy knows just who he belongs to.
“All the time,” Evan agrees.
Evan grabs his arm, startling him, pulling it higher over his chest, holding on to him. He lays his head down on Chad’s bicep, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.
Chad just grins, letting the omega go to sleep.
***
It’s been three days and Evan is feeling pretty great. Chad and Peter fuck him several times a day - keeping him satisfied and happy - but they also talk to him. They listen to what he has to say, and it’s the most amazing thing Evan has ever experienced.
His fears of being an ornament, something to be brought out and played with, have not come true - and he’s so thankful and happy he can hardly believe it’s real.
So obviously, after sitting down for breakfast with Chad and Peter and discussing where he wants to go to art school - can you believe that? - is when the first real damper on his happy new
relationship glow appears.
Peter has told him to look at the different school websites to get an idea of which one might suit him best, handing him Chad’s laptop.
“Have you used a computer before?” he asks, Evan putting the feather light machine on his lap. He nods, though the machines they had at the center were ancient desktops, and something tells him that Peter’s internet will allow him to look at things that aren’t the omega network.
So though he’s never had access to the full internet, Evan knows how it works. In theory.
“Just let me know if you need any help,” Peter says. He’s written down the addresses for the websites Evan is supposed to be looking at, so Evan doesn’t see how he could mess up. But it’s still nice that Peter is willing to help him.
He feels excited. He does a little wiggle to get comfortable, scooting back in the couch and opening the computer. There are butterflies in his stomach, the future seeming full of possibility. He’s never even considered that drawing is something he could go to school for - that he could go to school at all, really - and now that it’s an option on the table he feels practically giddy with delight.
Peter smiles, clearly pleased with how happy he is. The alpha has his own laptop open, fingers flying over the keyboard so fast that Evan is left flabbergasted.
Evan takes his list, starting with the first school Peter has written down. The Obrey Art Institute. He moves the cursor to the address bar and starts typing, carefully clicking down on the letter O. He’s surprised when a whole address pops up in the address bar, the letters after O all highlighted.
OmegaBitchesInHeat.com
Evan stares at the address for a minute, heart hammering. Looking at Peter out of the corner of his eye and finding him immersed in his work, Evan hits enter. He knows he shouldn’t, but he’s curious.
The page loads right away. Black background and big red text; the site’s name printed over a picture of an omega’s rear end. It’s shocking. The omega has been tied up, body put on display so that his gaping ass is staring at the camera. Slick is leaking from his hole, the puffy red rim of his ass looking wrecked.
Evan scrolls down, seeing row after row of thumbnail images that seem to link to videos. Each thumbnail picture features a tied up omega, all of them clearly in heat. Some of the pictures also have alphas in them, muscular and pumped, cruel grins stretching their mouths wide as they grab their cocks by the base to showcase their huge knots.
Evan looks to the top of the page, noticing for the first time that he’s logged into the site, the user name ChadStud12 displayed prominently in the top right corner.
Evan doesn’t know what to think. Being sold to a porn company or an omega house is what every omega dreads. Being used by alpha after alpha, never bonding properly, until you’ve been used up and there’s nothing left… It’s a death sentence, if a slow one.
Evan scrolls down further, the list of videos seemingly endless. He stops suddenly, doing a double take, shocked to see someone he recognizes. Joshua, a boy a few years his senior who had lived at the center, stares back at him from the picture on the third row down from the left. His eyes are glazed over and lifeless, his body suspended from the ceiling with his arms bound tight behind his back. An alpha stands over him with a whip, grinning happily.
Joshua had been a quiet boy, and too old to play with Evan, but still… Evan knows him. Had said goodbye when he went to live with his new alpha… It’s a terrible feeling.
He’s about to click on the video when Peter suddenly asks, “Are you OK?”
Evan jerks his head up in surprise, link left unclicked. He had completely forgotten about Peter being there.
“Y-yes,” he says, nodding his head. Peter narrows his eyes. Evan closes the browser quickly, Peter still studying him intently.
“Which school are you looking at?”
Evan can’t remember what school he had started to type the address to, so he looks down at the paper Peter gave him.
“The Obrey Art Institute,” he says, swallowing loudly. He wonders what Peter would do if he found out that Evan had looked at porn. If he would be mad or not care.
“OK. Let me know if you need help, OK? There’s nothing wrong with asking for help when you need it.” Peter still looks suspicious, but he hasn’t demanded that Evan show him the laptop.
“I will,” Evan says, opening the browser again. He types in the full address for the Obrey Art Institute, the OmegaBitchesInHeat address disappearing as soon as he types the letter B.
He feels shaky and nauseous, but the feeling fades as he forces himself to pay attention to the school website, clicking on their mission statement before moving on to read about the different classes they offer.
The Obrey Art Institute sounds amazing, and as he keeps researching, so does every other school on the list. Evan wants to go to them all.
The fact that every time he started typing something in the address bar a porn site is the suggested link is something he’s not sure what to think of.
Maybe Chad doesn’t know how bad omegas in porn have it? How awful it must be, to never find a partner to settle your heat? He knows that alphas don’t have that problem. That they can have as many omegas as they want without ill effect. Maybe Chad thinks it’s like that for omegas too?
He decides not to think about it. So Chad isn’t perfect… nobody is. And it’s not Evan’s place to judge Chad, anyway. Not only does Chad have the right to look at as much porn he wants, he and Peter could sell Evan to one of the porn companies if they wanted. Could do anything to him.
Evan is lucky that Peter and Chad are nice to him. It’s not something he should take for granted, so he certainly isn’t going to rock the boat by getting mad about something Chad has every right to be doing.
Even if it disappoints him.
Forcing his mind off Chad and his browsing habits, Evan goes back to reading about the different offerings available to him. He’s got a tab open for each school, switching between them and comparing, trying to form an opinion he can share with Peter.
It’s a challenge, but one he relishes.
***
Chad takes a quick shower once he’s finished working out, dressing in a pair of loose sweats and a tight tee that shows off his pecs beautifully. He flexes in the mirror, posing and admiring himself, giving his cock a few pumps just to see it bulge through his sweats.
Walking into his room he looks around for his computer, not finding it anywhere. He heads out.
“Have you seen my laptop?” he asks Peter, walking into the living room. He stops in his tracks, seeing Evan sitting in the couch opposite Peter with his computer in his lap.
Shit.
“Evan is borrowing it,” Peter says. Evan looks up, and yup… he’s seen the porn. The look on his face, just a second before he covers it up, is pure judgment.
“He’s looking at schools. Do you need it right now?”
Chad doesn’t really. Since Evan came to live with them he hasn’t looked at porn once, and so his home laptop has gone largely untouched. He’d just wanted to check some scores, but it’s nothing pressing.
Why the fuck is Peter letting Evan borrow his computer, though? Computers are private. You don’t just let people borrow them all willy nilly… Of course, it probably hasn’t even occurred to Peter that Chad’s laptop is a veritable cesspool of pornography. He just hopes to God that Evan hasn’t gone looking through his folders…
“No, not really,” he sits down next to Evan, taking a look at the monitor. There’s nothing incriminating that Chad can see, but then he hadn’t expected there to be. He relaxes back, hoping this isn’t going to bite him in the ass.
“Have you found a school you like?” he asks, grabbing the computer off Evan’s lap. Evan lets it go reluctantly and Chad grins at him. “Sorry, I just want to check something,” he says, doing a quick delete of all his history, saved searches and stored addresses in his browser before handing the machine back to the omega.
“I like this one,” Evan says, pointing to the screen. “It’s called the Obrey Art Institute. They seem to have the best program for drawing… or at least I think they do?” Evan looks to Peter as though he has the answer.
Chad snorts. Peter has all the artistic talent of a wet towel. He hates art, finding most artists pretentious and silly. It’s funny to see him being so supportive of Evan. Sweet, even. Chad smiles to himself. Peter is many things, but sweet is seldom one of them.
“I’ll have Logan look into it, but it’s your choice.” Peter says and closes his laptop, apparently done working for the day. They’d won the Enricorp contract, and Peter has handed the account over to Topher, and he and Chad have spent the past two days working from home.