by D. J. Heart
Chad sits down in front of his computer, firing it up as he forces himself to put thoughts of Evan aside.
A series of well-wishers come by over the course of the morning and afternoon, congratulating him and wishing him and Peter the best, but mostly it’s like any other day.
Well, except for the rush to complete their presentation for Enricorp.
Chad is good at what he does, though, so he doesn’t worry. Peter is the one who has to convince the Enricorp representatives that Tank Security is the right fit for them. As long as Chad does his part well, he’s not going to stress.
***
As lunch approaches, Chad gets more and more antsy. His fingers fly impatiently over the keyboard as he counts down the time until he can reunite with his omega.
“Hey, have you finished polishing your report?” Topher asks, poking his head into Chad’s office. The alpha’s tie is loose, but the rest of him is impeccable.
“Mostly, you?”
“Yeah. Just sent it off to Elisabeth. Who do you think Peter will put in charge of the account?”
Chad gives his friend a droll stare. Peter does not confide such things to him, keeping their relationship as boss and employee and as mates strictly separate—and Toph knows it.
“I know, I know.” Topher laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. “But I hope I get it. I’ve worked my ass off on this thing…”
Chad nods, waiting for Topher to get to the point. He’s checking his work for mistakes though he knows he won’t find any. Still, being Peter’s mate means that his work has to be without reproach. It was easier when he was doing actual mercenary work, his enthusiasm and need to be perfect genuine, but now he’s just going through the motions.
If Peter weren’t his boss, he’d quit.
“Anyway. You getting lunch with us?”
And there it is. Chad looks up and smiles, shaking his head. “No thanks, I’m eating with Peter and Evan today.”
Topher nods like he’d expected nothing less. “I figured. We’re heading out in half an hour. I’ll see you later.”
“You too.”
Topher leaves the office, and when Chad looks at the watch, it’s almost time to take the elevator up to Peter’s floor. The report is as perfect as it’s ever going to get.
Fuck it. He sends his work to Elizabeth, the head of client management, and logs off his computer. He stands up and stretches, making his way to the door. Peter won’t mind if he’s a little early.
***
Peter’s office is large and intimidating, a tall steel desk without a hint of clutter dominating the room. There is no chair that Evan can see.
Peter takes off his coat, hanging it on a coat rack by the door, holding his hand out for Evan’s jacket. Shrugging it off his shoulders, Evan hands the jacket over to the alpha. Peter gives his tight fitted shirt a glance that lasts just a second too long, smiling a little to himself before heading over to his desk.
“Have you thought more about what you would like to do with your life?” Peter asks, not looking at Evan as he turns on his computer. Evan feels ambushed, the question catching him completely off guard.
He must take too long to answer, because Peter’s head turns to him, his expression stern.
“I don’t…” Evan doesn’t know what to say. Has never, in his whole life, been asked anything like this. How could he possibly know?
“What do you enjoy doing?” Peter asks, giving Evan his full attention.
Evan thinks back to his sketchpads and hours spent drawing the world around him, trying to catch it at different angles—watching it change depending on the light, the angle or even just his mood.
“I like to draw,” he says, not sure if it’s the right answer.
“You do?” Peter seems surprised. Blushing, Evan ducks his head and nods.
“Is that something you would like to pursue?” Evan looks up sharply, not sure he understands. He must be signaling his confusion pretty clearly though because Peter walks away from his desk and takes his hand. He’s pulled in close, the scent of alpha enveloping him. Peter takes his neck, letting go of his wrist and putting his hand on Evan’s chest.
It’s intense. Peter holds him tight, big hands making him feel safe and relaxed. It’s like Peter has immersed him in heavy liquid, his limbs loose and weightless.
“Just relax. Tell me about how you like to draw,” Peter’s voice is right by his ear, deep and warm like honey, seeping into his skin and continuing down into his flesh. Its vibrations shake the very foundation of his bones. How could he not do as Peter asks?
“I like drawing,” Evan says, smiling. Peter’s dominance is like sinking into a warm bath; relaxing and making him feel sleepy. He’s almost drunk with it.
“I know. What do you like about it?” Peter’s thumb is massaging him, pressing into his shoulder and making him feel good, his palm still cradling Evan’s neck.
“It’s like… It makes me happy,” Evan says, grinning up at Peter. Peter makes him happy too. Peter is nice, even if he is stern and intimidating.
Evan wants to kiss him.
“Is there anything else that makes you happy? Your classes? Your friends?”
“You do,” Evan says, smiling happily and leaning into Peter’s body, seeking out his warmth. “You and Chad. He’s like a puppy, and you’re like a guard dog that takes care of him.”
Peter laughs, the abrupt sound startling Evan out of the warm haze that has enveloped him. He looks up at Peter, a frown marring his face. Peter is grinning, though, so he goes back to relaxing and being happy in his hands.
“Would you like to spend today practicing your drawing?” Peter asks, still grinning. It’s the first pure smile Evan has seen the alpha wear. All his other smiles have been proud, hungry, or tinged with arousal. This one is just happy.
“OK,” Evan says, nodding. It would be nice to have a distraction. Something familiar. Peter gives him a steady look, nodding to himself.
The alpha slides the hand on Evan’s neck down to his back, pressing his chest firmly between his palms before letting go of Evan’s body. Evan remains standing, the hazy cloud of mellow submission dissipating slowly. He misses Peter’s warmth.
“Logan, I need some paper and pencils in here,” Peter says, voice sounding far away. Frowning, Evan turns to him. Why is his alpha all the way over there?
Peter lifts his finger off a button on his phone, finished talking, and a few seconds later a young man enters the room. The new arrival gives Evan a curious but discrete one over, placing a stack of paper and a box of pencils on Peter’s desk.
Peter picks up the box of pencils and pulls one out. It’s long and think, the tip virgin sharp. He takes the pencil and stack of paper, handing them to Evan.
“Will these be OK?”
“Yes, thank you,” Evan says. The pencil is perfect, and he’s worked with worse paper. “What should I draw?”
Logan tilts his head questioningly, and when Peter shakes his head that he doesn’t need anything else, leaves. The interaction has the ring of two people who know each other well.
“What do you usually draw?” Peter asks. They’re alone again, and Evan feels almost back to his usual self. It’s scary how easy it is for Peter to cloud his head and put him into an omega state. How willingly Evan goes down.
“People, things I think are pretty… anything, really.” Evan feels silly, telling Peter this. Like a child telling his parent what he likes to do in school.
“You may draw what you like, as long as you show it to me after,” Peter says. He walks over to the closet and pulls an enormous pillow out of the lowest shelf, carrying it over to the corner of the room behind his desk.
“You can sit here,” Peter says, dropping the pillow on the floor. It looks fluffy and comfortable, almost big enough that Evan could lie down on it. “Or you can stand at my desk… though it might be a little high for you. It’s your choice.”
Evan takes his pencil and his paper and slides down on th
e pillow. It’s sinfully soft but firm enough to provide him plenty of comfort. He does a little wiggle to get comfortable, looking up at Peter between him and the door. The position makes him feel safe.
“That’s good,” Peter says, standing over him, impossibly tall. “If you need anything, tell me, but don’t disturb me as I work. Do you understand?” Peter gives him another of those stern, impossible to disobey looks. Not that Evan wants to disobey.
“Yes, sir,” Evan says, wondering how Peter imagines Evan might be tempted to interrupt him. Peter nods and smiles, the facial contortion forced and greatly appreciated, turning to his computer and leaving Evan to get settled.
A few minutes later and Evan is sitting comfortably, pencil ready on the first page. Looking around the room for inspiration, Evan suddenly knows what he wants to draw. Peter’s ass. It’s right in front of his face, and it’s beautiful. Firm and muscular, suit making the round curve look amazing.
Tongue poking out between his teeth, nose scrunched up in concentration, Evan starts sketching.
***
Chad opens the door to Peter’s office without knocking, the alpha looking up sharply to see who would dare enter his domain so casually. When he sees Chad, the tension leaves his body, and he diverts his attention back to the computer.
Chad, however, isn’t interested in Peter. His eyes travel over to the corner of the room, landing on Evan where he sits on the floor, shielded from the door by Peter’s body. Evan has also looked up, and the smile on his face as he sees Chad makes him feel amazing.
“You’re early,” Peter says, sounding displeased. Chad ducks his head, but he doesn’t leave. He closes the door behind him, waiting for permission to enter the room. Peter sighs, but it’s not angry. Chad has come to know all of Peter’s tells, and he knows that right now Peter is amused more than anything.
“Sit with Evan. We’re leaving in half an hour.”
Chad grins, walking around Peter’s desk to drop down on the floor next to the omega. He lets Evan keep his pillow, but he does grab him around the middle and pull him closer. Evan laughs but scoots over willingly.
“What are you doing?” Chad whispers, looking at the stack of papers Evan has put on the floor on the other side of the pillow. Evan looks startled, blushing as he tries to push the papers further away.
“Just drawing… Peter said it was OK.”
Chad grins, curious to see what their little omega has drawn that he’s trying to hide. He leans over Evan’s body, grabbing the papers before righting himself. Evan blushes something fierce, fingers jerking as though he wants to snatch the drawings back.
Chad turns the stack of papers over and, on seeing what Evan has drawn, laughs.
Peter’s ass is staring back at him from the page, and as he flips through the pages, he sees it again and again. Peter’s ass filling the whole page, Peter’s whole back as he’s standing in front of his desk. Peter’s profile, body twisted so that his ass is featured prominently…
It seems like their omega is an ass man.
But other than the choice of subject, the drawings are good. Chad never would have suspected they were done by an omega. It’s impressive, really. He looks over at Evan, the omega looking mortified.
“These are good,” he says, giving Evan’s head a rub. “And I really like your subject.”
Evan smiles a little, but his face is still beet red. Chad looks up and sees that Peter is staring at them.
“Show me,” Peter says, holding out his hand. Chad hands the drawings over, grinning. Peter takes them, flipping through the pages with just a hint of a smile curving his lip.
“These are very good, Evan. I’m impressed,” Peter says, handing the drawings back to Chad. He’s pleased, Chad can tell, with the evidence of Evan’s attraction. “Now both of you be quiet while I finish my work.”
Chad zips his mouth, leaning back against the wall. It’s wonderful, to be sitting there with his omega cuddled up against his shoulder, his alpha standing between them and the world. Perfect, really.
***
Evan has his head turned; nose pushed into the fabric of Chad’s shirt as his head rests on the alpha’s powerful bicep. He’s breathing in through his nose, Chad’s scent heady and delicious. It’s enough to make his hole feel empty with need, his cock pressing against the fly of his pants in a desperate attempt to escape.
He needs to be fucked.
“All right, let’s go,” Peter says, walking towards the door. Chad stands too, and if he hadn’t been so quick, Evan would have toppled right over.
“I’ve got you,” Chad says with a laugh, gripping Evan’s upper arm tight before grabbing him under the arms and hoisting him up. The manhandling goes straight to Evan’s cock, making him whine low in his throat.
“Peter…” Chad says, but all Evan can focus on is how Chad is holding him away from his body.
“What?” Peter asks from the door. He’s slipped on his coat, looking tall and intimidating. Evan wants him.
“Apparently fucking him this morning wasn’t enough to tide him over until tonight… He’s going into heat again.”
Chad’s hands grip Evan tight, holding him up so that he’s standing on his toes, most of his weight supported by Chad’s big mitts. Being held is good, but being held so far away is not. Chad’s arms should be crushing him close, not lifting him away.
Evan watches as Peter shrugs off his coat and hangs it back up, walking over to his phone. He picks it up and holds it to his ear. “I need food. Knock and leave it by the door when it gets here,” he says, hanging up without waiting for a reply. He then toes off his shoes, unbuttoning his shirt before undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his muscular thighs.
He’s magnificent. Big and tall, strong as hell and exuding dominance. Evan forgets about Chad, watching Peter get naked with wide eyes.
“Undress him,” Peter orders, the size of his pupils and the bulge of his cock straining his briefs the only signs of his arousal. Chad, breathing hard, stands frozen, gives his head a little shake before dropping Evan down on his feet.
“Wow, he’s pulling me with him,” Chad says, grabbing the hem of Evan’s shirt and pulling it over his head. Evan is jostled from side to side as Chad rips his clothes off, having him naked in no time. Once Evan is standing there in nothing but his skin, Chad spins him around and pushes him up against the window, falling on his back with a growl. Chad grinds his bulge against Evan’s lower back, kissing and biting his neck as he purrs in pleasure.
It feels amazing, though what Evan wants is Chad’s knot. He arches his back, pushing his ass into Chad’s crotch. The alpha lets out a pleased chuff, hand moving from where it’s groping Evan’s ass to free his cock.
A deep growl has both alpha and omega freeze. Chad lets out a little whine while Evan feels a thrum of excitement. Peter stalks up to them, grabbing Chad by the nape of his neck and yanking him back before taking his place.
It’s different, being pinned by Peter. Chad is hurried and needy, greedy in the way he clutches Evan tight, while Peter has perfect control. He grabs Evan’s hips, pulling his ass up to his cock so that the hard length is nestled between the cheeks of his ass.
Evan needs the big shaft inside of him. Needs to feel the big knot nestled over his thighs to stretch him open. To fill him.
“Settle,” Peter orders, and Evan realizes that he’s been writhing and pushing his ass back like an animal in heat. He stills, shuddering as Peter lifts him up and down, sliding his big cock over Evan’s crack, lubing it with omega slick.
“Good boy.” Peter’s voice is calm and measured, his praise making Evan’s heart soar. He feels primed and wet, his rim aching and open for Peter’s cock. All the alpha has to do is slip inside.
Peter lifts him up higher, using his grip on Evan’s hips to push him up against the window and pin him in place. Evan can feel the tip of the alpha’s cock pressing against his rim, his own little cock trapped between his belly and the glass. Lifted up high, Evan
can feel the head of Peter’s monstrous cock pushing against his ass. The blunt tip is fiery hot, throbbing against his entrance and making it burn with need.
Almost there, Evan thinks as Peter rocks his hips slightly forward. Peter drops him down, thrusting his hips up so that his huge cock splits Evan open. The knot pushing past Evan’s rim is pure heaven.
Mind overloaded by how good it feels to be taken by his alpha, Evan pants and twists his head back in an attempt to get more. His lips of Peter’s skin, the alpha’s teeth on his neck… he doesn’t know what he wants, but he knows that he wants it. Needs it.