by D. J. Heart
Evan can’t imagine what life will be like if Chad doesn’t come back. What use Peter will have for him. He stumbles, heart lurching with the realization that Peter might get rid of him. Might sell him off to someone far less scrupulous than himself.
He keeps walking, knowing that such thoughts are of no use. Chad will come back, he has to. Even if it’s just for Evan.
He walks into the dining room. Peter is already seated, the usual breakfast feast laid out before him.
“Come, sit,” Peter says, serving himself eggs and bacon. Evan obeys. Peter watches him, severe and unsmiling, the weight of his gaze making Evan clumsy as he serves himself from the platter closest to him.
“Do you know when Chad is coming back?” he asks, blurting out the question before he can stop himself. Peter freezes, fork halfway to his mouth, putting the utensil down on his plate before he answers.
“No, but I wouldn’t worry. He just needs some time to calm down. I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Peter says, putting on a fake smile. Evan is not reassured.
“Oh,” Evan says, picking up his fork. He keeps his eyes on his plate as he eats, the faint sting of his ass making him squirm in his seat.
“Now, tell me what happened with Aiden that made you kick him,” Peter says, surprising Evan. He’d thought the matter was closed, but Peter doesn’t seem mad. Just curious.
“It was like what you did, when you came into my room today,” Evan says, trying to make Peter understand, “You know, like when you push all the dominance you have to the surface? He was doing that with my advisor; only he was doing it for fun. Like he was bored, and he liked making her nervous. It just made me mad.”
Peter stares at him; eyebrows scrunched together and mouth pulled tight. “So he was bullying her? Did he do anything to you?”
Evan shakes his head. “No. He just joked about how you had to bribe the school to let me in, but Ms. Davies said that wasn’t true…” Evan looks up, wanting to know if she was speaking the truth, or if Aiden had it right all along. Peter just looks surprised.
“He said what?”
“He said that you must have donated money to the school so that they would take me,” Evan says, holding his breath as he waits for Peter’s answer.
Peter laughs. “I didn’t have to bribe them. They were thrilled when I contacted them about you. I think they would have let you go for free if that was the only way they could get you. I wonder why Aiden thinks that I had to bribe them…”
Evan fights down a grin, pouring himself a glass of juice as he answers. “When he was here he made that joke… when he asked how much it set you back that I was starting early, and you said a lot. Were you just talking about tuition?”
Peter looks startled. Then he asks, “Did you think I had to bribe them to let you in?”
Evan nods, not meeting Peter’s eyes.
“Well, I didn’t. I’m sorry I made you think that. Though I’m sure that’s not what Aiden meant—"
“It was,” Evan interrupts. Peter looks startled. “He thinks that you’re being ridiculous, letting me go to school, and he thinks the only way they’d let me go there was if you paid them.”
Evan doesn’t want there to be any misunderstandings here. Aiden meant exactly what Evan thought he meant.
“Evan, I think you misunderstood.”
Evan’s looks up, Peter’s expression patronizing and willfully ignorant. “No, I didn’t.”
Peter’s eyes narrow. Evan can feel his resolve crumbling, but he doesn’t want to give in and let Aiden off the hook. Not when he’s caused so much trouble.
“Aiden is my friend, Evan. Watch the way you talk about him.”
Resentment fills Evan’s body, and he drops his head to stare at his plate. He’s not hungry, and he knows that Peter is wrong. It galls him that he can’t stand up for himself without the risk of punishment.
“I’ll talk to Aiden, okay? We’ll sort this out,” Peter says, standing. He comes around the table and grabs Evan by the back of the neck, kissing his head with tender lips. Some of his anger drains away, but Evan is still mad. “Why don’t you stay here today and work on your drawings, sound good?”
Evan nods, Peter giving his hair a playful yank before he’s off to work. Evan listens to the door closing, breathing out a sigh when he’s alone.
He goes to find his paper and pencils, sitting down in the outer hallway so that he can draw the morning sun rising over the city landscape.
***
Chad regrets his decision to leave before he’s even gotten off the plane, but he’s told his parents that he’s coming home for a week, so that’s how long he’ll stay. He needs to show Peter that he’s serious and coming back less than a day after leaving would show Peter that he is anything but.
“Baby!” his mom calls the minute he steps through security, running at him and tackling him in a hug that nearly knocks the wind out of him. His dad stands back, smiling.
“Hey, son. This is an unexpected surprise,” he says, coming in for a much more subdued hug once his mom lets go, “Is everything all right?”
Chad’s parents are both betas, and they’re still mystified by all things alpha. To say that his teen years had been difficult for all of them would be an understatement.
“Peter and I had a fight, and I just needed some time for myself,” Chad explains, giving his mom another hug. She squeals with happiness.
“What about this omega I’ve been hearing about?” his dad asks. “He okay by himself with Peter?”
Chad nods. Whatever is going on between him and Peter, he knows the alpha will take good care of their omega while he’s gone. “Evan is fine. He and Peter could probably use some time together without me hogging all the attention, anyway.”
“I’m just happy to have you home for a while. You never visit,” his mom chides him, taking his arm and hugging it as they walk. He’s only got his gym bag with him, so they can head straight to the car and drive home without delay.
***
Chad hadn’t been in his childhood home since before he went to work for Peter. Stepping into his bedroom, it’s exactly as he left it, like a shrine to his younger self. He cringes when he sees the posters on the wall, all of them of omegas, and though they’re all covered, it’s clear every single one of them is in heat.
He spends a minute taking down the posters and rolling them up, the bare walls a great improvement.
“Not your thing anymore?” his dad asks, clapping him on the back and coming to stand next to him.
“No. You were right,” he says, smiling ruefully down at his dad. “It’s terrible the way omegas are treated. I was just stupid.”
His dad nods. “So you like him, this Evan?”
Chad grins, knot tingling at just the thought of his omega. He doesn’t know how he’s going to last a whole week without sinking his knot into his delicious, tight little hole. “He’s great. The thought of him in one of those places… It hurts just thinking about it.”
“Well, I can’t say I’m not happy you’ve come to your senses on that issue,” his dad says, making Chad groan when he remembers how obnoxious he’d been as a teenager. He’d saved up to go to an omega house with his friends, determined that it was his right to wet his knot in some omega slut’s hole, and no matter what his dad said, he refused to budge. They were omegas, he’d said. It was what they were for.
He’d been an asshole.
“Yeah… well, it shouldn’t have taken getting to know Evan to make me realize that the way we treat them is wrong,” Chad admits, having no problem admitting that he was wrong to believe as he did.
His dad leaves to help his mom with dinner, leaving Chad to explore his old room uninterrupted. He finds his old pornos hidden under the bed, but he leaves them where they are. After examining all his old trophies, displayed on top of his bookshelf with enormous pride by his younger self, he heads back downstairs to have dinner with his parents.
Though he misses Peter and Evan, it’s nice
to be home.
***
Except for a voicemail left on Peter’s phone to let him know he’s all right, Peter hasn’t heard from Chad in six days. It’s the longest he’s gone without contact since he and Chad met, and it’s making him more and more frazzled.
“I’m sorry, Scott. You did what?”
Peter looks over his desk, Scott McCorkle sitting across from him with a smug smile on his face. Peter wants to strangle him; he’s so mad.
“Don’t worry, we did it right. There’s no tying it back to us,” Scott says, misconstruing Peter’s angry silence for worry. Peter snorts. Of course, they can’t tie it back to them. He trained Dawn and her team himself. They’re very good at what they do.
Scott, acting as head of the Cruz account, has apparently taken it upon himself to deal with Richard Cruz’s omega rights activist problem the old fashioned way. By taking them out. While the Peter that had started Tank Security would have had no problem with Scott’s actions, older Peter is not so morally bankrupt.
“I specifically told Mr. Cruz that we would not be offering him our services in that regard,” he says, voice hard as he lets his inner alpha shine through his eyes. Doing that thing, as Evan would say.
McCorkle’s smug grin falls away, replaced by a nervous look. “I thought that was just… you know, something you had to say.”
Peter leans back in his chair, not sure how he should move forward. The damage was already done, was it worth sacrificing the account? Besides, Richard owes him now.
“No loose ends?” he asks, Scott’s nerves calming at the question. He shakes his head.
“No, Sir. They were on a boat, a fundraiser of some kind, and they all went down in the explosion. It’s already been ruled an accident.”
Peter nods, one more thing to add to his conscience. Chad can never know about this.
“Don’t take steps like this without my approval again, do you understand?” he warns, Scott nodding. The alpha seems to understand that he’s escaped a very unpleasant fate, and he looks appropriately relieved.
“I won’t, Sir.”
Peter closes the file Scott had handed him, feeding it into the shredder by his desk, “Good. Keep up the good work, and send Mr. Cruz my regards. You can go.”
Scott gets up, much less cocky than when he’d entered, and hurries out of the room. Peter is glad to see him go.
***
Evan is slouched on the couch, watching the evening news as he waits for Peter to come home. He’s spent the day, like he has the past six days, drawing, eating and hoping for Chad to come home. Or at the very least call. Peter hasn’t said anything, but it’s clear that he’s distressed by Chad’s absence.
On top of missing Chad, Evan has spent the day feeling off. It’s like his skin is suddenly too tight, clammy and hot to the touch. He feels itchy and uncomfortable, and to top it all off, he’s got a hard-on that just won’t quit.
Shifting, cock raw from jerking himself off, Evan freezes at the feeling of something wet leaking out of his hole.
Slick.
He jumps up, the realization hitting him like a sledgehammer.
He’s in heat.
It makes sense. With Chad gone, he’s been stressed and lonely, and Peter hasn’t touched him sexually or knotted him once since they were left alone together. Of course, his body is going to try to fix things by sending him into heat.
Whining, need suddenly acute now that it’s been recognized, Evan pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials Peter. He would call Chad, but the alpha has had his phone turned off since he left.
“Hello?” Peter answers the phone, sounding distracted. Evan can tell that he’s in his car on the hands-free, and he breathes out a sigh of relief. Peter will be home soon.
“Peter? It’s Evan… I think I’m going into heat.”
Peter is quiet for a second, and then he curses. Evan feels struck by the harsh words, heat addling his brain and starts crying.
“Hey, no Evan. I’m not mad. You’re a good boy. Go take a cold shower and wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll be home soon. Can you do that?”
Evan nods then realizes that Peter can’t see him. “I can do that,” he says, dropping the phone without hanging up, rushing to obey his alpha. He gets into the shower, the ice cold water making him shiver as it crashes down on his head. It’s so cold, but Evan makes sure to get clean before he steps out from the punishing spray.
The shower works, and though his heat is still building, he feels better. Naked, skin still damp, he crawls up on the bed and burrows in under the sheets. They smell like alpha, and Evan’s hole gushes slick as he pushes his nose into the soft fabric and breathes in the musky scent.
When Peter finally comes waltzing into the room, bare-chested and in the process of pulling off his pants, Evan is humping Chad’s pillow. His face is pressed into the sheets in the middle of the bed, closest to where Peter and Chad’s cocks rest when they are sleeping, huffing in the scent like he’s starved for it. He lifts his face to stare at Peter in wonder, the vision of alpha before him everything his needy little omega heart desires.
“Ass up,” Peter orders, his calm tone belied by the rock hard cock jutting out of his bush. Evan gets up on his knees, chest down, ass up for his alpha.
“Good boy.” Peter drags a blunt finger down his crack, pushing into his hole and making stars explode in front of his eyes. He shoots his load, balls pulling up tight as his cock spasms in pure pleasure. Still, it’s not enough. When he comes back to himself, all he can think is that he needs more.
“Alpha, please,” he begs, pushing his ass back greedily, inviting Peter to do more than finger him. His efforts are rewarded with a sharp smack, the sting morphing instantly to pleasure and making him moan.
“Don’t be greedy,” Peter admonishes him. The rebuke is a thousand times worse than the slap, making Evan want to curl up and die for displeasing his alpha.
“None of that,” Peter says, and Evan realizes that he’s crying. He tries to stop, but it isn’t until Peter adds a second finger from his left hand and pulls his hole open that he’s able to obey. Peter stretches his rim, holding his hole wide open, pulling him apart to the point of pain. It’s wonderful.
“That’s a good boy,” Peter says, climbing on top of the bed and getting on his knees behind Evan’s body. The alpha grabs his hips, cock coming to rest over his leaking hole, the blunt head pushing against his rim and making him burn with need.
Evan trembles, Peter’s cock right there, just waiting to be fucked open by Peter’s fat cock. He needs it like oxygen, Peter’s impossible patience the worst kind of torture.
Finally, Peter moves his hips forward, slowly letting his cock breach Evan’s eager hole. It’s like an explosion of pleasure, and Evan screams it just feels so good.
“That’s it. That’s my good boy,” Peter crows, the words adding to Evan’s ecstasy and making his heart soar. The alpha buries his cock to the balls, thick knot stretching Evan even further, the burning stretch so good that Evan can’t believe he doesn’t come again.
Impaled on Peter’s cock, Evan couldn’t be happier. Or so he’d thought. When Peter pulls out, slamming back in with a grunt, he proves himself wrong. It’s better. It’s much better. Peter fucks him with long, hard strokes, setting up a punishing rhythm that has Evan incoherent with pleasure.
Skin slick with sweat, the sound of Peter’s harsh breath right in his ear, Evan’s senses are overwhelmed by the scent, touch and taste of his alpha. Peter has a finger hooked in his mouth, pushing his tongue down and ordering him to suck as he fucks him hard.
“You ready for my knot?” Peter growls after a particularly vicious thrust, Evan in no condition to speak or give a coherent answer. He moans his assent, Peter pushing him down flat and fucking him even harder, coming to a still as he roars his release. Evan can feel Peter shooting thick spurts of come deep into his gut, filling him up and forcing him to take it all, knot making sure that not a drop of seed escapes Evan’s
hole. It’s perfect, Peter’s weight on his back, his cock stuffing Evan’s slick hole, as close to heaven as Evan thinks he’ll ever get.
“That’s my good boy,” Peter murmurs, rolling over onto his side, pulling Evan into the crook of his body, still tied tight by his knot. Evan closes his eyes, Peter’s hand on his stomach, resting his head on Peter’s arm.
His heat isn’t over by a long shot, but for now he’s satisfied.
***
For all that Chad went home so that he could have time to think, he hasn’t done much thinking. He’s spent time with his mom and dad, the two of them taking him around town and showing him off to all their old friends, and it’s almost embarrassing how proud they are of him.