by D. J. Heart
Opening the door to the bedroom, Chad stops. He’s frozen at the sight in front of him. Evan is splayed out on the damp sheets covering the bed, one thigh held tight to his chest, his free hand busy ramming an enormous dildo in and out of his hole.
Evan moans and grunts with each thrust, body trembling as the fat toy bottoms out. Glistening with sweat, hair matted down, rhythm unsteady and exhausted, Evan looks like he’d be right at home in one of Chad’s old pornos. Chad stands there with his dick out, drooling out of the corner of his mouth as he watches his Evan display himself.
This is his omega, unclaimed and unsatisfied, just waiting for Chad to take him. Pride makes Chad’s chest expand, his balls heavy with possessive need.
Evan stills, dildo pushed in deep, lifting his face to sniff the air. His eyes are closed, and with all the noise he’s making it’s no surprise he hasn’t heard Chad enter.
Stalking forward, a low growl vibrating in his chest, Chad watches as Evan’s eyes fly open, and his face melts into an expression of pure relief. It makes Chad’s inner alpha preen, satisfied that it is him Evan has been longing for.
That Evan has been trying to get himself off with a toy is just sad. No relief will come to him until an alpha shoots his seed inside of him and knots him tight. This poor imitation of intercourse can only have served to frustrate him.
Chad can’t believe Peter would leave Evan like this. That Peter would fail their omega because of work.
“Alpha,” Evan whines, letting his leg drop down as he rolls onto his belly. He pushes up on his knees; chest plastered to the mattress, exposing his hole. The fat length of the dildo is still shoved halfway up his ass, wobbling around as Evan shakes his behind to entice Chad to fuck it.
Peering over his shoulder, eyes brimming with lust, Evan looks up at him with such need that Chad can’t help but respond. He forgets all about Peter, Evan being the one that matters now. Fully clothed, dick sticking out of his pants like a steel rod, Chad clambers up on the bed. He comes to a stop behind Evan’s ass, lining the fat head of his cock up with Evan’s twitchy hole. Pulling the dildo away to make room, Chad grabs Evan by the shoulder to steady them both. Evan’s skin is clammy and hot, Chad’s hand almost slipping before he curls his fingers tight in a bruising hold. Evan keens, the sound turning into a scream of pleasure as Chad buries his cock in one hard thrust.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Evan chants, hole sucking Chad in with such force it almost hurts to pull out and slam in again. The scent of omega is heavy in Chad’s nose, Evan’s body a hot, warm receptacle for his cock. The perfect omega.
“Such. a. good. boy,” Chad growls, enunciating each word with a slam of his hips that has Evan screaming. Chad speeds up, fucking Evan harder and faster until the boy has been pushed so far up the bed that he’s knocking into the headboard.
Having gone a week without sex, Chad is in no way prepared to keep this up for long, and from the way Evan pushes back and meets his thrusts, he would guess that the omega doesn’t want him to. Evan needs Chad’s knot to soothe his heat, and drawing that out would just be cruel.
Chad lets go completely, pounding into Evan and pushing him down flat on the bed, hips jackhammering the boy’s ass so hard it sounds like he’s giving him a spanking. When he finally comes, filling Evan with a week's worth of come, Evan starts to shake like he’s going to have a seizure. Chad stills in worry, knot expanding inside Evan’s hole, but the omega’s trembles cease and he lies still as he gasps for breath.
“Are you okay?” Chad asks, rolling them over so that he’s spooning the younger man. He rubs his hand over the flat of Evan’s belly, imagining that he can feel the length of his cock through the barely there abs.
“I came,” Evan says, the words reverent, like it’s a miracle. Then he laughs, happy and hysterical, burrowing back against Chad’s chest and grabbing his arm and positioning it over his chest.
“Where’s Peter?” Chad asks when Evan has stopped laughing. His fingers find one of the boy’s nipples of their own accord, playing with the little brown nub as he waits for an answer.
“At work. He’s coming back at seven.” Evan’s breath stutters when Chad pinches down on his nipple just a little, clenching down on the knot buried in his ass. Chad files the reaction away for later.
Peter is a piece of work, leaving an omega in heat on his own like this. If this doesn’t qualify as a family emergency, then Chad doesn’t know what does.
“Well, I’m here now,” he says. “We’ll get you through this in no time.”
Evan smiles and closes his eyes, resting his head on Chad’s biceps. Within seconds, he’s asleep, breathing slow and peaceful. Chad keeps on stroking him, pulling the covers up when the sheen of sweat covering the boy’s body starts to cool. Hugging Evan close, he closes his eyes and luxuriates in the wonderful sensation of Evan’s ass milking his cock for everything it’s worth.
***
Peter has a lot of self-control, but by the time the end of the day approaches, he’s used up almost all of it. He skips the car and driver, taking the stairs down to the parking garage and jogging towards one of Chad’s bikes. His young mate has several and always makes sure to have one or two at the office in case he wants to ride home.
Peter is too wide across the shoulders to fit into any of Chad’s leather jackets, and his legs are too long and muscular to fit into any of his riding pants, so he makes do with a pair of gloves and his wool coat. It looks stupid, but that’s the last thing Peter gives a fuck about as he mounts Chad’s sleek Harley.
Speeding out of the garage, Peter winds in and out of traffic and makes it home in record time.
Marching into the apartment, knot hard and throbbing at the thought of satisfying Evan’s heat, the last thing Peter expects to see when he walks into the bedroom is Chad’s naked ass. It’s a glorious sight, round and firm, and Peter feels his mouth go dry just looking at him.
Chad has come home.
Peter grins, rooted to the spot as he watches his young man fuck their omega like he’s trying to set a record.
Peter’s thoughts come to a halt, the realization that he thinks of Evan as theirs and not Chad’s startling him. He watches Chad go at it, hips thrusting like he’s some kind of machine, the young alpha fucking Evan like he’s drilling for oil.
These are his mates, and Peter is going to make them happy.
Evan lets out a cry and bites into the sheets, eyes clenched shut as an explosive orgasm wracks his body. It’s a beautiful sight, made even more so by the way Evan clamping down on Chad’s cock causes the young alpha to shoot his load. Chad drops down on Evan’s back like a rock, curling his arm around Evan’s neck and gnawing at his throat. When Peter looks closer, he can see that Chad has already made a sizable hickey. Evan moans and squirms, loving it.
Neither Chad nor Evan have noticed Peter standing in the door, too caught up in their feral rutting, but Peter doesn’t mind. He is, however, ready for his turn. Stalking forward, moving quietly over the hardwood floor, Peter moves into position next to the bed, just out of Chad’s line of sight.
“I’m glad you’re back,” he says, running a finger down Chad’s spine. Chad jerks, teeth bared as he turns to snarl at Peter. It’s a fierce display though nothing like what Peter would have done if their positions were reversed.
Chad is startled and doesn’t mean it, so Peter doesn’t take the aggressive show as a challenge. He does, however, grab Chad by the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his head back so that the long line of his neck is exposed. Chad stills, recognizing that it’s Peter and not a stranger. Peter remembers that Aiden had walked in on him when he was like this, that he’d made him feel vulnerable, and he immediately feels bad. Peter was just having a little fun, not trying to upset him.
“I missed you,” he says, still holding Chad’s head up, leaning down to lick a stripe up Chad’s neck. It tastes like salt and sweat, with that unique flavor that’s just Chad. Loosening his fist, Chad’s head fa
lling forward, Peter stands tall and starts undressing.
Chad watches him, a half-feral look in his eyes, and Peter grins. Evan is completely still, trying not to be noticed. It’s a scared reaction that has Peter feeling guilty.
“Were you a good boy for me today?” he asks, bending down and gripping Evan by the neck. He gives it a firm squeeze. Evan melts under his hand, shuddering as he turns his face to look up at Peter.
“Yes, sir,” he says, gasping as Chad rocks his hips and ruts into him, fucking his knot back and forth inside his hole.
“Good,” Peter says, letting go with a final, firm squeeze. He turns his gaze to Chad, hungry for the feel of the alpha’s tight hole struggling to take his cock. He won’t tie him up, not with Evan vulnerable and in heat, but being locked inside the omega is bondage enough. He’s completely at Peter’s mercy, trusting him, and that is an incredible turn on.
There’s no lube on the mattress or bedside table—with Evan in heat he produces his own slick—so Peter walks over to the dresser and retrieves a big bottle. Feeling generous, he grabs the one with the numbing agent, knowing that Chad will be tight after his jaunt home to his parents. Or at least, he better be, but Peter has no doubts that Chad has been faithful.
“Are you going to—" Chad starts to ask, eyes widening in nervous arousal when he sees what Peter is carrying.
“Going to fuck you wide open,” Peter grins, answering the question before Chad has even finished asking it. Chad licks his lips and swallows. Peter tracks the movement of his throat, wondering if he should have some fun and fuck Chad’s face first.
No. Peter wants to fuck. Wants to cement his claim after so many days without his mate. Chad doesn’t smell right, Peter’s musky scent faint and stale, and for all his legendary control Peter’s inner alpha is roaring at him to cover Chad in his seed. To make sure everyone, including Chad, knows just who he belongs to.
“Let’s open you up,” Peter says, voice deep with arousal. He pushes both Evan and Chad’s legs apart, making a space for himself. The lube feels cold when he pours it into his hand, but to Chad it must feel like ice. There’s a jolt when Peter lets the viscous fluid run down Chad’s crack and over his hole, Chad’s tiny opening clenched tight as Peter runs the pad of his finger over it.
Chad’s knees are resting on either side of Evan’s body, but most of his weight is bearing straight down on the omega. Evan is struggling to breathe, but his lips and extremities are a rosy red, so Peter isn’t worried. He’ll keep an eye out, though, just to be sure.
Peter rubs his finger up and down Chad’s crack, back and forth over the tight hole, getting him used to the idea that he’s going to be fucked.
Cock hard and leaking, Peter forces himself to be patient as he gently nudges the tip of his index finger inside Chad’s hole. It’s tight, Chad’s ass working to expel the intrusion even as the alpha himself holds his breath and tries to relax.
“Easy, Chad,” Peter says, stroking his hand over the pale cheek of Chad’s ass. It’s firm and smooth, perfectly muscular, and Peter wants to bite it.
So he does.
Leaning down, pushing his finger in to the knuckle, Peter licks Chad’s ass and closes his teeth down on the firm globe. Jerking, yelping more from the shock than the pain, Chad turns his head to glare accusingly at Peter.
Maintaining eye contact, Peter grins and adds a second finger to Chad’s hole. Hissing, clenching his teeth, Chad turns his head back into the crook of Evan’s neck and inhales loudly. When Peter adds a third finger, spreading them apart and stretching Chad open, the alpha tenses up and holds his breath.
Peter smacks his ass. “Breathe, Chad. In and out, you can do it,” he says, rubbing the red imprint of his palm on Chad’s otherwise pale ass. The sight of his mark on Chad’s skin goes straight to his cock, making it leak. Peter forces himself to stay calm and steady as he works a fourth finger into Chad’s hole.
He loves the sight of Chad’s rim clenching down on his fingers, and the way Chad bucks when Peter finds his prostate is a vision.
“There we go, Chad. That’s the spot,” Peter says, smacking Chad’s ass again. He works Chad’s prostate without mercy, milking the oversensitive gland until Chad is crying out in agonized pleasure. Peter digs down, curling his fingers viciously, and asks, “You ready for my cock now?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck me, Peter,” Chad growls through gritted teeth. Peter smirks, moving into position, lining his huge cock up with Chad’s tiny hole. The slick lube has warmed to body temperature, and when he smears it over his cock Peter can feel the numbing agent take effect. The special lube is both a blessing and a curse for Chad. A blessing because it numbs the pain, making the ordeal easier, and a curse because it also numbs Peter. Nerves dulled, Peter will last that much longer, and in the morning Chad will feel the extra effort Peter will have to expend to come quite keenly.
Grabbing a hold of Chad’s hips, pulling him up until Evan’s grunt of pain stops him, Peter pushes his cock into Chad’s hole. Chad holds his breath again; jaw clenched tight, but when Peter bottoms out in his ass, he gasps for breath.
“Fuck,” Chad cries, sounding overwhelmed. Peter ignores him and pulls almost all the way out, pushing back in with a primal snarl.
Chad goes limp, responding to Peter’s aggression with a show of submission that is as arousing as it is endearing. Aiden could never give him this, Peter thinks, pounding into Chad’s willing body, and that Aiden would even want to try is madness.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, the scent of sex saturating the air as Peter’s powerful pheromones are added to Chad and Evan’s. When Peter finally comes, shooting rope after rope of come deep into Chad's ass, he collapses down on the younger alpha’s back and sinks his teeth into his neck.
Crying out, Chad goes tense as the feel of Peter’s teeth sends him over the edge. Chad comes, shooting another load deep into Evan’s ass before his knot has deflated from his previous orgasm. Peter didn’t even know that was possible, but now that he does… there are ways he can have fun with this newly discovered ability.
Not being an omega, Chad’s hole doesn’t hold Peter’s knot for long. Peter pulls out long before Chad is finished tying Evan.
Not bothered, Peter jumps off the bed and bends over by the dresser, pulling out his favorite plug from the bottom drawer. He’s dismayed to see that many of the toys have been used and put back without being cleaned though he supposes that allowances have to be made for Evan’s heat.
Stalking back to the bed, Peter plugs Chad’s ass with the big toy. He gives the base a few taps before rolling Chad onto his side, Chad spooning Evan as Peter holds them both. Closing his eyes, Peter lets himself enjoy having his mates close.
It isn’t now until he has Chad back that it fully hits him how scared he was of Chad not coming back. It’s why he’s been so distant with Evan, he realizes, knowing that if Chad truly left him he would let Chad have the omega. It’s terrifying, the idea that Evan and Chad might be enough for each other. That they might not need Peter at all.
Forcing the dark thought away, body lax and tired, Peter inhales through his nose and lets Chad’s scent fill his nostrils. He hides his face in the younger man’s neck, lips landing on the claiming bite he’s just renewed.
Chad loves him, and though they’ve had their problems, the younger man isn’t going anywhere. Peter will listen to what Chad has to say, take him seriously, and fix whatever it is that’s bothering him. Though Chad’s worries and concerns might seem foolish to Peter, he needs to respect Chad’s feelings. Dismissing them as petty and stupid has backfired spectacularly, so from now on Peter is going to open his ears and listen.
Determined and mentally exhausted, Chad finally home where he belongs, Peter drifts off into the first restful sleep he’s had all week.
***
Chad’s cock is soft and tucked away inside Evan’s hole when he wakes up, the clock on the bedside table reading five am. For a few seconds, he wonders if he’d
just imagined Peter fucking him hard and then holding him tight, but the spike of pain shooting up his ass tells him that he’s imagined nothing.
Fuck that hurts. Chad reaches down, finding the base of the plug Peter has shoved up his ass, and pulls it out with clenched teeth. It burns, the drag on his rim stabbing and painful, but once it’s out he feels fine.
Wide awake, Chad disentangles himself from Evan’s body, pulling the covers up to Evan’s chin before tip-toeing out if the room. He’s limping a little, but not so much that he can’t manage. He’s stark naked, but the apartment isn’t chilly, so he makes do with a thin bathrobe, tying it loose before heading off to find his mate.
He finds Peter in the kitchen, the older alpha already dressed in a full suit, jacket hung on the back on one of the bar stool chairs at the kitchen island. He’s scooping food out of a series of boxes, the smell of cooked bacon hitting Chad’s nose and making his stomach rumble.