by Rosa Swann
“Thank you.” Nathan stands up, putting his glass down, then he sits on the other side of the couch and Wes turns a little, also turning in my arms, sitting against me closer. “Thank you for telling me.” His voice is rough. “It must have been hard. I’m sorry.” He reaches out and Wes puts his hand in Nathan’s.
Wes nods and I tighten my arms around Wes. Suddenly remembering the first time I saw him. How pale he was, how he looked almost like a ghost, how defeated he looked. How hard it was to even get him to talk, let alone eat anything. And the kids, but especially Mia... It was horrible. In those first days, those first weeks, there were moments where I was scared he wouldn’t make it to the next day.
I can’t let him go through that again. My throat closes up and I push my face into Wes’ back. His back which I know has scars, his whole body is covered in scars, and then the ones on the inside, both physically and mentally. Fuck. I haven’t thought about this for a long time, so wrapped up in the present that I’d pushed the past away. My whole body shakes as I keep holding onto Wes tightly.
“Zeke...” Wes reaches up and touches my neck, running his fingers over the skin. “I know.” His voice sounds a little strangled too. He leans back against me more, and I pull him closer.
The couch dips and the next moment, Nathan has his arms wrapped around the both of us, holding tightly. I don’t know what it is, but it feels good. It feels good to be here, in his arms, and the tightness in my chest lessens.
I like this. A lot.
This feels… This feels safe, and suddenly I feel like I can actually breathe. Like the tightness inside lessens a little.
I feel like I can do this, I feel like I’m finally able to breathe a little easier and that I don’t have to do everything on my own.
* * *
I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow we’ve turned a and we’re now a bunch of limbs and body parts on the couch, holding onto each other tightly. Nathan is in the middle and Wes and I are on either side of him, facing each other over his chest. We’ve been like this for a while now, and I’ve relaxed some, calmed down. I think we’ve all calmed down a little.
It feels so good, being here together. It feels safe and like this is the way it’s supposed to be. Like I’ve finally found my real place in this world.
I reach up and touch Wes’ cheek, running my fingers over it and then down to his jaw, until I run my fingers over his lips, his soft lips, which I’ve kissed many times.
I want to kiss him now I want to kiss him so badly, feel him, taste him. I need him, I need to feel him, make sure he’s still the same, that he’s really here. I need to love on him.
Wes comes up a little and puts his lips to mine. I’m surprised for a moment, not sure how we got to this point, but then I slide my hand behind his head and deepen the kiss. Teasing my tongue along his closed lips until he lets me in and then I push onward. First exploring him, taking in the familiar flavours that are typically Wes, and then I push on more, taking his breath away, dominating him until he’s making small sounds of need against me.
Wes pulls back a little, his eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. I love it when he looks like that, so lost in the desire, turned on, loved. They’re some of my fondest ways to think of Wes.
Then a low laugh makes me remember where we are. “Wow.” Nathan’s voice is hoarse. “That was...” He moves his hands a little, pulling us against him more, the touch setting my body aflame. “Can I join in too?”
I look at Wes, who takes my hand and then leans in closer to Nathan. I’m a little surprised that Wes is taking charge this time. I follow him, needing to know if there is more here. We meet and I gasp as I feel not just one but two sets of lips at the same time. Nathan is rougher than Wes, but he feels good too, just in a different way. I tighten my grip on Wes’ hand and feel how their attention is now focused on me, both of them kissing me at the same time, their tongues playing with mine, sliding along mine and overwhelming all my senses.
Fuck. This feels so good. I want more. I need more. I need them. Together. At the same time. It’s the same need I felt when I first got close to Wes, and now again, with Nathan mixed in with us.
I push in closer and, together with Nathan, I now overwhelm Wes, who is letting out small sexy sounds and I feel him tighten up in our arms. Not out of fear, but out of arousal.
Wes pulls his hand from mine and wraps it around my back, pulling us both more on top of Nathan.
I can feel how this affects all of us, how we’re all hard, way too hard. This feels good. This feels so good.
I break the kiss, pulling back a little so I can get some air, my head light and my breathing much too shallow. This is... This is...
Fuck. Wow.
I look at Wes, using one hand to slide along his jaw, and he leans into it, his eyes closing momentarily. Then I reach out to Nathan, running my fingers over his lips, his darkened lips from the kissing.
I want them both. I want them both so badly. And that clears my head for a moment, because this is crazy. This is...
Fuck.
How can I want them both? At the same time?
Fuck.
This was not the plan.
7. Nathan
They’re so beautiful, and I can not only see but really feel how much they love each other. Their unity is so obvious, the way that they connect so pure and full of want and need. And I want them both. I want them both at the same time.
When Zeke pulls back a little, his eyes confused, I take a deep breath. I’m not even sure how we ended up like this. At one point Wes was telling what had happened to him and that really upset Zeke, and then we were holding each other, pulling each other closer. It felt good. And then I was between them, holding them both. It felt right. I don’t even know how else to describe it. It felt good to have them both in my arms. It doesn’t matter that I barely know them, they feel right in my arms. Something primal inside me doesn’t care about more than that.
Holding them feels right, like I’m finally coming home and it scares me a little in how intense the feeling is. But at the same time, I’ve never felt like this before. This connection, this need to have two people I’ve only just met. And on top of that, they’re both males. I’ve never been very interested in male Omegas. I’ve been on a few dates and such, but apart from a few kisses, I’ve never gone any further with male Omegas. Usually, I’m just interested in female Omegas.
But that’s all pushed to the back of my mind, because I’m hard, they make me so hard. Fuck.
I pull Zeke a little closer, giving him a careful kiss. He still looks confused and I don’t want to scare him off. But I do want to keep going, I want to explore more. “Let’s move to the bedroom,” I whisper against his lips, pushing against him a little, letting him know what I’m looking forward to.
He tenses up for a moment, but then relaxes, nodding. Whatever is going on in his head, he seems to have pushed it away too because he starts smiling and grinds his body back against me. Good.
I look at Wes, who is staring at us both, the lust in his eyes makes me smile, makes me even harder. I pull him in a little too, giving him a kiss. “Let’s move this to the bedroom?”
Wes touches my chest, leaning on me, and I see all sorts of emotions cross his face, but in the end, he also nods, licking his lips, his eyes darkening more. Oh.
I hold onto them both, and then move to get off the couch.
Zeke and Wes both let out hoarse laughs and they stand up, pulling me up together. I wrap my arms around both of them, their bodies against mine so good.
“This way.” I guide them to the bedroom. It’s not much, like everything else in this apartment, it’s sparse, just a bed and a closet. I push both of them onto the bed, but stay standing myself. I slowly start to open my button-up, starting from the top, opening each button as the men stare at me, their hands entwined, holding on to each other. Like they’re one unit and I’m the one who has the both of them, at the same time. They’re so sexy, and the
y have no idea how hot the look in their eyes makes me.
I let the shirt slide from my shoulders onto the floor, then I move my hands over the button of my jeans, slowly opening them before sliding them down too. When I stand back up, Zeke and Wes reach out to me and I take their hands. They pull me onto the bed with them, laughing. I grab hold of both of them, pulling them close. They feel so good against me.
“You’re still wearing too much.” I can’t help teasing them a little. I slide my hands down their sides, grabbing their asses and grinding them both against me. Fuck. Good. I didn’t expect the electricity that runs through me when I pull them this close.
They both climb from under me and I turn over, able to look at them. They’re kneeling on the bed, facing each other, and Zeke reaches out, pulling Wes closer. He starts kissing Wes, their movements so intimate, sensual, practised. Wes slowly unbuttons Zeke’s shirt, sliding his fingers over the smooth skin he’s revealing, playing with him, then he throws the shirt to the side. Next, they’ve both got their hands on the other’s jeans, playing with the top, sliding their fingers under it. The look on their faces is one of excitement and bliss, so beautiful. Then they open their jeans and pull them down, revealing matching boxer briefs.
I grab my cock through the fabric of my boxer briefs, not able to watch this any longer without touching myself.
Zeke looks my way, grinning. Then he pulls off his own jeans fully, sliding next to me. Touching me, sliding his hands over me, his fingers leaving behind trails of fire.
Wes is a little slower, but he too takes off his jeans, keeping his T-shirt on, and then joins me on my other side, his fingers mirroring Zeke’s.
I catch Zeke’s eyes as I wrap my arms around both of them, raising my eyebrows, but he shakes his head a little, before he comes up, covering my lips with his, kissing me hard. Fuck. He tastes good. Then, Zeke gasps against my lips as I feel Wes move. I pull back a little and see Wes’ hand in Zeke’s boxer briefs, jacking him off. I look up and see how Zeke enjoys it, running his teeth over his lower lip as he lets out sounds. His face pure bliss.
I come up a little, kissing Zeke’s shoulder, making a trail of kisses down to one of his nipples, before taking it between my lips and sucking on it. It’s tiny and turns into a hard nub as I play with it.
Zeke lets out a moan, one hand grasping my shoulder as he holds himself up with the other. I never realised that that would also be sexual for male Omegas.
Sexy. So sexy. But Zeke can’t be the only one having fun.
I slide out from under them, instead focusing on Wes. He’s got his shirt on, so that limits where I can touch him, but that doesn’t have to be an issue.
Zeke lets himself fall onto his back and Wes keeps his hand wrapped around him, still slowly jacking him off. The sight is turning me on so much, surprisingly so, but I’m just going with it because I can’t help it anymore. I want them so badly.
I get closer to Wes, trailing my hands over his back, up to his shoulder, then I lean in and kiss his neck, the bare skin there. Wes’ moves falter, his breath hitching, and he lets out a little sound.
“He loves that.” Zeke’s hoarse voice reaches me.
I kiss Wes’ neck again, and then nibble a little and Wes lets out even better sounds. Lovely.
Suddenly, Zeke pulls down my boxer briefs at the front and I feel his hand wrap around my cock, sliding up and down. I gasp and let out a moan, surprised by his boldness, by the way his hand moves exactly right.
Zeke laughs. “Can’t leave you all on your own.”
Hmm. If we’re going to play it like this. I reach out, wrapping my hand around Wes’ hand as we jack off Zeke together, and Zeke lets out a moan, his hand faltering around my cock.
Two can play this game, quite literally in this case. This feels fun, playful. Sexy, comforting and so very right. I don’t doubt myself, I just do what feels good, what feels right. What makes me curious.
Then I nudge against Wes’ cheek and he turns his head. I kiss him. First short kisses, but then longer and longer. He tastes so good, I like kissing him. I like kissing both of them. They’re a little different, but in many ways, I can feel how there are similarities, where they match so well.
Zeke moves and suddenly he’s right next to us, joining into the kiss, and this is even better. Both of them at the same time is even better than just kissing one of them at a time.
I slide my hands down, cupping the both of them over their boxer briefs, kneading them, pulling sounds from them. It’s exciting, a little scary, but it feels right. They both rock into my hand as they keep kissing, their arms around me and each other. I want this, and I want so much more.
I push Wes carefully onto his back, making him spread out in front of us. Then I slide my hands up his legs until they cover his boxer briefs. “You want this? Want me around your dick?”
He nods, his eyes growing, darkening. “Yeah.” He barely finishes the word or Zeke starts kissing him and Wes wraps his arms around him.
It distracts me for a moment but then I pull his boxer briefs down, revealing his beautiful and hard dick, waiting to be touched. Waiting to be loved on. I wrap my hand around his dick, sliding up and down. Wes’ hips buck into my hand, trying to create more friction. Then I lean over, licking the head of his dick and Wes moans loudly into his kiss with Zeke. I do it again, Wes’ taste musky and sexy.
I can’t help but grin, enjoying teasing Wes, but I also need to feel him, taste him, explore him. So I wrap my lips around Wes’ dick and slide down, taking him as deep as I can. This isn’t something I have experience with. I haven’t actually gotten many experiences with male Omegas when it goes beyond just a couple of kisses. And, while I can see the similarities with female Omegas in the way they respond to me, when they’re naked, when you’re actually this close to having sex... Yeah, that’s a different thing. That’s totally different. I didn’t know how I would react when it actually came to it, and it’s not what I expected. I enjoy it, I want more of it. I want them. For all our differences in status, we all have at least some anatomy that’s the same, and it works the same in ways to make us feel good. And I know what I like on myself well enough.
I suck as I pull back a little, increasing the suction. Wes’ hands are on my shoulders, grabbing me, and his moans come out louder.
“Nathan...” Wes’ voice is hoarse, so sexy.
“Hmm?” I pull up, looking up at him, at his flushed body, at the way his eyes are unfocused.
“Don’t stop, please.” He looks almost out of it, blissful.
“Tsssk.” Zeke shakes his head. “He can be so needy, and a little selfish.” He grins, but gasps as Wes reaches out and slides his hand up through the leg of his boxer briefs and wraps his hand around Zeke’s dick.
“Says you.” Wes looks so satisfied, pulling the sounds from his boyfriend. “Come here.” He slides his hand out again and pulls on Zeke’s boxer briefs. “Take them off.”
Zeke licks his lips, totally entranced by the way Wes is looking at him, and quickly takes the boxer briefs off. Then he scoots closer to Wes and Wes comes up a little.
He wraps his hand around Zeke’s dick again and then puts his mouth around it, starting sucking, bobbing up and down.
Zeke lets out sounds, soft moans, so focused on what Wes is doing. But I can’t let Zeke be the only one. I go back to what I was doing too, taking Wes’ hard dick in my mouth and sucking him off.
“Oh. Fuck. Fuck.” Zeke’s voice is breathy. “Wes, he’s sucking you off and you’re sucking me off. This is... Fuck.”
In my mouth, I feel Wes getting harder, his whole body tensing up, his hips rocking into my mouth as I keep sliding up and down.
Oh, this is definitely not going to take much longer.
“Fuck. Fuck. Wes. Fuck. Nathan...” Zeke moans and the air is suddenly filled with the scent of male sex.
Then Wes’ dick hardens more, starting to pulse, and I increase the suction, pulling the orgasm right from him.
“Oh. Oh. Fuck.” It’s all the warning I get before Wes starts coming, and I try to swallow it all down.
This was... new. Very sexy. And I feel like I’ll burst myself if I even lightly touch my cock right now.
I look up and Zeke and Wes are staring at me, blissful expressions on their faces as their hands are entwined between them.
Fuck.
I didn’t expect this, to ever find myself in bed with a male Omega, let alone two. And now I’m about to burst, just from the look in their eyes.
Fuck.
8. Wes
I just came. I just came in the mouth of an Alpha while I was sucking Zeke off. That was... Oh, wow. But as I stare at Nathan, the tent in his boxer briefs is looking very much like it needs some attention too, and everything inside me wants to give him that attention. Fuck. I first need a moment to get back to myself, I need a moment to wrap my head around what we just did.
Nathan comes up, sliding next to me, his arm over my chest and then he comes closer, his lips near me. I lean in and cover his lips with mine, kissing him. Then I slide my arm around him and deepen the kiss. I can taste my own cum, just as he can probably taste Zeke’s on my lips.
Nathan lets out a deep moan and then pulls back a little, looking at me, and then at Zeke. “Fuck. You two are so sexy.” I feel his hard cock push against my hip, just the fabric of his boxer briefs between us. He probably wants...
I tense for a moment. Alphas usually want to be inside you when they come... I haven’t done it since... and Zeke’s never done it with an Alpha before, at all.
“Wes?” There is an edge of worry to Nathan’s voice.
I pull myself together. I’m probably the better choice of us two right now. “I’ll take care of you.” I slide my hand down and then to my back. I’ll need to prepare myself a little, or it will hurt. But before I can even get near my entrance, Nathan grabs my wrist, pulling my hand up, putting his lips to my fingers, kissing them until I look up at him, see the serious look he’s giving me.