“Kade,” Felix whispers, his legs spreading wide. “Kade, more.”
“What do you want?” Kade murmurs, sliding Felix’s foreskin down his tip, then back up, slow, light strokes that make him squirm. Clear fluid trickles down Felix’s cock. Kade smears it around his tip, then down to his base.
Felix trembles. “Inside. Please.”
Which sends a pulse of heat between Kade’s legs, because he likes being inside, likes fucking Felix and joining them, likes filling his bondmate with his cum. He slides his fist off Felix’s cock. “Bend over the bike.”
Felix shivers, eyes growing wide. “Over the bike?”
“Yeah. Pants down.” Kade’s own precum leaks in his clothes. He wants to see this again, Felix on his bike, squirming and hungry for him. He slips his hand under Felix’s ass, squeezing so he gasps, and rolls him onto his feet. “Up.”
Felix stands unsteadily, glancing over his shoulder at the sidewalk. Kade closes the garage door. It shields them from the glaring sunlight and the invasive street noises, leaving them in the shadowy, enclosed space of the garage. Felix leans over the seat of the bike, pushing his pants down with a wriggle of his hips. Kade’s instincts roar at that sight.
He bolts the garage door, reaching down to free his own cock, sighing at the relief when it juts out of his jeans. Then he steps behind Felix, nudging the inside of his shoe. “Feet apart.”
Felix spreads his legs. Kade tugs Felix’s pants down as far as they’ll go, until he exposes his pale ass, his slender thighs, and he leans in, biting lightly on his bondmate’s ass, leaving teeth marks across his skin. Kade noses at his cheeks, licking between them, sniffing the damp musk of his arousal. On the other side of the bike, Felix’s breath hitches.
With his thumbs, Kade spreads his smooth cheeks apart, and in the shadows, Felix’s musk sends a searing desire through his veins. He pushes his tongue between Felix’s cheeks, lapping, then spreads him to expose his hole, trails of slick trickling down his inner thighs.
Kade licks the salty rivulets up first, following them to his omega’s hole, and slowly swirls his tongue around it. Felix shivers against him, relaxing, an invitation to push inside. But Kade doesn’t, merely lapping over the pucker of muscle, sniffing at the heady scent of Felix’s need. Felix pushes his ass up, his fingers digging into the leather seat. “Kade, don’t tease.”
“You don’t order me around,” Kade growls, biting his cheek again, leaving a darker imprint. Felix gasps. Kade licks over his hole, testing the give of it under his tongue, the pucker of its muscles, the way Felix trembles, expecting more.
So he pushes into the tight ring with the point of his tongue, licking up musky slick. Felix moans. He tastes like sex, like omega and Kade’s. Kade fucks him slowly, so Felix gasps and squirms, his thighs trembling. “Kade, please. I want you inside.”
“I’m inside,” Kade says, sliding his tongue in deeper. Felix shudders.
“I meant with your cock,” Felix groans, at the same time the door to the house squeaks open.
“Kade? I thought I heard...” His mom’s voice slices through the shadows, and Kade wants to kill every single thing right now. His mom pauses at the doorway, squinting, and he’s thankful that all she sees is Felix bent over his bike, not what he’s doing to Felix’s ass. “Oh. Hello, Felix.”
Felix covers his face. Kade imagines red surging through his cheeks. “Hi, Mrs. Brentwood.”
“Busy. See you later,” Kade says, glaring when she smiles.
“I’ll see you both later,” she says, closing the door. Felix groans into his hands.
“That didn’t happen,” he says, voice muffled. “I’m thirty years old. I don’t have people walking in on me having sex.”
“Not thinking about it,” Kade says, sliding two fingers into his ass. Felix jerks against the bike. “Want to hear you come.”
“She—Your mom will hear,” Felix groans. Kade hooks his fingers against his prostate, so Felix jolts, choking on his words.
“Yeah?” Kade smirks, slipping his hand up the front of his hips, grasping the velvety length of his cock. Felix ruts into his palm. Kade angles Felix’s cock down between his legs, so it’s caught against the bike’s chrome tubing. Felix drips into his palm, a soft moan emerging from his throat. “I want to hear you,” Kade says. “Hear how—how much you want my cock.”
He almost says hear how you’re mine, and bites his tongue, stroking Felix instead. Felix shoves himself into Kade’s hand, a moan rumbling in his chest. “You’re cruel,” Felix says. Kade pumps his cock, grinding his fingers against his very tip. Felix shivers. Kade massages his prostate, so he pants and gasps, and his precum drips down the side of Kade’s bike. “Kade—”
Kade ducks his head, tugging Felix’s cock backward, wrapping his lips around his sensitive tip. Felix cries out. He shoves his cock into Kade’s mouth. Kade sucks on him, swallowing his musky, salty precum, flicking his tongue just under his head. It makes him leak, when Felix pushes hard into his mouth, heavy and thick, like he can’t control himself. Kade slaps his ass, the sound of it echoing through the garage. Felix jerks, hissing.
“Kade, fuck me,” he groans, pushing back, his ass the slightest bit pink. Kade imagines the snug wetness of his body, Felix squeezing around his cock. He drags his lips down to Felix’s tip, slipping his tongue just under his foreskin. Felix’s breath shivers out of him. Kade kisses him right on his tip, sliding his tongue around him, grinding it against his slit. Felix swears, leaking onto his tongue.
So Kade stands, his cock taut, sliding it up against Felix’s ass. Pleasure hums through his nerves. He squeezes Felix’s cheeks together, pressing them around his cock. Then he grinds against Felix’s hole, leaking into the cleft of his omega’s ass. Felix rocks up at him, so Kade pushes his tip against Felix’s entrance, rubbing over it. “You want this?”
Felix whimpers, rocking his ass against him. Kade pushes slowly against his hole, until it stretches against him, until it opens and takes the tip of his cock, sucking him inside. He slides out, and Felix groans. “Kade, fuck me, damn you.”
“On the pill?” he asks, pushing in slowly, savoring the way Felix opens around him, his ass tight.
Felix squirms, looking at the floor. “Yes.”
And Kade slides all the way in, Felix’s ass smearing him with slick. He rocks in steadily at first, into the tightness of Felix’s body, and then he’s fucking his omega hard, pinning him against the bike, swearing as Felix trembles, gasping, his nails digging into the seat. “How does it feel?”
“Fuck,” Felix says, his voice jolting as Kade sinks home, and he chokes on his words. “Harder.”
He grips Felix’s hips, hauling him back against himself, thrusting in fast, and Felix shudders, reaching down to stroke himself. Kade lets him this time, Felix working his own cock slowly.
They build a rhythm, Felix pushing back, Kade meeting him, sliding to the hilt. Felix’s body sucks him in. Kade groans, his thrusts turning feverish, his cock growing thick with each trembling mewl that rolls from his omega’s lips. “Gonna come,” he groans.
“Yes,” Felix says, shoving himself onto Kade’s cock, and his own strokes speed up, his breathing ragged. Kade imagines his flushed cock in his hand, leaking, then spurting milky white everywhere, and he slams inside, Felix squeezing around him.
Felix shudders, shaking, his arm going still as he moans, his back arching, his voice breaking. Kade imagines his cum streaking over the bike’s chrome pipes, over the black paint, imagines Felix’s pleasure, and he trembles, the pressure at his groin surging. Pleasure explodes in his body. With a roar, Kade spills into his bondmate, and he thinks about his omega filled with his cum, marked with his scent, his bites, his pleasure.
Kade leans in, covering Felix’s body with his own. He wraps his arms around Felix’s chest, his abdomen, and Felix shivers against him, nudging his arm further down, to his hips.
They’ve done this a handful of times since the night with the lemonade stand
. Back then, Kade hadn’t wanted to fuck Felix and leave, so he’d pleasured his omega instead, and ignored his own need. The next time he’d visited, Felix had reached for him, sinking to his knees to suck him off, and Kade hadn’t the strength to refuse him.
All it had taken, really, was Felix begging for him inside, and Kade had yielded. Has been yielding ever since.
His knot swells inside Felix, stretching him. Against his chest, Felix purrs, his body accommodating Kade, and it’s intimate, them locked together like this. It keeps Felix close to him, gives Kade time to run his wrists along Felix’s jaw, down his neck, along his arms.
“You’re okay with this?” Kade murmurs, nosing into Felix’s hair. Felix smells like sweat and musk, and a little whiff of lavender.
“Mm-hm.” Felix sighs against him, and Kade slips his hands up Felix’s shirt. Felix sucks his breath in. “Feels good.”
“You like me inside you,” Kade says. He rocks his hips lightly, just to feel the pull of Felix’s body around his knot. Felix moans.
“Was there ever any doubt about that?” Felix chuckles lowly, arching his neck so Kade runs his wrists along his throat. Kade scents his temples, his chest, his hips, and it feels familiar, his omega against him, taking his knot, sweat mingling on their skin.
“Guess not,” Kade says. “Sorry about my mom.”
Felix groans. “No. I’m not thinking about that.”
“It’s not like it’s the first time she’s done it,” Kade says, then pauses. He doesn’t know how much of their history he wants to bring up, when he doesn’t know where exactly he stands with Felix. Whether he can talk about the past, without Felix remembering the reasons he’d rejected him. What part of me is not good enough for you? “Remember that summer break? When we were in eighth grade? You stayed over for math homework and she opened the door.”
Against him, Felix sighs. “Oh, stop that. I still remember it. How can I not? It’s one of the top five embarrassing moments of my life. It’s not like we even had clothes on, Kade. I mean, how awkward is it to see your son kneeling in front of another boy?”
Kade winces. They’d remembered the locks since then, until now. “We’ll fuck at your place, I guess.”
Felix chuckles. “Yeah. But this wasn’t so bad. We were mostly dressed.”
“Now you are,” Kade says. He reaches down, rubbing his wrist down Felix’s cock, over his balls, and it gives him a thrill, marking his omega. Felix shivers. The last dregs of Felix’s release drip onto his fingers, and Kade rubs it into his own skin. Mine.
He bites lightly into the meat of Felix’s shoulder. Felix exhales, long and slow, his body warm against Kade’s. Then they fall silent for a while, Kade enjoying his bondmate’s presence, combing his fingers through Felix’s hair. When his knot recedes, he slides out of Felix, nuzzling his nape. “Get dressed. We’ll show her the painting.”
Felix whines, covering his face again. “Do I have to? I mean... She just walked in on us.”
“It’s not like she doesn’t know we’re fucking.” Or that you’re my bondmate.
Felix huffs. “I’m sure she saw you behind me. You shouldn’t kiss her anytime soon.”
That’s how you change the subject? Kade wipes his mouth, clicking his tongue. “‘Course not.”
Felix pulls back from the bike then, glancing down. “Oh, crap. Your bike. Um. You might have to clean it.”
Kade looks over his shoulder, at the smears of white streaked across the leather seat, down the gleaming inner workings and the exhaust pipes, and he can’t help smirking. “Don’t worry about it.”
As he steps away from his omega, Kade reaches down, slipping his fingers into the smooth cleft of Felix’s ass. He finds the smear of sticky fluids around his hole. Felix relaxes, lets him slip his fingers in, so he feels the ooze of his cum inside. Kade growls. Felix swallows noisily.
They dress in silence. Felix runs his fingers through his hair, and Kade zips up his own pants, pulling his shirt back on. Before they step through the door, he slips his hand around Felix’s elbow, pulling him close.
“My mom loves you,” Kade murmurs. “You know that.”
Felix’s gaze darts to meet his. “I... I guess,” he says, biting his lip. “I didn’t say goodbye to her before I left.”
You didn’t say goodbye to me either, Kade wants to say. In his pocket, the ring feels warm against his skin, satiny, and maybe Kade can settle for a friendship with Felix. He doesn’t want to.
He dips his head anyway, pressing his lips to Felix’s temple. “You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Felix smiles then, a little brighter, and it feels like he’s warming up Kade from inside. “Thanks.”
16
Felix
Felix doesn’t want to be here, not really. He’d taken a bus to Kade’s house to drop off the bay painting, and maybe he’d hoped for some sex.
Then Kade had mentioned that his mom’s also living in the same house, and she’d opened the door and seen... She’d opened the door and said “See you both later,” and Felix doesn’t want to see her at all. He can’t face her after the bankruptcy, after the death of Kade’s father, knowing that he had been the one to cause it all.
Kade nudges him through the garage door. “Get in.”
Felix clutches the painting to his chest, pulse thudding in his ears. “You should be the one going in first.”
Kade looks at him again, sharp eyes contemplative. “You’re scared of something.”
“No, no,” Felix says, but it feels as though Kade can read him anyway. What else can he expect, after being together fifteen years?
He steps into the dim hallway, waiting while Kade shuts the door behind them. Kade eyes him, then turns, heading for a brightly-lit bathroom. Everything in this house smells like pine, cedar and lilac, and it’s almost familiar. In the home Kade had shared with his parents and brothers, it had been a jumble of smells—birch, hibiscus, cypress, layered on top of pine and lilac.
“You haven’t been in heat,” Kade murmurs, studying him.
Felix stops breathing. I didn’t think you noticed. Did you guess it? Kade can’t possibly know he’s pregnant, can he? “I’ve been taking suppressants to skip them.”
“Because of that bastard manager?” Kade frowns. “You shouldn’t be working at that place.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” Felix says. But the questions light his nerves—of course Kade would notice. Felix’s heat has always triggered his rut, and it had been a habit, Kade soothing Felix’s heats every month. It had been something both of them looked forward to, when Felix would leave scratches down his back, and Kade would bare his teeth and smirk.
And maybe he misses being in heat with Kade. It hadn’t been pleasant the past five years, looking for one-night stands with people he barely knew, going home with them. They’d fucked him and turned over, and he never received the satisfaction he’d sought.
Then he’d returned to Meadowfall, and Kade’s touch has been bliss.
“I didn’t know you can skip heats, though.” Kade lathers soap in his hands, then up his forearms, before rinsing them under running water.
“There are some that do that,” Felix says. He doesn’t actually know. Maybe Taylor has pills for that. He would have to, right, if he’s concealing his identity all the time? “I got them from my brother.”
“Can’t be good for you if you miss your heats. Normal people just suppress them partially.”
I would have suppressed it, Felix thinks, if we hadn’t met that night.
Behind the framed painting, he cradles the bump of his abdomen, relief whispering through his limbs. At least Kade hadn’t noticed it when he touched Felix earlier. “I’ll probably be fine,” Felix says. “It’ll just be for a while.”
“And then what?”
Felix shrugs, looking at the beveled edges of the bathroom mirror. “I’ll find something else, I guess.”
“Would be nice if your paintings take off,” Kade says
.
Felix sighs. The website has been doing better, but it’ll still be a while before he earns a decent living from that. He rinses his hands and follows Kade out of the bathroom, down the hallway to the kitchen. Pots and pans clatter. Felix’s stomach twists; he can’t possibly face Kade’s mom.
“I had Felix bring his painting over,” Kade says, stepping in first. “The one Dad liked.”
Felix braces himself, trying not to think about Kade’s dad, or the old home, or bills and money and his own father’s smile. He takes a deep breath, then rounds the fridge. “Hi again, Mrs. Brentwood.”
Kade’s mom beams, short and plump, her dark eyes lighting up. “Felix! It’s good to see you again. I’m glad you found Kade.”
“We bumped into each other.” Guilt slithers through his veins, so he turns the framed painting around, showing it to her. “Kade wanted this painting. We thought you might like to see it.”
Her face brightens as she scans over the glittering sea, the busy restaurant and its empty boardwalk, but her gaze returns to Felix after a moment. “It’s a beautiful painting, dear. And how have you been?”
“Fine, I suppose,” he says, but Mrs. Brentwood steps forward with a kind smile, taking the painting from him. What he doesn’t expect is for her to hand the painting to Kade, and pull him into her arms.
She smells vaguely like food, like vanilla and lilac and loamy earth. The smells plunge him into a swathe of memories: a cheerful dinner table with six people, slicing carrots in a familiar kitchen, home, and his throat tightens, suddenly. He hadn’t realized he missed her.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and his voice cracks just a notch. Tears prickle in his eyes, flooding out through his lashes.
He hunches to hide his face in his shoulder, and he’s holding on, thinking I’m sorry your husband died. I’m sorry I caused you to suffer. I didn’t want to hurt any of you. Then he’s shaking, crying harder than he should, and he can’t stop it. He can’t rein in the sadness that wells up in his chest. He hates that he can’t even control himself.
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