Asleep
Stefan
“ G ive him to me.” Jack bursts into the room. His intense brown eyes zero in on me. There’s so much worry etched between his brows. “My omega.” He lifts me from Bear’s arms, carrying me to the bed. “My precious boy.” He skims his nose over the side of my face.
This isn’t how it happened. I’m dreaming. I think…
“Do you want your alpha to make you all better?” he rumbles in my ear as he removes my shirt, then the thin boxers. I avoid looking up at him as he admires my naked body. That uncomfortable tingle returns in my belly, and I squirm, trying to make it go away.
“Alpha,” I whimper as my groin grows tight. “I hurt.”
“It’s okay.” Jack shushes me as he crawls over my body. I blink, and he’s suddenly naked too. When did he take off his clothes? “Let your alpha make it better.”
He takes my hand, and I expect him to force it over my head, but instead, he slips it down his firm chest. My heart pounds against my ribcage as he brings my hand lower and lower until my fingers brush against something very hard. I look down, shocked to see his member is swollen. Concern for him grips me, but it quickly turns to panic when I realize my privates look exactly the same.
“What is happening?” I groan and shift, trying to make the sensation go away, but it doesn’t help. The pain between my legs is unbearable. It aches and throbs, making me whine high in my throat. “P-please!” I sob, and Jack crushes his mouth to mine.
“Trust me, Stefan,” he whispers against my lips as he wraps both of our hands around both our members at the same time. He squeezes hard, making them rub up against each other. Unable to help myself, I moan as he moves our hands as one.
Up and down.
Up and down.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Bear growls somewhere in the room.
Shock slams into me, and I try to snap my legs shut. But I can’t. Jack’s big body is wedged between my thighs, keeping me spread wide.
“No!” I pant as the pressure inside me builds.
“Just let go, Stefan.” Jack presses his forehead to mine, and the pain in my groin intensifies. I’m on fire. Every inch of me is burning red-hot, making sweat pour from my chest and back.
I’m going to die.
But then Jack pumps our hands faster, squeezing the tip of my privates, and a loud moan rips from my throat. Something hot bursts from my member, splattering all over my chest and face.
Horrified, I open my mouth and scream.
I shoot straight up in bed, clutching my hand to my chest. I suck in deep, painful bursts of air, trying to calm my thundering heart. I’m covered in sweat and very confused as to where I am.
It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the pitch-black bedroom, and then all my senses return. It must be the middle of the night. Jack is asleep next to me with his big arm draped across my naked body. I must have kicked the blankets off because there’s nothing separating us. My privates are pinned under his arm, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, it seems completely normal. But then I see it—something wet and sticky covers my chest and his arm.
Did I have an accident?
Deeply embarrassed, I suck in a calming breath, trying to figure out what to do. Jack can’t know I did this. He’d be disgusted. It’s already bad enough that my body is broken; now it seems I can’t even make it through the night without wetting myself like a freaking child.
Moving as slowly as I can, I wiggle myself out from under Jack’s arm and off the side of the bed. I tiptoe to the bathroom and carefully shut the door behind me. The bright light burns my eyes for a second, making me blink repeatedly. But once my eyes focus, I can’t help but stand in shock at the size of this bathroom.
It’s massive.
I didn’t come in here yesterday, and now I wish I had.
There’s a long vanity with two spacious sinks, a black-tiled shower that takes up one whole wall, an archway that leads to a very fancy closet—I can already see several tiny shelves covered in men’s shoes—and two bathtubs. Why would anyone need two bathtubs? I take in their very different sizes, deciding that one must be for an alpha and the smaller one must be for betas or omegas.
Trying not to make any noise, I slip across the white marble floor to the sink. I wince the second I see my reflection. A white sticky substance covers my chest, splattering all the way up to my neck. Gross .
I tug a hand towel off the wall and begin to clean myself up. I don’t want to touch my privates, but I have to. That white stuff is everywhere. Being as gentle as possible, I wipe down my member from top to bottom. It feels good. Weirdly good. A flash of my dream pops into my head, and I imagine Jack’s hand on me, rubbing me up and down. Up and down.
My privates jerk, and I quickly stop, scared it’ll become swollen again.
“It’s okay,” I say to the mirror. “You’re almost done. You just need to clean up Jack’s arm without waking him up.” I suck in a slow breath, determined to not get caught. “Stay calm, Stefan,” I whisper. “You can do this.” I continue to stare at myself, taking in how bright my eyes look. The dark circles under them seem to have disappeared too.
Taking a step back, I stare at my reflection. My hair is a mess, sticking straight up in the back, but it’s kind of shiny. My collarbone sticks out, as do the bones on my wrists, but I turn to one side, noticing my belly looks a little less sunken in. The extra padding hides my ribs and pointy hips. The doctor did say I’d gain weight quickly, but this feels very fast.
I think over everything I ate yesterday. I had that enormous breakfast, then Jack forced me to eat two big sandwiches for lunch, and then more meat and rice for dinner, before making me go to bed. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. My body is struggling to accept all this extra food, and it’s affecting my privates.
I know that’s stupid, but it’s the only thing I can think of.
Then I hear the bed creak, and dread grips me. He’s going to be so angry when he sees the mess I made on his arm.
The door pushes open, and a very naked Jack steps into the brightly lit bathroom. “Omega?” His voice is gruff. I can't tell if it’s gravelly from sleep or anger.
But my anxiety gets the better of me, and I blurt out, “I’m sorry!” I hold the soiled towel to my chest, clinging to it like it might save me. “I didn't mean to make a mess on the bed. It was an accident!” My chin quivers, and my throat tightens with the threat of tears. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whisper, dropping my gaze.
“It’s okay.” Jack rushes to me, wrapping his big, strong arms around me. He holds me tight, purring loudly. It’s the same rough sound from the other night, but it’s so much more comforting this time. “You’re okay, Stefan.” He presses his nose to my hair, cradling the back of my head.
I sniffle loudly, rubbing my face against his warm, firm chest. “I didn’t mean to wet the bed.” Tears gather in the corner of my eyes. “I’m so gross.”
“No.” His tone is so hard, it surprises me. “You are not gross.” He squeezes me tight before releasing me and leaning down to look at my face. His eyes are hard again, flashing like they’re filled with fire. “Did your parents really not prepare you for what would happen when you became an adult?” he asks with obvious disgust for how they failed me.
But he just doesn't understand that they never had a chance.
I shake my head, unable to hide how embarrassed I am. My whole face is burning red-hot. “My family died,” I mumble, not really wanting to talk about any of this. “I was little, and no one was there to teach me.”
Something like sadness flickers across Jack’s features. His eyes drift down my face before he swallows hard and says, “Well, you’re an adult now,” his voice is shockingly kind, “and it’s time you learn. Turn around.”
He slowly spins me so we’re both facing the mirror. I can’t help but compare our naked bodies. He’s so big with pressed muscles and a sprinkle of light body hair, and I’m thin, bony, and hairless. He’s what a man should look like.
“This,” he takes the soiled towel from my hands, “is cum. Not pee. You came all over yourself.” He holds my gaze in the reflection, not letting me look away. “This is your dick or your cock.” He slips his hand under my penis, letting it rest on his palm.
I want to push his hand away and tell him I know the actual name of my body parts, but I decide to stay quiet. After all, I still don’t really know what cum is, so insisting I know anything would just make me look dumb.
“Your dick will swell up and get hard when you’re ready for sex,” Jack says. I listen, trying really hard to focus on his words and not how exposed I am. “Do you know what sex is?” he asks.
“I know the basics,” I mumble, refusing to look away despite the fire burning in my face.
“Good,” he returns to my lesson. “These,” he cups my testicles, and I can’t help but gasp, “are your balls. This is where the cum comes from.” He turns me back around, forcing me to tip my head up to see his face. “Soon you’ll start to produce slick, too.”
I chew on my bottom lip, wondering where that comes from, but he doesn’t tell me, and I’m too embarrassed to ask.
“Does that make sense?” Jack asks.
None of it makes sense.
Why is my body doing this? I was fine a week ago. What made me change?
“Yes,” I lie, and his eyes narrow, clearly not believing me.
“That won’t do, Stefan.” He places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. “You’re a man now, and men admit when they don’t understand things.”
I want to be an adult. I technically am one. Just a really stupid one. “I guess it’s a little confusing still,” I admit. “How does the…cum…get out? Is it like pee?”
Jack nods as if he expected those questions. “Would it help to see?”
“See?” I quickly cover my privates, hiding them. I don’t want him to make my penis hard again. I didn’t like it. It hurt…kind of.
“Come.” Jack takes my hand, prying it away from my body before pulling me into the bedroom. A wash of fear falls over me as he turns on the bedside lamp, then he lies down on his back. Is he going to lie on top of me again? “Sit here.” He pats the top of his thick thighs.
What? He can’t be serious.
I don’t move. I can’t.
“Omega,” he says in a hard tone, making my whole body jerk. “Sit,” he commands me, and my body moves.
I lift one shaking knee, crawling up onto the bed, then straddling his legs. His body radiates so much heat, making me very aware of how close my privates are to his…and the shocking difference in size.
“Grip my cock.” Jack takes both of my hands, not giving me a chance to do it on my own. “Do you feel how hard I am?” His dark eyes narrow as he forces me to squeeze his member. No. His dick.
He’s so solid and hot in my hands. The base is wide, and the tip is plump and red, with thick veins twisting around his shaft.
“Now move.” He shows me by pushing up. Then down.
It’s just like my dream.
“Keep a steady pace,” Jack instructs me, continuing to move my hands for me.
I nod, staring at the tip of his dick. A bead of something clear pushes from the tip. It’s a different color than what came out of me, but maybe that’s because he’s an alpha. It makes sense. Our bodies are very different.
“Don’t stop.” Jack releases my hands, letting me do it on my own. “That’s good, Stefan.” He bites his bottom lip as I work my hands up and down over every inch of him. Any embarrassment I felt is gone, replaced by a deep need to do this well.
I want him to be proud of me.
“Like that.” Jack’s eyes float closed as his hands slip up the outside of my thighs. He squeezes my hips, pulling my body in a gentle rocking motion as I continue to work him over. “Faster,” he snarls. “Squeeze me hard.”
I’m already holding him so tight, but I do as he says, squeezing and pumping with all my might. My hands twist as I try to get the pressure and speed just right. I’m kind of scared I’ll hurt him, but his breath hitches, telling me I’m doing well. Warmth unfurls inside me, desperate to make him feel good.
“Just like that, omega,” Jack grunts, and his cock twitches. Is it getting bigger? “Fuck!” he growls loudly as an eruption of white fluid bursts from his tip. It pumps out of him in thick spurts, coating my hands. It covers his chest and stomach, dripping over his sides and onto the sheets.
“Wow,” I gasp, unable to help myself.
My heart is pounding once again. I don’t know why, but there was something so exciting about what happened. I feel…powerful? I’m not sure if that’s the right word, but I’m happy I was able to make Jack cum . And on my first try!
I inhale deeply, trying to settle myself. The air smells thickly of Jack. His wonderful citrusy aroma floods my veins, making me feel a little restless. And I can’t help but wonder if his cum tastes like him too.
I shift at the random thought, not sure if it’s an appropriate thing to think.
“Fuck me, omega.” Jack scrubs his face hard before looking down at me. “You give one hell of a hand job.”
Something like pride bursts in my chest. “I did good?” I ask, loving his validation.
A slow-spreading smile slips across his face, and he jerks my body down to his. His cum presses against my chest, coating both of us.
“Very fucking good.” He places a simple kiss on my lips. “Now, go to sleep,” he whispers, rolling us so he’s wrapped around me like last night.
I think about asking if we need to clean up the mess, but Jack doesn't seem bothered, and honestly, I’m too tired to care right now.
“Go to sleep, young one.” Jack’s big hand slips up my chest, rubbing his fluids into my skin.
And I quickly drift off.