Chapter 5 #2
“I’m not sure how,” Ash admitted quietly, still letting Spencer hold his weight. “The pheromones are too intense, and I can’t— I mean, I’ve only just started smelling them, and—”
God, that sucked. Poor dude.
“Want me to help?” Spencer offered. “I know the basics.”
It wasn’t like he’d ever done it before, but he had a nose and his alpha instincts, so he was pretty sure he could put together something that wouldn’t offend Ash’s heat sensibilities.
Ash nodded, his soft curls brushing against Spencer’s throat.
Right. Cool, cool, cool. First, Spencer led Ash over to Ryder. “Here. Let Ryder get his scent on you while I work. It’s gonna help. You’re gonna feel so safe and horny with those big, strong pheromones all over you.”
Ryder took Ash in his arms, and Spencer didn’t stick around to watch the nuzzling, even though he was curious.
Instead, he went to each of the beds and stripped off the comforters.
He pushed Ash’s old pile aside and laid the blankets down, one on top of the other.
Then he went to Ash’s pile and selected the softest sweatshirts of the bunch, plus a few hidden pieces of underwear that smelled the strongest of Ash and Ryder.
“Some of your clothes too,” Ryder told him, his voice a low, rough rasp.
Yeah, that made sense, right, if Ash liked Spencer’s scent?
Spencer whipped off his shirt and tugged down his joggers, leaving him in his underwear.
He arranged things as best he could, using his nose and what felt right.
He found some more items of clothing under one of the beds, and added those too.
It was kind of fun, even, blending their scents together, all forest and spice and sweetness.
“Do you want a pillow border?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Spencer froze like that, his mouth going dry.
Ash was standing in front of Ryder, his back to Ryder’s front.
Ryder had his hands on Ash’s hips and was going to town on Ash’s throat, rubbing and nuzzling and nibbling, while Ash had his hand behind him, clearly inside Ryder’s boxers.
His eyes had fallen closed, his wrist was moving in a telltale rhythm, and his semi had filled to a full erection.
Well, shit. There went Spencer’s dick following suit. God, they were pretty together, Ryder’s dark good looks and big muscles and Ash’s sharply pretty face. Spencer swallowed, his dry mouth suddenly flooding with saliva.
He should … go, right? They’d clearly figured something out here. He could go home in just his boxer briefs, leave his clothes in the new nest. So he’d get a few stares. So what?
“Right.” Spencer stood up slowly. “I’m just gonna—”
“Stay,” Ryder barked.
Spencer froze again. That was a damn good alpha bark.
“Are you in?” Ryder asked. He’d lifted his head from Ash’s neck, and his gaze was hot as fire. “Like completely? Because he needs distracting while I prep him. He keeps trying to jam my cock in there before he’s ready.”
Was that what Ash had been doing while Spencer had been organizing his nest? Trying to jam himself on Ryder’s cock?
Spencer swallowed a groan. He was losing the don’t get horny battle.
“Okay. Yeah.” He cleared his throat, ignoring the thousand screaming thoughts telling him that staying was a terrible idea.
But really, how much was a guy’s willpower supposed to be tested in one day?
“His body’s still holding on to stress, probably.
You can use lube until the slick shows up, but you gotta get him in the right headspace.
” Spencer took careful steps over to them, ducking to meet Ash’s gaze.
Ash’s eyes were hazy, but he was still present.
Probably too present. “Should I suck you off?” Spencer offered. “I’m really good at it.”
A good blow job always got Spencer relaxed; that was for sure.
Ash choked.
Ryder growled. “This is you trying not to panic him? Go sit in the nest.”
Clearly Ryder was taking on the role of the dominant alpha in this heat. That was fine. Spencer was here to help. He was a—a tool, really. A tool for Ash and for the heat. Not crossing any bestie’s-little-brother ethical lines because—
Well, because.
Spencer sat cross-legged in the nest. Ryder took Ash’s hand out of his underwear and pushed him toward Spencer, whispering something that sounded like “nipple piercings.”
Oh. Did Ash like those? Spencer patted his lap. “I have my tongue pierced too. Wanna see?” He stuck it out.
Ash came over and straddled Spencer’s thighs gingerly. He didn’t seem to be a lap-sitting guy by nature. But he grabbed Spencer’s tongue between his fingers, looking at the stud.
“You’re supposed to suck on it,” Ryder said, coming toward the nest with a bottle of lube and condoms in hand.
He sounded amused again, although his voice was still lower and rougher than usual.
His boxers did nothing to hide the apparently massive alpha erection he had going on.
Spencer sure wouldn’t mind getting a grip on that thing.
No. Bad Spencer. He was just helping. He didn’t get to fondle Ryder’s big alpha dick.
“Who says I want to?” Ash taunted, although the little omega whine in his voice kind of dampened the effect.
“You’re such a brat. You wanted a Spencer, I got you a Spencer. Now be a good boy and play with him.”
Should Spencer be offended? Whatever. He’d already decided he was acting as their heat tool. And now that he had a lapful of naked Ash, he was getting a little more comfortable.
This was sex, and Spencer fucking loved sex.
He loved touching and being touched. He loved making people feel good.
He loved seeing how many times everyone could come before the night was through.
It was one of the only times life was pure pleasure, and he didn’t get why everyone got so twisted up into knots about it.
Ash finally released Spencer’s tongue, placing his hands on Spencer’s shoulders. Spencer ran his hands over Ash’s sides, helping him lean forward into Spencer as Ryder knelt behind the omega.
Ash was still way too tense though.
“You gotta relax if you want him to get in, you know,” Spencer told him. “It’s gonna feel amazing once you do.”
Ash shuddered. Had Ryder put some lube on his hole, maybe? “You speaking from experience, pretty boy?”
Spencer grinned. He knew not all alphas—or even all that many of them—liked getting fucked, but he was all for it. “Oh yeah. Love it when I can get it. Alphas might not have the slick, but we still have all those nerve endings, you know?”
Ash cocked his head, his hazy gaze suddenly sharp. “Would you ever let me fuck you?”
Spencer’s grin widened. Spitfire Ash getting that pretty dick inside him? “Fuck yeah.”
He remembered too late this was only a bro-helping-bros situation. He couldn’t actually let Noah’s little brother fuck him. But whatever. Ash was starting his heat. He was tense and freaked out. Spencer could back out later. Ash probably wouldn’t even remember he’d asked.
Ash leaned into him even further and tilted his neck. He was going all shivery but wasn’t holding himself as tense as before. “You can scent mark me.”
He sounded all regal, like he was doing Spencer a major favor by allowing it.
Spencer laughed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. And then we’re gonna make out. A lot.”
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Spencer nuzzled Ash’s neck, letting his thick, horny pheromones transfer over and mingle with Ryder’s over Ash’s skin.
Ash slowly released more of his tension, letting out little grunts and whimpers every now and again.
Ryder was definitely working a finger or two in.
He seemed to be going slow and gentle—Ash hadn’t tensed back up—so Spencer didn’t give him any input.
Maybe he and Ash had fucked before, anyway.
Spencer didn’t think so, not anymore, but who really knew with these two?
Ash smelled fucking amazing, his rich marshmallow scent covered in Ryder’s woodsy deliciousness.
Spencer’s own spiced-tea pheromones were all syrupy with lust, and they were tangling with the others, fitting together better than they should.
He almost felt like he was getting high off the mixture, and judging by the way Ash softened in his arms, he was too.
“Ryder’s got nice hands, huh?” Spencer murmured against Ash’s ear, pulling him further forward so he was at a better angle for Ryder. “Bet he’s got a nice big knot for you too. Thick as hell, I just know it. He’s got that big dick energy.”
“Is it— Is it gonna feel good?” Ash asked. He was kind of slurring now, and he was rocking on Spencer’s lap, the leaking head of his cock brushing against Spencer’s upper thigh.
“It’s gonna feel so good,” Spencer told him. He licked a drop of sweat off Ash’s neck. His own cock was so hard it hurt, but this wasn’t about him. “He’s gonna fill you up, little spitfire,” he whispered. “You’re not gonna believe you can be so full.”
Ash whimpered, a shudder going through his body. Spencer locked eyes with Ryder over Ash’s shoulder, that dark gaze searing into him hot as fire. The burned-marshmallow scent grew so much stronger. Sweeter. Fucking decadent.
There was wetness coating Spencer’s thighs now, and he let out an encouraging croon, turning his attention back to Ash. “There it is. Look at all that slick. Knew you could do it.”
Ash whimpered again, the sound muffled in the skin of Spencer’s shoulder. “It’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. It’s fucking hot.” Spencer ghosted his lips over the long line of Ash’s neck, back up to his surprisingly dainty ear.
“You know how good all that slick is gonna feel against Ryder’s dick?
His knot? He’s gonna think he’s gone straight to heaven.
So hot and wet and perfect. Fuck, I’m jealous just thinking about it. ”
And then Spencer kind of had to shut up because Ash was kissing him.
Ash was a fierce kisser, true to fucking form.
He put all of himself into it: lips, tongue, teeth.
He sucked on Spencer’s tongue just like Ryder had said, tugging at Spencer’s hair to move him just how he wanted him.
Spencer could sense Ryder moving in closer, his legs shuffling toward Spencer until their knees touched.
Ash keened into Spencer’s mouth, and Spencer felt warm wetness coat his stomach.
“Oh fuck,” Spencer breathed. “Ryder got that big dick in you, didn’t he? And you came right away. What a good fucking omega you are, Ash Teller.”