3. Luca
3
LUCA
W est did not stop, nor did he fumble.
Gone was the man who was so self-conscious, he unnecessarily flattened himself against the wall when they passed each other in the hallway so Luca would have enough space to get by.
This West was bold, assertive, and fearless.
He did not shrink away.
The change was so drastic that Luca’s breath caught in his throat.
Alphas exposed to the pheromones produced by an omega’s heat were prone to rash behavior like this, but Luca’s heat had only just started.
He wasn’t even far enough along yet to have lost himself to his breeding instinct.
His pheromones shouldn’t have been potent enough to drag West under.
But here they were, West sinking down hungrily between his legs and Luca breathless, throat constricting, so close to letting out a whimper that he had to swallow to physically hold it back.
“You don’t have to—” he began, but then West’s nose bumped his inner thigh, his lips found Luca’s skin, and all thoughts of protest vanished.
He watched, mouth agape, as West kissed his way upward.
Inward.
Closer, and closer, until his lips weren’t on Luca’s thigh anymore.
They found the base of Luca’s aching cock, kissed it, and from there moved upward kiss by sucking kiss until they latched on to his tip.
“Fuck…” Luca swallowed again, but it was an exercise in futility—there was no holding back his whimpering now.
It came out with each strained breath and grew louder and more desperate as West took him deeper, tongue swirling, sucking as if he’d been waiting to do this his entire life.
Luca’s toes curled.
Without thinking, he sank his fingers into West’s thick dark hair, pushing him down, urging him onward.
West looked up at him from beneath hooded eyes, then lowered his head and took Luca all the way to the hilt.
“I’m not… I’m… I’m not…” Luca squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, gasping and writhing as West had his way with him.
“I’m not gonna get pregnant from a blowjob, West. You don’t have to do this. You can just?—”
West’s lips tightened, and he did something with his tongue that made Luca choke on his words…
and he didn’t stop.
He kept going, sucking, swallowing, while Luca fell to pieces beneath him.
Satisfying sex increased the odds of conception, sure, but the urgency—the hunger —with which West was blowing him made it tempting to believe that West was doing this not for any altruistic reason, but because he wanted it.
Because he’d been craving it.
Because he wanted Luca as badly as Luca had always wanted him.
It was nothing more than wishful thinking, but it spurred Luca on.
He tightened his grip on West’s hair and raised his hips, pushing himself deeper into the tight, wet heat of West’s mouth.
The pleasure was unrelenting, and he chased it greedily.
Over and over.
Until…
“West,” Luca choked out in warning.
“West, I…”
West drew back.
He couldn’t completely disengage from Luca’s cock—Luca was holding him too securely for that—but he came up enough that some of the pleasure waned.
Luca, panting and hot in the face, stared down at him.
He was sure he had to look a mess, his hair plastered uncomfortably across his forehead and his thighs trembling, but West didn’t seem to notice.
His eyes met Luca’s, hunger burning darkly in them, before he dropped his head to take Luca to the base one last time.
Luca shouted out, balls tightening as an orgasm began to clench deep in his belly, but then West grabbed him by the wrists and coaxed his hands open.
Now free, he parted from Luca and regarded him pointedly.
Luca looked back, docile and desperate.
The absence of West’s mouth felt wrong to such a high degree that on the next exhale, he reflexively let loose with a pained, pitched whine that caught in his throat—a sign his heat was taking control.
It wouldn’t be long now before it consumed him entirely.
Before that happened, he needed to see this through.
Needed to know what it was like to be bred by his best friend.
“Come here,” he urged, parting his thighs.
“Come here and put it in me. Let’s make a baby, West. Fuck my heat out of me.”
West was on him in an instant, one hand securing Luca’s shoulder to the bed while the other slipped between their bodies.
There was the clink of metal—a belt buckle coming undone—then the zip of a hastily undone fly.
West didn’t take off his shirt.
He didn’t undo his pants.
Fly undone, he slotted himself between Luca’s legs, grabbed him by the hip, and brought the bare tip of his cock to Luca’s slick-soaked hole.
Luca didn’t even have a chance to see West’s cock before it pushed inside.
Sex wasn’t a new concept to Luca—he’d had his fair share of short-term boyfriends and one-night stands in the fourteen years since he and West had graduated high school—but comparing the sex he’d had with them to this was like comparing a three-legged race to an Olympic marathon.
All the awkwardness, the embarrassment, the sense that something just wasn’t right vanished.
Gone were all his inhibitions.
Nothing was holding him back now.
With West, he took to the track not to fumble, but to fly.
Breathless, winded, dizzy-headed, Luca looked down his own body at where he ended, and West began.
The marginal portion of West’s shaft that was visible was thick, the size difference between them so drastic that the way their bodies came together bordered on absurd.
Luca had taken big dicks before—had been born to take them, by virtue of his genes—but as West drew back and Luca witnessed his enormity in full, he was stunned that such a monstrous thing had found its way inside him.
Long.
Thick.
Beautifully veined.
It glistened with his slick, so wet it was almost dripping.
It drew out almost all the way, right to the point where its flared head snagged the clenching muscle of Luca’s hole, and made like it was going to keep going—like it was going to leave him.
Seeing it, Luca gasped in horror and clamped down hard out of desperation.
He didn’t want it to fall out.
Even a second without West’s cock in him was too miserable a possibility to entertain.
“You… you have to put it back in,” he said urgently, panting.
He couldn’t bring himself to look away from where it was jutting between his legs.
“Put it all the way back in. Put it inside me and don’t pull it out. Not ever. Want you to knot me. Want you to put it deep. Never wanna see you this far out of me again.”
A visible shiver coursed through West, and he made a low, guttural sound in his throat that would have gone straight to Luca’s dick had he not already been rock hard.
The hand that had been on Luca’s shoulder—the one that had pinned him down—released him so West’s elbow could find its place on the mattress next to Luca’s head.
West’s other hand, once wrapped around the base of his cock to facilitate penetration, came to cup Luca’s ass.
It lifted him up as though he weighed nothing, giving West better access to his body, then squeezed possessively.
It was all the warning Luca had before West pushed all the way back inside.
Dazed, Luca looked down his body.
He’d taken so much of West, there was barely any shaft left to see.
How deep was it inside of him?
Mouth falling open, he pushed down on his stomach, imagining it was there, so far up inside him that there was barely a place West wasn’t.
And then West began to thrust.
Consumed by the pleasure of it and spurred on by his heat, Luca cried out loud and locked his thighs around West’s hips while his arms wrapped around West’s neck, latching on to him so he could never pull out unbidden again.
Not that West needed the encouragement.
Hips rolling, shaft plunging into Luca with increasing vigor and speed, he seemed every bit as obsessed with Luca’s body as Luca was with his.
They fucked, and they fucked hard.
Fast.
West taking what he wanted while Luca clung to him, giving West everything he had.
Gasping, panting, moaning, faces close but not quite touching, they ground on each other, inching closer and closer to completion—but as good as it was, it wasn’t enough.
Luca needed more.
He turned his head to look at West.
Sweat had broken out across his brow and splotchy red patches rose from his neck all the way to his cheeks.
His mouth hung open from the effort he was putting in to breed Luca, and his usually schooled expression had slipped.
He looked a mess.
And all because of Luca.
Because he was so engrossed in Luca’s body that he didn’t have room to worry about what anyone else might think.
Luca’s heart thudded hard, and without thinking, he kissed the corner of West’s lips once, then again, and again, until West turned his head and met his mouth to kiss him properly.
They sank onto the mattress together, West’s hips never stopping, while the kiss deepened.
West’s tongue met Luca’s, and that was it.
Luca had what he needed.
Had West body and soul.
He whimpered into West’s mouth as he surrendered to him, tongue running coyly over West’s while below, he squeezed West’s cock imploringly.
His heat was right there, scratching at the door of his mind, wanting to be let in so it could take control, but Luca refused to turn the lock.
Not until he felt West come.
Not until he knew what it was like to be filled by his best friend.
He came in anticipation of it, the thought of being West’s lover pushing him over the edge, but even as he came, he kept the kiss going.
He didn’t want it to stop.
It was so easy to pretend that this was real when they were touching like this—that West was really his, and they were making a baby not because Luca had asked it of him as a favor, but because West wanted it, too.
They were still kissing when West’s knot swelled.
Still kissing when he came deep, flooding Luca’s womb with his seed.
Still kissing when Luca’s heat set in and senseless instinct took hold?—
—and if there was any justice in this world, they’d still be kissing when he snapped out of it.
It was sunny when Luca came back to his senses, and the bedroom strangely chilled despite the sex-sticky stuffiness in the air.
If it weren't for the man on top of him, he might have shivered, but West was an effective blanket—and his cock an excellent distraction. It pumped into Luca steadily, unhurriedly, more like West was passing time than invested in his own pleasure.
“God, that feels good,” Luca breathed, causing West to come to a stop. He didn't pull out, but he did prop himself up on his hands and looked down at Luca with worried eyes.
“Luca?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Is it over?” West hesitated.
“Are you yourself again?”
“Yeah. I think so. How long was I out?”
The worry on West's face did not abate. “In a couple hours, it will have been five days.”
Five days.
Luca exhaled slowly, trying to chase out an uncomfortable feeling taking root inside his chest. Thanks to modern medicine, this was the first time since puberty that he’d blacked out during his heat, and he’d forgotten how utterly disconcerting it was to wake up and realize the last time he’d really been himself was almost a full week ago.
But, uneasiness aside, there was a silver lining.
An omega’s heat lasted seven days on average, and Luca’s had always maintained status quo. The fact that he had pulled out of it two days early could only mean one thing: West had done his job.
Luca was pregnant.
The thrill of realization rose inside of him like a soap bubble, shiny and glowing, lifting him up, up, up until it felt like he was floating. Realistically, it was no great surprise that what he’d hoped had come to pass—almost no omega who had unprotected sex during their heat could avoid pregnancy—but it felt unreal in the same way that beholding a once messy, now spotless room after a day spent deep cleaning it was disorienting. Yeah, he’d put in the work knowing the outcome, but the result was shocking all the same.
“I made sure to take good care of you,” West rushed to say, no doubt noticing Luca’s discomfort. “I kept you hydrated and fed, and we even got to shower a few times between, um…” He went tomato red. “Sessions. I figure we can order in tonight so we can get some real food in you, and I can spend between now and then cleaning up. The bathroom’s a little messy since we, uh… you know… in the shower, and I’ll get your bedding stripped and ready for the laundry.”
They stared at each other in silence for a moment, during which West went from tomato to cranberry.
“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked. “It’s weird, right? I thought you wouldn’t be back to normal for a while, and just a couple of minutes ago you were begging for me to put it in, so…”
He pulled out just a bit, readying himself for Luca to give him the okay, but the silken drag as he moved reminded Luca that sex with West hadn’t just been great—it was the new gold standard. Even something as simple as pulling out set off fireworks in the pit of Luca’s stomach.
Without meaning to, he clamped his thighs around West’s hips, holding him in place.
“No. You should… you should finish what you started.” His gaze drifted down to West’s kiss-swollen lips. Never had they been more tempting. “The bathroom and laundry can wait until tomorrow, but we’re never gonna have a chance to do this ever again. Fuck me just a while longer and stay the night, and we can go back to being friends in the morning.”
West’s lips parted.
It took a moment for him to find the words to say, but he didn’t need to speak—Luca knew what was on his mind from the way his body responded, hips pressing slowly forward, cock sinking back in.
“Just one more night?” he asked hesitantly. “And we’ll go back to being friends after?”
“Yeah,” Luca whispered, reaching up to take him by the cheeks so he could gently guide West’s mouth to his. “One more night. That’s all. We’ll have as much sex as we want, and when we wake up, we’ll leave it all behind us… but for now, don’t you dare take it out. I want you to keep fucking me.”
West’s cock throbbed in agreement, and his lips met Luca’s to seal the pact.
They’d go back to being friends tomorrow.
But for today, friendship could wait.