Chapter 25 #2
Taylor responded by shoving his face into Johnny’s neck, eyes fluttering shut when he drove his tongue into his scent gland.
He tasted heady and deep and much, much muskier than any omega he’d ever been with.
The scent spiralled up his nostrils, lapping over his tongue before winding its way around his nervous system like invisible fingers through hair.
It almost overwhelmed him, reflexively making him want to pull away, but the steam from the shower cast a dewy blanket that mingled with their scents, diluting them in a soupy haze.
Johnny moaned as Taylor slipped a hand between their bodies, gripping their cocks, tugging and stroking, pulling and twisting until Johnny was up on the balls of his feet, rocking and gasping in Taylor’s arms.
“Get in the shower before I turn you around and fuck you against the sink,” Johnny growled, nipping Taylor’s chin.
Taylor tipped his head back, looking at Johnny through his lashes. “You think so, huh? Tough guy with a broken arm?”
Johnny pushed his shoulder, making him stumble back into the rubber ducky shower curtain.
“Yeah, I think so,” he replied, reaching for Taylor’s neck. “Even with a broken arm I’ll have you wrapped around my knot.”
Taylor dragged Johnny into the shower with him, the water dousing their shoulders. It was like a thousand tiny pins hitting his skin, every cell in his body alight with need.
“Keep your brace out of the water,” he said, tugging Johnny’s arm behind the curtain.
“Fuck the brace,” Johnny growled in response.
There was no way Johnny was winning on that front, so Taylor pressed him back against the tiles and pinned his shoulder with his own. Their kisses were frantic, full of teeth and tongue.
“Stay still,” Taylor growled, shamelessly throwing a good amount of force into his alpha voice.
Johnny’s body went pliant for the briefest of moments, but it was enough for Taylor to wedge him between his chest and the wall.
“Stay still,” Taylor whispered, softer that time as he ran a hand along Johnny’s ribs and into the deep cut of his hips. “I’ll look after you.”
Johnny let out a shaking breath, nodding as he grabbed a bottle of shower gel from the little shelf in the corner and squirted a some into Taylor’s palm.
They groaned into each other’s mouths, hips jerking as Taylor massaged their cocks until foam slid down their balls and between their legs.
Johnny let his eyes flutter shut, sinking into the touch as he propped his forehead against Taylor’s shoulder.
“That’s it,” Taylor whispered, kissing his temple. “That’s it, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.” Johnny shuddered, his stance widening as Taylor pressed a knee between his legs. He tipped his head, letting Taylor catch his lips as water ran into their mouths.
“I know all about your toys,” Taylor murmured, sliding a hand down Johnny’s spine. “How you open your top drawer in the middle of the night.”
Johnny moaned, eyes cracking open slightly as Taylor palmed his arse. “You know, huh?” he whispered, voice breathy as he snaked an ankle around Taylor’s calf. “Did it make you feel hot and bothered?”
Taylor smirked, sliding his fingers into Johnny’s crease and circling them around his rim. It was soft and tight, twitching a little as Taylor stroked it. “You could say that.”
Pressing his mouth into Johnny’s hair, Taylor dipped the tip of his finger into Johnny’s hole. It clenched around him, making Johnny let out a breathy moan as he skimmed a hand down Taylor’s arse cheeks. He mirrored Taylor’s actions, sliding his fingers into his crease.
Taylor shivered, the unfamiliar sensation making his balls pull tight.
“You like that?” Johnny whispered into his mouth, moving his hand and rubbing the pad of his middle finger around Taylor’s hole. Taylor let out an unexpectedly breathy moan as his hips canted forwards on their own.
“When we get out of here,” Johnny continued, kissing Taylor’s wet throat, “I’m gonna lie on the bed and you’re gonna sit on my face.”
Taylor huffed out a quiet laugh, revelling in the way Johnny’s body opened as he slid the tip of another finger inside him. “I’ll crush you.”
Nipping Taylor’s neck, Johnny ground down on his fingers. “Only one of us has a busted arm—ah. You can hold yourself up while—ngh—I eat you out.”
Johnny’s nipples were hard against Taylor’s chest, making his balls contract as more blood pumped to his cock and knot. The simmering heat in Taylor’s belly made his abs clench, and before he knew it he was leaning over Johnny with an arm braced against the tiles.
“Fuck,” he growled, eyes drifting shut he dragged his mouth over Johnny’s scent gland again. “Is it… Is biting you still off the table?”
Johnny smiled, grinding harder onto Taylor’s fingers until he was well past the second knuckle.
“We had a deal, did we not?” His voice was low and rumbly, reverberating through Taylor’s body, and before he could stop it, his dick bucked and hot pleasure coiled around his legs.
He snarled, returning a hand to their cocks and jerking until he came all over Johnny’s belly.
Johnny moaned, his leg coming up to wrap around Taylor’s thigh whilst his body pulled Taylor’s fingers all the way in.
His cock strained hard as he came, white ribbons of come hitting both of their chins and chests.
Taylor drove his face into Johnny’s neck, lapping it up before the shower washed it away.
“Tay, Taylor…” Johnny moaned, hand tangling in Taylor’s hair. They panted into each other’s mouths, the water turning cold as it trickled down Taylor’s back and into the drain.
“Taylor. Tay. Get out,” Johnny said, voice unsteady as he uncoiled his leg and pushed open the shower curtain. “And get in the bedroom.”
Taylor did as he was told, not bothering to dry himself off as his feet slapped across the bathroom tiles and onto carpet. Johnny was immediately at his back, his demanding scent flooding Taylor’s nostrils and spooling around his body again like a goddamned fishing net.
He realised then that what he’d smelled in the alleyway wasn’t confusion or anger or distress, but Johnny’s arousal tangled up in desperation. He’d been holding back for over a decade, suppressing his emotions, keeping a handle on his pheromones just so Taylor wouldn’t lose his fucking head.
But now it was there, front and centre and not the soft, sweet smell of an omega, but the scent of another alpha drenching every part of him, inside and out.
Controlling him.
Forcing him to submit to a beating.
Shit, no, not that.
Taylor squeezed his eyes shut, laughing just once, sharp and loud into the silent room. He covered his mouth as an overwhelming wave of anxiety crashed over him.
Johnny stopped, worry pulling at the corners of his eyes as he turned Taylor around.
“What’s wrong?” he said, tugging Taylor’s hand away from his mouth. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Taylor covered his eyes, dropping onto the edge of the bed. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled, his stomach twisting.
“Tay?” Johnny sank onto the bed next to him. “Talk to me.”
“I-it’s… it’s nothing. I-I… uh…” He gripped the sheets, head beginning to spin as memories of his dad tried to push through.
“Taylor?” Johnny’s eyes were wide as he slipped his fingers around Taylor’s jaw, cupping his face and holding his gaze.
Taylor let out a long breath, blinked, then inhaled so hard he almost choked on his own spit.
“Sorry,” he said, all the saliva rushing to his mouth at once.
“I… I… think I’m nervous. And I… I never knew you smelled like that.
Like my dad. Fuck, that’s not what I meant.
You don’t smell like my dad at all. I just mean…
I knew you could smell like that but… fuck. ”
Johnny pulled back, his scent receding as a look of dread crossed his face. “I… what?”
“Not like my dad… like an alpha. I mean, shit, obviously you smell like an alpha, but it’s different. You’re different and… you smell good. Really good, but it’s… it’s making me nervous. God, I’m so fucking nervous all of a sudden.”
A lopsided smile tugged at Johnny’s mouth, as though he couldn’t decide whether to smile or cry. He leant forwards to brush a hand over Taylor’s chest.
“Tay, you know I would never dominate you with my scent. Never. Yeah, I smell different because I’m really turned on, but I can’t… I don’t want to control it, but I will. For you. And I’m nervous too, by the way.”
“Shit,” Taylor said, gripping Johnny’s wrist and kissing his palm. “I didn’t mean… That came out wrong.”
Johnny pulled back, and he had a flighty look in his eyes.
Groaning, Taylor pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, because Johnny looked like he might actually throw himself out of the window. Curling around the other alpha, Taylor shoved his face into his neck and let the scent wash over him again.
He could do this. He would get over this. This was Johnny, his Johnny.
After a while, Johnny turned his face into Taylor’s hair and whispered, “Tay, please?”
Taylor sighed. “I’m good.”
Johnny gripped his hair, tugging softly.
“It’s just… You… you kinda make me feel like a virgin, you know?”
Johnny ran a hand down his back. “What does that mean?”
Sitting up, Taylor splayed his hands over Johnny’s pecs. “It means… being with omegas is like jumping into a Jacuzzi, right? You know what you’re going to get and you know it’s going to be relaxing and nice.”
Johnny tipped his head and blinked a few times. “Yeah?”
“But now… right now it feels like… like the Jacuzzi might be filled with boiling water. Like… it’s exciting, but could also be skin-meltingly dangerous. Do you know what I mean?”
Johnny ran his hands up Taylor’s thighs, thumbs brushing over his balls.
He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally saying, “Yeah, that’s what it’s like when alphas have sex.
Your scents are competing, but should never dominate.
It’s why communication is important. No pheromone cheat codes, or whatever.
Surely you realised that when you slept with Sam? ”
Taylor shrugged. “I just thought it was rough, very traumatised sex. I mean, we’d just responded to that guy with the machete, the one that nearly cut my fingers off?
Me and Sam, we… we were just letting off some steam after we thought…
Well we thought one or both of us was going to get our throats slashed. ”
Johnny slowly sat up, a look of understanding rippling across his face as he placed a small kiss on Taylor’s collarbone. “Yeah. That was a rough shift. But letting off steam with another alpha without communicating first is risky, Tay. It sounds like you didn’t know what you were doing.”
Taylor huffed out a laugh, running his fingers through Johnny’s hair. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just bad at sex with alphas.”
Johnny looked up at him through his thick lashes. “It sounds like you’re fishing for a compliment.”
Taylor slapped his shoulder. “I’m not.”
“Have we been having bad sex, Tay?”
“No it’s… it’s been really fucking hot, JP.”
Johnny craned his neck to kiss Taylor’s jaw. “In that case, I’m sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but in your utterly ludicrous quest for sexual repression you have technically made yourself a virgin. Unless you’re going to tell me Sam pegged you?”
Taylor pulled Johnny’s hair, yanking his head back to kiss him on the mouth. “No, she didn’t, and neither has anyone else.”
Johnny raised an eyebrow, smiling into the kiss. “Not even a cheeky finger?”
“No, JP. I haven’t had omegas lining up asking me to sit on their faces, and it isn’t something I’ve explored myself.”
Johnny’s smirk turned into an outright grin as he slowly sank back into the pillows and threw an arm behind his head. “Well then, if you want, this face is all yours.”