Chapter 34 Warren
WARREN
Warren froze.
He didn’t want to admit that he’d masturbated five times in the past two days to the memory of their last time together. He’d had to tap out – yes – but the parts leading up to that had been so good that just thinking about it made him hard.
The last two times he’d jerked off, all he’d had to do was recall the sensation of being crushed between Harland and Max’s abs while they sucked his cock and bit his inner thigh.
Warren's face heated. "Just normal stuff in the shower."
Harland grabbed his neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. “No more of that.”
Warren frowned. No more of what?
Harland didn’t elaborate, and before Warren could ask him to explain what he meant, their waitress brought them their food.
“Just in case you get thirsty,” she said, putting a glass of water down in front of Harland. She looked at Warren and Max. “Anything else for you boys?”
The burger with fries that Warren had ordered looked good, and she’d brought ketchup.
“I’m good.”
“Me too,” Max added.
“Okay.” The waitress looked at Harland. “Are you sure I can't get you anything?”
“No thank you," Harland replied, his voice muffled by the helmet. "I already ate."
“I understand.” She looked at Warren and Max. “Enjoy your food!”
Watching her walk away, Warren wondered what she thought Harland’s deal was. He doubted her first guess would be that he was a vampire.
He took a sip of his water and wiped his hands on the little wet nap that had been provided with his food and started eating.
Harland reached over and ran his fingers down his back, the tips of his gloves scratching Warren’s back and making little tingles run up and down his spine.
He kept eating.
“Yum,” Max said, already finishing up one of his two hamburgers. “These are good!”
Warren nodded his agreement. The burger was good, but not as good as the gentle scratching Harland was doing over his back.
“Are you heading to work right after this?” Warren asked, wondering if Max might have time for a little fun before he went off to be a hero fireman.
“I am, yeah,” Max said. “I’m on shift until tomorrow at noon.”
Picking at his fries – too full for the rest of his burger – Warren asked Max any and all of the questions that popped into his mind about life as a fireman.
Max answered them all enthusiastically. Harland said nothing, seeming content to sit next to Warren and run his fingers up and down his back.
“Do you ever do that thing where you go to schools to talk about fires?” Warren asked, after Max was done explaining the most common reasons that they were called out for false alarms.
Max sat up, clearly excited by the topic. "We do! It’s so fun. The kids are adorable, and they ask the cutest questions.”
“Yeah, like what?”
Max laughed. “This one kid asked if we made calendars like her mom had in her bathroom. That was pretty hilarious. Another kid asked if we ever have to save people while they’re sitting on the toilet.”
“And do you?” He chewed on the end of a long fry.
“Sometimes, if someone doesn’t realize that there’s a fire and we barge in on them.” Max wiped his mouth with his napkin and took a sip of water. “But that’s pretty rare. I barged in on a couple having sex once. That was awkward.”
Warren giggled. “They must have been so surprised.”
“The woman thought that her husband had hired me.” Max rubbed his eyes, the memory making him blush as he laughed. “She was so happy.”
Warren laughed. Max’s embarrassment was hilarious. He put his napkin on top of his plate, done with his food, and scooted over to sit pressed up against Harland.
Lifting his arm, Harland let him press in close before bringing his arm down around his shoulders.
“This is nice,” Warren said, tracing his fingers over the thick expanse of Harland’s thigh. The leather was rugged and stiff, and not nearly as soft as the pants Harland wore during the night.
“I’m glad you agreed to come meet us,” Harland said, lifting his hand and tousling Warren’s hair.
The sensation of Harland’s gloved fingers petting his scalp sent an intense cascade of tingles running up and down his spine.
“Me too,” Max said. “This was fun.”
“Yeah,” Warren agreed, still shuddering from the pleasant tingles. “And I’ll see you both tomorrow for our date with Marcus, too, right?”
“Absolutely,” Max said. “I’m picking him up at the airport after work.”
Warren was looking forward to spending time with all three of his alphas. The thought of them together still made him feel a little nervous, but any time he started to feel overwhelmed, he remembered how easily Harland and Max had accepted it when he wanted to cut the fun short and stop having sex.
There was no guilting him into continuing, no prodding him to let them have just a little more fun—he'd said stop, and they'd listened.
“I’ll pick you up at four,” Harland said, sliding his hand from Warren’s scalp to his neck. He squeezed him gently. “Do you still want to go to the Christmas market?”
“I think it sounds fun,” Warren said. He wasn’t the one who’d suggested it – that would be Marcus – but he liked the idea of walking around all the little stalls and drinking hot cocoa and eggnog.
It would be charming. Then, after the market, when the sun had gone down and Harland could take off his helmet, they’d go out to eat at a fancy restaurant.
What they were doing after that, however, had not been discussed.
“Speaking of work, I need to get going,” Max said. He grabbed his coat and folded it over his arm, exited the booth, and leaned down to give Warren a quick kiss on the lips and Harland a messy smooch on his helmet. “See you later.”
“Bye,” Warren said, watching him go.
“He’s holding his coat like that because he’s hard,” Harland said, drawing Warren’s attention to the fact that Max wasn’t putting his coat on even as he made his way outside.
“Oh,” Warren said, wishing he could have seen Max’s bulge. He’d been wearing jeans today, and Warren bet his cock looked very pretty outlined by the distressed denim.
“What’s your plan now?” Harland asked, still stroking Warren’s neck.
“Josh and I are going to study in the library.” Warren’s hand was resting on Harland’s thigh. “After that I think I’m going to have an early night. What about you?”
“I have a meeting with my lawyer and then I’m going home.”
Warren didn’t say anything. He'd been hard since Harland had started scratching his back, and the tension between them suggested something more was going to happen.
“I should get going.” Harland sat up straight, scooting Warren aside and out of the booth and sliding out after him. He rose up and took Warren’s face between his palms, rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks. “This was nice. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”
Warren stared at his reflection in Harland’s visor. He looked desperately horny. His eyes were dark, his lips parted, and there was a flush in his cheeks that was pure arousal.
It felt like being tipsy.
“Do you have time to have some fun, maybe?” Warren asked. He bit his lip, looking up at Harland’s anonymous helmet for any sign that he was as turned on as he was.
Harland tilted his head.
“Tomorrow.” It was a judgment and promise all in one. Warren would have to wait, but his reward would come.
“Okay,” Warren said.
Harland released his face from his grip, tousling his hair in a way that felt just the right flavor of patronizing.
Grabbing his coat and putting it on, Warren followed Harland outside and watched him mount his bike and take off.
He stood there, on the sidewalk, alone, feeling like something more should have happened with Max and Harland.
He'd been looking forward to that ‘more’ all day – from the moment he got up and jerked off in the shower until he’d seen the two alphas standing there on the sidewalk like a pair of demigods, he’d been anticipating whatever debauched plans Harland and Max had for their lunch date.
When Harland had started scratching his back, he’d thought for sure that they were getting started.
But then nothing had happened. He’d gotten some amazing back scratches and that was it.
“Disappointing” was too weak a word to describe how Warren felt.
Feeling like a coward, Warren wished he’d had the courage to slide his hand up from where he’d been touching Harland’s thigh and cup his bulge – just for a second.
There was something so arousing about being allowed to touch and explore. Why hadn’t he taken advantage?
One of his goals for his relationship with Max, Harland and Marcus was to spend time worshiping their bodies. From their enormous feet and up to their sweaty pits, Warren wanted to lick and suck and push his face into every part of them.
His session with Marcus, where the domineering alpha had shifted into his alpha form, was right up there in the top three hottest things that Warren had ever experienced.
The way Marcus had dragged his face all over his pecs and into his armpits had been life-changing.
Warren glanced down at his phone and shook off his horny musings. He really needed to get a grip. He sent off a quick text to Josh, letting him know that he’d be a few minutes late, and put his phone in his pocket and got on his way.
The walk to the library was pleasant, but bracing. The days felt like they were getting colder as Christmas approached.
Warren listened to one of his gossip podcasts, and he’d just closed the podcast app and walked into the library when his phone rang.
He immediately perked up, thinking that Harland might be calling him for a little after-lunch treat, but his excitement died down when he saw that it was just his sister.
He stayed in the lobby to answer the call and immediately had to pull the phone away from his ear to protect his eardrums from his sister’s enthusiastic and very loud voice.
“I have amazing, fantastic, and brilliant news!”
Warren grinned, wondering what in the world could make his sister this happy. Had one of her roommates been expelled?
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Vivian let out a breathless squeal and shouted, “I won a trip for two to Disney World!”
That was the last thing Warren had expected to hear.
“How did you win a trip to Disneyland?”
“Disney World, Warren. They’re completely different,” Vivian said, her voice breathlessly thrilled.
Warren and his sister had gone on exactly one trip to Florida with their grandmother, and had spent one day at Disney, and the experience had seared itself into Vivian’s memory and made her obsessed.
Her life’s ambition ever since had been to get into their college program.
“Congratulations,” he said. “Did they include airfare? I can help you out if you need it.”
“No, but I found cheap last-minute tickets. I won a radio contest. Three nights and four days at the Holiday Inn and three days of park tickets. We check in on Sunday.”
“Who are you taking?” Warren asked.
His sister deserved this. She was working hard and getting amazing grades, and she was extremely responsible with the money Warren sent her from his job with the agency.
“You, silly. You said that you were on top of things for finals and that you were done with lectures. You’ll get home on Wednesday and have a whole week to study.”
Warren didn’t know why he was so flummoxed by his sister wanting to take him on vacation, but he was. Gobsmacked.
“I can't go to Disneyland,” Warren protested.
“Warren, this is free. I linked the tickets in the app and they are real. You study every day and you said that this had been an easy semester and that you’re practically all set for finals. You can come with me and have Christmas at Disney World.”
Taking a deep breath, Warren considered his study plan for the next two weeks. It was true that he was on top of everything – he could probably take his finals now and do very well – but he still wanted to study so that he was absolutely sure that he'd get that A.
Then again, there was a lot of room in his study schedule that he’d set aside specifically to spend time with Harland, Max and Marcus. If he shifted some of that time and gave it to his sister…
Warren found himself smiling, caught up in Vivian's enthusiasm. "Okay, we're going to Disneyland."
“World, Warren,” Vivian corrected, letting out another happy squeal of joy. “This is going to be so much fun! I’ll send you your ticket.”
“You already bought my ticket?” Warren asked, chuckling at her audacity.
“It’s refundable for twenty-four hours. I’m not wasteful,” Vivian said with scorn. “Okay, I’ve got to go. I have to plan. Love you!”
Vivian hung up, leaving Warren feeling like he’d just weathered a storm. His phone pinged, an email hitting his inbox with a flight ticket to Orlando.
The flight left at six in the morning.