Chapter 6 Aaron
AARON
Pax is in the bathroom fucking himself so hard on a toy that I have to wonder if he’s bruised all over. He’s making needy little sounds and begging for cock. Alpha cock. But he hasn’t said pumpkin, so here I sit on the couch. Not that I’m hoping for him to say the word.
Speaking of cock, though, mine is as hard as a diamond right now. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and I open my robe for some relief. I doubt he’ll get upset if I deal with my own problem.
I slide a hand down my chest, over my abs, to my happy trail and tug at my pubic hair while my other hand cups my balls. Pax is going to be in that bathroom for days, so I can go slow with my own pleasure if I want.
“Please! I need a cock. Big Alpha cock. Or a fist. Please!” Pax cries from the bathroom, no doubt loud enough on purpose so I can hear him. The grunts of release he cries out every time he comes sends a bolt through me.
I need to come. My eyes shutter closed as I wrap my hand around my dick.
I thumb the tip and taste my pre-cum. What would Pax look like on his knees in front of me?
Mouth open, begging for my cum to help him feel better.
A moan rumbles from my chest when I start pumping.
Fuck, what would Pax feel like? What would his plush lips feel like?
His strong hands? And damn, he looked good, nearly naked.
He’s perfectly built, if you ask me. Screw anyone that ever told him otherwise.
My alarm goes off at the same time I come. The orgasm hits me like a damn train and I’m not entirely sure I can get to my feet to fetch more snacks and liquid for Pax right now.
I drop my head to the back of the couch and take deep breaths. I’m gonna have to clean up before I go to him.
Once I’ve caught my breath and my heart rate’s slowed, I rummage around in the kitchen. I hadn’t brought a lot, so I’m going to need to go shopping soon so I can take care of Pax better. But I have enough for a couple of sandwiches. I wrap them in some beeswax covers to protect them.
Clutching the sandwiches, I brace myself at the bathroom door before I knock. Pax is quiet and I have to wonder if he’s resting or so exhausted he can’t move.
“I have sandwiches this time,” I say when I push the door open.
His Omega pheromones hit me and my knees almost buckle, but I force myself to stand strong.
Pax peeks his head over the lip of the bathtub. Tear streaks run down his cheeks. “Why are you so nice to me?”
“Because you deserve to be treated with kindness. Just like everyone else.” I place the sandwiches on the cart and turn to leave.
“Don’t go. Please. I think the first wave is over.” He rustles around and I realize he’s covering his lower half with a towel.
Who the heck can refuse that request? Certainly not a freshly come Alpha.
Pax brushes his hair from his eyes as he reaches for the sandwiches. “Will you eat with me?”
I nod. “Do you wanna eat in here?”
“It’s safer this way,” he mumbles.
The silence is solid for a few minutes, broken only by the dainty clink of the beeswax wrap as Pax opens his sandwich and the sound of chewing.
His hands shake. He’s raw from… well, from everything, but especially from riding out a Heat solo, and I half-expect him to maintain the intensity.
But right now he’s soft, with his knees tucked up and his mouth full.
I risk sitting on the closed toilet lid, still within eye-line. “Feeling better?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I don’t know. I think I’m just tired.”
“Keep eating,” I say. “Your body burns up calories like crazy in Heat. You gotta keep fueling it.”
Pax nods. He polishes off the sandwich in record time. “You eat, too. Or I’ll feel guilty.”
I grab the other sandwich and hand it to him. “I made them for you. You need the energy.” Pax’s stomach rumbles and I wave the sandwich at him. “See, your stomach agrees.”
“If you’re sure?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper, but he takes my offering.
The tub is a cozy pile of softness, with Pax sunk to his shoulders among the blankets. I spot an honestly pretty modest blue dildo covered in drying slick next to his thigh. And then I notice three increasingly larger toys also within the tub sanctuary.
I won’t pretend I’m not jealous. My fingers itch to move them. To offer myself again. Such strange thoughts that I’ve never had towards another Omega before.
Usually, I just want to have a good time, not anticipate someone’s every need.
But with Pax, it’s different. I want him to know he has someone happy to help him in any way he needs.
Not just my knot. No, I want to feed him, and make sure he’s warm.
Well, when he’s not in Heat, anyway. Make sure he’s drinking enough water. And help him figure out who he is.
Pax watches me while he eats, like a feral animal, making sure I won’t take his food. Once he finishes the second sandwich, I relax and so does he.
Pax stretches a little, jostling all of the toys inside the tub with him. “It wasn’t so bad. Having someone on the other side of the door. Less lonely than usual.” His face brightens. “Usually I just hole up at my place and tell everyone I’m sick.”
“Everyone deserves someone to take care of them during their Heat,” I say. My fingers twitch to smoothe the hair matted to his face.
Our eyes meet and something in my gut twists. My sense of smell isn’t as keen as in mink form, but even now, Pax’s pheromones are a punch to the solar plexus. It isn’t just sex. It’s desperation and need, and the tiniest streak of shame. I want to erase that last one with my tongue.
I shake my head to clear it. He hasn’t asked for anything like that. “Can I bring you more water? Or I can leave you alone for a bit again.”
“Can you just—can you stay?” His hands fist the edge of one of the towels, wringing it slowly. “It’s… quieter with you here. I’m so tired of the inside of my own head.”
“Not a problem, Pax. Tell me about cars.”
“You want to talk about cars?” He huffs a short laugh and it makes me smile.
“Sure. I work with my hands too, just with fabric and stuffing instead of steel and oil. Maybe I’ll learn something.”
It works to take him out of his head. He starts talking. At first it’s awkward, but as I ask questions and he explains, an aura of authority settles over him. He gets animated, uses his hands to mime a piston, and his face flushes. When he pauses, he seems surprised to find I’m still interested.
He blinks. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”
“I think it’s nice,” I say. “You’re passionate.”
His breathing changes. The flush in his cheeks spreads, but not from embarrassment. This time it’s a familiar creeping Heat. His pheromones rise in the air making my cock react. Pax grits his teeth and closes his eyes.
“Next wave,” he says, voice thin and trembling.
I stand up, ready to leave. “I’ll give you privacy—”
Pax’s hand darts out and curls around my wrist. His touch sends an electric spark through my body.
Mate.
Mate.
Mate!
“Fuck.” I breathe out as I drop to my knees.
“What just happened?” Pax’s eyes are huge and focus on where we connect.