Chapter 11
B ecause Kallen’s life was utterly ridiculous, he was going into heat in a week and he was lying with his head on the lap of the one alpha that he wanted to spend it with. And wouldn’t. He’d received his heat rota that morning, but he hadn’t opened the message. It just seemed like borrowing trouble. Today Levy had got a good report from the physio, who hoped he might be ready for light training the next week, and Kallen had figured out a new angle to shoot from he couldn’t wait to use in their game the next day. It was an away game, they had a set of four, the longest road trip in a while.
Being away would be a good thing, or he was trying to make himself believe it was. He'd either go into heat the day of game three or the day after, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
There was nothing Levy could do about it either, and, at least if he was home, he wouldn’t have to know exactly when it was happening.
Kallen turned his head a little into the gentle massage of Levy’s fingers, pressing his lips together to keep back a sound of pleasure. They were technically watching television, but he’d already forgotten what teams were playing. He was full of good food—a ‘simple’ roast lamb Levy had instructed him into marinating over three days—comfortable and now getting an impromptu head massage. One-handed, since Levy was being absolutely fanatical about resting his recovering elbow even now that he had regained full use of it without pain.
There was pretty much nothing else in the world Kallen wanted right now. Except for that hand everywhere else on his body. But it was more of a blurry fantasy than anything real, his neck was softening as if Levy was unlocking some connecting muscles, and the heat of the alpha’s thigh through his jeans was beginning to lull him into sleep.
“Hey,” Levy said gently. Kallen grunted, but didn’t open his eyes. “I want to ask you for a favour.”
This was enough to get him to blink his eyes open. Levy was bent a little towards him, face over his own but upside down. He still looked soft and caring and absurdly handsome.
“Ask,” Kallen said easily. The formality made him a little nervous, but he wasn’t really worried, all Levy ever asked of him was for his own good.
And when Kallen couldn’t give it to him, he didn’t even get angry. At least for this last month, Kallen had been able to give a little back by looking after him.
The fingers in his hair stopped moving, resting lightly against his scalp. “I—” And then they were gone, Levy’s body going tense under him. “Can you sit up for this, please?”
Kallen did, feeling a little cold. It was fine, he reminded himself. Levy wasn’t going to hurt him, favours weren’t threats.
“I want you to use lure,” he spit out, rushing like he thought he’d get interrupted. “I can make it an order, if you—”
“Wait,” Kallen did cut in. Whatever it was that was upsetting Levy, he needed to understand before they got any further into it. “Use what?”
Levy was looking at him like he thought he was about to get punched. “Lure,” he repeated, confirming Kallen had heard correctly.
Kallen took a moment to think about it, in case the head massage had melted his brain. Then he shook his head, meeting his friend’s wary eyes. “Still don’t know what that is.”
“Oh, um,” Levy vacillated, rubbing at his weak elbow. “Omega will? Or magnetism? Wiles?” This last was said with a grimace.
“Omega wiles?” Kallen asked, at least he’d vaguely heard of that. “Like that magic shit people said omegas were doing in, like, the Middle Ages and burned them at the stake for it?”
Levy was frowning now. “Yes, I mean... It’s the same thing, but... You really don’t know what it is? Like, how? You went to private school, didn’t you? And it’s— It’s basic biology.
Kallen snorted. “Gresham’s a private hockey school, not like I was there for academics. And this must be pretty obscure.”
His explanation only seemed to upset his friend more, he was shaking his head, gaze lost in the distance, lips parted. “No, this...” He raised his eyes to Kallen’s. “This is not obscure, this is real . You... You can do it.” He must have seen the doubt in Kallen’s face. “It’s like alpha will, the other side of alpha will is omega will, or lure. Alphas push, omegas pull, that’s how it all works.”
It sounded poetic and everything, and like absolute bollocks. In his experience, alphas pushed, and omegas fell to their knees or shut the fuck up or whatever else the alpha in question wanted.
"I have seen you do it,” Levy insisted, and grabbed onto Kallen’s knee on the sofa as if for emphasis, then pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned. “Sorry. I just...” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, chest expanding under his faded white t-shirt, and this was not the time for Kallen to get distracted by his nipples, but apparently crazy talk did it for him.
“Okay,” he said slowly, playing along seemed like the safer choice here—mostly for Levy’s sanity, once again his friend was getting worked up about Kallen. “When did you see me do this lure thing?”
“You do it when some of the guys are about to fight,” Levy explained at once. “You touch them sometimes, or just say their names, and then you pull and they look at you.”
“Um, I remember the first two. It’s like, part of my job to keep them from fighting each other, so yeah, I do that. But that’s just me getting their attention, anyone could do it. Or, like, I guess it helps I’m an omega because they won’t see me interrupting as an aggression, but that’s not will, will is...” He trailed off, looking away, because alpha will was like someone yanking you by the scruff of the neck. On occasion guys had shoved so hard Kallen had lost time, done things he might have done anyway if asked but couldn’t recall afterwards. Just a few seconds, but the disorientation was awful. The utter helplessness was worse.
It was only the soft touch on his hand that made him realise he’d clenched his fists. Levy wasn’t holding on, just resting his own good hand on top of Kallen’s. “It’s not supposed to be...” he said. “It’s... If it makes you look like that, then it’s fucked up. It’s not the way it should be.”
Kallen shrugged a shoulder, marginally relaxing. He wanted to be back on Levy’s lap, close and safe. Not thinking about shitty alphas who’d taken advantage of him. Of course it wasn’t right, but what was the point of thinking about it if there was nothing you could do to change it? The only way out was through.
And he’d have much preferred not to have a nice night ruined with a reminder of what he worked so hard not to dwell on.
“Would you try?” Levy whispered and he was closer somehow, leaning in like he wanted to be touching Kallen as much as Kallen wanted to be touching him.
He risked a glance up, and when he spoke, it came out a little moody, “How?”
Levy licked his lips, which was something he did when he didn’t know what to say, and not anything else, no matter what it did to Kallen. “We can practise, so you can do it consciously.”
It all seemed a little insane to Kallen, like they were children playing make belief. And if they were going to play, they could have gone for doctors and nurses or something. Except that really had lost its joy after weeks of seeing Levy suffering, so maybe not.
He huffed, leaning back a little so Levy’s warmth wasn’t so temptingly close. There was not much he could do about his scent, the aroma of sandalwood had to be all over his own clothes by now. “So, what do I do?”
“Mmmm... What if you try to get my attention?”
For a moment, Kallen could only look back at him, then he snorted. “Seems like I already have it,” he pointed out, raising his eyebrows and not really biting back a smile. Sue him, he liked having Levy’s attention on him.
Levy got up, turning away, and Kallen was pretty sure it was at least in part to hide that he was blushing. He went over to the sideboard, opening the doors and running his fingers through the DVD cases.
“Levy,” Kallen said, and it was tight in his throat. This was ridiculous, there was no way he could make anyone do anything. Pull , Levy had said, but it felt like the opposite, like Levy was pulling at him. Like Kallen was so desperate that— But of course desperation wasn’t pulling, if he thought about getting an alpha’s attention in a tense situation, he knew he had to be calm, calm and easy. An oasis in a storm of chaos.
Even alphas wanted peace, deep down.
He let his shoulders drop and his breath to come out very slowly past his lips. Levy had ignored him, which stung a little, but it didn’t matter. Kallen could calm himself down, he could go into his own centre and become his own oasis.
Of course he wanted Levy, but an oasis wasn’t going to run after a storm. It’d wait, it’d settle and expand and grow, green and fragrant and irresistible. The source of all life, everything you could ever want. Easy and safe, and why wouldn’t you come closer, really? He leaned back on the arm of the sofa, that profound calm radiating outwards like a wave he could almost see and watched with complete lack of surprise as Levy’s body slowly turned towards him, eyes wide and full of want.
Kallen didn’t say anything, crowing at his victory would have been absurd, even surprise felt like a lie. He kept his eyes on the alpha’s and found his lips turning upwards, approval and warmth and welcome as Levy crossed the space between them in long purposeful strides and dropped to one knee on the sofa between Kallen’s thighs. The alpha was hovering over him, thrumming with need, but he didn’t move, watching Kallen’s face like he was the first water he’d seen after days in the desert, and he was desperate for a sip.
And he still wouldn’t take it.
Not until Kallen tilted his head a millimetre further back and pulled .
The moan broke out between them, but it got muffled as Levy’s mouth crashed into his own, hands coming to the sides of his face to hold on as he dragged his full lips over Kallen’s own. Soft, and tender, and then not so much, Levy’s tongue dipping into his mouth the moment Kallen gave him the chance.
And just like that, the spell was broken. He’d lost whatever thread he’d been pulling on, all he knew were his own hands on Levy’s waist, the strength of him, tugging him close until he was fully seated on top on of Kallen, one leg wedged between Kallen’s side and the back of the sofa, the other one mostly on the floor because they were too big to truly fit.
None of it mattered, not when he finally had this: Levy’s tongue rubbing against his own and his arse grinding down into Kallen’s hardening cock. All of him in his arms, and the tension that had been growing between them for months unleashed at last as they did their best to devour each other. He got his hands under Levy’s shirt, tracing the dip of his spine, an endless expanse of warm skin pushing back into his touch. He growled when he got to the curve of his arse and realised he would lose the battle with his too-tight jeans. Then forgot about it when Levy made him tilt his head back to kiss the juncture of his ear and neck, and then down his throat, the graze of his teeth over the delicate skin making Kallen’s cock throb and his hips twitch against his weight. He shuddered, clutching at the firm arse pushing right into his hands.
“Oh, god,” Levy panted right into his neck, and Kallen whimpered under him. “I need—”
Kallen didn’t know what he needed, but his hands were quite against the plan of Levy pulling away.
It made his friend laugh and swat at his hand. “Lie down,” he told him, and Kallen had enough sense left to listen and let go. The moment Levy was free, he scooted down until he could take hold of Kallen’s thighs and drag him down the sofa. His head bounced a little off the cushions, leaving him dazed and laid out like a feast. Levy was watching him with dark eyes, cheeks flushed and hair an absolute nest already. Kallen didn’t remember touching it, but he wanted to, desperately.
Kallen had just lured him down here with a certainty he hadn’t even known he had in him, but all the peaceful calm was most definitely gone now. He was all need, messy and empty and wanting to be filled, or at least touched. He wasn’t too far from begging for it, either.
But Levy was already leaning over him. “Hey.” He traced the side of Kallen’s face like he had all the time in the world, like he could just put aside his desire for a moment to make sure Kallen was okay. “You good with this?”
Kallen nodded, not quite sure he was blinking. Afraid Levy would disappear if he did, or maybe simply stop.
“Good.” Levy smirked, but it was softer than usual. The smugness didn’t seem to quite reach his eyes, which were bright and pleased—a cat that had got the whole carton of cream off the counter. He didn’t look away, so neither did Kallen, and he caught the movement out of his peripheral vision with just enough time not to jump out of his skin when the button of his jeans’ was unhooked one-handed. He gulped, even though it was a skill Levy had developed out of necessity during his convalescence, now it seemed unbearably hot when applied to his own clothes.
The shift in pressure made his erection try and rise, and he stayed very still as Levy lowered the zip as well, allowing it to push the flimsy cloth of his boxers outwards. Then his friend traced a finger down the side of Kallen’s cock, and he couldn’t hold back a whine, eyes falling shut and hands clenching at his sides.
He gulped for breath, mind scrambling for a way to calm down. There was no excuse to be this overcome when he was still practically fully clothed.
“Up,” Levy told him, tapping at his hipbone and Kallen’s arse was off the sofa at once, earning him a soft huff of laughter. “So this is what it takes to get you not to argue?” he asked, and Kallen very much wanted to say something back. Only he forgot words when Levy went and tugged at his boxers as well as his trousers, pulling everything down at once all the way down to his knees.
Levy shoved him back down with a playful look, but then his gaze travelled up Kallen’s body and he was shaking his head, eyes hooded and hungry. “God, you look...” Kallen didn’t get to find out because Levy leaned down and nuzzled at his cock, inhaling so deeply that even Kallen’s short-circuiting brain caught it. He shuddered hard enough he accidentally shoved his dick into Levy’s face. But instead of pulling back, Levy hummed and licked it .
Kallen gasped, now fully trembling. He didn’t quite understand what was happening. No one had ever... Alphas didn’t... He didn’t mean to put his hand on top of his cock, blocking Levy’s access to it. It was just too much too fast.
The alpha sat back at once. “Is this... You don’t like it?” he sounded disappointed of all things.
Kallen wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. He pulled back a little, sitting up again, doing everything he could not to pull his underwear back on.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything,” Levy told him, so sincere it made Kallen’s clenched teeth ache. Of course it would be fine by Levy, but Kallen was going to be kicking his own arse for the next century.
He shook his head. “No, I want to.”
His friend exhaled slowly. “Okay, do you want to do something else?”
“Do you?” Kallen shot him a quick look, just long enough for their eyes to meet before he dropped his gaze again.
“Um, sure, we can—” Levy stopped. “Wait, you didn’t answer me.” He kneed at Kallen’s leg where it lay curled between them, just a gentle nudge. His jeans were rough against Kallen’s bare skin, but when he spoke, his voice was gentle, “What do you want, Kallen?”
It was a demand, but there was no real will behind it, just Levy’s open desire to know. Kallen could have got up or not said anything. Even lied. “No one’s...” His voice grew thin, and he paused to clear his throat. “Do you like doing... that?” he added, risking meeting Levy’s eyes once more. It was just their eyes, but it felt like nearly more than he could bear.
Levy was already nodding. “Yeah, I like sucking cock,” he said simply, like it was no big deal for an alpha to do that. His lips were a little red from the kissing, and the sheer boldness of it sent a shot of longing through Kallen. What did it take to be this brave? Was it just an alpha thing? He didn’t really think so, he’d met plenty of alphas who were cowards and bullies, after all.
It made him want to be brave, too. “Okay,” he found himself saying, feeling like he was jumping off a cliff, or throwing himself across the ice at breakneck speed, doing it because he wanted it more than anything, and damn the consequences.
“Yeah?” Levy’s mouth was already curving into a smile, like he’d won some sort of prize. And it was crazy, sucking cock was hard even when the guy was being nice about it, but there was no denying the honest joy on his face. “You wanna sit up for it?” He raised an eyebrow. “You can watch.”
Kallen faltered, trying to figure out the mechanics, and very slowly, Levy slid off the sofa onto his knees and placed his good hand on Kallen’s bare left knee. “Like this?”
It was a vision to jerk it to for the rest of his days. The young sweet alpha at his feet, eager to pleasure him, patiently waiting for his permission.
He didn’t really know what to do with any of it. He simply couldn’t bear to miss it, this chance the gods themselves must have sent him. He uncovered his crotch, where his erection had flagged a little with nerves, and placed his hand on the cushion next to him. The next touch came on his ankles, still covered by his jeans. “Can I take this off? So you can move?”
Words were beyond him, so he kicked a little to indicate his assent. Levy put his other hand carefully on Kallen’s leg and dragged down, a firm stroke down his calves until he was completely bare from the hips down. And it was weird to be so exposed. He reminded himself that Levy had seen him naked before, he’d even— But he shoved that thought away, suddenly protective of this. He didn’t want the past or the future to get in the way of this moment, he was well aware it was precious and unique, and he didn’t get to keep it. But fuck it if he was going to waste it .
Levy’s hands came up in a firm caress, and that was enough to make Kallen speak, “Your elbow...”
The alpha’s mouth twisted, but he nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be good.”
Kallen narrowed his eyes at him, he knew that tone. “Put it behind you.”
Levy’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s kinky,” he teased, and Kallen gave him the flat look such a lame joke deserved. “Okay, okay, you’re the boss. But I can’t put it behind, it’ll pull. Won’t use it, though.” This time when he licked his lips very slowly, Kallen could be sure it was for show, but it didn’t stop his cock from twitching and drawing the other man’s attention. “Put your hand on my shoulder,” Levy instructed, and it took Kallen an embarrassingly long time to understand he was meant to keep Levy’s weak arm down.
And then Levy’s right hand was encircling the base of his erection, dark with blood and a little damp at the top where he’d begun leaking. He glanced up at Kallen once more before he leaned in and kissed the side of it, a soft brush of lips followed by a little lick that made Kallen exhale the breath he’d unconsciously been holding all at once. He couldn’t recall ever being this sensitive. But no one had ever made him wait for sex before, it was normally— Levy sucked on the head and Kallen jerked in place, hand clutching at the shoulder he was holding, hips only held down by Levy’s hand.
“Sorry!” he said at once, freezing in horror. Having been on the other side of this equation, he knew how painful it could be.
But Levy shook his head. “No, I... You’re really hot for it.” He sounded pleased.
For you , Kallen thought but managed to bite back. Levy helpfully gave his cock a long pull upwards, making him shudder and whimper, his own free hand digging into the cushions. The second time Levy put his mouth on the head of Kallen’s cock, he at least knew what to expect. It still took all of his willpower to stay in place for it, a soft suck and then another a little deeper into the heat of Levy’s mouth. He kept his eyes clenched shut, certain that if he even glanced down, it’d be all over, this torturous ecstasy, holding back when he wanted to give everything, surrender every cell of his self.
Levy must not have been all that concerned because he sucked harder at the same time as he pulled with his hand and Kallen inhaled sharply, or tried to, voice breaking midway as he started coming. Just like that, a whole body slapshot, and Levy just kept on sucking . Not just sucking, but swallowing , his throat squeezing the head of Kallen’s cock every time he bottomed out, demanding everything he had, everything he was .
Time had malfunctioned at some point, and so had all his senses because what brought him back was Levy biting into his inner thigh, sharp and powerful, and muffling a scream as he bent over, shaking. The scent of come hit him with a renewed bolt of lust that actually hurt as his cock made a valiant effort to rise again.
Levy had just... Kallen couldn’t look away from him, but he couldn’t seem to do much else either, not even when his friend raised his head and looked up at him, pupils still blown, lips properly swollen now. Fuck, his lips . That helped, he slid forward, off the sofa and right onto Levy’s lap. It left them trapped between the sofa and the coffee table, but it meant they were pressed together and that Kallen could bend his head a little and find Levy’s mouth with his own. Levy whimpered under him, squirming, but lifted his face into the kiss, wet and clumsy, too desperate for finesse.
If it hadn’t been for the awkward location, they might have kept kissing forever. But Levy put a hand on his chest to make some space after a few minutes, mouth twisting to the side in a grimace of pain. “My leg’s asleep,” he admitted, and Kallen scrambled off his lap, barely avoiding running into the coffee table before catching himself.
“Sorry,” he said, licking his lips, suddenly aware that he was half naked.
Levy laughed at him, already turning to the side to drag himself to his feet with his good hand and kicking the air with his left leg. He dropped himself on the sofa like he was sitting down on a throne.
“Points for enthusiasm,” he told Kallen. “But maybe let’s choose a more comfortable place next time.”