Driving Home
Cliff
The drive back from Dr. Vasquez's office is quiet but in a good way. Easy. Relaxed.
Perrin has his elbow on the window frame, watching the road unspool ahead of us. I have both hands on the wheel, and Adam is in the back seat. His breathing has slowed; his head occasionally lolling to one side. I’m sure he’ll take a nice long nap the second we get home.
"I really liked her," Perrin says, turning slightly in his seat to look at Adam. "Dr. Vasquez. She was great."
Adam gives his brother a lazy smile. "She was," he agrees. "Very thorough." He frowns slightly. "But my butt cheek is absolutely killing me."
"The shot?"
"The shot," Adam confirms as he shifts in the bucket seat. "She said it would only pinch, but that was not a pinch. It was a hate crime."
Perrin presses his lips together.
"But." Adam leans forward, and I can hear the surprise in his voice even as he says it. "I actually feel good. Like." Adam goes quiet in the back seat, and I watch him in the rearview mirror.
He squeezes his hands a few times before rolling his shoulders back.
"My head is clear,” he finally says. “And my joints aren't screaming. I feel like someone opened a window in a stuffy room.”
I keep glancing at him in the mirror.
He's looking down at the paper bag of new medications in his lap, turning it over in his hands. Dr. Vasquez replaced every single prescription, swapping them out for formulations designed to work with an omega's biology.
The difference, she told us, would be significant. Then she gave one hell of a shot to “boost his system”. It made the poor omega’s body go rigid with his jaw clenched, but twenty minutes later the tension in his shoulders was completely gone.
"I'm glad," I say simply.
"Yeah. Me too,” Adam says quietly as he leans back against the seat. “I am desperate for a nap though.”
"We have to swing by the shop first," I say, pulling off the highway. “I’ve got a few things to pick up.”
Adam makes a sound that says he finds this deeply inconvenient but has decided not to fight it.
"We’re picking up Elowen,” I say and Adam perks at that.
“Why didn’t you say so?” He snuggles into the seat, and I know he’s imagining taking a nice long nap with her in that nest of theirs.
It started small. A few extra blankets pulled from the linen closet.
A pillow relocated from another room. But over the last few weeks, it has expanded into something that takes up a significant portion of the master bedroom floor, a carefully layered arrangement of every soft thing in the house, smelling like both of them.
Adam and Elowen.
I'm not entirely sure when they moved from the bed to the nest, or whose idea it was, but every morning for the last week I've woken up to find them bundled together in the middle of it like two cats. Elowen tucked into Adam's side, his arm around her shoulders, both of them dead to the world.
They haven't slept in the bed once.
I'm fairly certain they haven't done anything beyond sleep and talk and steal small, shy kisses when they think nobody is watching. I love it. The way Adam's ears go pink, and the way Elowen ducks her head immediately after like she can't quite believe she kissed him.
It’s so damn sweet seeing the two omegas together, neither one assertive enough to take it much further.
But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about what they might look like together.
I keep thinking about what Adam would look like with his head between Elowen's thighs. I imagine his dark blond hair tickling her inner thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he eats her out until she screams.
I think about Elowen straddling his face, her hands braced on the wall next to their nest, her hair cascading down her back as she grinds against his mouth with that uninhibited, instinctive roll of her hips. Her breasts would bounce with each movement, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Would Adam reach up to pinch them?
Or would he keep his hands firmly on her ass, pulling her tighter against his mouth?
Would his perfect omega dick leak without anyone even touching it?
The fantasy is so vivid, my hands tighten on the wheel as my cock swells in my jeans. I can almost hear her moans, smell her slick mixing with Adam's, feel the way both their bodies would tremble as they came together over and over again.
Perrin clears his throat.
I glance sideways.
My beta is looking right at me. His eyes flash, then they drop briefly to my lap and back up, and the corner of his mouth pulls into a knowing smirk.
Without a word, his hand slides onto my thigh, sending a jolt straight through me.
The heat of his palm seeps through my jeans, and I can feel my pulse quicken.
I quickly check the rearview mirror, watching as Adam's eyes drift shut.
Perrin's fingers move higher, tracing the outline of my growing bulge through the denim. The friction is fucking maddening. He rubs my cock through my jeans, and I struggle like hell to keep my eyes on the road. The car feels too small and hot, and I’m dying to pull over and fuck both of them stupid.
But we’re almost to the shop.
Perrin shifts in his seat, glancing at Adam in the backseat, before leaning toward me. "I've been thinking about your cock all morning," he says quietly, the words coming out a little rushed, like he had to work up to say them. "Just." He clears his throat. "Thought you should know."
I take my right hand off the wheel and grab the back of his neck.
Perrin makes a soft, startled sound as I pull him across the center console and kiss him hard, my eyes still on the road because I am trying like hell not to kill anyone.
The car drifts left by about two feet before I correct it, one hand steering, the other fisted in the hair at the back of Perrin's neck.
Perrin's hand slides up my thigh in response, firm and deliberate, his fingers pressing in at the exact wrong moment for my ability to drive in a straight line.
He squeezes my cock again, somehow jerking me off through the thick material of my jeans, his thumb pressing right against the head. My hips buck involuntarily, and the car swerves again.
"Oh my god," Adam says flatly from the back seat. "We are going to die."
I release Perrin and put both hands back on the wheel.
Perrin sits back in his seat, slightly flushed, his hair sticking out in all directions. But his hand stays resting on my thigh like he has no intention of moving it.
"No one is going to die," I say.
"No self-control," Adam grumbles, and I practically hear him roll his eyes.
The shop comes into view at the end of the road, and I pull into the lot, cutting the engine. I open my door.
"Where are you going?" Adam says. "Can't you text Raff to send Elle out? I'm ready to go home."
Adam's door swings open.
"You don't need shit," the omega says, one foot already on the gravel. "You just want to go inside so you can fuck Perrin in the office."
I reach for his door, pushing it shut for him.
"You want to come?" I ask in a soft growl. "Because I will tell you right now, there are few things in this world I love more than seeing my sexy twin-mates covered in sweat and cum."
Adam stares at me with the expression of a man who cannot believe he's being asked this question right now. "The doctor put a needle the size of a railway spike into my left ass cheek," he says. "So respectfully, absolutely not."
"You sure?"
"Cliff." He gives me a look. “Go away.”
I smile and we walk through the open bay doors together.
Raff is at the workbench, his head bent over something, a shop towel thrown over his shoulder.
And there, against the far wall, is the new couch.
It's a big, overstuffed thing that Raff hauled in last week without telling anyone.
Elowen and Adam kept ending up on the shop floor surrounded by blankets whenever they came to hang out, which neither one of them was thrilled about.
The couch is deep green and slightly too large for the space it occupies, and right now it is almost entirely buried under a mountain of blankets with a lump in the center that I can only assume is Elowen.
I smile before I can stop it.
"Is that Elle?" Adam asks, squinting at the couch.
"I swear you two can sleep anywhere" Perrin says.
“How was the new doctor?” Raff looks up from the workbench. He's cleaning the terminals on a battery, his hands dark with grease, a pair of safety glasses pushed up on his forehead.
"It was good." Adam moves to the alpha, sliding both arms around Raff's neck and kissing his cheek. "Dr. Vasquez is great. Very thorough." He pauses. "She also drove a needle the size of a small javelin into my left ass cheek, so there's that."
Raff tosses the battery terminal onto the workbench, then cradles Adam's face in both hands, heedless of the grease on his fingers. "Poor baby," he says, then he kisses Adam on the mouth. "I'll kiss it better when we get home.”
Adam stares at him, then shakes his head. "What is wrong with the alphas in this pack?" He looks between me and Raff with exasperation. "Everyone wants to fuck today. Every single one of you. It's barely two in the afternoon."
Raff’s brows pull together as he turns toward me, but his gaze almost immediately lands on the front of my tented jeans. The corner of his mouth lifts into a slow smirk.
"Odette in?" I ask.
"Lunch with the girls," he says, hugging Adam tighter. "She'll be back around three."
I nod, then grab Perrin's wrist, pulling him toward the office door at the back of the shop. My hand is already on the handle when Adam's voice carries across the bay.
"Don't take forever," he says, without looking up from Raff's neck. "I want to go home."
"And don't make a mess," Raff adds pleasantly, his grease-stained hand coming up to cover Adam's where it rests on his chest. "Odette will absolutely kill you."
"We'll be quick," I say.
Then I push the beta through the office door, swing it shut, and slam Perrin right against the back of the door. He lets out a surprised grunt, as the thud of his body makes the wood rattle.