6. Nick
This had gotta be the dumbest shit I’d ever done in my entire life.
Not only was Caleb my best friend, so close that he was practically my brother, but he was also, as far as I was fucking aware, straight as a goddamn ruler.
A fact that was immediately brought into question—the black and white of the answer going all shades of grey—at the pleased sigh that escaped his lips as my mouth captured his.
“Sorry,” I said, on reflex. “Just—”
I need this.
I fucking need you, if you weren’t so goddamn blind that you kept choosing not to see it.
Though I hadn’t thought that deeply about it, I’d wanted Caleb like this… forever maybe. At least since we both were designated as alphas. Back then, he’d made me promise we would pack up when we found an omega. But he hadn’t mentioned it since, so it was probably just a spur-of-the-moment thing.
Plus, just because we were in a pack together didn’t mean we’d do anything together. Plenty of alphas coexisted in packs platonically and were perfectly happy.
I just knew I never would be.
Not with Caleb.
His hand left mine, sliding up my forearm and along my bicep for a soft squeeze before finding a home in the back of my hair, earning him a low growl.
“Stop talking,” he mumbled, kissing me again and again.
I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d pulled him into my lap, or if he’d landed himself there on his own, but it wasn’t long until his knees straddled my narrow hips in a wave of earthy sweetness.
I bit down on his lower lip, the burn of rut demanding more. More friction, more movement, more stimulation.
Caleb moaned, and I caught his hips, pulling him low over my lap and the hard ridge of my cock beneath my jeans, forcing him into a slow grind that made my toes curl briefly in my sneakers.
This wasn’t like the first kiss we had, the one that held restraint and some level of decorum. This one had none of that. I was fraying at the edges, my need for him too fucking deep to ignore.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, keeping one hand on his hip so the other could wrap around the back of his neck. “Caleb, that feels—”
“Good, right?” he said softly, an edge of uncertainty to his voice that I hadn’t heard before.
“So fucking good,” I assured, mouth moving along his jaw to nip and suck along its hard edge.
Too good, really; if we didn’t slow down, I was sure to come, and I’d barely even touched him.
Not that I would be touching him, obviously.
This—the frantic pass of my lips and teeth along his scent gland, the pang of need to bite and claim the man in my lap—was just rut.
Just something I needed to do to relieve the tension until I could drive us home and we could pretend this never happened.
Caleb’s hands passed down my chest, sticky with my sweat as he traced my tattoos. But it didn’t matter, not when Caleb’s hands were exploring down my torso, his soft palms cool in contrast with my feverish skin.
I held my breath to keep myself from coming as his fingertips grazed the band of my jeans, and it almost wasn’t enough.
“You don’t have to—” I started. Half to actually remind him that just because I wanted to pound into his tight hole until his eyes rolled back that it didn’t mean he needed to agree. And half because I wanted to hear Caleb tell me that he wanted that too.
That he wanted me.
“Be a good friend and bear with it, since you started it,” Caleb grumbled, rubbing my stiff length with his palm as he ground over his hand. “Fuck, you’re so big, Nick.”
I groaned, head falling back against the headrest as my eyes shut, my thoughts tangled into a massive knot—Caleb’s—the desperation for relief nearing madness.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I warned on a pant.
Caleb forced his hand into my pants and under my underwear, and I jerked into his touch, a full-blown moan escaping my lips. “That’s sort of the point, isn’t it?”
The touch was clumsy and unpracticed, made more awkward by the odd angle that Caleb had to use with my jeans buttoned. But fuck, it was the best hand job I’d ever had.
I opened my eyes to look at the alpha, his usually perfectly styled hair messy from my hands, eyes trained on the way my abs flexed.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Do you like that?”
“Yeah,” I muttered gruffly, undoing my pants and shimmying them to my knees to give him better access. “You’re doing so well, mi feo.”
Caleb’s eyes widened as they landed on my erect cock, the pass of his hand slowing as he took in the glistening head, precum leaking from the tip the closer his fist slipped toward it.
He kept the perfect rhythm. His hands were so fucking soft. Mine were rough and calloused from all the work I did, all the burns and scratches that healed with a scar.
But Caleb didn’t have any of that. Nothing but smooth, perfectly kept hands. He wouldn’t know a hard day of work if it smacked him in the face. And while usually that annoyed me, right now I was grateful for it.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, blinking a couple of times before picking up the pace again, climbing off my lap to settle on the floor, for what I could only guess was to get a better look. “I can’t believe you shave.”
“Oh fuck off,” I snarled, and Caleb’s fist tightened.
The cocky smirk tilting his lips up pissed me off, the hot poker of my self-denied orgasm getting harder to ignore as my hips bucked in tandem with his touches.
“It’s hot,” he said, leaning forward to lick at my nipple and earning a low groan. “Though I kind of wish you didn’t…”
“?Jodete! You’re so fucking—” I started, having to stop as that edge came too close again.
I wasn’t going to come in Caleb’s hand like some horned-up teenager. No way.
“Good at this? I know, I’ve had a lot of practice—”
“On yourself—maybe—” I hissed out. There was no chance he’d touched another guy's cock.
Plus the thought of that even being a potential had me seeing red.
“Are you going to come for me, Nick?” Caleb asked, the look in his dark eyes as they met mine so fucking condescending that I snapped, grabbing the longer shag at the top of his head to force his mouth down onto my cock.
The wet suction was instantaneous. I had to close my eyes so hard white dots danced behind them. I didn’t think he could feel even better, but I was quickly proven wrong.
“Yeah, and you’re going to fucking swallow it all, you little soft cock pretty boy.”