Evans
When Percy practically cat walked into the kitchen this morning my eyes instantly wandered over his pale skin.
There wasn’t a single mark on him. I knew that Hunter liked to leave marks like he was laying claim.
Fingerprint bruises, teeth marks, love bites, it was like hanging a giant neon sign that read ‘Hunter was here’.
In Crest Haven…
No. Don’t go there.
I shouldn’t have watched last night. I shouldn’t have looked and peered through the open doorway.
If I’d gone to bed, it would’ve been the end of everything.
Everything was screaming at me to leave, to stop but it was like I couldn’t tear my eyes away either.
The second that my brain realised what those noises were, recognized those pathetic whimpers and soft sighs, I should’ve done the right thing and stepped away.
There’s a strange sensation uncurling low in my stomach just thinking about it and I vaguely remember feeling it last night as I did that night. I refuse to put a name to it because if I do it becomes real. And there’s no space for those feelings in my life.
My body seemed to know what I was looking at before my brain did, my cock thickened in my trousers as Percy made soft moans and Hunter rocked into his body.
Through the gap in the door, I saw Percy was on his knees, face buried into a pillow, all his pretty skin exposed in the dim lamp light.
Hunter’s huge hands had hold of his hips, he looked like he could crush Percy with those giant shovel hands of his.
They’re both covered in a soft sheet of sweat and I wondered how long they’ve been like this.
In Crest Haven it had been round after round until the well was dry. Stop it.
It had been Percy’s soft voice begging for more. Harder. Faster.
That’s what had my body betraying me. I tried to tell myself it was a biological reaction, as my cock pressed against the zipper of my trousers, demanding attention. I’d refused to touch myself. I couldn’t stoop any lower.
Even now, just thinking about it my cock twitches. Last night I could feel the damp patch on my boxers, my heart racing in my chest and a need that had me want to crawl out of my skin.
Palming my dick, I’d sought some sort of relief. I mean, that only makes sense. Especially after what Hunter said this morning about blue balls being real. So of course it was fine for me to go that far, right?
Hunter‘s pale blue eyes locked with mine, and it was like lightening down my spine while he’d continued to fuck Percy. I’d clamped my hand down over my mouth, trying to swallow back my moan, but it was too late. Bastard.
He was fucking him but his eyes were on me. I was like a fly caught up in a spiders web. There was no escaping whatever the fuck this was.
“Come for me. Don’t keep me waiting,” he’d commanded and it was like my body was listening, even though his words weren’t meant for me. The Alpha Voice was there, buried beneath, tugging on something in my chest.
That’s what sent me over the edge. The pressure had increased and there was no warning.
I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to as electricity sparked at the base of my spine, and my thighs shook.
My balls had tightened, and as Percy‘s whole body arched and he moaned loudly, spitting out jets of hot come across the sheets, coming hard, so had I.
Except my orgasm was muffled by my hand over my mouth and shame filled me as I flooded my underwear with hot sticky cum.
I’ve never come untouched before.
“What a pretty mess,” Hunter had crooned, “Good boy.”
The words made me blush, and in that moment I wished they were mine.
When I’d tossed and turned in my bed later that night, there was one lingering thought that I couldn’t shake.
What if he was serious about Percy? Where did that leave me?
Fucker even tidied his room.
A not so subtle cough brings me back to the present and I shift, folding my legs beneath me as I say nothing.
“Do we think Hunter actually likes this one?” Zale asks, sounding curious after Hunter has shuffled back to his room. He wasn’t usually a morning person, and after the late night he’d had, he was probably crawling back into bed, into the sheets that smelled like Percy.
Blake glances at me, a small smile ghosting on his face. “I think so.”
I think so too. Although I don’t voice that.
“Maybe he just needed the right omega?” Shiloh suggests, stretching and getting to his feet. He’s only a few months along but his belly has started to poke out a little. How is there a life growing in there?
Would Percy be the same if he had Hunter’s baby? Would they start hanging around here, all loved up?
“Come on,” Shiloh nudges Zale’s leg. “Bell isn’t answering my texts. And I want a chocolate milkshake.”
With a sigh, but also a big smile, Zale follows his omega upstairs to get dressed. Blake heads for the shower, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a cold mug of coffee.
Why is everyone around me settled?
And why do I feel like I’m on the outside looking in?
Running another lap, I ignore the burning in my lungs. I’d spent the last couple of days replaying Percy and Hunter fucking over and over in my head. It was messing with me. I’d even been dreaming about it but in my dreams… I was Percy. What the fuck did that mean?
I’d been thinking that maybe I wasn’t completely straight for a while now, but I’d never imagined myself in place of an omega.
I was an alpha. But recently when I let my thoughts wander to forbidden things, I wonder what it feels like.
To take instead of give. To relax and go with the flow.
To not be the one in control of the situation.
Crest Haven opened my eyes to how good something different can feel. Only I tried to shut the door on that. Pack it away and in a neat little box and never think about it again.
I wasn’t an idiot. I know it felt good to play with my ass. I never thought about exploring it further, but now that’s all that was on my mind.
Every time I picture Percy’s face, or remember the noises he made, I think about how good it must feel. It’s like a trainwreck of thoughts on loop inside my head.
Sex with Sadie is nice, it does what it’s supposed to and scratches an itch. She gets me through my ruts so that I don’t have to deal with the pain of being alone.
Coming untouched, it has me pulling the box out and looking at it. Turning it over in my hands as I consider each line and surface. I mean surely college is for a little bit of experimentation right? And no one needs to know what I do in my bedroom...
Panting, I drop down on the grass, brushing my sweaty hair out of my face. I sit there, arms around my knees as I try to control my breathing. The cool breeze skims over me, as I take a moment to enjoy the sunshine.
Pulling out my phone, I scroll BredIt, a sex advice forum I’d found. I may or may not have bookmarked a few threads about alpha x alpha sex, butt plugs and how to find your prostate.
I tried to buy some toys online, but all the different options confused me. Not to mention that some of them looked downright scary. Why would I want a tentacle in my ass?
Shiloh had talked about a shop before that sells toys, and how a lot of their range was specifically designed for male omegas.
When I did a search based on what Shiloh said, the Velvet Knot came up.
The website promised pleasure and fun for all, so I saved the address.
It wasn’t far from here, the next town over and it was actually really close to where Zale did his community coaching.
Pressing call on Zale’s name, I take a quick breath. “Hey bro, can I tag along to your community session later?”
I’ve made up my mind. I was going to visit the sex shop and see what all the fuss was about. If I helped out my housemate at the same time, that was a bonus.
“Yeah man, we’d love to have you. We always welcome an extra pair of hands.” He sounds thrilled and I feel a little guilty I haven’t offered before. “I want to warn you, the kids can be pretty rowdy.”
“How hard can it be?”
He laughs, and I’m struck by how happy he sounds. How settled. How hadn’t I realised that his relationship with Millie was suffocating him? “One thing I’ve learnt over the last couple of months, Evans, is that you never underestimate a load of hormonal omegas and alphas.”
“Cool, looking forward to it!”
It turns out, I needed to eat my words. Those ‘kids’ were terrors. They ran me and Zale ragged trying to keep up. And some of the things they came out with? Woah, I learned all sorts of new words. And what the heck was ‘Six Seven’?
After practice, I waved Zale off, telling him I was going to find my own way home. As he drives off, tingles of anticipation zap over my skin.
I practically speedwalk down the street to where the shop is located. I don’t pause, because I know if I do, I’ll chicken out. There’s only about fifteen minutes before closing, so I’m hoping to just get in, find something that doesn’t terrify me and get out.
Pushing upon the door to the store, I pause, looking at the deep green fancy wall paper when a familiar voice shouts out.
“We’re closing soon.” A pretty face peers over the top of the shelves. Behind him there are giant black and white seductive prints hung on the walls. It has a luxury feel, with hints of gold here and there, and velvet curtains for what I assume is the dressing room.
Along one wall are toys, each under spotlights like they’re some sort of trophy.
There are racks upon racks of other items, and shelves of things I’ve never seen before. The only things I really recognise are basic items like handcuffs, or silk blindfolds. Was I really that vanilla?
“Evans, what are you doing here?” Bell frowns, dark circles under their eyes bigger than last time. “The shop is only for omega and betas.”