“Nah.” Raph flattened his hands on either side of Wyatt’s belly and held him, the heat of his palms soaking into Wyatt’s skin. He leaned forward, pressed a soft kiss to Wyatt’s forehead. “Gods, I look at the baby clothes, and they all seem so tiny.”
“You’ll get to put clothes on Ben in a month,” Wyatt said, snuggling into his alpha. “And deal with spit-up, and baby poop, and all the good stuff.”
Raph laughed. “You’ll be there with me, right?”
“Sometimes. We’ll probably be taking turns sleeping.”
Raph’s breath puffed into his hair, warm. Then he pressed a trail of damp kisses to Wyatt’s ear, and down his neck. “We probably won’t have time for this when he arrives, huh?”
“Probably not,” Wyatt said, then gasped when Raph’s teeth scraped over his scent gland. His blood thrummed, swooping between his legs.
“We should move this to our room,” Raph whispered. He slipped his hands down Wyatt’s belly, his calluses catching on Wyatt’s skin. Then he dipped his fingers past Wyatt’s waistband, scooping Wyatt’s cock and balls into his warm palm. “Get you all nice and wet.”
‘Nice and wet’ usually followed with a good, hard fucking. Wyatt’s mouth went dry. “We do have an hour.”
“Fuck you until you scream.” Raph’s breath puffed over Wyatt’s ear, and he stroked Wyatt’s cock, firm fingers on sensitive flesh. “That’s still okay?”
“You heard the doctor.” Wyatt rolled his hips, pushing back against Raph, molding his fingers against the bulge of Raph’s pants. “Just nothing too rough.”
Raph growled, slipping his other hand down Wyatt’s back, pushing against the seam of his pants. He probed between Wyatt’s cheeks, pushed smooth fabric up against his hole. Wyatt moaned, pressing back against him, his nerves alight.
With his fingers stroking around Wyatt’s tip, Raph shuffled them to the next room, where they’d made the bed just a few hours ago. Wyatt climbed onto it now, his pulse throbbing between his legs, his ass pushed up in the air.
An age ago, he would’ve felt like a shameless person, offering himself up for Raph like that. But Raph loved watching him, loved when Wyatt begged to be fucked.
Raph cupped his cheeks, and squeezed. Then he peeled Wyatt’s pants off, dragging his warm palm down Wyatt’s skin, deft thumbs spreading him open. Wyatt groaned. Warm slick trickled out of his hole, down his thigh. Raph growled. They both smelled like musk, now.
Raph pressed slow kisses down Wyatt’s cheeks, then his thighs, reaching between his legs. His fingertips brushed under Wyatt’s balls, a brief, electric touch. Then he dragged his fingers up Wyatt’s cock, ground Wyatt’s foreskin into his tip. Pleasure shot down Wyatt’s spine; he arched, trying to push into Raph’s hand.
“Are you gonna stay still for me?” Raph whispered.
“You know I can’t.” Wyatt rocked his hips, chasing the friction of Raph’s fingers.
“Get in front of the mirror.” And there was a smirk in Raph’s voice, now. Wyatt shivered, crawling further onto the bed, pausing when he’d placed himself square in the reflection of the wall mirror. Raph climbed onto the bed behind him, his eyes dark, his hands catching the hem of Wyatt’s sweater, pulling it up. “Lift your arms.”
The sweater fell onto the floor with a rustle. Raph pushed Wyatt’s pants down, slipping them past one knee, then the other. When Wyatt knelt naked before him, Raph stripped, too. Wyatt admired the hard lines of his body, his pecs and biceps and abs, and the thick cock that strained between his legs.
Raph settled behind Wyatt, his thighs pressing up against Wyatt’s own, the damp tip of his cock dragging down Wyatt’s back.
“Present yourself for me,” Raph whispered, meeting Wyatt’s eyes through the mirror.
Wyatt’s body throbbed. He raised himself off his heels, reaching behind to spread his ass.
Raph pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Very nice. Now hold your position.”
Wyatt’s belly was heavy; Raph knew that. He slipped his arm around Wyatt’s chest to support him, his tanned skin a contrast against Wyatt’s pale body.
In the mirror, they looked so different—Wyatt with his thin, long limbs, and Raph with the heft of his muscles. But most obvious of all was Wyatt’s belly, swollen, with the silvery scar across it, thin but telling. The next birth held a risk.
Wyatt shoved that whisper of worry away.
“Never seen anyone more beautiful,” Raph whispered, cradling Wyatt’s belly, his hands large on Wyatt’s skin.
“Even when I’m naked?” Wyatt grinned.
“Especially when you’re naked.” Raph slid his hand down Wyatt’s abdomen, and then further, to circle his cock. Then he squeezed.
Pleasure hissed up Wyatt’s nerves; he gasped, rocking into Raph’s hand, watching as the flushed tip of his cock pushed out from between Raph’s fingers.
“Love you,” Raph said, rolling his hips. His cock slid between Wyatt’s cheeks, a thick, hard line. In the mirror, his eyes raked over Wyatt’s body. He released Wyatt’s cock, stroking his wrist down Wyatt’s throat, then his clavicles, and his chest, marking Wyatt with his scent.
“Love you too.” Wyatt gasped when Raph rolled a sensitive nipple. He was torn, between letting Raph drag this out for as long as they could, and fucking hard and fast, and riding that white-hot wave of pleasure.
Raph trailed his wrist down Wyatt’s belly. Then he dipped further down, and dragged his wrist over Wyatt’s cock. “This is mine,” Raph whispered, his breath hot on Wyatt’s skin. “You’re not gonna come until I say you can.”
Wyatt groaned, rutting at Raph’s wrist. His cock throbbed. “I want to come.”
“Nope.” Raph caught his cock, squeezed it from base to tip, until a clear bead of precome gathered, glistening in the filtered sunlight. He gathered it on his fingertip, reached up, and sucked it into his mouth, tasting Wyatt.
Wyatt trembled, grinding up against Raph’s cock, hoping to tease him closer.
“You know I’ll still not let you come,” Raph murmured; he’d read Wyatt’s plans. Raph nipped at his shoulder, the sharp points of his teeth skimming over Wyatt’s skin. “But it’ll be worse if you have me inside.”
It really would be. And Wyatt didn’t know if he wanted that torment more.
Raph made the decision for him, sliding his cock heavily against Wyatt’s hole, exposed now that Wyatt held himself open. His cock dragged hot and thick, sliding up, then down, until its blunt tip caught on Wyatt’s entrance, pressing lightly on it.
Then he sank inside, just the tip, and Wyatt felt himself stretch around his alpha, his body thrumming with the penetration. Raph growled, his arm trembling against Wyatt’s chest. It felt good for him, too, being inside.
“Fuck,” Raph hissed, snagging Wyatt’s cock again. “You feel so damn good.”
“Good enough to put another baby inside?” Wyatt’s hole squeezed; he wanted to be filled with come, wanted Raph’s seed inside him. He wanted to be mated, and fucked, and thoroughly claimed.
Raph pulled out. Then pushed in again, with just his slippery tip. “How many more do you want? I’ll give them to you.”
“All of them.” Wyatt groaned, and pushed himself down, taking half of Raph’s cock inside. Raph swore, his fingers digging into Wyatt’s cock, so his cock pulsed. Wyatt arched, gasping for breath. “Fuck me, Raph.”
“Promise not to come if I fuck harder.” Raph slid his cock back out, and Wyatt whined.
“I promise.”
And Raph thrust back in, shoving right against Wyatt’s prostate. Wyatt shuddered, leaking onto Raph’s fingers. Raph was inside him. Raph’s cock pushed all the way in, and Wyatt fell forward, onto all fours, unable to focus on anything but Raph inside him, big and thick and hot.
“Gods,” Raph hissed, snapping his hips. He ground against Wyatt’s prostate again, and Wyatt cried out, his body heavy with pleasure, his cock aching, needing release.
“Touch me,” Wyatt said, pushing back onto him,
riding Raph’s cock, his body squeezing tight around his alpha. “I need your come.”
Raph growled. He pumped Wyatt’s cock, his cock surging inside, his fingertips dipping beneath Wyatt’s foreskin, sliding around his head. And that was beyond intimate, too. “You’ll hold back? Not come even when I do?”
Wyatt nodded desperately, his body heavy with need, his balls tight, aching with come. Raph smeared Wyatt’s precome over his cock, and caught him again. And this time, his hand was slippery, and it felt like bliss, just sliding against Raph’s fingers. Wyatt whimpered, shaking, reaching back with one hand to spread himself again. “Raph, please. Fill me up.”
“Fuck.” Raph had built a rhythm, sliding into Wyatt, grinding against his sensitive flesh. When Wyatt sank down on him, Raph’s thrusts stuttered. Then he fucked harder into Wyatt, shoving right against Wyatt’s prostate, and Wyatt clenched his jaw, trying hard not to come.
“I’m s-so close, Raph,” he gasped, rocking into Raph’s palm, the throbbing in his cock like a second heartbeat. “I need—need...”
“Gonna take all my come?” Raph fucked into him deep, his cock swelling, stretching Wyatt further.
“Yes!”
Raph’s cock dragged against Wyatt’s prostate, and Wyatt cried out, scrabbling against the sheets, his body taut with pleasure.
“I—I c-can’t—”
Then Raph thrust a final time into him, and Wyatt felt the pressure of Raph’s come inside his body, hot spurts that filled him up inside, seed for a new baby. Wyatt gasped, trying to breathe, his cock hungry and dark red in the mirror. “Raph, p-please.”
Raph’s knot swelled, stretching him, wide and potent. It forced Wyatt over the edge, sent pleasure crashing through his body. Wyatt arched, his toes curling, his spine arching as wave after wave of bliss rocked through him, blinded him to everything but Raph’s arms around him, and Raph’s knot filling him up.
He shuddered, gasped for breath. And after a long while, Wyatt came down from his climax, his body squeezing around Raph’s knot. Raph growled, pressing kisses to Wyatt’s shoulder. He stroked down Wyatt’s arms, touched the unmarked scent gland at Wyatt’s wrist.
“We’re really getting married,” Raph said, rubbing his thumb over Wyatt’s wrist.
“Do you think we shouldn’t?”
“No, it just seems... incredible. That’s all.”
Raph’s knot was heavy inside him. Wyatt groaned when Raph pulled him against his chest, his knot shifting, a blissful, thick weight Wyatt couldn’t ignore. “You’re incredible,” Wyatt said. “I still can’t believe we’re here now, doing this.”
Through the mirror, Raph smirked. “You mean, knotting?”
Wyatt laughed. “That, too. But just... all of this. The baby. Hazel. You being the manager at Wy’s Drive-In.”
Raph chuckled, slipping his hand between them. Then he stroked the tattoo on the small of Wyatt’s back, where the scroll unraveled and said Drive In. “Did you know, this tattoo started it all?”
“Really? No, that seems insane. Most times, I don’t even remember it’s there.”
“It did.” Raph smiled, one arm wrapped around Wyatt’s belly, his hand pressed against the tattoo. “You were at the pool when I saw this tat. And I wanted to know how many other alphas had seen it.”
“You thought I wanted them to drive in?” Wyatt smiled, leaning back into Raph’s shoulder. “It certainly got you inside. I remember that.”
Raph’s cheeks darkened. “Still can’t believe we’re brothers.”
“Stepbrothers.”
Raph laughed, nipping at Wyatt’s shoulder. “I’m just glad that we’ve got as far with Mom and Dad as we have.”
“Hazel, too.”
“Yeah.”
Raph tangled their fingers together. Wyatt brought Raph’s wrist to his lips, pressed his nose against Raph’s scent gland. Raph’s other wrist was marked; this one wasn’t. So Wyatt licked where it smelled strongest of teak. “Mind if I bite here?”
Raph sucked in a sharp breath. His heart pounded against Wyatt’s back. “You can mark me anywhere, Wy.”
Wyatt licked his wrist again. Then he bit down, hard, and Raph swore against him, his knot jerking inside Wyatt’s body. Wyatt groaned. When he pulled away, the skin on Raph’s scent gland had broken, tiny beads of blood welling up along it.
“I want to bite you, too,” Raph whispered. “The first time... I didn’t intend it.”
Wyatt’s heart skipped. He had appreciated that first bite anyway, a mark from an alpha he trusted. He reached behind with his hand, the position a little awkward. Raph’s fingers circled his wrist, and his breath feathered hot over Wyatt’s skin.
“You’re sure about this,” Raph said.
“I’m giving you my hand, aren’t I?” Wyatt grinned. “I want to be your bondmate.”
Raph grinned back. He sniffed out Wyatt’s scent gland, kissed it. The edges of his teeth pressed against Wyatt’s skin, a light touch. Then he bit down, and pain and pleasure jolted through Wyatt’s nerves, made him arch.
Through the mirror, he saw he was hard again. All it had taken was one bite.
“Mine,” Raph whispered, kissing the wound.
“Yours,” Wyatt said, turning. And Raph pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and intimate, a promise of protection.
34
Raph
A month later
In the middle of their last song, Wyatt’s water broke.
Raph hadn’t been aware of it. He’d been on the violin, watching as Wyatt’s fingers flew over the piano. Penny and Hazel stood to the side, their harmonized voices rising to the high ceilings of the piano room. Before them, Mom and Dad beamed, their faces alight with joy.
Then the music trailed off, voices and notes and vibrations dying away, and Wyatt leaned back on the piano stool, looking down at his belly.
Raph hurried over, setting his violin down on the stool. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt said, smoothing his hand over his abdomen. “I think my water broke.”
A thrill shot down Raph’s spine. “It broke?”
He must’ve yelped too loud—Mom and Dad looked over, and Penny raised her eyebrows.
“What broke?” Hazel asked.
“My water. It means the baby will be here soon,” Wyatt said, making to stand. Raph slipped his hand around Wyatt’s arm, supporting him. “I’m not an invalid, Raph.”
“I want to help.”
Around them, their family drew closer. Although Mom and Dad had said dressing up was unnecessary, Raph was in a suit, and Wyatt had worn a flowing shirt and loose pants. Hazel had worn a bowtie with a button-down shirt, and Penny, a summer dress.
We’ll give Dad the performance he always wanted, Wyatt had said. So they’d all agreed, showing up at the mansion on a Sunday morning.
The room brought back memories—of Raph sitting with Wyatt as he played, of Raph kissing Wyatt the very first time, and of Grandma yelling while Wyatt paled.
A decade later, so much had changed. Wyatt was carrying Raph’s baby. Grandma was gone, and Hazel stood with Penny, Mom and Dad watching on with tiny smiles.
“There’s no need to panic,” Wyatt said, easing away from the piano bench. There was a dark spot on the cushion, where the water had leaked. Wyatt cleaned it off with his shirt. “We’ve packed the overnight bag.”
“Yeah, it’s still in the car.”
But their baby would be here soon, and Raph wasn’t entirely prepared for this. What if he screwed up? What if he wasn’t a good dad? What if he—of all things—dropped their baby?
“It’ll be a while yet,” Mom said, pulling Wyatt into a hug. “Call us when the baby is born. Dad and I would love to visit.”
Raph glanced at Dad. Over the past few months, Chief Fleming had adjusted to the idea of his sons bonding. He’d been wary at first, uncertain of how to react to Raph and Wyatt holding hands. Then he’d hugged them both, again, and said he still loved them.
The rest of the t
own wasn’t aware of their relationship. That was fine. Raph was working at the drive-in as the manager now. Wyatt helped out sometimes, but was mostly on paternity leave. He refused to sit still for hours, though.
“Come on, let’s go,” Wyatt said. “We need to make sure the apartment is ready.”
“But your water just broke!” Raph said.
Wyatt cracked a smile. “I’ll tell you when the contractions start.”
Mom hugged Raph. “Take care of Wyatt, dear. Keep us updated.”
“Will do.”
Wyatt stopped by Hazel, bending to hug her. “Hon, your brother’s coming along in a few hours. Dad and I are going back home for a bit. Can you stay with Aunt Penny for now?”
Hazel looked at Wyatt, then his belly. “I can’t come along?”
“It’ll be a terribly long wait, I think. Hours! And with nothing to do at the hospital.” Wyatt kissed her cheek. “Won’t you help Grandma make some dinner for tonight? She’ll love to try your shrimp stir-fry.”
Hazel nodded. “Okay. You’ll be all right at the hospital?”
“Definitely.”
Raph reached out for her; Hazel hugged him. “Protect the fort,” Raph said. “You’re our only hope in the event of an attack.”
Hazel grinned, saluting. “Yes, sir!”
They left the mansion, Raph driving, Wyatt in the passenger seat, looking down at his belly. It was only now, when they were away from family, that the lines on Wyatt’s face returned.
“I’m almost certain I want the natural birth,” Wyatt said, fidgeting. “But chances of rupture are 40%.”
Raph’s stomach flipped every time he thought about it. He’d been ignoring it, knowing it was a hurdle they’d have to face, sooner or later. “I’ll be there. Whatever decision you make, I’ll support you.”
“Thanks.” Wyatt smiled wanly, squeezing Raph’s hand.
They made the drive to the apartment in silence, Wyatt’s hand on his belly. When Raph set his palm on Wyatt, he felt the baby kick, too. And a smile worked its way onto his lips. “I can’t wait to meet Ben,” he said. “You’re absolutely sure it’s a boy.”
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