by Zoe Perdita
“Shut up and get into bed,” Davis growled, ready to pull Ken toward him if need be.
“Shit! Lube,” Ken muttered and slipped out of the room, as if he hadn’t heard Davis at all. His ass begged to be watched as he sauntered out, the cheeks round and tight. His back curved like the neck of a swan, and those thighs were so taut with delicate muscle Davis was damn sure he could bounce a coin off them.
Then it occurred to him what Ken said.
Lube?
Oh. Lube.
Davis’s cheeks heated.
How many other guys had Ken ran off to get lube for? Probably more than Davis wanted to think about. And if Ken was getting lube that meant he wanted to—shit! How did that work with two guys? Davis knew the basics, but he also realized it was different than just shoving it in there.
There were considerations to take into account. He tried to remember the porn he found in Ken’s room when they were teenagers, but that was the farthest thing from helpful. Mostly because it made the throbbing in his dick worse. And it probably wasn’t that realistic. But he knew there’d been lube.
And fingers.
Then he heard Ken brushing his teeth and frowned.
“You’re actually brushing your teeth?” Davis asked and got up to join him. “What part of shut up and get into bed don’t you understand?”
Of course Ken would do that. It was Ken.
Ken spit and pointed at Davis’s toothbrush. “You had pepperoni and beer breath. Sorry, but I thought this would be better. You’re here now so. . .”
Davis smiled and took the hint. “You’re a cock tease. I hope you know that,” he mumbled when he was done. Breath minty fresh and everything.
He noted the bottle of lube. It wasn’t new, but it was almost full. The alpha decided that was a good sign, overall.
Ken shook his head and moved into Davis. He pressed their nude bodies together. “A cock tease would leave you hanging. I won’t.”
Davis didn’t let him go this time. He held Ken’s hips. Pulled him close so his cock pressed into Ken’s flat belly, and Ken’s erection hardened as it nudged his hip. It left a slick trail of pre-come over his skin, and that sensation fanned the fire in his groin.
Their chests heaved together, and he captured Ken’s mouth. His fingers crept around and dug into the plump flesh of Ken’s ass, and the sound Ken made—holy fuck!
That sound.
It distracted him from anything his brain might scream at him – like that he was currently grabbing his best friend’s ass. It was a fucking brilliant idea, one he should’ve given in to a long time ago.
Ken moaned and bucked against Davis’s hip. His fingers grazed over Davis’s cheeks. His chest. It was one thing to catch Ken’s lips, and another thing entirely to keep them. Drown in them. Every sweep of Ken’s tongue against his own made his cock that much harder, and Davis didn’t think that was possible.
Ken’s mouth trailed down Davis’s jaw. He sucked at the flesh. Bit at the hollow of Davis’s collarbone, all the while humming something under his breath. The words muddled together.
This.
Everything.
Love.
Want.
The words by themselves made sense. Davis knew what Ken meant. But all he could focus on were the sensations. The sweep and snag of Ken’s lips on his skin. Down and down. They brushed his peaked nipples. Bit until Davis hissed with pleasure.
Ken’s lips pressed into the curve of Davis’s hip—the line of muscle that led to his cock and the nest of curls around it.
Davis brushed the hair from Ken’s brow to see his eyes, but they were focused on Davis’s cock, and then the lips slipped over the tip. Kissed and—the shock of it tingled in his spine. Down his thighs.
“I want to be inside you,” Davis growled as Ken’s mouth kissed, licked and damn near worshipped his length.
Ken nodded wordlessly, ready to take him in. Suck and bring him off just like that. And it’d be good. Like Vegas. Wonderful, even, but it wasn’t how Davis wanted it at that moment. He wasn’t saying ‘no’ to a blowjob, but ‘yes’ to something deeper. More intimate.
The most intimate.
Davis caught Ken’s chin. Tilted it up. “Not like that. I want to be inside you.”
Ken’s cheeks, which were already flushed, deepened to red. “You’re sure?”
“You got the lube. You’re not?” Davis asked, inserting lightness into his voice. Something to make Ken smile.
“It was just in case. I didn’t know if. . . .” Ken didn’t finish that sentence. Didn’t have a damn chance, because Davis pulled him up. Flipped him over and pressed him into the bathroom counter. It hit Ken’s upper thighs, dug into the flesh, and his reflection blinked at Davis’s.
Like the rest of Ken’s place, the bathroom was spotless. The maid, whom Davis had yet to see, kept the tile scrubbed clean. The only evidence that it was used was the fresh smudge of toothpaste around the rim of the drain.
This was the exact fantasy Davis had all those years ago, except it wasn’t this bathroom. Davis had it the day he heard Ken jerking off in the shower. The day he found the porn. He wanted to stand behind Ken, just like this, and see the desire etched on his face. Drawn across his brow and his lips, pink and full. Watch the rise and fall of Ken’s chest, feel the way he shuddered under Davis’s hands.
The alpha growled, and Davis pushed forward.
Flesh met flesh. His hardened cock, slick with Ken’s saliva and his own pre-come, slipped over Ken’s taut ass. Pressed between the slit in his cheeks and—Davis moaned.
The ache in his ribs was completely forgotten. All that mattered were the breaths Ken took. His entire body trembled, and he didn’t take his eyes off Davis.
Perhaps this was the omega’s first chance at seeing the real alpha. The beast stripped Davis of all his regrets and left him raw and wanting. Showed him what he was, at his core, and it wasn’t nearly as ugly as Davis feared.
He let it take control. Explore the plans and angular expanse of Ken’s flushed skin. His fingers wandered over Ken’s heaving chest. The thin brush of hair tickled his palms, and Davis buried his nose in Ken’s neck and breathed him in.
The musk drowned him. Filled him. The need tingled over every inch of him, and Ken pressed into Davis’s cock and groaned.
“You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” Ken asked, his voice breathy and thick.
“None at all,” Davis admitted with a grin. But that didn’t matter, because Ken could guide him. Teach him. “Tell me.”
Ken explained the lube situation. What Davis needed to do with his fingers. The words made sense, and Davis drank them in as his hands wandered to Ken’s curled cock.
He wrapped his palm around it languidly. Tugged up and down. It throbbed in his grip, and Ken gasped. Groaned. Writhed under the touch. His body squirmed against Davis’s chest. The hot place between his ass and balls rubbed Davis’s cock and little lights went off in front of his eyes.
If this was so good, what would that be like?
Davis needed to find out.
His mouth moved to Ken’s shoulders and trailed over the back of Ken’s neck where the hair tapered away. Ken shuddered, and Davis smiled at his discovery. His lips pressed into the ridges of Ken’s spine. Relished the goosebumps that rose with each touch to Ken’s flesh. How Ken leaned forward, hands clamped on the countertop, knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.
Then he picked up the lube and held it to Davis without turning around. “Please,” he said.
Please.
Shit.
That word was never in Davis’s fantasy, but he remembered it well enough. When he left Haven and called Ken that night. One of the things Ken said was please.
Please come home.
It only took fifteen years for Davis to do it.
The lube was slick on his fingers. Silky and slightly warm. He used too much, which Ken suggested, and nudged Ken’s cheeks open. The pinched entrance was the same color as
Ken’s nipples, and Davis swallowed, his throat dry, before he slipped the first digit inside.
It met with resistance, and Ken squeaked. Took a deep breath. His body relaxed as Davis massaged the opening.
“Better?” he breathed and kissed the dimples at the base of Ken’s back.
“Yeah. Do it now,” Ken said.
Davis did.
Ken’s heat ate him. Gobbled him up, and his body filled with a whole new kind of need. Putting his cock in that hole? Yeah. He’d need to do what Ken said. Stretch and lube and stretch. But the way Ken moved with just one finger inside him made the patience needed for that difficult.
“My balls are gonna fall off just watching this.”
“Not romantic,” Ken breathed, but there was no sharpness to his voice.
Davis chuckled and pressed something inside Ken’s body that made him tremble and moan. His toes curled, and he leaned forward.
“Shit. Yes. Another one. Put another one in now.”
Davis obliged.
Two fingers.
Three.
Ken might get off just like this, and Davis could get off watching him.
“You’re fucking hot. Beautiful,” Davis said when Ken claimed he’d had enough.
Davis had never gone this long with a hard-on before, and damn if it wasn’t edging toward painful. But the anticipation of being inside Ken, like that, made the wait more than worth it.
Davis stood. Fumbled with the lube. It was difficult to focus on his own cock when Ken’s shoulders moved, and his back was already slick with sweat. When his dick dripped with the slick substance, Davis positioned himself. Pressed inside.
His chest rumbled with a growl. A groan.
Ken whimpered. Pushed back.
Nothing felt as right as this.
If Davis thought Ken was hot around his fingers, squeezed over his cock felt a thousand times better. Tight and slick and fuck—
He moved shallowly.
Gently.
Watched Ken in the mirror for any sign that he’d done something wrong.
For any wince of pain.
But Ken only wriggled in Davis’s grip, one hand on the omega’s slender hip and the other on Ken’s stomach, which tightened and tensed.
Ken’s eyes dipped shut, and he pressed back into Davis. His hand wound around Davis’s neck. Pulled him close.
“Harder. Put it all the way in. I can take it. It’s not my first time,” Ken said gruffly.
Well, the alpha didn’t like that. Davis didn’t either. But what did he expect? Ken to wait around for him to figure out this is what he wanted? Yeah. Not fair.
Davis pressed himself to the hilt and groaned. The tingle in his spine turned to electricity. It shocked every nerve in his body. Disguised any discomfort and shoved him forward.
“How hard?” Davis moaned and nipped at Ken’s neck. He’d leave marks. He wanted to leave marks. Claim Ken as his and his alone. Because every other guy who’d done this before him wasn’t the one Ken wanted, and that was a better rush than anything else.
Almost.
“Fuck me.”
How could he say no to that?
The part of Davis’s brain that thought about things fell away, and everything in his world narrowed to Ken’s sweat slick flesh. His heaving chest and how much lube was left on Davis’s own cock.
At some point, he heaved Ken up, because the angle was all wrong, and Ken managed to balance against the counter with his knees. His legs spread in a way that was the most obscenely erotic thing Davis had ever seen.
Ken’s cock curled, and his balls bounced with each thrust. His fingers clung to Davis’s neck like it was the only thing he could hold onto in the world. And his eyes—his eyes were lost beyond the understanding of mere mortals.
As he came closer to his peak, Davis’s hand inched toward Ken’s arousal. Gripped it again. Rubbed it with the same ferocity as his hips moved in and out.
Ken bucked with him, from one source of pleasure to the next.
It occurred to Davis then, that they should’ve recorded this on his cell phone’s video camera, just for posterity's sake. He wanted to see Ken like this all the time. It was the perfect contrast to his usual, straight-laced slightly OCD self.
Not better or worse, just different.
But when the orgasm slammed into him, he didn’t think about anything at all. Sticky pleasure consumed him. Clawed at his gut and jolted from the base of his skull to his toes. The heat of it filled Ken, and he belatedly wondered if he should’ve pulled out first.
Then Ken’s back arched, he let out a strangled moan, and Davis’s hand was slick with Ken’s come.
Ken slumped against Davis, heavy and shuddering.
The afterglow didn’t disguise the pain in Davis’s side or the wobbliness in his legs. He probably should’ve cleaned them both up better than he did, but Ken could complain about it later.
The only thing he could focus on as he carried Ken to bed, was being wrapped together in the comforter and breathing in Ken’s musk forever.
In order to do that, Davis had to stay alive.
9
Ken’s ass hurt the next morning. He woke to the gentle snores coming from the wolf curled around him. A heavy arm draped over his side and a leg, the hair tickling his thigh, was nudged between his own. Not to mention, his bed smelled like semen and musk, and they hadn’t even fucked there.
Then it sunk into him what had happened. That Davis was the wolf behind him. Davis’s hand curled over Ken’s nude stomach. Davis’s rough cheek rested on his shoulder and his breath brushed Ken’s neck.
Ken tensed.
This was the exact opposite of what he was supposed to do. Falling in bed with Davis just to prove a point. And did he say it again? Tell Davis he loved him? Had he whimpered it at some point when Davis was inside him and—shit!
His knees hurt just thinking about it.
This wasn’t some one night stand he could shake off and pretend never happened. Not that Ken did that (often), but he wasn’t young or innocent. Hell, if Davis hadn’t come back to town when he did, Ken might’ve ended up at Sam’s place.
In Sam’s bed.
That would feel a whole lot worse than this.
Because this didn’t feel bad. No. It felt life-shattering.
It wasn’t just sex.
It was the one thing Ken wanted more than anything come true in the best way, and that usually had the worst consequences. Because now things would fall apart. Either Davis wouldn’t win the tournament. Or these dangerous bears would catch them sniffing around. Or Davis would do a totally Davis thing and run off again.
Dammit!
Ken came up with a total of five worst case scenarios, each one bloodier than the last, before his bladder finally urged him out of bed. At least it was the weekend so he wasn’t in any hurry.
Davis wrinkled his brow, but he didn’t wake. The lines around his eyes pulled, and that bruise on his side was still as dark as it’d been the day before. Ken frowned at it. This was one of Davis’s problems. He got into these kinds of situations—situations an omega accountant wasn’t able to fix.
Ken took a quick shower after he relieved himself. The hot water washed away Davis’s scent, unfortunately, but it eased the ache in his muscles. Just as Ken dried off, someone knocked at his door.
It wasn’t a loud bang, but enough that he started, flinched, then walked toward it. He wrapped the towel around his waist and silently chastised himself for not having a robe. A grown man should have a robe.
He wasn’t Davis.
Plus, who came over without a phone call at this time on a Saturday morning? Ken glanced at the kitchen clock and frowned. Almost noon. Well, that was more reasonable.
Before this whole debacle with the Triad, Ken wouldn’t have bothered to look through the peephole.
He did now.
That tiger, Fei, stood on the doorstep with a bag in his hands. His face was almost completely expressionless, though his shou
lders hunched under his wool coat.
Grudgingly, Ken unlocked the door and swung it open. “Davis is asleep.”
Fei raised an eyebrow, and his inky gaze swept over Ken’s chest to the towel. “Bad time?”
“Yes, but that won’t stop you,” Ken said around the knot in his throat. This tiger could try to rip him to pieces. Hell, he’d probably succeed if Davis didn’t wake up and stop it. Ken crossed his arms to keep from shaking.
Fei stepped inside without asking to be invited. He glanced around the room, though his expression gave none of his thoughts away. He set the bag on the floor. “Jin sent me. If you’re not going to wake him, I can wait.”
Ken scowled, debating what he should do. Kick Fei out or wake Davis?
The door to the bedroom creaked open before Ken made up his mind, and Davis’s mussed head popped out. Davis stepped into the hall. He didn’t even have the decency to get dressed in front of company.
Fei’s lips twitched as if he couldn’t decide between a smile and a frown.
“Can I help you?” Davis asked and scratched his stomach before he crossed his arms over his chest.
Ken flushed for him. “Your underwear—”
“I’ll take a bath after he leaves. Why did Jin send you to my place?” Davis growled, though he smiled that same charming grin as always.
Something was sharper about him. A knife with a new edge. That thought sent a chill up Ken’s spine, and he wasn’t sure why.
“First, to apologize,” Fei said through gritted teeth. “That business on the pier the other night wasn’t what Jin had in mind. Mikhail took care of the problem with those bears. They’ll never bother you again. He guaranteed it.”
Ken glanced between them.
Fei looked unconcerned, while Davis paled. The hollows of his eyes darkened at those words and the pull at his lips lessened.
“Took care? Does that mean he killed them?” Ken breathed, which was a perfectly normal reaction to have. His fellow shifters didn’t seem to care. And, well, he wasn’t really sad since they’d tried to kill Davis, but it seemed overzealous.
Fei looked at Ken and smiled. His dimple winked. “Jin doesn’t tolerate shifters like those in his territory. Whatever happened to them is none of your concern.”
