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Weight of Everything

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by Anna Wineheart


  Then Ulric ducked down, he closed his mouth around Gage and moaned, sucking so hungrily that his desire went right to Gage’s balls. Gage swore, fucking up. Ulric was hot inside, eager for his come. Gage wanted to claim him, he wanted Ulric to be his.

  He came in a rush of pleasure, emptying himself into Ulric, his spine arching, his legs trembling. The whole time, Ulric sucked on him, swallowing every drop.

  Gage flopped onto his back, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, babe. That was amazing.”

  Ulric wiped his mouth, sitting back. And there was a damp, dark spot on his pants, at the very tip of his bulge. Gage reached for it.

  Ulric pulled his hips backward. “You don’t have to.”

  Gage caught his hand and linked their fingers together. “Which part of this says I don’t want to?”

  He pointed at his still-hard cock. Ulric shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t... need it.”

  “C’mon, it’s fair play. You made me come, now I get to return the favor.”

  “I can deal with it myself.” He covered up with his hand—kind of pointless when his cock was bigger than that.

  Gage leaned in, kissing Ulric’s damp tip through his pants. Then he closed his mouth around it, and sucked lightly.

  “Fuck, Gage.” Ulric shoved his fingers into Gage’s hair, pushing him away. But his eyes had darkened, his hand still fisted in Gage’s hair. He was especially hot when his alpha instincts surfaced.

  Why was he so resistant to Gage helping him, though? When he’d moaned so loudly the other day? “You’ve had sex before, right?” Gage asked. “Before me.”

  Ulric shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

  “What happens when they come before you? You let them jerk you off?”

  Ulric blinked. Then he looked at his hands. “I finish off.”

  The way he said it, though... He couldn’t possibly mean... “Alone?”

  Ulric shrugged. Gage stared in horror. “Which bastard fucked you and then left before you came?”

  “My ex.” Ulric sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Did he even... stay behind to get you off? At least once?”

  Ulric shook his head.

  Gage snarled, not even trying to suppress his anger. “No. They don’t fucking get to do that to you.”

  He bowled Ulric over onto the mattress, kissing him hard on the lips. Gage straddled Ulric, dragging his wrists all over him, marking Ulric with pine. So Ulric belonged to him, so Ulric wouldn’t let anyone else neglect him again.

  “Mine,” Gage growled, kissing Ulric so sweetly that Ulric groaned, his legs parting, his hands coming up to grasp Gage’s shirt. “I’m gonna give you the best damn orgasm, babe.”

  “You already did,” Ulric blurted.

  Gage rumbled, sliding his tongue into Ulric’s mouth. “Then I’ll give you another. I’ll give you so many, you won’t remember the fuckers you dated before.”

  He pushed his hand into Ulric’s pants, waiting until their eyes met. Ulric bit his lip. But he spread his legs wider—an invitation. And Gage took Ulric’s hard cock, he pumped it roughly, so Ulric tipped his head back, his mouth falling open.

  That first time he’d gotten Ulric off—Gage hadn’t been focusing on Ulric’s pleasure so much. All he’d wanted was to claim Ulric, he’d wanted to get Ulric off at the same time he did.

  Gage undid Ulric’s pants, he pulled Ulric’s cock out, letting that thick length jut up between them. It was musky, hot, and Gage pressed kisses along it, all the way to its tip. Then he licked it, rolling Ulric’s salty precome through his mouth. Ulric was wet for him.

  Gage had slept around with a bunch of people in the past. He wasn’t particularly proud of it, but right now, he was glad for that experience. Because he now knew ways to make Ulric come, he knew ways to keep Ulric on the edge, to hold him until he thrashed and throbbed and swore.

  By the end of tonight, Ulric would be so blissed-out, he wouldn’t even want to leave Gage’s bed.

  And that was a wonderful thought.

  Gage pushed his tongue into Ulric’s mouth, thrusting in, stroking Ulric’s cock in time with every thrust. When Ulric began to pant, Gage broke the kiss, trailing kisses down Ulric’s jaw, down his throat, to his collarbones and his chest.

  He kissed Ulric through his shirt—Gage knew Ulric wasn’t ready to be naked in front of him. So he made his way down, all the way to Ulric’s hips. There, Gage kissed Ulric’s cock, up and down its length. Then he kissed Ulric’s sac and squeezed it, and took Ulric’s tip into his mouth.

  Ulric wheezed, his spine arching. Gage pulled away before he could come.

  “Damn it,” Ulric hissed, his eyes flashing, his hands yanking on Gage’s hair.

  Gage grinned. “It’ll be a long ride. Sit back and enjoy the show.”

  “I want to come,” Ulric muttered.

  Gage hummed, pulling Ulric’s pants and boxers off. Then he spread Ulric’s knees, and fuck Ulric’s hole was small and pink. Gage throbbed at the sight of it.

  He remembered how Ulric had felt inside. Tight, hot, slippery with lube. It had been mind-blowing. Because Ulric had let Gage enter him.

  “I love the view,” Gage told him.

  Ulric flipped him off.

  Gage leaned in, kissing down to Ulric’s hole. Then he rubbed it slow and teasingly, he spread it open until he could see the dark shadows inside. He pushed two fingers in, dry. Ulric swore. But he bit his lip and took Gage, his throat turning pink.

  Gage added some lube and stroked him there. Over and over, he teased Ulric’s prostate, at the same time he sucked Ulric off. He worked Ulric until Ulric thrashed and gasped, rearing up, reaching for his own cock to bring himself off.

  Gage pinned him down; Ulric snarled, and Gage held him until the moment passed, until Ulric wasn’t on the verge of blowing his load anymore. Then, when Ulric’s gaze lost that feral edge, Gage did it all again.

  He lost track of how long he spent edging Ulric. He might’ve done it five times, maybe ten. By the time Gage began thinking he needed restraints for Ulric, Ulric’s cock was flushed a dark red, his balls pulled tight, a sheen of sweat covering his skin.

  “Damn you,” Ulric hissed, his stare dangerous, his lips bitten red.

  “Fuck, babe,” Gage rasped, his cock aching. “I want a picture of you like that. You’re so scorching hot, I’m gonna cream myself.”

  Ulric glanced at Gage’s cock. And he lunged—Gage threw himself forward, slamming Ulric back against the bed. Ulric reared up anyway, snarling, trying to bite Gage’s nose, his lips, his chest. Gage needed to restrain this alpha, he needed to claim him, and sink his cock inside.

  “Down,” Gage whispered, knocking Ulric’s knees open, pinning his arms up above his head. “Be good, and I’ll let you come.”

  “I’m done being good,” Ulric snapped.

  Gage’s insides grew molten-hot. “Fuck, yeah.” He leaned in, he shoved his cock up against Ulric’s ass, and spread his cheeks with it. So Ulric could feel Gage’s hunger, and how much Gage needed to plow inside him.

  “Not gonna—” Ulric reared up; Gage threw himself against Ulric, weighing him down with his body. Then he grabbed the lube, he squirted some onto his hand and pushed it between them, slicking himself up.

  “Damn you,” Ulric hissed. But his eyes turned coal-dark, his pupils a thin ring of hazel.

  “I’m gonna put this inside you,” Gage rasped, sliding his tip down the crease of Ulric’s thigh, letting him feel it. “And I’m gonna fill you up with my come.”

  Ulric thrashed against him, all alpha strength, at the same time musk billowed off his skin.

  “Say ‘no’,” Gage whispered. “Just one word, and I’ll stop. Nothing else is gonna end this.”

  “Fuck you,” Ulric snarled.

  And that was all the permission in the world.

  Gage pushed his cock down, fitting it against Ulric’s entrance. Ulric wheezed and bucked, trying to shove him off. And Gage plunged into his stretched-open hole,
slamming his entire cock inside.

  Ulric roared, taking him. Gage held him down, he locked their gazes together. Then he pulled back and snapped his hips, and his cock ground deep, the friction proving to both of them that Gage was inside, stretching Ulric open where he was vulnerable.

  Ulric panted, adjusting to Gage’s presence. And Gage began a vicious rhythm, he fucked Ulric the way he wanted to—rough and hard, so Ulric slid backward on the bed with every thrust, their hips meeting with loud, forceful slaps, Ulric’s hole trying to suck him in deeper. Gage dragged him back and crammed his cock back inside, watching as Ulric’s hole opened around him.

  “Like my cock, babe?” Gage growled.

  Ulric’s only answer was a pleasured groan. It made the animal in Gage’s chest roar.

  He thrust in harder. And harder again. Until Ulric’s groans filled his ears, until Ulric’s cock flushed dark and ravenous between them, leaking so fervently that Gage grasped it, pumping it in time with his thrusts.

  Ulric’s spine arched. He dug his fingers into the sheets, his chest rising and falling in great, heaving pants. Gage almost left him hanging again, except Ulric looked so needy that Gage didn’t have the heart to deny him further.

  “Mine,” Gage rasped, aiming for Ulric’s prostate over and over. Ulric writhed and bucked beneath him. He ground hard against that one spot, all the way until Ulric choked on his moan.

  Then he stroked Ulric’s cock, firm and forceful, hitting every nerve until Ulric’s eyes rolled back and he came and came and came, great spurts of white that streaked all over his chest, onto his neck and his face, his body clenching so hard around Gage that Gage came inside him, violent and unexpected.

  Right after, Gage withdrew, flopping next to Ulric on the bed. Then he gathered Ulric against himself, just catching his breath.

  Ulric pulled off his come-streaked glasses, slinging his arm across his face. “Fuuuck.”

  Gage smiled and kissed him. “You can still talk? Means I didn’t do a good job.”

  “That was...” Ulric tipped his head back, a low growl rumbling from his throat. “Damn.”

  “Never had anything like that?” Gage kissed him again.

  Ulric shook his head. Gage felt a surge of pride. He’d been Ulric’s first for something. And that meant a lot.

  “That’s how you should be treated,” Gage murmured.

  “I swear I was gonna murder you.” Ulric narrowed his eyes. “I wanted to fucking come already.”

  “Yeah, and you were so damn hot when you did that.” Gage snuggled against him. “I love when you get all fierce-alpha on me.”

  Ulric stiffened.

  “What did I say?” Gage frowned, thinking back. “You don’t like being told you’re hot?”

  Ulric looked uncomfortable. “You said the L-word. I hope you didn’t mean it.”

  Oh. Gage rubbed his mouth. Had he meant it? “I don’t know.”

  “I’m going to have a shower,” Ulric muttered, rolling away.

  Gage caught him around the middle, pulling him back. “Stay for a bit,” he murmured. “I like having you in my bed.”

  Ulric snuffled, looking down as though he hadn’t realized where he was. And Gage marked him again, trailing his pine scent down Ulric’s body. “I like when you wear my scent, too,” he added.

  Ulric swallowed. “This isn’t a payment, is it? Tonight.”

  “No.” Gage smiled, wrapping himself around Ulric. “That was freely given, babe. I don’t expect anything in return. All I wanted was your company.”

  Ulric flushed pink; Gage’s heart missed a beat. “I’m not a babe.”

  “You’re one to me.”

  “But isn’t that what you call omegas?”

  “Nah.” Gage kissed his nape. “It’s what I call someone I really like.”

  Then he kissed Ulric again, just breathing in that honey oak scent. Ulric sighed, finally relaxing, burying his face against the mattress. They stayed like that for a while, Gage stroking Ulric’s side, holding him in a loose hug. That wasn’t a payment, either.

  “I can’t give you a family,” Ulric mumbled into the mattress. “I’m just...”

  “You’re perfect,” Gage whispered.

  He looked at Ulric’s flushed cheek, and his pink ear. Something in his chest tugged. It felt as though he was falling and falling, and he didn’t know when he would hit the ground, or if he ever would.

  Being with Ulric made him feel that way. Gage tried not to think about why, or the possible consequences this had.

  So he buried the feeling, pretending that everything was the same as before. He didn’t know how to deal with relationships. His life was still surrounded by bills he couldn’t pay off.

  He tucked his face against Ulric, and imagined that Ulric was the only thing that mattered.

  18

  You’re Dating An Alpha?

  Ulric should’ve known that Gage’s brother would be just as beautiful as he was.

  Wilkie Frost was an omega in his early twenties, a slender young thing that Ulric’s parents would’ve wanted him to marry in a heartbeat. That was all Ulric could think about as Gage helped Wilkie move first a mattress, then a bed frame upstairs.

  When they were almost done with the moving, Gage joined Ulric in the kitchen, pulling a chair over to the island counter. “Did something happen?” Gage asked, stroking Ulric’s back. “You look sad.”

  Ulric shrugged. “Sometimes I wish I was normal. Like everyone else.”

  Gage huffed. “Yeah, same here.”

  “You?” Ulric tried not to roll his eyes. “You’d win like, ten beauty pageants in a row.”

  Gage smiled wryly. “And then what?”

  “And then you’d get everything in the world.”

  “Doesn’t always work that way.”

  That, Ulric found hard to believe. “It doesn’t?”

  Gage leaned into him, all pine and fresh sweat scent. “I’m living in your fancy house because I’m broke, Ulric.”

  There were two ways to look at that. One, Gage wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t broke. Two, Ulric had invited Gage to live here precisely because he’d been a sucker for Gage’s looks. He was still a sucker for Gage’s face, and now, his hands, too. Along with everything else about Gage.

  Either way, both trains of thought were pretty depressing.

  “I think I’ve just upset you more.” Gage winced. “What did I say wrong?”

  “Nothing.” Ulric left his seat, heading to the fridge.

  “Hey.”

  “I told you, it’s nothing.”

  “Don’t lie to me, babe.” Gage caught Ulric’s arm, turning him around. And he pressed Ulric lightly against the fridge, leaning in so his lips brushed Ulric’s cheek.

  Ulric stopped breathing. He still couldn’t believe it, every time Gage kissed him. “Is this a—”

  “Not a payment.” Gage leaned in, pressing their mouths together. Pleasure hummed through Ulric’s nerves. “Mm. You always taste good.”

  Ulric’s face heated up. “We’re just—just friends.”

  “Yeah.” Gage kissed him deeper, and Ulric’s knees grew weak.

  Sometimes, he wondered if Gage minded his fumbling kisses. Gage kissed like a pro. But when they kissed, instead of mentioning Ulric’s lack of experience, Gage only cupped Ulric’s face and fitted their mouths more snugly together. Ulric hadn’t the confidence to initiate this with him.

  Gage found him hot, though. As crazy as it was, Ulric believed that now. Gage liked hugging him.

  Actually, maybe Gage liked kissing him, too.

  Ulric broke the kiss, his heart pattering. “Why?”

  Warmth filled Gage’s smile. “Because. You need a reason?”

  “Everything has a reason.” That was the basis in Ulric’s data analysis. Hell, it was his job to find out why the numbers worked the way they did.

  Gage pressed their foreheads together, bumping into Ulric’s glasses. “Do you not want me living here because I’m bro
ke?”

  Ulric’s thoughts tilted sideways. “How’d you even come to that conclusion?”

  “Because you weren’t happy when I said it.”

  “That’s not what I was unhappy about.”

  “Then what is it?” Gage cupped his jaw, brushing his thumb across Ulric’s lower lip. Tingles raced through Ulric’s skin. “Tell me, Muffin.”

  Ulric sighed. “Am I really a muffin?”

  Gage grinned. “Well, you said I’m the stud.”

  “That’s true.”

  In a whisper, Gage added, “I like your curves. A lot.”

  Ulric thought about protesting, but Gage took his hand, rubbing it against his bulge. That was inappropriate. And lovely.

  “Gage, where is—” Wilkie stopped abruptly in the kitchen doorway, his eyes almost falling out of his head. Then he spun around, heading straight out. “I did not just see that.”

  Ulric’s heart sank. He hadn’t realized that he’d wanted Gage’s family to accept him, too.

  It’s not like Gage wants you to be part of his family.

  “Hey, Wilkes. Come back.” Gage leaned away, grasping Ulric’s hand. “We’ll need to get this straight now that you’re living here.”

  Ulric flushed. Wilkie turned back, looking awkward.

  “Time for proper introductions,” Gage said.

  “We already went over that,” Ulric muttered.

  Gage gave him a pointed look. “Ulric, this is Wilkie, my little brat brother. He’s working on a college degree right now.”

  “I’m not a brat,” Wilkie said. He smiled at Ulric, though. “Thanks again for letting me come live with you. If you want to win any favors with Gage, he’s a sucker for lemon popsicles.”

  “I didn’t know that,” Ulric admitted, tucking the information away.

  “And he also likes lace panties.” Wilkie rolled his eyes. “Ask me how I know.”

  “How?” Ulric asked, glancing at Gage. Lace panties, huh?

  Gage’s ears turned pink. “Wilkes, you traitor!”

  Wilkie puffed up, all indignant. “Well, if you didn’t bring some random person home and they threw their panties on my teddy—which is pretty gross, just so you know—”

 

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