“Fuck, I forgot how fucking good you are at this,” Len ground out, every muscle in his body flexing hard as he worked his cock in and out of Jackson’s mouth. Of course that was the moment James walked in.
“Guys, I’ve got some—Oh shit…”
His mouth fell open, and he couldn’t seem to work out where to look, which was understandable. There we all were, on display and cavorting with gay abandon, while he was toting a bag of bagels. The baked goods dropped to the floor, and he stepped inside, looming over all of it with a delicious darkness. Those dark eyes, half hidden by his glasses, took in Len and Jackson, but lingered on me and Tris, and that was where his focus stayed. He skirted the bed, crawling onto it when he got close to us, and then asked in a light tone, “So what are we up to, omegas?”
“Trying really hard not to come,” Tristan gasped out. “Fuck, Kit, look at them.”
“I know, and I told you to let go.”
“Can’t. Need to see them.”
I nipped at his ear, working my hand faster as I felt James’ eyes on me.
“You seem to be the least indisposed. Care to share what went on as I stepped out to the bakery?” And as if to make sure he heard every word, his eyes dropped down to my lips and stayed there.
“We’re exploring,” I replied with a smile, slowing my strokes, stringing out each one to Tristan’s increasingly loud groans. “Len and Jackson have history and they’re…reuniting.”
“And you’re revelling in that, aren’t you? Naughty little omegas.” But his gaze still swivelled around to take in Jackson and Len. The alpha was stabbing his cock into the man’s mouth, his fingers digging deep into Jackson’s scalp. And the beta? His hand dropped down, unzipping his fly and releasing an impressively thick cock, jacking himself off as
he got his alpha closer.
“No,” Len growled, jerking himself away and yanking Jackson’s hand off, setting it decisively on the bed beside him. Jackson went to protest, but Len kissed that away, cradling the other man’s scalp in a way that was all too familiar. How did Len ignore this? There was a real tenderness there that he seemed to have labelled in his head as ‘fuck buddy,’ ignoring the reality. Why would he spend so much time sucking and devouring the other man’s mouth before his kisses dropped lower?
“No…” Jackson gasped as Len kissed his way down his neck, sucking and marking the skin temporarily before tracing the path of the tattoos across Jackson’s chest, going farther down. “Len, it’s okay. You don’t have—”
His protests were choked off as Len’s big hand wrapped around Jackson’s cock. The big man licked the end slowly, thoroughly, then looked up at Jackson.
“You think I’d leave you high and dry?”
“No, but—”
“You think I don’t remember the way you like it, what you need?” Those were the magic words that stilled Jackson, making him blink frantically as the alpha kneeled at his feet. “I know you, Jacks. I know just what you’re craving.”
My heart beat too hard, then too slow, and I was willing to bet that Jacks’ did exactly the same as we both watched what the alpha would do next. He licked the beta’s cock like it was an ice cream, giving him plenty of long looks to go with it. Jackson looked like the world could end at right that very moment and he still wouldn’t move. He was too scared.
“Jesus…” Tristan hissed, pulling free of me, ignoring his own cock now. The three of us sat there and watched.
Slowly, carefully, Jackson’s hand went to Len’s hair, stroking it gently, then more deeply as his mouth fell open. Len’s jaw stretched as he fought to take as much of Jackson’s length as possible.
“Oh fuck, alpha…” he hissed. “Len…!”
“There’s history,” James muttered. “So much bloody history.”
There was, and we had a front row seat to watching it play out. Len’s blow job was long, slow, and deep, putting Jackson on edge, his hands clawing at the bed coverings, the sounds coming from him increasingly pained. No, desperate. In this position, the way Len was touching him, he couldn’t hold it back. He looked like his heart was breaking and being remade all at once. Then I watched all those emotions get hurriedly packed away when Len pulled his mouth off his cock and looked up at Jacks.
“Do you think you can still take me?” Len asked with a lazy smile.
“Fuck, it’ll be a stretch. I… There’s only been girls since we were… Just go slow, yeah?”
“Of course. I’ll never hurt you, not unless you want it. Lie back. That’s it.”
I caught Jackson’s eyes right as Len pulled the beta’s jeans off, leaving him splendidly naked. Jackson was like an otter—long, lean, and all in shades of brown. And his cock, it was so bloody hard, it looked like it hurt. His hair fanned across the bed as he stared, because he knew, I knew, this was another moment of surrender. Len wanted to fuck him anally, which, looking at the girth of the alpha’s cock, would be a hard ask if he hadn’t done it in a while, but he was willing to give himself over to his alpha’s touch. His knees were pushed up against his chest, Len’s fingers trailing over his arse.
“Lube?” he asked in a strangled voice, his eyes rolling shut. “I’m not an omega I can’t…” Then he sucked a breath in as Len’s finger pushed inside him. His cock twitched restively but he didn’t come, not yet. Len turned to Tristan.
“In the bedside table,” he said with a nod of his head. Tris scrambled to do his bidding, tossing the tube down beside the alpha when he found it.
“Doing so well, beta,” Len said, anointing his fingers, and Jackson, before pushing them back in. That seemed to ease him, his pants becoming long moans, as Tristan moved cautiously over to him. The beta’s eyes opened as Tris grabbed his arms, stretching them over his head and holding them down, pinned to the bed. Tris nodded slowly, Jackson doing the same much faster.