“She’s really into you,” Spike said as they watched their classmate slink off, her shoulders hunched with disappointment. “You didn’t have to push her away. She’s been eyeing you for a while.”
Kai stared at his stepbrother. “She has?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “You think? Of course she has. For, I dunno, the past two weeks.”
“How did you even know this?”
“Because I watch.” Spike pointed at his eyes with both his index fingers, wriggling his eyebrows.
Huh. Kai looked back down at his homework, scrunching his face. It wasn’t like he paid attention to omegas, really. He wasn’t interested in them. After seeing the omegas Dad had married, Kai would rather eat a rat before he getting together with someone. “I have homework to be doing. Lunch break ends soon.”
Spike shook his head, looking dubiously at Kai. “C’mon, surely there’s an omega you like.”
Kai shrugged uncomfortably. He didn’t like talking about this love thing, especially when Spike always winced when Kai told him things with Micah Davis would never work out. “Nah. There isn’t any.”
Spike eyed Kai. Then he pulled out a worn, wrinkled picture from his wallet. The one Kai had already seen too many times. “What about him?”
Kai pushed it back without looking. “I told you, no.”
The photo was one that Spike had clipped out of a Meadowfall College handbook, from the science faculty. Professor Micah Davis had sapphire-blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and red, angry scars covering half his face. For the longest time, Spike had been head-over-heels for that omega. He still was. Kai didn’t understand why. The professor was twenty-one years older than them.
“C’mon,” Spike said, leaning over to sniff at Kai. Kai had presented as alpha a year ago, when he hit puberty, roughly the same time as Spike. Their bodies had filled out somewhat in that time, broadening their shoulders, deepening their voices. “If you like anyone at all, I’ll introduce you.”
Kai huffed. “Shut up and lemme do my homework.”
Spike scowled. “You’re gonna get married to your homework if you keep that up.”
“Rather be married to my basketball, but okay.”
Spike nudged at the cream-filled sandwich in his lunchbox. “I swear, all you ever do is jerk off.”
“Like you don’t.”
“But do you think of any omegas while you do it?”
“No.” Just faceless people. Sometimes, he thought about Spike, but all he did was imagine Spike’s pleasure during those times. It was oddly hot when they jerked off together.
Kai shoved at Spike to shut him up, trying to get one last question done before the bell went. At least they had the picnic table to themselves, and the rest of their schoolmates stayed away.
Then, before Kai could take another breath, the bell jangled right above his head, reverberating through his bones. He jumped, his heart kicking. And something yanked behind his stomach, something hot and hungry that crashed through his veins, pulling his muscles tight, sending his blood down between his legs.
He was hard before he knew it, panting, his jeans too tight. His cock was so full, it hurt. He needed to put it into something. Someone. What was going on?
“Kai?” Spike looked over in concern.
Kai panted. He needed to pull his cock out, so at least it wouldn’t hurt so much. But they were in public.
“What’s wrong?” Spike turned to face him, his nostrils flaring. “Whoa. What the fuck? Did you think of someone really hot?”
“No,” Kai wheezed, glancing down at his lap. His cock had become a thick, obvious line behind his pants. “Was—Was doing my homework.”
But he smelled it, too. Musk, heavy and thick, almost completely masking his elm scent. His entire body throbbed with need. He had to fix this problem. His body said he needed to pin someone down, rut into them until he came.
“I didn’t… I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Spike stared at him. “You’re shitting me.”
“I was—was doing my homework!” Kai rubbed his face, vaguely aware of their classmates heading back into the buildings, summoned by the bell. “You’re… sitting right—right next to me. You saw I did—nothing.”
It was difficult to even string words together. Kai panted, itching to reach down, shove on his cock until his erection subsided. He had to resolve this before they went back to class.
Spike frowned. “If you weren’t fantasizing, then what the hell happened?”
“Fuck if I know. It’s not—going down. Restroom,” Kai muttered, shuffling his homework sheets together haphazardly. His hands shook. Couldn’t think. He needed to stroke his cock. Let someone see it. Fuck someone with it. “See you in class?”
Spike narrowed his eyes, glancing at their stuff. “Yeah. I’ll pack up and bring your things to Math. See you there.”
Kai grabbed a sheet of paper and held it against his crotch. Jogged to the most deserted restroom he knew, and shut himself into the last cubicle. He yanked open his pants, breathing a sigh of relief when the pressure subsided.
His cock jutted out, curved and red, harder than he’d ever felt. Yet, even after he’d freed it, it still hurt. How had he even gotten that hard? At its tip, precome glistened, and his balls pulled tight.
Kai jerked off regularly, so this was easy enough. He closed his eyes, thought of fucking into a faceless person, and squeezed his fist bruisingly tight around himself.
Pleasure rose up inside him, buzzing down his nerves. Kai gave himself a couple of pumps, then repeated it, increasing his speed.
He came, shivering, panting, his cock pulsing. Pearly streaks dribbled down the cubicle wall, and Kai waited for his need to subside. He needed to hurry back to class before he got extra homework.
And yet, the hunger remained, a deep ache in his teeth, in his bones. His cock strained upward, come smeared across its tip. Kai stared down at it, feeling betrayed.
I already came. Why am I still hard?
He glanced at the time. Five minutes late for class. Maybe it’d go down on its own. Could he walk through the hallways like that?
Kai zipped up his pants, but his cock refused to let the zipper up all the way. He yanked on the denim, squeezed his cock down against his thigh, and did his fly. Walked out of the cubicle, his heart thudding between his thighs.
It wasn’t going down.
If he went back to class like that… he wouldn’t even be able to concentrate. The teacher would send him back outside. And more omegas would start hitting on him.
Grimacing, Kai returned to the cubicle and pulled his pants open. His cock sprang up eagerly, demanding touch.
So Kai jerked off again. It was harder to hit climax this time. When he did, he left more white streaks on the wall.
And he was still hard.
Unnerved, Kai pressed his forehead against the wall, his heart racing, his skin damp with sweat. What’s wrong with me? He’d never experienced anything like that. Once was his limit, twice if he was extra horny. But this?
His cock was a live, demanding thing in his hand. Curved, come smeared down its sides, its tip flushed red. It was starting to ache a little from how roughly he’d handled himself. If this went on… he’d stroke his skin raw.
He didn’t even want to be horny, damn it.
In his back pocket, his phone began to buzz. Kai pulled it out. Spike’s name flashed on the screen. He answered. “Spike?”
“Where’d you go?” Spike muttered like he was trying to keep his volume down. “Teach sent me out to look for you.”
Kai told Spike his location. “Something’s wrong. I’m still hard.”
An awkward pause between them. Then, Spike said. “Hang on, I’ll be there.”
Kai waited, pumping his cock, trying to get it to shoot again before Spike got here. So they could go back to class, instead of dealing with this… whatever it was.
He couldn’t come.
The restroom door squeaked open. “Kai?” Spike asked.
“Here.” Kai unlocked the cubicle, his face burning. He could already imagine Spike trying to push him toward various omegas. Spike saying, Now every other omega’s gonna cram themselves into your bed.
That horrified him more than anything. So Kai pulled the cubicle door open, almost stepping out of that tiny space. Wasn’t too hot on showing Spike his cock, but it wasn’t like Kai could hide anything right now.
Spike sniffed on his way down the aisle between the cubicles. “Whoa. Smells like a bunch of people have been fucking here.”
“Didn’t smell like that when—when I first stepped in.”
“Wait, so that was all you?” Spike stopped outside Kai’s cubicle, his gaze dropping straight to Kai’s hips. “Whoa.”
Kai swallowed, almost embarrassed. Yeah, he looked kind of debauched, probably.
Spike sniffed at him. Then his eyes widened, and he crowded Kai back into the cubicle, locking them both inside. “You smell like a sex god, Kai.”
Kai turned away, to the fresh come on the wall. Spike’s eyebrows lifted, and he whistled lowly.
“Shut up,” Kai said. “This is a problem. It’s—not going down.”
“Jerk off again?”
“Twice so far. I can’t—can’t come a third time.”
This didn’t happen to ordinary people. The only time Kai had heard of erections not going down…
“Sounds like a rut,” Spike said, looking oddly at Kai. “Sure there wasn’t an omega you were thinking about? Someone nearby in heat?”
Kai rolled his eyes. “You smelled them. Was there anyone?”
“No.” Spike looked at Kai’s cock again; it jerked under his attention. “But that means the only way to cure it is to fuck someone.”
Kai’s cock pulsed in agreement. He winced. “If it’s even a rut. I don’t want to fuck anyone.”
“I’ll get you condoms,” Spike said, looking around.
“No omegas,” Kai growled. “Too messy. I’m not—not knocking anyone up.”
He’d told Spike about the omegas their dad had married. Spike knew Kai wasn’t interested in omegas, period.
“So if you don’t wanna fuck omegas,” Spike said slowly, “then what’s left?”
“Hell if I know.” Kai rubbed his temples. If this was anything like a rut… he’d be in here for hours until he sated it. His cock ached for touch. “Gods. I need to fuck. Need to fuck someone right now, Spike.”
Spike’s gaze expression grew shrewd. “I could… bottom for you.”
Kai stared. “What?”
Spike was alpha. Alphas did not bottom, period. But Spike turned his back to Kai, and Kai glanced at Spike’s ass. It looked firm through his pants. And Kai’s cock jerked, keen to slide in somewhere. Kai’s heart pounded.
“I’m not gonna get pregnant if you fuck me,” Spike said. “And I’m not omega.”
“You’re my brother.”
By this point, they’d grown up for years under the same roof. Spike’s mom was their mom, and Kai’s dad was their dad. It was… wrong to fuck his brother.
Kai’s cock throbbed anyway, keen. He bit down his groan.
And Spike reached behind himself for Kai’s cock, grabbing it with his callused hand. Pleasure jolted down Kai’s nerves. “Fuck!”
Spike’s eyes widened. And grew dark. “Yeah? You like that?”
He dragged his fist down the entire length of Kai’s cock, base to tip. With every inch, Kai’s nerves sizzled. He thrust up savagely, unable to help himself.
“Wow,” Spike breathed, his eyes growing wide. “You’re an animal, Kai.”
“I’m not fucking you,” Kai growled, grasping Spike’s fist to hold him down, and then fucking into it, good and hard. “I can’t stop. Gonna hurt you like this.”
Hell, he wasn’t even sure Spike would be able to take his cock. Could alphas stretch as much as omegas?
“Let’s try it,” Spike said, his lips thinning with determination.
“Gonna hurt you.” Kai’s precome slicked Spike’s hand. “Gonna need to go to the—the infirmary. Then there’s gonna be questions.”
“I’ll say I helped you.” Spike released Kai’s cock, tugging his pants open.
Need seared through Kai’s veins. He panted, palming his cock, but it didn’t have the same magic touch as Spike’s hand.
“Need lube,” Kai hissed. “Not enough here.”
Over his shoulder, Spike glanced at Kai’s cock. Then he pulled his pants back up. “Be right back.”
Kai’s balls ached when Spike disappeared outside. Needed to unload come. He couldn’t do it without Spike.
But Spike didn’t go far—his footsteps paused a few yards away; there was a couple pumps of something plastic. “Got some soap.”
Then Spike was back through the cubicle door, locking it. He sank to his knees in front of Kai.
“What’re you—”
Spike closed his mouth around Kai’s cock. It was warm, damp. Snug. Spike bobbed his head experimentally; his tongue squirmed against Kai’s skin, tiny flashes of pleasure that sent Kai’s chest heaving. He needed more. Couldn’t stare at his brother’s mouth wrapped around his cock.
They were stepbrothers, and this shouldn’t feel as good as it did.
“Spike—” Kai growled, closing his fist in Spike’s hair. Spike took a couple inches of Kai’s cock, hollowing his cheeks.
Bliss scorched down Kai’s spine; he bucked his hips, struggling to control himself. He needed to fuck down Spike’s throat. Spike gagged. He pulled off, leaving Kai’s cock glistening with spit. “Okay, no more of that. You’re gonna choke me with that thing.”
But his lips gleamed wetly, and his tongue flicked out. “Salty. Didn’t know precome was salty.”
It was? Kai swallowed. Not only had Spike taken Kai’s cock in his mouth, he’d tasted Kai. And that was intimate. More than they had any right to be.
Spike held his cupped hand to one side, rolling his hips at Kai. “Help me with my pants. Can’t pull them down with one hand.”
In his palm, the hand soap was clear and pink. Kai tried not to think about it. He yanked open Spike’s pants, pushing them down his hip. Spike turned, and his boxers clung to his tight ass. Behind that, there was a hole that Spike was offering to Kai.
“You—You sure,” Kai whispered hoarsely.
“Yeah.” Spike brought his cupped hand down to his ass, pausing when the soap began to drip down the side of his palm. “Damn it. Help me.”
Kai swallowed hard. He caught Spike’s warm wrist to steady him. Then he pushed down Spike’s waistband, just enough to reveal the muscular cheeks of his ass.
They’d talked about sex, they’d read books about it, seen it on the internet. But everyone knew that alphas didn’t produce slick like omegas did. How much did Spike need so that any fucking didn’t hurt him?
Kai dipped two fingers into the soap. It smelled like watermelon. He smeared it all around his fingers, then reached down, probing Spike’s cheeks. They were warm, firm. Paler than the rest of his skin, because Spike didn’t step outside in the sun naked.
“You’re sure,” Kai said again.
“Just fucking do it,” Spike growled.
Kai pushed his fingers between Spike’s cheeks, spreading them. He slid up Spike’s crack, then down, finding the small, puckered hole. Fuck, it was small.
And it would squeeze around Kai’s cock so very tight.
Kai pulsed, panting. He pushed lightly on Spike’s hole, but it didn’t give. “It’s not—”
“Harder,” Spike answered, rocking back. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late for the next class, too.”
So Kai pushed in, two fingers at once. Spike wheezed. He stretched around Kai’s fingers, tight, his body hot like a furnace.
Kai’s breath punched out of his throat. He could already imagine what it’d be like to fuck Spike. “Gods.”
“The fuck did you put inside me?” Spike hissed, his head tipping back.
“Two fingers.” Kai wriggled them experimentally inside Spike, but there was hardly any space to move in there. Not very slippery, though. “Not sure how—how I can put more than two in.”
Spike rocked down onto Kai’s fingers, and Kai’s cock throbbed, demanding attention. He pulled his fingers out of Spike, dipped them into the puddle of soap in Spike’s hand, coating them again. Then he pushed them back into his brother’s ass, and Spike opened around him, just as hot, but more slippery.
Over and over, Kai pushed more soap into Spike, until Spike’s asscheeks were smeared with that thick fluid, and some had dripped onto his boxers. Then Kai pulled Spike’s hand down to his cock, closing Spike’s palm around himself. “Wipe off on me.”
Spike squeezed his fist down Kai’s length, so the soap smeared onto his drying spit. Wasn’t going to be so great, though, if it kept drying like that. Kai spat into his own palm, wiping it onto his cock. It seemed huge, compared to his two fingers inside Spike.
“Might hurt you,” Kai said, pulling Spike’s hips closer to his cock.
“I’ll take it.” Spike grasped his asscheeks, bent over, and spread them. And Kai glimpsed the pink of his hole, dark and open, waiting for Kai’s cock.
Kai’s need ached through his body. He stepped up against Spike, ground his head against Spike’s hole.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Spike whispered, his eyes growing wide.
“Should I stop—”
Spike shoved himself down onto Kai, his hole rubbing against Kai’s tip. “Hurry up and get it over with.”
Kai bit down his groan. He grasped his cock and pressed it against Spike’s hole, pushing lightly. Spike opened, but he wasn’t stretched wide enough. Kai leaked into him, his cock dark with hunger, his balls pulled up tight.
He pushed again, harder this time, keeping the pressure until Spike slowly opened around him, his hole stretching around Kai, then swallowing up his head, sucking down the rest of his cock.
He was burning hot inside, tight like nothing Kai had ever had before. Kai needed.
His hips snapped up, sinking more of his cock into Spike. Spike grunted, but he took Kai’s length.
And Kai drove all the way into his brother, groaning when Spike’s body swallowed his cock, squeezing around him like it was thirsty for Kai’s come.
Yeah, now Kai knew with certainty that he would come. And it wouldn’t take long at all, pumping into Spike’s hot body, Spike’s muscles clinging tight around him.
He forced himself to stop before he went too far. “G-good?” Kai asked, his fingers digging into Spike’s hips with the strain of stopping himself.
Spike nodded jerkily. “Yeah,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Hurts?”
Spike shook his head. “It’s good.”
Kai swallowed, pressing Spike up against the wall to anchor him there. Then he fucked as deep as he could into Spike, groaning when Spike’s body milked him, the soap not quite slippery enough, but it was better than none at all.
“F-fuck,” Spike hissed, squeezing around Kai.
The pressure made Kai’s hips stutter, bliss coursing through his body. He forced himself to stop again, panting with the effort. “Bad?”
Spike shook his head, his neck turning red.
“What’s wrong?” Kai rasped. Couldn’t believe he was doing this. His cock jammed all the way inside his brother’s ass.
“Nothing. Keep going.”
But Spike wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t looking at Kai, or even saying anything about this. A coil of worry gripped Kai’s insides.
He pulled out, glancing at his cock just to make sure he hadn’t hurt Spike. It glistened, but it looked fine. No blood.
“Damn it, Kai,” Spike growled. Then he reached down in front of himself, his arm working in that too-familiar way.
Kai stared, confused. Reached around Spike, following his arm.
Spike had his fist clenched around his own cock. He was hard. He hadn’t been hard when he’d pulled his pants down.
“Spike?” Kai breathed, surprise and arousal warring in his body.
“It’s nothing,” Spike muttered, his ears turning red, too. “Keep going. Get yourself off.”
“You’re—You like this?”
Spike said nothing, but his neck turned ruddier than before.
He liked it. Gods, Kai wasn’t one to judge, but if Spike liked Kai’s cock, if Spike liked Kai pounding into him, then Kai wasn’t going to stop at all.
Kai growled, shoving his cock back into Spike. Spike tensed up, his breath rushing out of him, his ass squeezing around Kai’s cock. Kai gripped Spike’s hip with one hand, anchoring Spike against himself, so Kai could bury himself inside his brother, as deep as he could.
With his other hand, he knocked Spike’s hand off his hard cock, grasping it.
Spike made a low, desperate sound, fucking into Kai’s hand. Kai’s breath snagged. He hadn’t known this about Spike. That Spike would get hard just by Kai fucking him.
Kai thrust deep into his brother, and Spike arched, swearing under his breath. His ass took all of Kai’s cock. Kai leaned away a little, pulling Spike’s hips up, bending Spike forward so Kai could see where they joined. Spike accepted his cock. Then, as Kai pulled out, Spike’s hole clung around him, like it was begging Kai to stay inside.
Liquid heat rushed through Kai’s veins. He needed to own. Needed Spike to be his.
He shoved Spike against the wall and slammed inside, and a low groan erupted from Spike’s throat. Kai didn’t let up after that. Just kept pounding into his brother, good and hard, his teeth aching, his lungs filled with elm and juniper and musk.
With every stroke, he felt a brush of friction, telling him this was real, that Spike was taking his cock. And with every stroke, Spike’s precome began to trickle down Kai’s fist, slippery and slick. Kai smeared it down Spike’s cock, snapping his hips, filling him so hard that Spike jerked against the wall, panting.
“Want to hear you come,” Kai breathed, punctuating every word with a thrust. He pressed his nose against Spike’s shoulder, sniffing at Spike’s musk and his alpha scent. Spike smelled good. Kai’s teeth ached again. He needed to sink them into Spike, mark him.
Spike groaned. Kai pulled the neckline of Spike’s shirt to the side, exposing his shoulder. Pressed his teeth against Spike’s skin. There was a spot where Spike smelled most strongly of juniper. For a moment, Kai wanted to sink his teeth in there. But he couldn’t—that spot wasn’t for him.
Kai moved his mouth an inch to the right, steering clear of Spike’s scent gland. Fucked into Spike again, his cock filling up with bliss. His balls had pulled tight, heavy now with come. So much come, to fill Spike with. Mark him inside. Kai groaned, pulsing.
“K-Kai,” Spike hissed, shoving himself down onto Kai’s cock.
Kai sank his teeth hard into Spike’s skin, fucking deep, pounding into his brother as hard as he could, the tension and pleasure in his body building, building, until Spike jerked and clenched around him, and a sharp hiss fled his lips.
Spike’s cock pulsed against Kai’s palm, jetting come all over the wall. The sensation drilled into Kai’s balls, made them pull tight.
Kai’s release welled up, crashing through his body. He roared, fucking a last time into Spike, making sure his cock was buried deep when he spilled, filling his brother up with come.
They panted for long moments, Kai inside Spike, Spike’s sweat and juniper scent filling Kai’s lungs. Somehow… this felt right. Kai couldn’t begin to explain why.
The moment Kai’s knot began to swell, he pulled out of Spike, suddenly embarrassed that they’d done this. Against the wall, Spike didn’t move, either. He’d bowed his head, his neck still red. And on Spike’s shoulder, blood welled up along Kai’s teeth marks.
“Sorry,” Kai said. “Didn’t mean to bite you.”
Spike shrugged, halfway glancing over his shoulder. “It’s fine.” He pulled his pants up, tucking his cock back. He couldn’t meet Kai’s gaze, though.
“Hey,” Kai said when Spike turned to leave. “Spike.”
Spike lifted his gaze, his usual cheer gone, replaced by uncertainty.
“Spike?”
Spike looked at the floor, his cheeks red. “Sorry. I wasn’t… I don’t know what happened to me,” he mumbled. “I didn’t… I mean… I’m not…”
Kai stared. He’d never seen Spike like this. Maybe a couple times, when Spike was highly embarrassed by a mistake. But it had never been because of something he did with Kai.
And the only thing they’d done was fuck. Kai swallowed, trying to understand. “You’re embarrassed because I fucked you?”
Spike shook his head violently. “No.”
No? Kai’s thoughts flew through his mind. “Because you… liked it?”
Spike bit his lip and looked away. Kai shoved his cock back into his pants, smelling like soap all over. “It’s not a bad thing,” Kai murmured. “I like that you liked it. Made me fuck harder.”
Spike flushed. It looked good on him. Attractive. “I’m alpha. I’m not supposed to—to bottom.”
“No one has to know.” Kai touched Spike’s hand, holding him so Spike met his eyes again.
“But you…” Spike chewed on his lip. “You’re gonna think I’m some wimp or some—”
“Gods, no.” Kai looked at him, horrified. “You’re my brother. And I think… you helped. We’re solving this.”
At least his knot had grown, and now maybe his erection would finally subside, and they could go back to class. Kai didn’t know what had caused the rut, but maybe it wouldn’t happen again.
Spike looked at the bulge in Kai’s pants, squirming. Then he said, haltingly, “It… It felt damn good when you were inside. I can’t even… I feel weird.”
Kai held his breath. “I didn’t knock you up, did I?”
“Gods, no.” Spike glared.
“Then there’s nothing wrong with us fucking, is there?”
Spike thought on it, still uncertain. “You don’t… think I’m weird or anything?”
Kai pressed his forehead against Spike’s, looking into his eyes. “I bit your shoulder. Didn’t even know what I was doing. You gonna think I’m weird?”
Spike blinked, like he didn’t know Kai had done that. Then he smiled. “Nah, that’s not weird.”
“Then you aren’t weird, too.” Kai squeezed his hand.
“So if… if it happens again, you’ll tell me?” Spike glanced down at Kai’s hips.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you,” Kai growled, something in him rumbling at the delight in Spike’s expression. “Maybe we should find some lube, just in case. Now we smell like watermelon.”
Spike laughed, the unease in his eyes fading away. It felt good, knowing that he’d help shake the tension from Spike’s shoulders.
“I can’t go back to class like this,” Kai said, glancing at his hips.
“I’ll wait with you,” Spike said.
“We’ll miss the next class.”
“That’s fine. I don’t care.” Spike grinned, leaning against Kai. “We’ll both get into trouble together. Then at least you won’t be alone at detention.”
That sounded good. Kai’s heart warmed; he pulled Spike close, just breathing him in.
Kai didn’t like omegas, but Spike? Spike was good. He was someone safe that Kai trusted with his life.
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