The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

It wasn’t as if coming into this home, knowing nothing about the residents, and then meeting them, meant that Wyatt instanty understood the relationship between the two alphas. Wilee and Wyatt had been prepared for the worst, shared out between two men, never allowed to seek time with one another, having to watch as they endured tortorous moments of being fucked by men that made their skin crawl, only to steal glances, see one another daily. To them, however, that had been a dream come true simultaneously, at least they knew the other was okay, at least they could check in. How things had turned out was a surprise to Wyatt, he was surprised to see that alphas, although much more privileged, didn’t have the opportunity to love openly, freely. They loved each other, and in some ways, if not all, Wyatt understood that, after all, he loved his other half so deeply, and they were not always able to show it. 

Yes, this was a dream come true. More so than either of them could have suspected. It was almost too good to be true, and Wyatt found himself thinking that this could all be a dream, couldn’t it? Absent mindedly, he had to pinch himself, it was a strange gesture, but one he did, and it hurt. Ow. Yes, he was awake. Adam was real. This house was real. He and Wilee having the ability to be together? Real. But so was this. This primal, animalistic attraction he had to Adam, that was real too. So real. Hadn’t this been something he had, unadmittedly, craved from the very beginning? It was all so overwhelming now, but still somewhere, deeply craved. He turned his features into the touch, wanting so desperate to tease his teeth against the pad of Adam’s thumb, to show him just how obedient he could be, how willing to give him whatever he wanted that he was. 

His words persuaded the omega to keep his desires to himself, but rather look up at Adam with those wide, puppy-dog eyes that pleaded for more, while his mouth said nothing else. “Thanks to you, both of you, I kissed someone I care for today…” Wilee was the only important thing in the world to him, the closest to a real connection he’d ever come, and he was lucky to have that, but in that sense, it made sense what Adam was getting around. For a moment, however, a brief moment, Wyatt’s heart picked up, because he thought that perhaps Adam would want to replace Wilee, but that wasn’t what this was, no, the man simply wanted to be another of those people, and Wyatt would have liked that too. “I understand,” He near whispered, “You want me – to feel something, before you will touch me… Like that…”

~

Asher wondered, for a brief moment, had Wilee ever experienced something like this before, the sheer desire for an alpha, it didn’t seem so likely, but he didn’t want to think himself special. That was part of the issue with generations of alphas, they always thought themselves better than what they were. Asher had been an arrogant man, he’d lived that life, it never served him well, it was only when he met Adam, when he gave up that role for something more real, more honest, that he became this. He’d worked to get Wilee off, sex wasn’t just about any one person, but rather the two. It had to beneficial for the both of them, get the other off, they got you off. Asher definitely got Wilee off just now, the omega was spent, writhing almost, chest heaving, voice breathless. He was smug. 

He smacked his backside, pulling out and falling back into his seat, attempting to catch his own breath as he watched Wilee. God damn it, he could’ve gotten hard all over again, that look on his damn face, all goofy smiles and satisfaction. The kid was hot, that was undeniable, but there was something else there too, this didn’t exactly feel like a simple attraction, no, they had something. A bond of sorts. His words forced a chuckle from Asher’s lips, a lopsided grin of his own spread across his features as he leaned over, pulled Wilee from the desk and into his lap, “S'that so?” He grunted, gripping the boy’s chin and forcing him into a rather rough kiss, “Then I did m'job, ‘cause your ass belongs to me now, got it?”

The alpha gave him a moment, his tongue possessively forcing it’s way into Wilee’s mouth, twisting around his own, before he pulled back and looked him over, grinning when he saw how considerably darkened the skin around his hips, ribs and arms had become. Oh yes, this kid was gonna be littered with his hand marks, and he loved it. He’d definitely made his claim, this little brat wasn’t going anywhere, any amount of attitude was worth a fuck like that. Asher stood up, putting Wilee down, holding him upright, “We’re goin’ home now, ya need some sun on ya bones, pup.”

It must have been a surprise for both Wyatt and Wilee coming into Adam and Asher’s home. The two Alphas were constantly on the same page about things. They both understood what they were doing. What they would do if things went well with the omega’s and what they would do if things went badly. They had talked about each out come. Adam knew that wasn’t the case for Wyatt nor Wilee. They hadn’t had a chance to talk about what was going on. About being with either Alpha or there own relationship. They hadn’t had a chance to go through what Adam and Asher had. This must have been a surprise. In that, Adam felt bad for the two of them. He wanted them to have that time. To get to speak to one another. However long that took. He wanted to have that time with Wyatt as well. And Wilee. He wanted Asher to know Wyatt. For all of them to understand one another. To be a pack. Not just two Alphas ruling and owning two omegas who hated them but a Pack. 

He was going to provide them with that. The time they needed. The space. The comfort of being with one another without the pressures of having each other. Adam hoped that Wyatt truly understood that. Thankfully, so far, it seemed like Wyatt was getting it. That things were falling into place and soon they would all be able to be that pack that Adam craved. A family he never had. It was unfortunate that he wouldn’t be able to show them off to the world. That his dreams would be contained to just his home but that was the price he’d pay for what he was. The price they’d all pay. Which, when considering what could be, wasn’t so heavy. Besides that, at least they’d have one another to lean on in harder times. 

“You’ll get to again.” Adam promised Wyatt as his hand moved down to rub Wyatt’s shoulder. “As soon as Asher gets back with Wilee, you’ll get to. It shouldn’t be much longer.” He went on before glancing at his watch and giving a hum. The Alpha’s knew each other well. Asher could only handle the general public for so long before coming home to there sanctuary. He was an amazing businessman, much better than Adam, but he was still a man. Asher had needs most couldn’t meet. 

Nodding along with Wyatt’s words, Adam sighed slowly. “Maybe it’s asking to much. I don’t mean to.” He apologized in a low, softer, tone. “There have been so many that are too far gone to make connections with but-” Adam shook his head, blonde hair falling across his forehead just a bit. “-You have a good head on your shoulders Wyatt. We have something and I simply want to know what that is before sex. Is that alright?” He asked standing back a bit. His hand still a point of contact on Wyatt’s shoulder. “If it helps any, you wont be alone in wanting. I promise.” Adam assured him trying to lighten the mood just a bit. 

-

The only person that Wilee had ever longed for was Wyatt. When it came to Alpha’s, Wilee hated most of them. They wanted everything given to them wrapped up in a bow and placed in they’re laps. Most didn’t work. Didn’t know how to hold a conversation or fuck for that matter. They wanted to lay back and be pleasured. Thats it. No, Wilee had never wanted an Alpha. He never saw the draw to them that others did. Before this it was just Wyatt. Always Wyatt. Honestly, it was still Wyatt... But there was also Asher. The two of them where both so perfect and so different. Wilee couldn’t imagine dropping one for the other now. It was as if they both owned him. Each taking half his heart in there hands. Hell, he’d give it to them if they asked. Either of them could kill him. Love him. Have him. Whatever they wanted, Wilee wanted to provide. No questions asked. 

The smug look on Wilee’s face never left. Not as Asher pulled him forwards or dropped him down into his lap. Even if his lower back ached, Wilee just smiled. He looped his arms around the Alpha’s neck and hummed. “You think you fuck me once and you own my ass, huh?” He asked with an eye brow raised. “Gonna have to stake your claim on a regular bases then. Might forget you know?” Wilee teased. And it was a tease. They both new that no one else was gonna be fucking Wilee while Asher was around. Besides, Wilee fucked Wyatt, that was how they did things. So Asher could have his ass any day of the week. Call him whipped, if you will, Wilee really didn’t care. His ass was Asher’s. That was as clear to him as the blue sky. 

He felt silly, childish even, reminded so intensely of the moments in which he found himself fawning after the particularly cool and collected Wilee, the omega that took no shit and more than certainly handed it out. Wyatt had always shied away from the flirting, he’d thought at first that perhaps Wilee was making fun of him, but his desire for the other only grew and grew, till it reared it’s head in his close proximity, and thankfully, it had been what the two needed to act on that admiration for one another, but before then, Wyatt had been so sure of rejection that he’d refused to acknowledge it. He could sense that, did they not do something soon, he would feel the same with Adam. A man of much higher status, a man looking for a psuedo lover, a poser, not something real.

The omega tipped back his head as Adam looked away, or when he thought the man had, letting out a gentle sigh as he tried to will himself to stop, stop everything and simply be the same polite young man he had been before, he could do that, right? He’d been too distracted by his thoughts to notice that Adam was paying attention, too distracted to realise what was about to unfold. When their bodies were brought closer together, when Adam brought their lips together, he found himself moaning into the alpha’s mouth, fitting his frame so perfectly against his own. He hadn’t needed to push it to feel that, the bulging in his crotch that confirmed that Wyatt’s desire wasn’t at all one sided.

His mind spiralled from there, he wanted to give himself to Adam, to bend over any surface he chose, to sprawl out across the floor, bent into any position the alpha chose, he wanted to be spread out for the other, used to however he saw fit, he wanted to please him, and it was so instant that it almost winded him. However, Adam proved to have other ideas, words that would have been such a delight to hear from any other alpha, but were more tortorous than anything he could have imagined in that moment. “Okay, Adam,” He whispered quietly, desperately, a hint of a moan underlying his tone, “If you say so.”

~

He’d heard it all, of course, Asher knew that biologically, alphas and omegas were the perfect fit, sure, alphas and alphas worked, he and Adam were pretty much perfect for each other too, alphas and betas too, hell, even omegas and omegas, but alphas and omegas,that was the right fit in this world. Asher had never really cared for that, most omegas were terrified of him, rightly so, and he’d never really found anybody worthy of his interest, he’d never had the patience, the desire to have it, or anything close to appreciation for the good majority of them that he met. Wilee had been a surprising fit, he’d instantly found him attractive, but this was a whole new level of attraction, something deeper, primal, instinct. He loved Adam endlessly, and he always would, and they would always be a couple, but his match with Wilee felt like something else entirely. 

The boy responded so pleasantly to every little movement Asher made, he took it like a good little boy, and whined like a bitch in heat. Every noise he made was like music to the alpha’s ears, he took pride in being the reason, and he liked knowing that everybody on the other side of his office door knew exactly what he could do to this kid. He didn’t stop with Asher’s words, and typically, this is where he would take control, he’d still, demand that they not dare cum without permission, but he wanted it just as bad as Wilee, he wanted them to cum together. He growled against his mouth, “Cum for me, baby,” He encouraged in a low, gruff voice, and boy, did he take it. He rolled his hips around, taking every inch of Asher, forcing him deeper and squeezing his muscles so tightly around the man, milking his own climax out of him. “Fucking cum, Wilee. Cum for Daddy,” The alpha did too, thrashing into Wilee, silent in his satisfaction, lips parted, brows furrowed as he filled him up, claimed him.

For a long time, Adam had thought something was wrong with him. He didn’t often find himself attracted to anyone. Not Alphas, Omegas, or anything in between. He found himself drawn to writing, piano, and then suddenly into the military. It had been quiet a shock to the people closest to him when he enlisted but for Adam it had been a choice that only seemed logical. He was lost. For a very long time he was simply directionless. Floating from this study to the next. Taking unfulfilling jobs. Turning over one boring relationship for another. The military gave him a direction. A cause. A purpose to get up in the morning and go to sleep at night. Quickly, Adam thrived. Even more so under the close watch of Asher. Being pushed by the older Alpha had forced Adam past his breaking point and then gave him more than purpose. Asher gave him drive. Passion. They excelled together. Romantically and otherwise. Asher was the only man Adam had ever found attractive, ever loved, ever adored. 

That was until Wyatt walked in to his home. The fact that Adam wanted to touch, to hold, to know Wyatt was... well, surprising. He surprised himself with his willingness to hold the omega. But, at the same time, how was Adam expected to keep his hands off Wyatt? He was gorgeous. Head-to-toe like a greek statue of old. He smelt like a cool, crisp fall day. Felt like silk. Tasted lightly sweet. That voice deeper than it should have been but wonderfully so. Yes, his attraction to Wyatt was intense. Like two magnets finally getting close enough to pull towards one another. God, was it hard to pry himself away from Wyatt. The only reason he managed such a feet was simple. At the core of it all, Adam wanted Wyatt to know him. Before all of this, before the touching and tasting and the needing, he wanted to know. 

Letting his hand slide down Wyatt’s face, Adam looked down at him. “I know it’s not fair to tease you.” He mumbled, blue eyes on those bright green ones. “I am sorry for that.” Adam added as his thumb rolled down the middle of Wyatt’s throat and then down across his collar bone. “I just-” He paused then and sighed. “When was the last time you actually kissed someone you cared for? Had sex with someone you’d do anything for? I want that for you and I. I want to know if that sort of thing would even be a possibility for us. You understand, don’t you?” He asked hoping that Wyatt would, indeed, understand. “I want these things for you Wyatt. Maybe even if it can’t be with me. If it’s with Asher’s omega only- Well, I still want that for you. Hopefully you can forgive me for that.”

-

A lot of Alpha’s liked to think themselves gods in the bedroom. Able to fuck any omega who bent over near them into heaven. The truth was, most of them didn’t put the work in. They lay around like lazy lumps making omegas do all the work. Worse yet they got all pissy when they couldn’t get their partners to moan and whine like a bitch in heat. Wilee couldn’t stand those sorts of Alphas. Fuck, he liked to be on top. Topping Wyatt was probably his single greatest achievement. He even liked to ride Alphas now and then but when they just lay there, it was boring. Boring as all hell. Asher, on the other hand, was not boring at all. This man, this man was an actual god when it came to fucking. He was relentless and without mercy. His hips didn’t slow but only seemed to get faster and faster as they fucked. The deep thrusts shoving Wilee’s hips into the table so hard he was bound to bruise. This man knew what he was doing and just how to do it. 

It wasn’t simply that he was ashamed, though of that he was, deeply. He was ashamed because his body had reacted so quickly, when it only typically did that for Wilee, he was ashamed because it felt so right, and he wanted Adam so much it was shocking. However, it was also because the omega felt frustration, complete and utter frustration that had always been purely reserved for his lover. Adam had no idea that he was so needy, Adam didn’t seem to notice that arousal rolled off him in waves that even Wyatt could detect. 

A natural fit seemed an understatement if the omega had ever heard one, he’d never admit it out loud but from the moment he’d laid eyes on Adam, he felt something primal, instinct, and he needed Adam in that moment. Frustration burned through him now, he ached to be touched by the other, every inch of his frame desperate to lean into his gentle touches, to feel those soft palms gliding over his porcelain skin. He wanted to wrap himself around Adam, lose himself in the man and forget about his prior anxiety. But it didn’t seem as though he’d receive that today.

He fought the urge to pout, but it was evident enough on his lips as Adam dismissed the atmosphere between them altogether. The omega began to chew his lower lip, “Okay,” He whispered, trying to remember not to call the older man sir. They made their way away from the garden and Wyatt couldn’t help but wonder what Wilee was up to, was he having a hard time? He hoped not. 

~

His expressions of enjoyment were hot, getting hotter with each passing moment, Wilee was unbelievable, in more ways than one and Asher had a feeling he wasn’t ever going to have enough of the omega. He didn’t slow any, he didn’t show any signs of stopping because he had no intentions of. Asher could come, hard, right here and now, but he chose not to because he had to do this, he had to enjoy every part of Wilee and make it last because god only knew when this kid was gonna flip out. Asher bit his lower lip, slamming into him over and over, stretching him out, feeling him contract around him, “S’that right?” He grunted, fighting back the moan from Wilee sucking and lapping at his fingers just like he had before on his cock. 

The abrupt hold on his hair forced a grunt from his lips that was otherwise unexpected, Asher growled against the boy’s lips, a full, deep, guttural groan that rattled between the two of them. He didn’t need any further encouragement than that. Wilee gave him the golden ticket and he was gonna run with it. He pulled back, flipped Wilee over once again and forced him back against the desk. He pushed him down against the table, forced one hand in his hair, the other guided himself back into his tight entrance, then gripped his hips. With both holds, he forced the boy back onto his cock, stretched him out once again, and harshly so. “Such a pretty little pussy,” He grunted, “M’pretty little pup, huh?”

Nothing about what Wyatt was feeling was one sided. Not at all. Maybe he couldn’t see it, or wasn’t looking, but Adam was just as easily moved by Wyatt as Wyatt was by him. His body reacted to every little touch and look that was give. Keeping things on track, focused, was hard. Every time he looked at the little Omega he could see himself kissing that long neck. Pushing Wyatt against the wall and feeling him arch against it. Feel everything. Yes, Adam was very good at keeping his thoughts, and emotions to himself. Years of loving a man that he could be killed for loving had done that much to him. 

Still, he wanted Wyatt to at least know that he wasn’t alone in these feelings. That the arousal was mutual. That, with time, they would act on what they wanted. Adam simply wanted to give him time in order to adjust. To make up his mind, with a clear head, and his current partner, about what they were going to do here. Pushing things was not his intention. 

Hopefully, his next move wasn’t going to push Wyatt to far. Walking towards the living room, Adam put a hand on the small of Wyatt’s back. They passed a small hallway that lead towards some more rooms which the rest of the help slept in. At the last moment, Adam pulled Wyatt into the hallway. Both of his hands smoothly found Wyatt’s face as he leaned down and kissed the Omega. His body leaning against the others just enough that he could feel how mutual their arousal for one another was. After a long moment, Adam parted from Wyatt just enough to speak. “Don’t rush it.” Adam mumbled as his thumb stroked over Wyatt’s face. “Trust me, it’s worth it not to rush.”

For most of his life Wilee had been around other Omega’s. Mostly in the placement centre. It wasn’t often that he found anyone he got along with and in that regard, as well as many more, Wyatt was a godsend. Other Omegas where far to catty for Wilee’s taste. Constantly gossiping about this Alpha or day dreaming about falling in love. He heard some say that when an Alpha and an Omega are a true pairing they fit together perfectly. In every way. Even physically. It was bullshit, or course. Some story made up by a love sick omega but goddamn if Asher didn’t make Wilee think it just might be real. They did fit together perfectly. No part of Wilee’s body was unsatisfied by Asher. No part of ached for anything but more, more, more. Perhaps there was something to those love stories after all?

He wasn’t oblivious to the gentle, subtle touches Adam offered, but for a boy so adamant in getting his own way with those he was attracted to, it simply wasn’t enough. He may have very well be showing his appreciation every two minutes, but to Wyatt, they didn’t quite make the cut. “Adam, just Adam,” The omega repeated, no evidence whatsoever to his inner thoughts rested on his features, he looked just as innocent, just as pure as ever. He watched him closely as the alpha slowly began to dry him off. He was touching him, but through thick fabric it didn’t quite offer what he wanted. Wyatt whined quietly, tilting his head back as Adam spoke, his voice and the gentle caress of softness against his skin was almost maddening. The words themselves were proving to have an interest effect.

Wyatt blinked a few times, looking at him as he had before, he couldn’t see what it was, all he knew was that he didn’t feel fear, but maybe something closer to respect, that had been instant. The omega whimpered, flinching away from the massaging touch, it hit a nerve that didn’t produce a bad feeling whatsoever, but one that still startled him. He bit his lower lip after letting out a shaky breath, “Please Adam, I don’t mean to –” Wyatt turned his body away from the man, shielding his own excitement that was protruding through his underwear.

~

His shamelessness was one of the hottest thing about Wilee for Asher, he shamelessly spread his legs, showing off that pretty puckering pussy off to his daddy, precome trickling down his throbbing cock that appeared desperate for attention. He was unbelievably hot. So so hot. Asher had no idea how he was gonna keep up with the kid but he’d sure as shit have fun trying. His eyes practically lit up when the boy kept it up, his quick tongue spouting all the things Asher wanted to hear in that moment, his hips rocking back and forth against the fingers that explored him, such a greedy little thing. This was gonna be fun.

The kid didn’t have to beg for long, his cock entered him effortlessly, hungrily taking him all like a good little boy, despite his mouth spewing things no good boy’s mouth would. The alpha didn’t hesitate to slam his hips repeatedly into Wilee, fuelled mostly by the foul encouragements that Wilee offered. “S'right, baby, take all of me – cock looks so good fillin’ you up.” He reached down, stroking Wilee’s member in unison, brushing his thumb over the beads of come resting in the slit of his tip, “Take it.”

The whimpering noise Wilee offered so instinctively hit a nerve in the alpha, he knew he’d never made it before, the surprise on the omega’s face was indicator enough, but there was something so damn primal about their relationship that it was kind of like he was meant to make that noise just for Asher. He based out in him again, rolling his hips around just to fill him all the more, “Pretty little pussy,” Asher grunted, “Pretty little boy.” He let go of the boy’s cock, bringing it up to his mouth, pushing his thumb into his mouth, rubbing against his tongue, “Tell me how ya taste, pup.”

Nothing about the situation made Adam think that Wyatt was uncomfortable and he was watching. His eyes trained on that gorgeous face. Those curls framing out those tired eyes and sharp jaw line. His ears listening for any increase in heart beat that might be do to fear. His nose on that sweet Omega scent untouched by anxiety. For a moment, everything was perfect. Wyatt allowed him to dry off and hung on his every word while Adam served him for once. Then it was over. Wyatt turned away from him abruptly and apologized so quickly that Adam didn’t have a chance to reassure him. 

“No, Wyatt,” He breathed out and stood up slowly. “It’s alright. I pushed you too far too quickly.” Adam apologized right back his hand moving to rest on Wyatt’s shoulder for a moment before he moved around him and stood in front of Wyatt instead. “If you’re not ready for this, we aren’t in any rush at all, you understand? That being said, don’t feel any shame about your body reacting to mine. We are a natural fit.” He believed that too. The way they had bonded over the few short hours together seemed impossible and yet it had happened. It was more than being omega and alpha. This was deeper than that. Adam thumb rolled across Wyatt’s jaw line. “Come along. Lets get you in a shower and in some clean, dry clothing.” Adam told him before offering his hand to Wyatt.  

-

It was almost too much to handle. The frustrations that had been building up in Wilee for so long were all flooding out of him at once. As if some sort of damn inside him had been blown open. Raging waters spilling across dry lands and filling every crack. Asher filling every crack. Ever inch of him. Filled. Wilee almost asked him to stop because it was too good. Too much. All at once he’d gone from simply being to being completely helpless in this Alpha’s arms. Putty for him to mold, twist, shape into anything he wanted. Wilee would try to meet it if it meant he could be fucked like this again. Hard, deep, those hips pushing into his own, that rough hand wrapped around him. 

“Fuck!”

His head fell forwards against Asher’s shoulder as those hips slammed into his own. He really was taking Asher. Taking everything he was given. Wilee did love to take. “Fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good.” He cursed on, hips rolling with Asher’s movements. Forcing him deeper. Forcing him harder. Forcing him faster. He really was greedy. And at the moment he couldn’t get enough of Asher or his cock. 

He could never have expected that, in just a few short hours, Adam had managed to get Wyatt as riled up as his lover could, he couldn’t believe that he was a writhing mess on the edge of this pool, desperate to be touched, kissed, worshipped, and Adam was as cool as a cucumber. He’d never wanted like this before, he’d never been denied like this before. His lips chased the alpha’s own, begging for more without actually using the words because, how could he? In fact, Wyatt was much too shy, much to embarrassed by his arousal to ask for anything.  

It didn’t seem as if Wyatt was getting his own way any time soon, there was a sort of finality to Adam’s next movement and he found himself choking back a whine when the man pulled away. His eyes trailed up the alpha’s body slowly as he pushed himself out of the water, pushed himself up onto those extended legs, intimidating Wyatt without even intending to, or so, he thought. He bit his lower lip, perhaps intentionally, as he looked up at the man through his thick lashes, “What?” He near enough whispered, only to immediately bite his tongue, and alter what he was saying, “Oh – yeah, sorry, sir. Of course,” He looked down at his feet, slipping his hand into the man’s own, his cheeks heating, all the more embarrassed. 

~

There was a certain scent of desperation on Wilee, something that said it had been a hell of a long time since he received a little care and attention like this. Asher found it all amusing, enjoying the torture, despite throbbing with his own desire to bury himself in the younger male, base out and lose himself. His exclamation brought an even larger smile to the alpha’s lips, “Mmm – impatient little bitch aren’t ya?” His voice husky once again as he eased another digit into him, stretching out that pretty little ass, preparing him, he wouldn’t have been patient enough to go slow, but it seemed Wilee had no care for preparation.

“Someone ain’t got a lot of manners, huh?” He teased still, stepping back as the omega hopped up onto his desk, spread his legs and showed off that sweet little ass, except now he had the perfect view of those plump, pouting lips, those wide, wild eyes and hard cock. Asher growled, a deep, guttural sound as he stepped closer, brought the same thumb to brush over his lower lip, slipping it between his lips, considering it, before deciding he wouldn’t deny him any longer. 

The alpha made a swift movement, pulling Wilee to the edge of his desk, pushing him down against it’s support and lining his cock up with the boy’s entrance. He didn’t hesitate now, pushing himself into Wilee, and god, he wasn’t kidding about how tight he was. The man had to grip his hip just to keep steady, he had to swallow his grunt of complete bliss as his lips parted, partly in bewilderment, partly to accommodate the heavy breaths that now fled his lungs. Asher didn’t dwell for too long, or at least, tried not to, but instead based out in the boy quickly, slamming his hips up into Wilee, “Such a tight little pussy,” He crooned, running his hand up Wilee’s body to pinch at his nipples, “And so fuckin’ wet for me.”

Maybe Wyatt didn’t realize this but Adam, despite standing and breaking there kiss was still very much worshiping the smaller Omega. It wasn’t necessarily about where he wasn’t touching Wyatt, but all about where he was. With his hand wrapped around Wyatt’s, Adam’s thumb worshiped his knuckles with a soft roll across them. The pads of his fingers, the palm of Wyatt’s hand. Most importantly, Adam’s eyes where on Wyatt now. His face, his jaw, his long neck and dark curls. The soft rolls of his ribs and the v of his hip bones. Yes, it wasn’t exactly nice to tease but Adam wanted Wyatt to understand the build up- Well, it just made everything better.

Once they got inside, Adam grabbed a towel hanging up near the door as Wyatt stuttered through his answer. Turning around, he wrapped the towel around the others shoulders and drew him closer. “It’s just Adam.” He reminded the other. Sir wasn’t necessary at all.  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Adam admitted as he started to dry off Wyatt’s hair. He took his time doing this, fingers massaging the omeges head and curls before he wiped the water away from his chest and arms. Getting down on one knee, Adam dried his legs too and his feet, his blue eyes flicking up to meet with Wyatt’s gaze. “I like the way you say things.” He hummed, voice low and quiet. The words echoing down the hallway of the home. “And I like the way you look at me we we’re talking.” Adam added as he tossed the towel aside and brushed his fingers up Wyatt’s right caff. Fingers pressing into the muscle there and rubbing out a knot. 

The fact of the matter was, Wilee had a lot of sexual needs and over the past few years only one half of them had been being met. Met well and at times leaving him totally satisfied but since he and Wyatt had been apart so long, not even those had been touched on for so long. Leaving his patients for things like this at an all time low. It didn’t help that Asher so clearly wanted him and he wanted Asher. They were alone together and fuck, Wilee just wanted to get it on. Feeling that second finger slid inside him made Wilee’s heart beat jump up into his throat. He slid back on the desk trying to push Asher deeper. “I want what I want.” Wilee admitted before reaching back and grabbing Asher’s wrist so he could rock his hips back on those fingers. 

Thankfully, Asher didn’t seem to upset when he changed up the positioning of things. “No, I’m rude pup. Bad even.” Wilee cooed with a grin on his face. “Might have to teach me a lesson or two.” He went on as he leaned back on the office desk. He wanted Asher to look. To see him and everything that he had to offer. Wet pussy, hard cock, body on display for the Alpha. He pushed his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside only to find that Asher was thinking the same thing he was by the time he sat back up. 

Perhaps Wyatt should have taken into consideration that Adam was the type to tease, perhaps he should have considered anything other than him getting what he wanted. The alpha was in no rush and while he found that unusual, he was more so aroused by the delay. He whimpered against his mouth as the man continued to tease him, his lips soft against Wyatt’s skin, gentle where Wilee was claiming, not that he favoured one over the other. The boy found himself extending his neck as Adam kissed him, goosebumps following the path of his kisses, swallowing loudly as he spoke.

He wasn’t in a rush. And thank God. Wyatt was sure he’d welcome this delicious torture anytime, although he knew his own impatience would begin to build, he knew he’d be a whimpering mess in no time at all, was that where Adam hoped to lead him? The omega ran his hands down the alpha’s frame, his fingertips dipping into every curve of his body, massaging every muscle. Wyatt found himself desperate to taste all of Adam, from his lips, to those curves, to the hardening member in his tight fitting, water soaked underwear. 

His lips parted, almost in protest to the teasing, just kiss me, let me kiss you, give in to me, but Adam heard the words without their voicing, he brought their mouths together in a kiss that was just as claiming as Wilee’s own, and yet, no less gentle than before. The omega’s moan vibrated from the tip of his tongue, his fingers pushing into Adam’s hair again, “God,” This was definitely intense, and it was just a kiss, God only knew what Adam could do with a real touch. 

~

Asher had never exactly been patient when it came to these types of things, sure, he could handle a little brat, but not when he was pent up, and never really with Adam. His lover had always been patient, endlessly at times, willing to draw out every moment for some form of delayed gratification, wanting to feel every last little thing. It was incredibly hot, Adam had taught Asher a lot about sex, a lot more than he had known, but that didn’t mean that, in times like this, with a little one like Wilee, that he could ignore the frustration or desire that burned through him. 

His arrogance knew no bounds and Asher had to admit, if only to himself, that he liked that about Wilee. The kid knew how hot he was, and he wasn’t about to shy away from a challenge like Asher, much like Asher wasn’t willing to do the same for him. He ran a hand over his back, pulling up the top as he went, letting his nails bite against the flesh as they followed the curve of his back again. He pushed apart the boy’s cheeks, running his thumb over his hole, enjoying how it puckered hungrily in response. “Already so wet,” He commented in a husky voice, pushing his thumb into him, “S’right, my little slut,” Asher taunted, pulling back, swatting a hand against his backside that left a large red mark in it’s wake.

He stepped behind Wilee, rested his cock between his cheeks, running between them, teasing him with a little pressure against his entrance every once in a while. Asher even went as far as to urge the head into the omega, hissing when he sucked him in, tempted to base out, but finding himself channelling Adam in this moment, enough to pull back and instead push apart Wilee’s thighs, stroking along his own cock, trailing a finger over the tip, collecting the precome that had gathered and popping the digit into his mouth as he once again rocked his length against the boy’s ass.

Smiling against Wyatt’s lips, Adam carefully pushed him up on to the edge of the pool and let his hands rest easily against the others hips as the kiss lingered for a few moments. That little moan he pulled out of the omega was music to his ears. The way his body curved against Adam’s was perfect. Like clay being molded by hands that knew exactly what to do and how to do it. He couldn’t have created a more perfect Omega for himself if he tried. Perhaps one might think it was too soon to tell but Adam had always been decisive. He knew, ten minutes into meeting someone, whether he liked them or not and he very much liked Wyatt. 

When there lips parted, Adam couldn’t help but take a moment to simply look up at Wyatt from his place in the water. Let his hand run over that soft cheek and feel the harsh lines of his jaw bone. He was gorgeous. Every inch a master piece. The worst picture of him could have been hung in art gallery to be fawned over. Gawked at. Disguised in focus groups and adored. And yet he was here. Here for Adam to adore instead and, god, was he ever going to adore him. Enough for the whole world if he was given the chance. 

His hands slipped from Wyatt’s face and Adam pushed himself out of the water. Standing up, he held a hand out to Wyatt. “Come.” He hummed the word with a smile. “Lets get you dry.” He added before helping the other up. He walked across the garden, legs moving with the ease of a long stride. His hand still wrapped around the others tightly. Once they made it back to the house and stepped inside, Adam glanced over his shoulder at Wyatt. “Will you always try and mount me during swimming lessons?” He asked with a teasing tone, his blue eyes scanning Wyatt’s face for an answer. 

As far as patients went, Wilee had even less than Wyatt did. If Asher and Adam hadn’t been there he would have jumped the other Omega’s bones right then and there. Fucked him in the gardens till neither of them could move anymore. It had been months since they’d seen each other. In that time Wilee hadn’t been so much as touched. Most Alpha’s giving him back to the placement centre before they ever tried anything on him. Well, they tried and where meet with a fist to the face or a knee in the gut. After realizing he was a fighter, they gave up. Asked for someone different. Which left Wilee craving touch he craved. He wanted. He needed. 

Goddamn it if he didn’t need Asher now. Slick ran down his thigh as  Asher’s hand moved up his shirt, and down towards his ass. The touch at his entrance made Wilee tense and groan low in his chest. “Don’t tease me, its been a fucking long time.” He hissed, body sensitive to even the slightest touch. Being on this end of things wasn’t normal for Wilee and he was enjoying the change. It was just so different. And yet part of him still longed to fuck the way he knew Wyatt liked to be fucked. With Wilee on top and holding him down. Hands in hair and teeth and skin. There was something so exciting about getting to experience the other side of things with someone he wanted to experience them with. 

Wyatt thought of Wilee right now, as he and the alpha shared a gaze that could only be described as desire, as the atmosphere between them sparked and crackled, tying them together, drawing them into each other. He wanted Adam so completely that his body seemed to vibrate in response to every touch, every look, and somehow, Wyatt still managed to think of his lover. Wilee. Was he okay? Was he getting along with Asher? His mind took a turn that even managed to encourage the lust that burned through his veins right now, could they, possibly, be in a position just like this? 

How hot would that be? 

He found himself distracted for the time being, distracted but somehow still present. Wyatt took the other’s thumb deeper into his mouth, letting his tongue trail over the grooves, he wanted something more to explore, something bigger. For now, however, he was thinking of Wilee and Asher. He was thinking of that man’s hands on Wilee’s body, sliding all over his frame much like Wilee had done to him so many times. He imagined Wilee showing off his flexible throat, taking all of Asher between his lips. His body responded more and more, his cock hardened, he felt slick. 

The kiss planted against his lips was gentle, soft, teasing, and Wyatt moaned in response, “Please–” The fled his lips without permission, his legs tightened and his hips rolled. He pushed his fingers into Adam’s hair once again and stuck out his tongue, rolling it over Adam’s parted lips, “Will you keep me begging, Adam?” He bit on his own lower lip, “Won’t you kiss me?”

He never would have expected this when he met Wilee this morning, he never would have expected, at any point, that this kid packed this much talent. God dammit, he wanted to see that talent. Wilee didn’t seem to show any signs of slowing any, clearly it wasn’t just about winding Asher up while there was company involved. He bit on his lower lip as the kid called him daddy, and god, he liked that, enough that his lips opened with a pop. His brows knitted into one another, enjoying the view, choking back a moan as Wilee wrapped his lips around him once again. 

Asher could have watched him keep going, just watched that pretty little head bob up and down, watch those blush tinted porcelain cheeks hollowing in and out, feeling that throat contract around him, feeling the tongue twist around the head of his cock. Precome leaked from the tip, and he could’ve came just like this, but he didn’t, he wouldn’t. Asher tugged abruptly on Wilee’s hair and looked down at him, those pretty pink lips all plumped out, those chocolate eyes all wide and wild. 

“Damn. You look good just like this, pup,” He leaned forward, pinching the kid’s chin between his thumb and fingers, “Looks like wrestling ain’t the only thing you’re good at, now how ‘bout,” The alpha pulled him up abruptly, span him around and pushed him over the desk, “You show me that pretty little ass of yours.” Asher smoothed his hands over his back, following the curve of his spine, leaning over him slightly, “See if it can take Daddy’s dick.”

Unlike his older counter part, Adam had always been someone who enjoyed the build up to something just as much as the act itself. Sometimes, just for the hell of it, he wouldn’t let Asher touch him for a few days. Nothing but soft kisses and long looks. He’d make excuses that he was busy or simply tired at night. Far to tired to act on the want he was building inside his partner. He’d see how long it would take before Asher broke down and finally pinned him down in the morning. Or wake up late at night wanting so much that he couldn’t sleep. Dreaming about him. Adam couldn’t help it, he loved the wanting. The tension in a look. The small touches that went from meaning, I love you to fuck me against the wall. 

He relished in the wanted. Thrived in. To have a man Alpha or Omega wanting him was intoxicating and there was no want greater than the first time. He could still recall when he and Asher meet. When those hateful looks turned into something more. When his hand would slide over Adam’s ass when no one else was around. When he’d press closer than was required to steady Adam’s grip on his fire arm. Then the sneaking out. The quick make out sessions and finally wanting became having and that want just made the having so much more. 

Feeling Wyatt’s tongue brush against his lips, Adam sighed softly. “Don’t rush throw wanting.” He mumbled and leaned in to kiss Wyatt’s throat softly. He kissed once just bellow his adams apple and then once above it. “Don’t rush to the fucking.” Adam added as his blue eyes once again flicked to Wyatt’s green ones. “We aren’t going anywhere.” He promised before giving Wyatt just a bit of what he wanted. A kiss. An honest to god kiss. His lips pressed in a seal against the others as his arms wrapped around Wyatt’s waist and lifted him up to sit on the edge of the pool.

Looking up at Asher, Wilee felt something burning in his chest. And running down his leg. Desire pulled him back down towards that cock. Pure attraction kept him on his knees in front of the other Alpha. His mind buzzing with thoughts of what they might do next. What was to come? Who was to come? How was this all going to work? Was this the plan all along? Did it matter if it was? Wilee felt his heart jump into his throat as Asher gaped at him. Watched him work his magic. Throat relaxed and taking Asher easily now after the first few times down. 

Making Asher come in his office chair would have made Wilee more than happy. Getting that cum all over his face and tasting it, even more so but the fact that Asher grabbed him. Pulled him off so easily and started to move him just turned Wilee on even more. “I always look good.” He grunted in return as he wiped the back of his mouth with the back of his hand. Humming, Wilee was about to boost about other things that he was good at but didn’t have a chance as he was pulled to his feet. Spun around. Bent over. Asher moved him like he wasn’t scared to hurt him. 

Wilee loved that. 

It seemed like they were both works of art, soft hands, soft torsos, they were both like those old sculptures the alpha before him had in his home. Their curved bodies, sometimes impossibly curved, that was how Adam and Wyatt held each other now. Wyatt even dared to roll his hips every once in a while, his knees resting in the curve of Adam’s back, how desperately he wanted to feel all of Adam, to be kissed by him, every inch of his smooth body, and to, in return, kiss every square inch of the alpha’s body. To caress every lean muscle, every nook and cranny. Wyatt’s gaze was heated now, hungry even, and he couldn’t take his eyes away from the alpha’s own. 

If he could, Wyatt would have stripped completely naked and dived into the pools of his eyes, explored Adam from the inside, wouldn’t that have been pleasant? Instead, he remained here, pressed against him, craving to be more so, craving more of it all. Was Adam used to being so desired? He found himself questioning, did all omegas bend so easily to his will? And how, then, if they did, did any of those omegas never stick around? Were he and Wilee the first to be introduced to this relationship? Should he have felt more so privileged than he already did? 

Drawn from his thoughts by Adam’s voice, like velvet, vibrating through to his core and waking up something that only Wilee had previously done before. The omega whined, quivering beneath the thumb that brushed over his lower lip. Such a taunting motion, couldn’t he be taunting too? Wyatt took the thumb between his lips, sucking gently, allowing his teeth to only just graze the pad of the digit. In this, Wyatt was well practised, he knew just how to make anybody feel good with his mouth, at least now, in this circumstance, he wanted to make Adam feel good, there was no pressure from this alpha. 

It was interesting to think, Asher hadn’t considered the relationship between the two omegas, but now he found himself unable to think of anything else now. Did this mean Wilee was more versatile than he let on, and that was incredibly attractive, more so to Asher now. He really did want to bend the kid over his desk, to have him moaning, crying out for more. The idea only made him throb more and he found himself pushing deeper into his throat, craving that familiar contracting, wanting to make the other splutter, almost wanting them to be caught. 

His brows furrowed all the more when the other alpha argued with him, his hands balled into fists and while he thought he was never getting out of this without an awkward stumble to recompose himself, and one hell of a frustration build up, it seemed Wilee wasn’t willing to let him off the hook. Asher opened his lips to respond to the pleading, and the omega pushed him deep into his throat, nestled him there even, there was no contracting, no spluttering, the kid was showing off that lack of gag reflex and Asher hid his face for a moment, letting out a low grunt that could have been passed off as annoyance.

The man looked up again, “I got shit to do, Johnson, this can wait till tomorrow at the least. Get out of m’office,” He near enough growled, shaking his head as he pointed towards the door. The man stumbled over his words in response and Asher glared in return, “Did I stutter?” It didn’t seem to take much more than that to get Johnson the hell out of there, and Asher immediately leaned back in his seat to look down at the other. A surprised, and very much seduced grin lay on his lips as he pushed his fingers through his hair, tugging ever so slightly, “Shit – you are gonna be bad for business, huh, pup?”

A fair few other Omega’s had been brought into there house hold for Adam and Asher to meet but most didn’t make it more than an hour. They would all sit and chat for about fourty-five minutes, maybe give the house tour but by then it had always been so clear. They just weren’t a fit. Either Asher would already be bored with one or both of them, or Adam wouldn’t find them much for conversation. One way or another, nothing and no one seemed to stick. The rumours started then. That both Alphas of the house were very picky when it came to who they allowed themselves to sleep with. They weren’t wrong either. Both men had particular tastes. It was nothing sort of impossible that they both found boys for themselves on the same day.

Well, at least Adam hoped that things were going just as well with Wilee and Asher as they were going here. Because, my god, Wyatt was the one. The Omega that he had been looking for his whole life. How lucky was he? To find, in his life time, the perfect Alpha in Asher, and the perfect Omega in Wyatt. The connection was instant and strong. Keeping them drawn together like magnets on two sides of a table. Holding each other still till they meet, finally, at the edge. Clanging together and never to be pulled apart again. They cling to one another now. Fuck, Adam was lost in this one. Lost and he never wanted to get found. 

The pad of his thumb slipped into Wyatt’s mouth and he watched Wyatt’s eyes closely as it moved into his mouth. Those bright green eyes of his shinning with so much intelligence. So many wants. Needs. This boy, he was going to be the death of Adam and they both knew it. Hell, Adam didn’t even care if he was. Kill me, Adam thought as he removed his finger for Wyatt’s mouth, and I’ll die happily for you. He leaned in a pressed a kiss to those soft, sweet, lips. The kiss it self was barely there and then barely gone. A simple taste before allowing themselves more. 

If he was honest, and Wilee rarely was, he was wet too. His own cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans now. The whole thing was really starting to get to him. Not only did Wilee really like giving oral to other guys but the fact that they could get caught, that there was another man who had no idea what was happening, and Asher had to keep his cool just really added to his excitement. Not to mention they were pulling it off. On top of everything, they were getting away with it. Johnson or whatever his name is had no idea that Asher was pushing his hips up. Forcing his cock deeper down Wilee’s throat. Grabbing his hair and wanting so much more. 

Hearing Asher finally tell the other off, Wilee’s ears perked. He pulled back for a second as the other Alpha stood up to go. He heard the office door open and before it closed he was right back at it. Shoving Asher down his throat and enjoying the burn of it. The way it stung just right. Made his eyes water. Made Wilee want to cough but he held it back. He was good at this. Fuck, he remembered the first time he went down on Wyatt. He nearly passed out but the poor guy had never had a blow job before either. 

Pulling back as Asher addressed him, Wilee smiled up at him through his lashes. “Me? No, I’ll be horrible for business.” He agreed and let his tongue swipe up Asher’s cock as he took another deep breath. “You have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, holy fuck.” Wilee admitted. “Daddy’s hung.” He mumbled before once again taking Asher down his throat just because he could. Because he wanted Asher to watch him do it this time. See just how good he could be when someone was good to him. 

His touch was subtle, deliberate, following the curve of Wyatt’s hip as he guided them back to a steady surface. Wyatt felt the motion ride through him, a slight gasp fled his lips as Adam neared him, close enough to kiss, and his lips were incredibly inviting. He would have felt guilty, had he not been overwhelmed by the alpha’s penetrative stare, those inviting blue hues that shimmered just like the water they sat in now, the amusement on his curved lips that just begged Wyatt to trace them. Something of a breathless laugh left the omega’s lips as Adam teased him, lashes fluttering to pose innocence as he bit at his own lower lip, inviting him all the more, begging even, pleading, just kiss me, kiss me so I can kiss you back. 

It appeared that he was so willing to give into a desperate omega’s silent pleas, he leaned in, almost as if tempted by the idea, before opting to place a kiss against his forehead. Wyatt near whimpered, pushing his fingers into the alpha’s hair, pouting ever so slightly, but refusing to voice his desires, it had never exactly been his role, not with someone of a higher status. He turned his head into the man’s strong, but somehow still soft palms. He found himself wondering if the soles of his feet were just as soft, never rough, almost like they’d never felt the earth beneath them. He bit his lower lip once again, trying to push aside the idea of exploring every inch of Adam’s body, discovering which parts were soft, which parts were not so much. “Am I offending you?” He whispered, brushing his lower lip over the heel of the alpha’s palm. 

Asher could only imagine what Wilee looked like beneath this desk, he could imagine the young male was anything less than smug about his reaction on the alpha that posed to be nothing less than domineering and strong. He tilted his head back, trying to stop himself from laughing, or pulling back, or pointing out that this simply wasn’t a good time to talk business. Almost as if to reinforce that thought, a slightly damp hand ran up his member now, and Asher once again cleared his throat, knocking against Wilee’s elbow with his knee. Stop. Or don’t. Hadn’t he sought this out? Wasn’t this the hope? Wilee was certainly Asher’s type and it appeared that in his boredom, he may have even fit the bill to be the sprightly young omega’s type too, if even only for the time being. 

He couldn’t imagine what would happen next, perhaps the little brat was simply bored, frustrated, and in need for something to do, something to wrap his lips round in order to keep the profanities Asher was already used to from his lips. Or perhaps, just perhaps, the amusement that radiated between them in the car an hour or so before had been an insight to how they could bond, if given the chance. The alpha dropped a hand, it rested on his knee, then gripped Wilee’s shoulder, his thumb massaging into the blade, a reassurance, or maybe, perhaps, an encouragement. 

“S’that mean you want me to hold ya hand through everything, hm?” Asher kept his composure, leaning forward ever so slightly, pushing his hips up into Wilee’s touch, tempting him all the more, or so he hoped. He crossed his arms, pressing a finger to his lips, “You sorry shits can’t even pull together to get some securit–” The alpha sucked in a breath as he felt the wet warmth of Wilee’s mouth surround him. Holy shit. This kid was crazy. He swallowed, “Security. What m’I? Ya daddy? You want a pat on the back? Some words of encouragement?” Asher lifted his brows, “Be a guy they do not want to fuck with, s’how you get it.”

The contrast of what Adam was used and what Wyatt was could not be more different. With Asher, soft spots were few and far between. They loved give a little fight for dominance over each other. To be a bit rough and mix lightly touches now and then. Keep things interesting. But Wyatt was soft. Everywhere. His skin was like silk. Where Asher had his prickly beard, Wyatt had the curve of his jaw line. Where Adam was used to seeing hard muscle lines, there was only lean limbs. Sweet and young. He was like the peach trees that bore new fruit this season. Goddamn if Adam didn’t want to sink his teeth in. Taste. He wanted to want for just a moment longer. To enjoy the easy but tense moment that hung between them. The thick air twisting and burning between them. Cool waters barely parting there bodies. 

The slightest sound came from Wyatt and it confirmed what Adam had been thinking. They both felt the same way. As strange as it seemed to be twisted up with one another, others did this all the time. Like strangers meeting each others eyes across the bar, there was an instant attraction. One that depended very little on time together and leaned on pure lust. A need to know. What do you look like naked? What do you sound like begging for more? How much can I take from you and what will you give? Give to have me? Adam drew in a slight breath at Wyatt’s words. “Offending me?” He shook his head slowly. His hand reaching up, thumb catching the underside of Wyatt’s chin to tip it up. “Do I look offended?” Adam asked, his finger sliding across Wyatt’s lower lip as he spoke.

Wilee loved to be on top and in control with Wyatt. He loved having the other omega clinging to him. Begging him for more or to stop because it was too good. He wouldn’t ever get enough of that. Of pulling on those soft curls and breathing the others name in his ear over and over again. There was, however, a side of him that missed being o the other end of things. A more basic and animal side that craved to be on his knees. Bent over and fucked into next week. A side that Wilee very rarely got to explore or enjoy. When he did find himself there, it was more often by force than out of want. Now, of course, he was happy to take the knee and made Asher wiggle in his seat. Twist, and try to keep calm as Wilee’s lips worked him over. 

He could hear the conversation going on above him. The slow drawl of the other mans voice and then Asher spoke. His low growly voice threatening the man that was currently standing between him and Wilee. Which was a dangerous place to be. Even if he had no idea he was there. “I didn’t mean-” The man started before being cut off by Asher as Wilee bobbed his head down on Asher’s cock. He wanted to show off just what he’d learnt over the years. 

“Seriously, sir. We just need your help. I am trying to whats right for our men.” He nearly begged across the table and Wilee couldn’t help but roll his eyes. They really needed to get this guy out of here. The sooner the better. Maybe Asher just needed a little push to get the man gone. Wilee still had a trick or two up his sleeve. 

Adam held him up and Wyatt could focus on only that, forgetting to keep his legs kicking as the man’s strong hands touched more personal areas of his body. The younger male shivered somewhat, biting his lower lip as he looked back up at the other. His praises were like music, Wyatt hadn’t be praised so genuinely in the longest time. He was thinking of Wilee, partially, but the other part of his mind was zoned in completely on the sculpture of a man that held him so steadily. Wyatt loosened his grip, and instead of moving backwards, he swung his legs forward, wrapping them around Adam’s torso, eyes glittering with something between amusement and desire.

He knew that he shouldn’t have been doing this, not without consulting with Wilee first, or maybe it didn’t matter, since they never really belonged to each other anyway, but Wyatt couldn’t exactly feel guilty right now, not with goosebumps running over his flesh. “I like when you touch me,” The omega murmured quietly, not daring to close their distance anymore, but enjoying Adam from this close proximity, his legs tightening around the man’s waist.

Asher was trying to concentrate, he really was, and for a short while, he was, until he felt movement from below his desk, he was surprised to feel hands pushing apart his legs, and more surprised to feel Wilee’s steady hand palming at his cock through his pants. His body failed to ignore the attention, although he did sense some hesitation, and had to lift a hand to cover his mouth at the implication. God, this fucker just kept going on, but Asher found himself much more intrigued with what was happening below their eye line.

The alpha’s hips pushed up into his touch, his length hardening, throbbing even, giving away his desire to the little brat beneath the table who was probably just loving the affect he was having on Asher. He cleared his throat, taking a sip from his drink as their visitor waited for an answer. “So what is it ya want me to do? Shift money around? ‘Cause m’pretty sure you fuckers can do that yourselves. Don’t see how this requires an immediate response, Johnson.”

When Wyatt’s full wait was thrust on to him suddenly, Adam bobbed in the water but did his best to keep them both above the surface level. He kicked his legs as hard as possible and moved them back a bit just so he could plant his feet back on the ground. Although he didn’t stand up fully. Keeping both of them mostly in the water. “Good,” Adam smiled as Wyatt spoke. His hand still splayed out against the Omega’s hip. Fingers loose but thumb ghosting across the bone there. Touching the curve of it and the soft dip that followed. “I like touching you.” He admitted, voice a low whisper. 

He looked at Wyatt and leaned in a bit, stopping just before they kissed. Adam tipped his head slowly to one side and then leaned back. “I am starting to question your dedication to learning how to swim.” Adam pointed out as stayed close to Wyatt. His blue eyes flicking to look down at those lips. Those perfect lips that called to be kissed. Not by everyone but by him. Kissed and touched. Giving in would have been so easy but Adam wasn’t an easy man. Perhaps relaxed but never easy. So instead of taking those sweet lips with his own, Adam let both his hands cup Wyatts face, run up his jaw and his fingers spread in his hair. His lips meeting with the middle of Wyatt’s forehead in a sort kiss there. 

A smug little smile pulled at the corners of Wilee’s lips as he felt Asher start to get hard under such simple touches. He couldn’t help but feel really good about it. This was someone he wanted to turn on, after all. Someone that he wanted to want him. The only other person Wilee ever felt that with was Wyatt. They choose each other. He hoped that Wyatt was alright but was soon distracted by the fact that Asher was hung. Licking the palm of his own hand Wilee ran his fingers up Asher’s dick and then closed around him. He even leaned forwards and let his tongue roll out across the top of his cock just to see what Asher might do. 

“Yes, sir. We could go and handle it ourselves but they wont give us the time of day. Gary said that if we got you to talk to them for us they may actually listen.” Johnson went on as Wilee got looked up from under the table at Asher. He had no idea what just started. 

It took Wyatt a moment to remember that Adam was not like the alphas he’d met before, he wasn’t angry to be touched by the omega without permission, in fact, he seemed just as spooked as him when he lost his footing. He found himself smiling slightly now, more so as Adam brushed over his curls, dampening them with the warm water that quickly fell down his back. It was pleasant enough, that was for sure, Wyatt nearly caught himself leaning into the touch, all too eager to keep their contact for as long as possible, even if it didn’t seem to last too long.

He did as he was told, placing his hands on the sturdy shoulders of the alpha, fighting the urge to stroke his thumbs over the muscles that flexed beneath the flesh. His eyebrows lifted as he fought the urge to pass comment on Adam, on how he looked, how warm he felt beneath his fingertips, how surprisingly comfortable Wyatt felt in this moment. He bit his lower lip, kicking from the floor, his feet working perhaps a little too quickly as his grip tightened, nails slightly digging into his shoulders. 

Asher followed Wilee with his gaze, surprised by the position he took, but choosing not to question it, so long as the kid was comfortable, and apparently that was true, given how easily the taunting jokes slipped from his lips. He couldn’t have believed, on their first meeting, that in the matter of a few hours, Wilee had slipped into this role, even the position itself was rather shocking. The alpha tilted his head back, a faint smirk resting on his lips, “Okay, pup,” He hummed, tickling under his chin, “Don’t push ya luck,” But it was obvious that even Asher found this amusing, the kid had a smart mouth on him, that was for sure. 

His head snapped up as another burst through his door, his jaw immediately tensing, his eyebrows threading into one another, “You might wanna rethink bargin’ into my office and not even offerin’ an apology, helpin’ yourself to a seat before I’ve given you my say so.” He leaned forward, feeling Wilee’s eyes on him but not exactly acknowledging it, mostly because he needed to remain in character for now. The alpha glanced down nervously, offered a few apologies, before peaking up at Asher again. He rolled his eyes, but joined his hands together on the desk, “Ain’t no point in you leavin’ now, you better make it quick, I ain’t got all fuckin’ day.”

This was actually rather perfect. The two of them in what was a very easy going trust exercise of sorts. One that wasn’t forced or planned or anything other than platonic unless they wanted it to be. Adam couldn’t have asked for a better moment with Wyatt. To show him that he could rely on Adam not to let him down. Let him sink. Would this sort out every issue that Wyatt had with Alphas or allow him to trust Adam fully? God no, he would never expect such a rapid change over night but it was a start. A beautiful set forwards in what he hoped would be a blossoming relationship. He couldn’t have planned this better himself. 

“It’s okay, don’t panic. You can move back an inch or two and be standing again.” Adam reminded him as he felt Wyatt’s hands go from holding his shoulders to clinging to him. His own long legs kicking slow but powerful strokes to keep his head above water. He used one hand to hold Wyatt’s waist and assist him in staying up as the other paddled at his side slowly. “You’re doing great for never having swum before.” He praised the Omega softly and gave him a bright smile. “There you go, just relax. Slow kicks, just hard. If you get tired I am right here.”

For a second or two more, Wilee was still under the table. He breathed out a slow, quiet sigh as he realized that they weren’t going to be going anywhere fast. In fact, if this dude had his way they’d probably be stuck here till sun down. Fuck. He wanted to go see Wyatt and hand out in the sun. 

“I am sorry, sir, again.” He heard the other Alpha say. “But out funding for repairs reguarding the troops housing has...”

Wilee stopped listening at that point and sat up. He made his way over to Asher as smoothly as possible took a seat in front of him. This probably wasn’t the smartest idea he’d ever had but fuck it. He was curious and bored and Asher was something to do. Pushing Ashers legs apart, Wilee weaselled his way between them. His hand brushing over the Alpha’s cock in his jeans slowly. Palm pushing slightly against him. Holy fuck. This guy was- Was this some sort of joke? Wilee glanced up at him and then back down at his pants. His fingers slowly going to unzip them. What he was feeling couldn’t actually be Asher’s dick. Alphas were big but this wasn’t real. He had to see it to believe it. A few seconds later, Wilee was believing it because he was seeing it. Real as anything else in this room. 

Wyatt knew that Adam had looked him over, it was only natural, and maybe that’s what he wanted, he wanted the other to know that Wyatt was now comfortable enough around him for this, that he was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Sure, he’d feel a lot better with Wilee around, with his permission, but for now, he’d allow this to happen, he’d allow Adam to touch him, if he wanted, and he’d allow him to see him in a vulnerable position. The omega smiled as he caught Adam’s eyes, and found himself enjoying the view just as much. His eyes lowered to the alpha’s body, tanned, muscular flesh, his strong arms, his kind eyes, there was no denying that he was beautiful.

The younger male remained where he was as Adam slipped into the water, finding himself slightly dry mouthed as he held his gaze, the moment felt oddly intense, although simultaneously easy somehow. Wyatt swallowed, looking down at the water and slowly easing himself into it. He made his way towards Adam, slipping ever so slightly, as expected. His hands instinctively reached for the man, only to immediately pull back,  “Sorry, sir,” Wyatt pleaded, only to realise that this wasn’t exactly the circumstance for that. Adam claimed to not be like that.

Asher was definitely impressed with Wilee, the kid had done his very best and while the chair he was sitting on had now seen better days, the alpha would take that over embarrassing him in front of such important people. He almost grimaced as the other alphas offered their comment on Wilee, but instead he nodded as they took their leave, not bothering to return their manners, but instead instantly returning his attention to Wilee. “Ya did good, kid, m’definitely impressed,” He leaned over, pouring the omega a shot of whiskey and handing it over to him, chuckling softly at his words, “Well – I actually do,” Asher admitted reluctantly. 

He glanced back at his schedule for the day, pursed his lips and then glanced outside, the sun was shining bright and he knew that Adam and Wyatt were probably enjoying a day in the gardens, perhaps he should have offered Wilee the same day. Asher turned his attention back to Wilee, “But m’thinking we should just blow it off, go home and enjoy the day, you did alright, told ya that would be rewarded.” The alpha smirked as he rose from his seat, looking Wilee up and down, “Tomorrow we will go and get you and the other kid some clothes, these ain’t gonna last you two minutes,” He pinched the material of a t-shirt that was slightly tight on the omega now, let alone when he’d put on a little weight. 

What Wyatt was doing was checking off every one of Adam’s boxes. He was letting Adam know he was comfortable. Not just with being undressed near him but also with asking for help. Asking to learn. Both of which, Adam very much wanted to do. He wanted to help and teach. That was just part of what made him, him. Nothing made Adam happier than seeing people thrive and do well at whatever it was they were working on. So he was more than happy to get in the water with Wyatt. Not just to cool off but to teach him to swim. He had no doubt in his mind that Wyatt was going to be fast learner. Although, hopefully not to fast. Admittedly, it was nice to have a bit of skin on show and someone to swim with during the day. 

He watched Wyatt carefully and nodded as he came forward. “There you go, watch where you step.” Adam assured him before he started to slip. Without really thinking, he lurched forwards and both his hands grabbed Wyatt’s arms, He did his best to keep them both above water, although he was off the drop point and kicked hard with his legs before getting his feet under him on the shallow edge. A light laugh left his lips. “It’s no problem. Just be careful. I don’t want you hitting your head or anything.” Adam pointed out as he ran a hand over Wyatt’s curls and then held both his hands out and kicked back out off the edge. “Just try kicking off with your legs, and put your hands on my shoulders so I can keep you up.” He told the other in a tone that sounded more like he was saying: ‘I want you to touch me too.’ 

Sitting on the floor, under the desk, Wilee looked up at Asher as he started to speak. That was impressive? Well, alright then. The only thing that Wilee had ever been called impressive for was his stupidity and stubbornness. God, his third grade teacher was probably rolling in her grave at the idea of someone thinking he was impressive at being quite. Breathing out a sigh, Wilee stayed still for a second. “Yeah, I am done here. Why fuck a good thing up by pushing it right, Daddy?” He cooed from under the desk. “Awe, you wanna buy me some pretty things. So sweet. Should I be adding Sugar to the first part of that nickname?”

He started to push himself up when a knock came from the office door. Wilee paused and froze where he was. He heard the door open a moment later and he shrunk back under the desk, glancing up at Asher from where he was sitting on the ground. 

“Commander Hale, I have a question regarding the housing of troops down south, sir.” The man spoke quickly but smoothly. “I understand our meeting isn’t for a few days but this wont take more than a minute.” He went on before taking a seat across from Asher. 

Well this one was bold. Walking in like he owned the place. Wilee sat back down in his spot under the desk after sending another look Asher’s way. He supposed they were stuck now, right? He had an idea of course, to keep himself busy. But he didn’t know if Asher was gonna sit back down or not. So he waited a moment to see just how this was gonna play out. 

“I won’t hold it against you,” Wyatt didn’t hesitate to reassure, almost as if he couldn’t bare the idea of Adam thinking anything negative about him, nothing of the sort. He looked around, spotted one of their pools and made his way over, “Can we swim?” He found himself asking, as if he knew how. Part of his brain nagged at him, why did he want to see the alpha in less clothing? He was so full of love for Wilee and yet, he couldn’t deny that there was something about the other. His lips curved into a shy smile, “I mean – can you teach me how to swim please?” 

In all his years, though there wasn’t exactly many, Wyatt had learned not to be ashamed of his body, sure, he had moments of shame, shyness even, but not around people like Adam, not around people he could respect. And now, Wyatt didn’t hesitate to pull off his top and place it down on the embankment, the same with his pants, before moving to dangle his feet into the warm water. Wyatt’s eyes practically glittered as he turned his head to look back at Adam, “I never learned.”

“Nothing wrong with discussing it, I can control a boner, kid, just don’t want ya worrying about what I like to be called in the sack when you ain’t all that sure about me yet,” Asher assured, though he had to admit, the idea of having Wilee beneath him, moaning like a bitch in heat, calling him Daddy, it definitely got the engines running. The alpha had to stop himself from entertaining that thought, it seemed the little brat had already won him over, he’d be damned before he let Wilee know as much. 

They made their way into the building and Asher found himself smirking as he looked back at Wilee, “Ya got this, just let me know if ya need a breather, kid.” He made his way into the room and tilted his head up, composure setting in as he stepped before the omega and allowed him to close the door, he didn’t look at him again as the other two gentleman greeted him with formalities, Sir spilling from their lips much easier than it had with Wilee. He moved to his seat, “Take ya seats,” He instructed, and they didn’t hesitate. The meeting dragged a little, Asher found himself glancing towards Wilee every once in a while, who’d been assigned a seat just a little behind the alpha, though he wasn’t all that sure if the kid had remained there this entire time.

Hearing Wyatt say that did set Adams mind at ease. He it was nice to know that he didn’t just flat out hate them for forcing this life on them. A life of faking it to make it. Yeah, it came with its perks but only within the bonds of there home. Suppose that’s why it was a good thing there property was so well built. The yard itself was bigger than most peoples homes. “Yes, we can. It actually sounds really nice.” Adam pointed out as he stretched back in the sun light. The warm light of the sun bouncing off his tanned skin. Clearly he spent a lot of time out here. 

They walked to the closest pool of water and Adam slipped out of his shoes before Wyatt asked his question. “Oh? I can probably teach you, yeah.” He agreed with a nod. His eyes flicking down to admire Wyatt’s newly exposed skin. Pale and marked by only a few freckles and moles here and there. He really was very pretty. The sort of Omega that most Alpha’s dreamed about getting in bed with. “I’ll teach you.” Adam promised before pulling off his own shirt and setting it down. He then pulled off his shorts, which left him in a pair of red boxers. Without a thought he stepped into the water, and waded in. “You should be able to touch till about here but its a steep drop of so be careful.” Adam explained as he nodded for Wyatt to join him in the water. “Come on, i wont let you drown.” He teased lightly. 

“Huh.” Wilee hummed before he got out of the car. His eyes catching Ashers gaze as he opened the door with one hand. “What makes you think that I’m not sure about you?” He asked before leaving the car and then the game was on. How long could he be good? How many rewards could he earn? Could he even be what Asher was asking him to be? Nerves started to ache around Wilee’s boy but he didn’t show it. He kept his eyes straight and fell behind Asher as they walked into the office building.

Walking into the room, Wilee felt like he was being put on a display case. The two other Alphas casting quick looks at him but not daring to say anything about Asher’s new pet. He did his best not to glare. Bitting down on his tounge in order not to snap at them. Instead he took a seat behind Asher and tried not to die of boredom. His head rolled back against the seat as he slumped down and picked at the arm rest. His fingers pulling at a piece of plastic as the men went on and on about things that Wilee just didn’t understand. Now and then he felt Asher’s eyes on him and just managed a forced smile before going back to picking the chair apart. 

After a while the men stood up. “Good little boy you got there. Hope it all works out.” One of them said to Asher. “We will be in touch, Sir.” He promised as he left the room. 

For how laid back Adam could be, Wyatt hadn’t even considered the possibility that any interaction they’d had so far was false. He blinked a few times as Adam looked at him in confusion, wondering, if only for a brief moment, that this man had something wrong with him. In reality, there needed to be something. Adam had proven to be the perfect gentleman so far, but he was an alpha, and alpha that wanted an omega, and while he’d painted a pretty picture, could Wyatt really place his faith in a stranger? 

His reassurance was surprising, the omega lifted his brows, his eyes widened a fraction, and that definitely seemed too good to be true. “You want me to –” Wyatt licked his lower lip, “You want me to call you A – Adam?” This moment should have been leveling for Wyatt, wasn’t it what he wanted? But no, the omega could only think of what this meant. He’d be spending endless days with Adam in this home, without Wilee? Without Asher? He blinked a few times, bewildered by how that didn’t seem like such a bad thing. He found himself smiling, all of this was so unfamiliar. “Yes, that seems – more fair, thank you, Adam.” They walked side by side in a prolonged silence that wasn’t all that uncomfortable before Wyatt slowed a little, looking up at Adam, “Does this mean we will be alone together a lot?”

The atmosphere between the two of them was a lot easier now, a lot simpler. Wilee was even touching a note of humour in his voice, and the teasing was actually a little bit of a relief. “I was sayin’ so for your sake,” Asher murmured, glancing back over him, a softer expression as his lips curled in the corners, amused more than ever by Wilee’s nonchalance. “You like bein’ called slut?” He nodded his head, that was definitely a surprise, but not unexpected, he chuckled and ran his fingers through his beard, “Kid rolls off the tongue for me, how’s that? Or what about boy?” He tilted his head to the side, “Gotta be down to the heat of the moment, I think. But that ain’t something we gotta think about right now, is it?” He wasn’t about to put that pressure on Wilee, no matter how interesting of a turn this conversation had taken. Damn, this kid was attractive.

“I thought I made that obvious earlier,” Asher murmured, nodding his head, “The point is, ya do what we need ya to do, and you get to do whatever you want.” He tilted his head to the side, “Since ya were busy running ya mouth earlier, I never got to tell you why we asked you two here.” He shifted in his seat to look at Wilee more directly, “We need ya both to pose as our omegas for the public eye, for meetings, parties, visits to our home. Me and Adam have always been open, but we don’t expect either of ya to be into us, we figured there’d be some trust building and if it happened that way, then it happened that way. S’no pressure, babe.” He climbed out of the car, rounded it, and opened the door for Wilee, helping him out of the car and grinning widely, “Ready?”

Nodding his head quickly, Adam gave Wyatt a softer look. It was heart breaking to see just how unbelievable such a small thing was for Wyatt. In the Army, calling someone sir was all about respect but Adam knew damn well that the reason most Alphas demanded that title from there Omegas was not for respect. It was to remind them of their place every time they said it. That just wasn’t Adam’s style and it never would be. He wished he could scrub those memories from Wyatt’s head and have this be his first time meeting an Alpha. Worse, calling someone sir wasn’t even the tip of the ice berg for the horrible things that had been done to Wyatt. At least thats what Adam assumed. 

“Yes, I do. If you don’t mind.” He agreed with a light hum. “I wouldn’t care if you called me Adam in public but others would. They would talk and, in the worst case, take you away.” Adam explained before breathing out a long sign. “I hope you wont hold it against myself and Asher for forcing you to play a part in public. It wont happen often. Only when necessary.” He promised. So many things had already been forced on Wyatt.  Adam ddin’t want to make him do anything but this really was for everyones own good. Play the game and thats how you win, right? “I suppose we will. Although I don’t expect you to constantly follow me around the house unless you want to. You are more than welcome to spend your time with other members of the help and Wilee when he’s around. I just ask that you not be outside without someone else. Be it myself or a beta working for us. It’s again not because we dont trust you, its everyone else thats the problem.”

Leaning his head back against the seat as well, Wilee’s shoulders finally relaxed. They ached slightly and that ache made him realize just how tense he had been. How long had he been holding himself like he was ready for an attack? He breathed out and cocked a smile back up on to his lips. “I like a lot of things.” Wilee admitted shamelessly. His head rolling to the side now so he could look at Asher better. He seemed amused at the very least. That was good right? “Like that too. Kid, boy, pup.” Wilee shrugged. “Oh come on! Nothing wrong with getting a little blood pumping during a car ride with a stranger.” He pointed out with a slight pout latching on to his lower lip. “Fine. I get it. You don’t wanna have a hard on while talking to some boring business men.” Wilee teased as his eyes turned back towards the road. 

The idea was fair enough, he couldn’t exactly object to it, not since he knew what he’d been expecting on the way to this place. He’d been expected rape, abuse, some form of physical violence that would send a shiver down his spine for the rest of his life, but only that, a simple shiver, because he’d been exposed to it more times than he could count already. The omega began to chew his lower lip, at no point offering any input, any objection to what Adam was saying. The truth was, Adam didn’t seem so bad, he could imagine himself enjoying the older man’s affections if it weren’t for Wilee, but hadn’t he and Wilee always had to be open anyway? That was not the issue regardless, the issue was that, while Adam was very much Wyatt’s type, he was not Wilee’s, and Asher was very much Wilee’s type, but not Wyatt’s. Maybe it would work out, his brain hurt too much to consider the possibilities for now.

“Okay sir,” He murmured, realising in that statement alone, calling the other sir would mean that he would never be entirely comfortable or trusting of Adam, the word in itself held too much history, too much contempt. “You want me to call you sir,” Wyatt near enough whispered, peaking up at Adam, deciding that it was best to ask this alpha, than the other that sent a chill to his core, “I – understand that, it’s manners, and I have no problem with that, but – we struggle a lot with it, a bad past has tainted it for us. It’s not a sign of respect to us, just something we’ve been forced to call you.” He hung his head now, “It doesn’t come so easily to omegas, I don’t know if you know that already.”

“It ain’t for my ears, kid,” Asher assured, and he had to chuckle, because his bratty little omega was just about right, he did prefer other titles, other names, sir was just too formal, not an ounce of sexual intent behind it, at least not anymore, he’d been in the army too damn long. The alpha smirked, “S’more for appearances, but yeah,” He added simply with a shrug of his shoulders, “I do like daddy, an’ other shit, you know, but that ain’t really a topic for now, Wilee.” He kept the smile, grateful for the easier conversation between the two, though he knew it wouldn’t, or couldn’t last very long. 

He glanced over at Wilee once more, he knew his anxiety would be growing the further and further away they got from the house, Asher understood as much. “Thanks kid, s’much appreciated, and if ya behave, which m’sure you can do, you can get ya room with Wyatt tonight.” Asher pulled into his office building and climbed out of the car, “– And we can talk about getting you into that gym, get you up to wrestlin’ speed again, alright?” His head tilted back, “Good behaviour is always rewarded, ya piss me off, that’s when I get nasty, you get it.”

Blinking a few times, Adam had to try and remember when he had asked Wyatt to call him sir. Right, he had done that back when the guards from the placement centre were still in the house. Honestly, he completely forgot about that and totally thought that Wyatt had just been being polite up until this point. He was so used to being called sir by most people it hadn’t struck him as odd. Military men always called him sir or general. Depending if they were still in active duty or honourably discharged. The moment made him feel like an idiot for not correcting Wyatt sooner. Shit, that wasn’t a very good first impression was it? 

Pushing a hand through his blonde hair, Adam shook his head quickly. “No, you don’t have to call me sir.” He started. “I only said that because of the placement centre guards because that’s what they would expect from a high ranking officer.” Adam went on to explain. “Adam is just fine. I prefer it actually. The only time you have to use sir is when we are out in public. Hell, I even call Asher sir in public. It’s weird to do but it’s just how we’ve gotten by this long.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. “Yes, I can see how that title could get tainted easily for you.” He hummed. “Honestly, I don’t leave our property to terribly much because of all those stupid little societal things we all have to deal with. So you wont be forced to call me anything very much. Only when guests are around. Is that fair?” Adam asked. “Or at least, more fair.”

 With a grin, Wilee looked over at Asher. He was happy to see that the Alpha could take some light hearted teasing. Some couldn’t stand it. Some wanted a little bitch to bend over do nothing else but that. This guy seemed happy to let Wilee’s mouth run as long as he wasn’t being completely rude. Rude jokes, yes, and he could work with that. The lines of Asher’s limits were starting to show more clearly and Wilee found himself liking them for the most part. “I fucking knew it.” He laughed lightly and leaned back in his chair. He was clearly pretty pleased with himself for guessing what Asher liked to be called in bed. “Oh come on, no one else can even hear us in here. What better time is there to talk about sexual nicknames?” Wilee teased. “I, personally, like babe or slut or fuckface. Whatever rolls off the tongue.”

His smile fell slowly as he thought about trying to be good for Asher. It was going to be a struggle to keep up the act for more than a few hours but Wilee nodded. He just needed to focus. Better he was, the more time he got with Wyatt. That was a pretty fucking good motivation for staying on his best behaviour. “Huh? Really? You’d let me get back to working out?” Wilee asked looking mildly more excited now. “I mean, running is one thing but- Wrestling status is another.” He pointed out. “If your serious- I mean, Yeah. Thanks old man. Seriously.”