His pants grow tight. We’re supposed to be having dinner.
Across the table, Kade watches him, and Felix feels far too transparent in front of his alpha.
“Get something good for you and the baby,” Kade says. “Eating salads is like eating air.”
Heat sweeps up his cheeks. “Not if I get the ones with chicken,” Felix says, but he’s flipping the page anyway, to skillets and sandwiches and steaks, and his stomach growls.
“You probably need more meat.”
Which sends his thoughts into another dirty spiral. Felix groans, covering his eyes and jabbing at the menu.
“Sausage is fine,” Kade says.
Felix hides his face in both his hands.
Dinner drags along. After the waitress leaves them with drinks, Felix squirms. Kade asks about the website. Felix says he’s been selling a painting every week, and Kade’s eyes sparkle with triumph.
“You look better,” Kade says when they’re halfway through the meal, popping a sprig of broccoli into his mouth. “More relaxed.”
“I didn’t think you were looking.” Felix blushes. Isn’t Kade angry with him?
Kade shrugs, his gaze sliding away.
At the end of the meal, the waitress leaves the bill at the end of the table. Felix reaches for it. Kade slips it out from under his fingers, grabbing his wallet.
“That’s cheating,” Felix says, reaching out for the bill. Kade is already paying for the doctor’s visit, and he wants to make this even, somehow.
Kade stares at him. Felix meets his gaze. I’ll swap his card out for mine when he sets it down.
Instead, Kade slides out of the booth, striding toward the counter. “I said I’m paying.”
His heat whispers into Felix’s skin when he brushes by. Felix shivers, nerves tingling. He needs Kade closer, wants to be held against his bondmate. But it’s still not fair that Kade’s paying for everything.
So he stalks after Kade, a slew of protests on his tongue. All it takes is for Kade to rake his gaze down Felix’s front, and Felix’s thoughts sink back into the gutter, the heat at his groin a distracting pressure.
When Felix joins him at the bike, Kade glances over him once, his eyes lingering on Felix’s hips. Felix turns, trying to hide his erection. Kade’s gaze lingers on him anyway.
So Felix slides onto the raised passenger seat, leaving an inch between their bodies. Kade’s heat radiates through that space, tantalizing, and their thighs bump when the bike pulls out of the parking lot.
Felix desperately wants to press closer to his alpha, wants to push his cock against his spine.
The bike vibrates beneath them, Kade’s scent washing into his helmet as they fly down the streets; brief notes of pine and cedar. Felix groans, needing to adjust himself, needing to be touched.
The sodium lights cast their orange glow onto the roads, but no one will look at his hands. So he reaches between his legs, squeezing his cock through his pants, trying to get into a more comfortable position.
Screw it. Felix unbuttons his pants and sighs when he wraps his fingers around his cock, pulling it out. The night air rushes warm over his skin, and he strokes his cock once, sliding his fist up its silky skin, catching the droplets at his tip. Kade doesn’t know what he’s doing. A thrill swoops down Felix’s spine when he looks down, and his cock juts pale against Kade’s leather pants, against his jacket, and the seat. They’re riding in full view of everyone, and Felix has his cock out.
The light ahead of them changes from amber to red, and Kade brakes. Felix bumps into his back, their helmets knocking, his cock shoving against Kade’s back. Pleasure jolts through his body. Fuck.
For long heartbeats, Felix doesn’t move. His legs are spread around Kade’s. If he doesn’t budge, maybe Kade won’t realize just what Felix is prodding him with.
Kade turns, but his helmet hides his eyes. Felix holds his breath. Does he know? Kade looks straight ahead, waiting for the cars in the cross-street to drive by. More cars pull up alongside them, streetlights glinting in their windows. Felix swears. He can’t pull away from Kade now, or he’ll be exposed to the passengers in either car. Kade shifts slightly, and Felix gulps when his cock drags across Kade’s pants.
Kade moves his arm. Something taps against Felix’s hip, and he realizes it’s Kade’s gloved hand, slipping between them. Kade knows. He felt Felix’s cock shoving against his ass, and he isn’t repulsed at all.
His fingers rub up the side of Felix’s cock, nudging at it. Felix leans back a little, just enough for Kade’s fingers to slip around his cock, squeezing. Pleasure hums through his body. But it isn’t enough. He needs to fuck into Kade’s hand, needs more pressure, and he grips the steel bars next to his seat, rolling his hips up so his cock slides through the circle of Kade’s glove.
When the light turns green, Kade releases him. The night air rushes by his bare cock again. Felix squirms, sliding his foreskin down to expose his glistening tip. It looks lewd like that, dusky in the shadows moving over them. He swallows, slipping his skin up, then down, playing with himself, wondering if Kade will want to touch him, or bend him over again. The thought sends precum dripping down his cock.
The bike prowls into his driveway. Kade turns it off, pulling the keys from the ignition, and the bike’s purr stops, leaving a ringing silence around them.
Kade slips off his helmet, reaching back to tap the keys against Felix’s cock. They slide cool and hard against his skin, and he gasps.
“Take your helmet off, then open the trunk,” Kade says. “Don’t leave your seat.”
Felix whines. The lube’s in the trunk. They’ve never opened it, ever since Kade bought it from the convenience store so long ago. He fumbles first with the helmet, then the keys, reaching over the trunk.
Kade’s warm hand circles around his cock. Felix sucks in a sharp breath. When did you shuck off your gloves? Before he can think, Kade slides his skin
