His hole squeezing, Olivier stepped out of his pants, his body growing damp again. “You seem familiar with this process.”
“Did it a couple times with Alice.” Eric’s lips thinned.
Those words were a splash of cold water. Olivier looked away, hating himself for even bringing it up. Eric had loved his wife. It wasn’t like Olivier had a place in his heart. “I can do it myself. You don’t have to.”
“I’ll do it,” Eric said brusquely, nodding at the towels.
We aren’t seeing each other again. Maybe a second time isn’t so bad.
Olivier lay carefully on the towels, facing away from Eric. Then he stared at the dusty wood grain of the cabinet, waiting for Eric’s touch. At least, he knew to savor it now.
Eric shuffled closer, touching the back of Olivier’s knee. “Bring this up. Closer to your chest.”
Olivier dragged his leg up along the towel, until Eric patted his thigh to stop him. This left his thighs spread and his hole exposed to his brother. Olivier gulped. This was just a procedure. It was utterly clinical.
And yet... when Eric touched Olivier’s asscheek, tingles raced down his skin. Olivier bit his lip, listening as Eric tore open the safety seal around the enema bottle. Then he slipped off the protective rubber tip, and Olivier glimpsed the long white nose of the bottle, gleaming with lubrication.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” Eric murmured. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
5
Olivier
He grasped Olivier’s cheek, spreading it. Olivier squirmed with embarrassment. Eric was looking there again, and the fluids from earlier were smeared all over his skin. Olivier’s slick. Eric’s come.
He’s thinking about his omega. Not you, Olivier told himself.
Eric touched the bottle’s cool, blunt nose to Olivier’s hole. Then he pressed it in slowly, a firm touch, and it entered Olivier, brushing against his prostate.
Pleasure hummed through Olivier’s body. He gasped, blood pooling between his legs. It wasn’t sex. Eric wasn’t inside. But he was controlling the thing inside Olivier, and it pushed deeper into him, a hard, foreign object his hole squeezed around.
Olivier bit his lip, his cock stirring to attention. He couldn’t help the musk wafting off his skin.
Then Eric squeezed the bottle, and cool liquid squirted into Olivier. Olivier turned his face away, his cock hard. He didn’t dare move in case Eric noticed his erection.
“Doin’ okay?” Eric rumbled.
Olivier nodded, gulping down a breath. His cock nudged against the towel, hungry. He closed his eyes. Focused on the bottle’s nose inside him, the growing volume of liquid inside his body.
It would wash Eric’s seed away.
When Olivier’s belly felt full, Eric withdrew the bottle, setting it on the counter. Then he looked between Olivier’s legs, and Olivier closed his eyes, his face burning. Please don’t see...
Eric sucked in a sharp breath. “You—” Eric swallowed loudly “—That made you horny?”
He saw? Olivier yelped, leaning his body forward to hide his cock. But his cock snagged against the towel, and he realized Eric could see the full length of it now, lying thick and exposed between his legs.
Olivier groaned, reaching down to cover it with his hand.
Eric caught his wrist. He pulled Olivier’s hand off his cock, baring Olivier’s desire. As though once tonight hadn’t been enough.
Olivier’s blush scorched down his throat.
“This your usual?” Eric growled. “Or are you horny just because you’re in heat?”
Or maybe it’s just you. Olivier squirmed. “I don’t know. But—thanks. For helping.”
“I want to help more,” Eric murmured.
That low growl of his... it made Olivier’s cock throb. Olivier pressed his face against the towel, too embarrassed to look at his brother.
Then he felt a light touch on his cock. Eric’s fingertips. Eric took Olivier’s cock into his hot hand, and Olivier gasped, jerking helplessly into his palm.
He’s touching me. As long as Eric didn’t know Olivier wanted him...
Eric squeezed him, sending pleasure down Olivier’s nerves. Then he slid his callused fingers along Olivier’s cock. Eric caught his foreskin. Dragged Olivier’s skin down his head, exposing his sensitive tip. Then he rubbed Olivier’s piss-slit, squeezing it open.
Olivier writhed against the towels, panting, dripping onto Eric’s fingers. Eric was touching him again. Eric wasn’t in a rut now, so... why?
Eric tugged on his cock, his grip patient, unyielding. Then he massaged Olivier from base to tip, rubbing his balls. Olivier panted, scrabbling against the sheets.
He felt vulnerable. His nerves sang with pleasure.
No one else had touched him like this, all careful hands, learning the things he liked. No one except Eric.
“Eric,” Olivier gasped, his body wringing tight. He bucked his hips; Eric’s strokes grew faster, until he, too, smelled like musk.
Then Olivier came, spurting shamelessly onto his brother’s hand, and the pleasure tore a strangled cry from his throat.
For a while, everything felt good. Olivier floated in his post-orgasm haze, collapsing against the towels, just breathing in cedar and musk. Someone’s hand stroked him, down his thighs, swirling around his sensitive cock. Eric.
Eric with his roguish smile, Eric with his patient eyes, his unwavering devotion.
Then Olivier remembered Eric’s family, and Eric hating him. Now that the enema fluid was entirely inside him... it had probably shaken loose all of Eric’s seed. When Olivier sat on the toilet later, Eric’s seed—his baby—would wash away.
Olivier whimpered, the horror of that sinking in.
So maybe he did want Eric’s baby. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken the pill, or done the enema. All his life, he’d wanted a family, and now he’d lose his chance at it, just like that.
Olivier choked, clutching at the towel.
“What’s wrong?” Eric asked, leaning in close.
Olivier shook his head, too distraught to speak. He couldn’t tell Eric about wanting the baby. They were brothers.
“Everything’s wrong,” Olivier croaked, his face crumpling. He crawled away from Eric, whimpering when the enema fluid leaked out of him.
Eric looked. Olivier groaned, pulling his wet leg away from Eric. It was shameful, the contents of his intestines spilled all over himself. And Eric had seen.
Olivier scrambled over to the toilet
