His heart sinking, Eric sighed. He wasn’t sure how he could promise to protect Olivier, when he had Alice’s death on his hands.
“I mean, there’s no rush to,” Olivier said, squirming. “But I have a spare bedroom, if you’d like to move in.”
Maybe there was a chance Eric could prove himself again, though.
“I could come look around your place,” Eric murmured, pulling Olivier back against himself.
He wasn’t sure about falling in love, but sex? That sounded good. “Just to see if I fit in.”
“No sex,” Olivier breathed, his chest pressed flushed against Eric. “But there might—might be space for you.”
Eric kissed the corner of his lips. “There might be space, huh? In your... home?”
“Always with the sex, Eric.” Olivier laughed softly. He curled his fingers into Eric’s shirt, his lips parting, his breath a soft sigh when Eric meshed their lips together, kissing him.
This close, Olivier was pliant in his arms, his tongue tangling with Eric’s, his mouth damp and sweet.
Hard to believe Ollie was someone Eric thought he could hate.
“Gods, you feel so damn good,” Eric murmured against Olivier’s lips, pressing him up against the desk. “Wanna bring you home, slide inside you.”
Ollie’s breath rushed out of him; musk rolled off his skin. “Eric—”
“Gonna fuck you into the bed.” Eric squeezed Olivier’s hips, grinding their cocks together. “You want that?”
“Yeah,” Ollie gasped. Inside his pants, his cock was a hard, tempting line—it hadn’t taken much to get him worked up, had it?
Eric reached between them, sucking Olivier’s tongue into his mouth. Then he stroked Ollie’s cock until Ollie groaned, his hips bucking. There was so much desire in his body, so much need that Eric knew he could satisfy.
“Gonna get you all slippery,” Eric whispered, his own pants growing tight. “Then I’m gonna open you up with my cock, fuck in deep, make you come so hard you cream the bed—”
Olivier shivered, his pupils blown wide, his musk filling Eric’s lungs. So Eric pulled open Olivier’s pants, sliding his fingers against the hot, silky length of Ollie’s cock. Olivier bucked at him, his breathing shaky.
Gods, Eric wanted to lie him down, suck on Ollie’s cock until he came.
The backroom door opened.
“Ollie?” Levi asked, poking his head into the room.
Eric jerked away, yanking his hand out of Olivier’s pants. But Olivier’s cock strained up, flushed and bare, and Eric knew it was every bit as incriminating as it looked.
Olivier yelped, frantically covering himself up with his hands.
Levi’s mouth fell open. “What in the gods’ names are you doing?”
10
Eric
Eric stepped in front of Olivier. Yeah, he was hard. But Ollie was undressed, and Eric wanted to shield him. He should’ve locked the door first, damn it.
“Thanks for knocking,” Eric muttered, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Levi flinched. “I’m sorry!”
It wasn’t like Levi had any business prying into their affairs. But Levi also knew they were brothers. Eric would be damned if Olivier was scorned because of this.
“My fault,” Eric said. “I forced Ollie into this.”
Levi’s eyes widened. “You what?”
“Eric!” Olivier squawked, grabbing Eric’s arm. “It’s not your fault. Don’t say that.”
But Levi’s expression turned accusatory. “You forced him,” he said slowly.
Olivier stepped out from behind Eric, fumbling with his pants. “He didn’t force me. Don’t make things up, Eric.”
Eric glanced sideways at him. “I’m not gonna let people judge you for that, okay? I’m taking the blame.”
Olivier’s mouth fell open. “You can’t!”
“I can, and I will.” Eric lifted his chin, challenging. As an alpha, he could get away with a lot more than Olivier could.
But Olivier sighed. “He knows about us, Eric. That was entirely consensual.”
Levi knew? Really? That felt strange. Eric glanced at the other omega, still wary. At least, Levi was a friend.
“If he isn’t hurting you, I guess,” Levi muttered, suspicious. If he cared that much about Olivier, maybe Eric could trust him.
Olivier swore and struggled with his zipper. Eric turned, swatting away Olivier’s hands so he could help.
Ollie’s pants were tight. It didn’t help that he was still hard—it was almost impossible to close the zipper over his cock. So Eric tucked Ollie’s cock back into his briefs, before yanking the two sides of his fly shut. The zipper jammed, Olivier’s cock in the way.
“Hey, Ollie,” Levi began.
“Why are your pants so damn tight?” Eric muttered, trying to shove Olivier’s cock further down his pants.
Olivier groaned, his breath hitching. It felt good, didn’t it? “Levi’s looking.”
“And you’re mine,” Eric said, patting Olivier’s cock. There was now a damp spot on Ollie’s briefs, right at his tip. Did Ollie... like this? Having someone else watch as Eric touched him? Eric frowned, running his thumb along Ollie’s cock, following its hard line. “Should’ve marked this with my scent.”
“Eric!” Olivier’s ears turned pink.
“Oh, gods,” Levi grimaced. “Look—”
Eric glanced at Levi, daring him to protest. “It’s my business what I do with my omega.”
That sounded good. My omega.
“I’m seriously not watching this,” Levi said, turning away. “Get a room, guys. I just wanted to know—Am I closing shop?”
“Yes, please,” Olivier said, his voice turning into a wheeze when Eric pulled the zipper all the way up, trapping his cock in his pants. “Fuck, that’s tight.”
“So are you,” Eric murmured.
Levi disappeared from the room, slamming the door.
Olivier groaned, covering his face. “Eric!”
“Mine,” Eric said, squeezing Olivier’s ass. “You’re sure we can trust him.”
Olivier nodded, squirming. “Levi’s good. It’s just... He wasn’t supposed to see this.” He turned away. “We’re brothers, Eric.”
“And yet you’re still hard.” Eric eyed the line in Ollie’s pants, thinking about stripping him back down.
Olivier made a small, soft sound in his throat. Eric looked up, realizing that Olivier had his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth biting hard into his lower lip.
Gods, Ollie was cute when he was embarrassed.
Unable to help himself, Eric slid his arm around Olivier’s waist, pulling him close. “Wanna show me your apartment?”
Olivier gulped. “Just... just that,” he said.
“If you really want,” Eric murmured,
