“No!” Olivier smacked his shoulder. “I mean... I look awful. This is a face you want to see in bed?”
“Yeah.” Eric shrugged. “You’re still you, Ollie. Remember the time you fell on your face in middle school? You were crying about it for days.”
“But...” Olivier sneaked another look in the mirror, and turned away just as quickly. “But you weren’t going to sleep with me then.”
“You’re my omega,” Eric said simply, pushing Ollie’s pants and briefs down his legs. “I’ll admit that I have a thing for your pretty face. But if you lose that, it’s not a big deal.”
Olivier’s heart squeezed. After all the times he’d pushed Eric away, after the shit he’d said to Eric... “You’re too good to me.”
Eric smiled crookedly. “Can’t help who we love, right?”
Ollie swallowed hard.
Eric had said Olivier deserved his love, but right now, Ollie was still in a state of disbelief. He felt as though he was cradling Eric’s love to his chest, admiring it like a crown jewel he wasn’t meant to have.
Eric’s hands swept warm down his shins, his palm steady behind Olivier’s knee. Then he glanced up, meeting Ollie’s eyes. “I want you to be happy, you know.”
“I...” Olivier’s chest squeezed tight. He hugged his belly, staring at the alpha kneeling at his feet. Imagined, just for a second, that Eric was truly his again. That would be a dream come true.
“C’mon, let’s get you showered. Gonna get you clean, and then I’m gonna mark you. All mine.” Eric grinned, slow and possessive, and Olivier’s insides melted.
Eric stripped, too. He helped Olivier into the shower, standing Ollie under the warm spray. Ollie’s face stung; he hissed.
Eric cupped Olivier’s head with gentle hands, shielding his face from the spray. Then he rubbed Ollie’s tender cheeks with his thumbs, working lather into Ollie’s skin.
“You can stand looking at this?” Olivier mumbled.
“I don’t care what you look like, as long as you’re mine.” Eric washed the shell of Ollie’s ears, then brushed his hands down Ollie’s neck and shoulders, his touch soothing. “I’ve seen you at your worst, Ollie. This isn’t it.”
“What’s my worst?” Olivier dared to ask.
“Maybe when you puked on me.” Eric smiled. “Or that time when you’d gotten so drunk in high school that you just stank of puke and booze, and you walked right into me and said, ‘Stupid fucking pig’.”
Olivier winced. “I... called you that? I don’t remember it.”
“Sure you did.” Eric laughed. “And I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“But you weren’t going to sleep with me then.”
Eric rolled his eyes. “Being your alpha is more than just sleeping with you, Ollie. But I’m definitely looking forward to the sleeping part.” He wrapped his soapy hand around Ollie’s cock and tugged, and a jolt of pleasure slid up Ollie’s spine. Blood rushed between his legs; his cock thickened. Eric smirked. “Believe me now?”
“Maybe.” Not really.
Eric sighed. “You promised me you weren’t gonna lie, Ollie.”
Olivier winced, remembering it too late. “Sorry. I’ll... work on it. It’s a bit of a habit.”
Eric sighed again. “Yeah, I figured. You had to lie all the time to Mom and Dad, didn’t you?”
Olivier rolled his shoulders. That wasn’t something he consciously remembered.
“I realize now that it’s probably because we’re stepbrothers,” Eric said quietly. “That you were forced to hide whatever you felt for me. And I also realize that you might lie on instinct. But I want you to know that your true feelings are safe with me. You don’t have to worry about me judging you.”
Olivier read the honesty in Eric’s eyes, the acceptance. And his heart swelled, so very hungry for Eric’s love.
“Okay,” Olivier whispered. “I’ll remember that.”
“Good,” Eric said, pressing his palm over Ollie’s heart. He slipped his hand against Olivier’s nape, leaning in to kiss Ollie. Olivier opened for him hungrily, gasping when Eric slid a soapy hand down his chest, catching his nipples.
Eric stroked them; pleasure tingled down Ollie’s veins. He arched, only to have Eric’s smirk grow.
Despite the lack of control Ollie had, he felt safe with Eric. He always had.
Eric broke the kiss. “Now, I’m gonna wash you up,” he rumbled. “Get you scrubbed clean so it’s a new beginning. And then I’m gonna mark you all over.”
Olivier’s body sang with anticipation. He would be Eric’s after this. “Yeah,” he panted. “Okay.”
Eric grabbed a clean washcloth. He ran it under the warm water, lathering it up. Then he washed Ollie’s swollen face as gently as he could, terrycloth catching on Olivier’s skin. He scrubbed under Ollie’s arms and between his fingers, then ran slow, smooth strokes over Ollie’s belly bump.
His gaze intent, Eric washed Olivier’s back. Then he knelt at Ollie’s feet, washing down his legs and between his toes. Olivier squirmed, his hole squeezing, hungry for his alpha’s touch. Eric had saved his most sensitive spots for last.
When Eric finally wrapped the washcloth around Olivier’s sac, Ollie’s balls had pulled up close to his body, his cock straining. Eric’s gaze lingered there, hungry.
“What’re you looking at?” Olivier whispered.
“Something I wanna taste,” Eric growled.
Ollie throbbed.
After a distracted pause, Eric stroked the terrycloth around Ollie’s balls, squeezing them lightly. Ollie couldn’t help rolling his hips, chasing his pleasure.
“You’re so damn hard for me,” Eric growled, stroking the washcloth up Olivier’s cock.
It felt like a lumpy, hot mouth around him; pleasure hummed down his nerves. “Eric—”
Eric’s grin widened. “You like that.”
“Feels good,” Ollie mumbled, holding onto Eric’s shoulders for support. “Everything you do feels good.”
It was just a little embarrassing, knowing his cock was pointed right at Eric’s face, begging for Eric’s touch. Not that Olivier could see it past his belly.
Eric wrapped the washcloth around Olivier’s cock, tugging on him a couple times. “Just to make sure it’s clean,” he growled.
Then he dragged Ollie’s foreskin down, exposing his sensitive tip. Eric stroked the terrycloth right over it. Pleasure burned through Olivier’s body; his knees buckled.
Eric caught Olivier by the hip, steadying him. “Too sensitive?”
“You know it
