Micah panted, imagining Spike’s cock spreading him, or Kai’s cock filling him with come. He throbbed, his precome smearing against Kai’s lips.
The bulge in Kai’s pants had grown thick, and Spike’s cock pressed hungrily against Micah’s side, pushing an indent into his skin.
If they were in a bedroom right now... Micah had no doubt they’d be inside him. He wanted to present for them. He wanted to beg. He was their professor.
“I need—” Micah panted, bucking forward, his throat dry. “Please—”
“Come for us,” Spike whispered, dragging Micah’s foreskin down, leaving his tip exposed. His fist made lewd, squelching sounds around Micah’s cock. “Let Kai taste you. I want to see your beautiful cock spurt. He’s close, Kai. Open your mouth.”
Spike squeezed his fist tight around Micah, sending an electric jolt down Micah’s spine. With a choked moan, Micah came, pleasure flooding through his body, his cock pulsing, Spike holding him upright.
For long moments, Micah wasn’t aware of anything but Spike’s warmth pressed behind him, and the jets of come shooting out of his cock.
Then Spike rumbled, milking Micah’s cock for the dregs of his come. He wiped the droplets off onto Kai’s lips, and Kai flicked his tongue out, licking at Micah’s tip.
Kai’s face—there were droplets of pearly-white on his cheek and nose, dribbling down his chin. But he was rolling the rest of Micah’s come across his tongue, his gaze hot as burning coal.
Micah stopped breathing. He’d come all over Kai’s face. And Kai was smiling.
What kind of alternate world had Micah found himself in?
“Fuck,” Spike whispered, hefting Micah against himself. “Come back up, Kai. I want a taste.”
Kai rumbled, getting clumsily to his feet. “Tastes good. Bitter.”
Something crashed further inside the apartment. “What the hell,” York snapped. “Who put all these chairs in front of my door?”
Micah froze. And then giggled, imagining the chaos these brothers had created for his son. “What did you...”
“No time.” Spike grinned, tucking Micah’s cock carefully back into his pants. “Gotta get rid of the scents.”
But before that, he grabbed Kai’s nape, hauled him close, and licked Micah’s come off Kai’s face. Then Spike meshed his lips with Kai’s, his tongue darting into Kai’s mouth in a flash of pink.
Micah stared. This never got old, watching Kai and Spike kiss. But Spike licking Micah’s come off his brother’s face... Micah didn’t know what he felt about that. It was intimate.
A second later, Spike broke away from his brother, a satisfied grin curving his lips. “You think? Like how he tastes?”
“Yeah,” Kai rumbled, swallowing. He met Micah’s eyes, and flashed a warm smile.
Micah blushed. It felt a compliment. And all Kai had done was taste his come. What am I even doing?
All the same, he felt a coil of warmth toward this alpha. Kai had provided comfort, and he’d been funny. And now, he’d seen Micah come, up close. And he’d enjoyed it.
Micah squirmed, embarrassed.
Kai headed for the kitchen doorway. “I’ll head York off. Tell me when lunch’s ready.”
“At some point, Kai, you need to let me save the day,” Spike said. “You need some private time with Micah, too.”
Kai met Micah’s eyes, and said nothing. And that was telling, wasn’t it? He wasn’t refusing it.
Spike did a little victory dance.
Micah’s heart thumped as he watched them. It felt as though Kai and Spike had folded him into their secret. Kai wasn’t judging him; he wanted Micah. And Spike... Spike seemed as though he wanted to stick by Micah’s side, every moment he could.
“I hope you have suppressants,” Spike said with a grin. “And I hope we aren’t spraying it all over the food.”
Micah laughed. “I’ll need help with lunch, then.”
“At your service.” Spike saluted. “For as long as you’ll let me.”
“We’re heading out,” Kai called from the living room. York was grumbling. “See you in a bit.”
“See you,” Spike and Micah called back.
The front door slammed. Micah met Spike’s eyes, finding warmth and affection.
“I don’t deserve you,” Micah murmured, his heart pounding too hard. He wanted to burrow into Spike’s chest. Breathe Spike in and give himself to this man. “You’re... so full of love.”
“And I want to give it all to you,” Spike whispered back. “And Kai.”
It was a pity, wasn’t it, that Kai didn’t return Spike’s affections?
Micah pointed Spike toward the half-diced carrots he’d left on the cutting board, admiring Spike’s eagerness.
Sometime soon, maybe Micah might get a chance to talk with Kai again. And maybe he could figure out how to patch that gap between Kai and Spike.
When that happened... Spike would be so much happier, wouldn’t he?
15
Micah
That night, someone knocked on the front door. York was in his room, and Kai was in the kitchen. Spike was out on a shift at that taco place, but he had keys to the apartment.
So Micah made his way to the door, wondering who it could be.
The peephole revealed one Levi O’Devlin. Auburn hair, hazel eyes, and an omega, fourteen years younger than Micah.
“Hey,” Levi said sheepishly when Micah opened the front door. “I finally remembered to return your book—it’s been a while. I hope you didn’t miss it.”
“No worries, I’d forgotten.” Micah took the worn romance novel Levi handed over. In the years past, Micah had envied this omega. Since Levi was a teenager, he’d always had an alpha. The very same one, who stayed by his side no matter what.
Micah had hired Levi as his babysitter through York’s formative years. He’d witnessed the slow build of Levi and Cole’s relationship back when they were teens. Then the fire had happened—Cole had helped Spike light some fireworks during a backyard party, and the house had been destroyed.
Wracked by guilt, Levi and Cole had broken up. Micah didn’t blame them for the fire, though. They hadn’t done it on purpose.
In the years after, Levi had tried to shove
