In the dark, the scars and bald spots didn’t matter. The calluses of Spike’s hands caught on Micah’s skin, and when Micah’s hands were freed, he dared to run his fingers through Spike’s shower-damp hair. He caressed Spike’s cheeks, his jaw, his broad shoulders, until Spike peeled the covers off Micah’s hips, rumbling when he found Micah’s hard cock. Micah was too aroused to be embarrassed.
“You didn’t erase my scent here,” Spike growled, pleased.
Micah’s face burned. “No one has noticed. I was surprised.”
“I told you. No one’s gonna sniff at your cock except Kai and me.”
It was still so strange, the thought of being intimate with Kai. All the same, Micah’s cock grew thicker.
“You’re welcome to him, you know,” Spike murmured. “I don’t mind.”
“I’ll remember that.” Except... Micah didn’t know if he should. What if Micah slipped up somehow, and he fell below Kai’s expectations? So Micah pulled Spike back up, and kissed his lips.
Some nights, they went at it hard. Some nights, Spike was all soft touches and caresses. Tonight, Spike spread Micah’s legs, sliding two fingers between Micah’s cheeks. Micah gasped, squirming. Musk billowed off his skin.
Spike growled. “You’re wet.”
Micah grew slick for him every night, long before Spike even stepped into the room. Maybe it said something about Micah, but he hadn’t had enough of Spike touching his body, Spike’s cock sliding inside, claiming him thoroughly.
Spike leaned in to kiss Micah’s scarred shoulder, the touch muffled and light. Even in the darkness, Spike could still feel the bumpy, gnarled tissue. Micah winced.
“Here,” Micah whispered, tangling his fingers in Spike’s hair to stop him. Then Micah squirmed onto his front, dragging his ass down Spike’s sculpted abs, to his hips.
“Fuck,” Spike whispered, grasping Micah’s asscheeks, spreading them open so cool air brushed Micah’s hole. “I wanted to take this slow.”
“Not right now,” Micah answered, grinding down when Spike reached between Micah’s legs, grasping Micah’s cock and balls. Micah arched, a low moan slipping from his lips. Spike had control over Micah’s most sensitive parts, now.
It felt so good to give his body to Spike.
“I wanted to eat you out first,” Spike growled, leaning close. His blunt tip trailed precome up Micah’s thigh; his wrists dragged across Micah’s chest, down his belly, and back to his cock, grinding his juniper scent into Micah’s skin. Micah jerked, his cock aching.
Spike pressed himself flush against Micah’s back, pushing his heavy cock between Micah’s cheeks. “I love doing this with you,” he whispered. “Love coming home to you every day. Love opening you up. Filling you with my come.”
Micah’s face burned. And he ground back against Spike, his hole dripping.
This wasn’t anything to be proud of. It was just sex. But the intimacy was something Micah craved, and for as long as Spike was willing to provide it, Micah would open his door and his bed and his legs to Spike every night.
Even if Micah wasn’t the best omega for him.
Feeling like a needy fool, Micah grasped Spike’s cock, and shoved Spike’s tip inside himself. It stretched him open; Spike swore, his hips bucking. Pleasure hissed through Micah’s veins.
Spike buried himself into Micah, every thick inch, his cock driving Micah’s thoughts away. Then he began to pound deep, and Micah rode the waves of pleasure Spike brought, Spike’s hunger consuming him.
It wasn’t the healthiest way to escape his thoughts, but it was the most effective.
17
Kai
“Have you ever looked at Micah, and realized how fucking sexy he is?” Spike whispered.
Kai looked askance at him. “Are you even listening to the lecture?”
Spike’s grin widened. “I read the textbook last night. Today’s all for ogling.”
Well, good for him. Kai rolled his eyes. Unlike Spike, who was nailing his tests and exams, Kai was still struggling with his schoolwork.
Time and again, he’d tried to get Spike to explain the theories of organic chemistry to him, but Spike’s affinity for the subject didn’t extend to teaching it.
Which was why Spike had gone to the professor for help, and why Kai still had multiple consultations scheduled with Davis through the whole of this week.
The midterms were coming up. Now that Kai had lost his scholarship, he needed his grades more than ever, so he could qualify for a scholarship next year. Otherwise, he and Spike would have to take out a loan. With two years of college left... That was a lot of debt.
No pressure, right?
Kai focused on the professor behind the podium. In front of a hundred students, Micah Davis looked tiny. He was dressed in his usual long-sleeved shirt and pants, clicking through his presentation slides as he talked.
It seemed like whenever Davis spoke about molecular bonds, he forgot to care about his scars. Davis waved his hands in the air, saying, “The activation energy needed for a substitution reaction is more than that for a condensation reaction. This means...”
It seemed like he even forgot about his hobble, when he drew diagrams on the screen to help explain what he meant.
Micah Davis loved what he taught—it was obvious in the brightness of his eyes, the frantic scribbling he did on his laptop screen.
Yeah, he was kind of cute.
“You’re smiling,” Spike whispered.
“I’m not,” Kai said.
“You so are.”
Kai wiped at his mouth, trying to tell if he really was smiling. Was he? While thinking about Davis?
Spike reached into his pocket, and pressed a folded-up bit of crinkly tissue into Kai’s palm. “Here, you give it to him.”
Kai shoved it back. “Your idea—you give it to him.”
“But we picked it out together,” Spike whispered. “You said black.”
Kai glared. “Only because white wouldn’t stand out on his skin.”
“You want to see it on him just as much as I do.” Spike wriggled his eyebrows.
“Doesn’t mean I have to hand it over.” Kai’s ears burned. He was just lusting after their professor. It wasn’t as though he had a years-long crush like Spike did.
“He’ll appreciate it, coming from you.” Spike nudged Kai. “You intimidate him a little bit.”
“Still?” Kai winced. He hadn’t meant to.
“You’re always so frowny and scowly. Yes.”
