The tiny gift crinkled in Kai’s hand. He’d never given anything to an omega before; his pulse quickened, full of anticipation and nerves.
“Maybe we should wait until we get to his office,” Kai muttered.
“I need to head to work soon,” Spike said. “No time. Just do it here. I wanna see his reaction.”
Kai sighed, heaving himself onto his crutches. Two weeks after the ankle sprain, and he still wasn’t used to walking around with these things. After a lifetime on the basketball court, it was painful to walk this slow.
When they reached the podium, Davis smiled. “Did you find the lecture okay?”
Spike looked him up and down. “The lecture was okay, but you’re absolutely beautiful.”
Davis’ flush went up to his hairline. He slipped his laptop into his bag, the scars on his face less obvious now that he was red all over. Still pretty cute.
Kai wet his lips, nervous. Spike nudged him. “Kai has something for you.”
Kai glared. “It’s not just from me. We picked it out together.”
Surprised, Davis met his eyes. Kai shoved the tiny package at him.
“It’s not much,” Kai said, his breath stuck in his throat. I hope he likes it.
Davis took the gift, slowly picking the crinkly tissue apart. Inside, there was a scrap of black fabric—Kai knew it was soft. It had gone through his and Spike’s scrutiny before they’d both approved of it.
“This is—” Davis unraveled the lace midway, and froze. “Oh, gods.”
He glanced around the lecture theater, just to make sure there wasn’t anyone around. Then he crowded against the podium, holding the lace close to himself.
“Just—just in case there are still cameras running,” Davis mumbled. “The lecture recording should have stopped.”
He touched the panties carefully—delicate black mesh, with flowers and swirls stitched across the fabric, and little metal eyelets down the front, a crisscrossing ribbon holding the opening shut. It had been the prettiest of the lot.
“Spike said you’d like it,” Kai told him.
“I hope it fits,” Spike said.
Davis swallowed a couple of times, disbelief in his eyes. “You... bought this for me.”
He ran his good fingers across the lace, thumbing the ribbon. Then he turned the underwear over, his eyes growing wide when he found the opening at the crotch, a reinforced teardrop shape that would allow someone’s cock access to his hole.
Davis’ breath hitched. “It’s... too pretty for someone like me.”
Spike rounded the podium, crowding up close to the professor. “It’s a pretty pair for a very pretty omega.”
Kai wished he had words like that. He didn’t. He could only watch as Spike stroked Davis’ back, Davis and Spike glancing at each other like they were communicating by glances alone.
Kai’s insides tightened. He felt left out again.
As though Spike heard his thoughts, he looked up. “Come join us, Kai,” he said. “Group hug!”
“Thought you had to go to work,” Kai muttered, his cheeks warming.
“I have time for a quick ass-grope.” Spike grinned. “And then you can touch Micah all you want, but I need to go.”
Davis spluttered. Kai grumbled, but he hobbled over, allowing Spike to knead his asscheeks.
“I love your ass,” Spike whispered. “Best ass in the world. And Micah’s, too.”
Then he squeezed Davis’ ass, kissed him briefly on the temple, and pulled them both into a hug.
Kai had never been in a hug with Spike and Davis before. Spike’s pecs pressed against Kai’s arm. Inches away, Davis looked up at Kai with wide eyes, awkward and almost shy.
They’d seen each other naked, except this was far more intimate than that.
Kai’s heart skipped. He breathed in gardenia and honey, and juniper; it all smelled good. He almost wanted to bury his nose against Spike and Davis, and sniff at them to his heart’s content.
“I’ll see you later,” Spike said, meeting Davis’ eyes, then Kai’s. “Tell me if you get up to no good. Pictures or it didn’t happen.”
Like anything will happen. Kai snorted. Spike gave him a friendly nudge and paused, his lips parting slightly, as though he wanted to tell Kai something. But Spike thought the better of it. He hefted his satchel, hurrying through the exit.
Kai stared after him. What were you gonna say?
And now it was just Kai and Davis alone in the lecture hall, Davis hefting his heavy bag onto his shoulder. The professor coughed awkwardly. “I just realized that I haven’t said thanks for the gift,” he murmured, tucking the scrap of fabric into his pocket. “Thank you.”
Kai shrugged. “It was Spike’s idea. He wanted to exchange it for one of your older ones. Something about ripping it to make a hole. You know.”
Okay, yeah, that sounded pretty incriminating. Kai wasn’t even the one initiating sex with his professor, and he was blushing.
Next to him, Micah Davis blushed, too. “W-well... your gift looked expensive. I know money is tight for you guys, so—”
“It’s fine,” Kai said. He and Spike had skipped a couple meals to pay for that pair of panties. It was worth it, so he didn’t need Davis taking pity on him. “Thank Spike later.”
“But it’s also a gift from you.”
Davis looked sidelong at Kai, his eyes dark. Kai wasn’t going to ask him for sex in return. It didn’t feel right to.
He reached over for Davis’ bag, explaining himself when Davis looked surprised. “Looks heavy. I can carry it.”
“But you’re the one with a sprained ankle!”
“The other parts of my body still work fine,” Kai said dryly.
Davis gulped, glancing at Kai’s hips.
“Yeah, that works, too,” Kai muttered. He didn’t want to talk about jerking off to Davis and Spike fucking last night. Spike had called Kai, set the phone down, and all Kai had heard was Davis panting into the phone as Spike fucked him.
Kai had grown so hard, he’d ached. And secretly jerked off.
Then Spike had returned, described everything to Kai in explicit detail, and Spike had fallen asleep.
And Kai had jerked off a second time.
Davis handed over his bag with a blush. Kai slung it across his shoulders, nodding his
