Kai’s heart skipped. “Yeah.”
Then he grabbed Spike and kissed him, and now he wasn’t even thinking, he was just kissing Spike, biting his lip, dragging his wrist down Spike’s throat to mark him with elm. Spike groaned, hauling Kai closer.
Spike’s lips slid against his, his teeth dragging across Kai’s skin. His breathing hitched. Kai could almost hear the pounding of Spike’s heart.
After thinking so much about kissing Spike, this sated a craving in Kai’s gut.
When Kai broke away from him, he found Micah still watching them, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes.
Kai felt slightly embarrassed. He’d kissed his brother in front of their professor, except Micah wasn’t just a professor to him now. Micah was Spike’s omega, and maybe... Kai wanted Micah to be his, too.
“Sorry,” Kai said. “Didn’t mean to leave you out.”
“Kai loves me,” Spike murmured, wriggling in delight. “Did you hear that, Micah?”
“I did hear.” Micah’s smile was crooked. “And I didn’t feel left out—it was something you both needed. I’m happy for you.”
Micah Davis was a good person. He wasn’t the jealous sort. He didn’t judge Spike and Kai, and he understood. And that was probably one of the things Kai liked best about him.
Spike grinned, scooping Micah up so he sat upright, his weight pressing down on Kai’s legs.
“You’re also the best,” Spike told Micah, all warm smiles. “I love you.”
Micah flushed. He was cute like that, too. “I—I can’t say much about love,” Micah began hesitantly, glancing at Spike, then Kai. “It’s really too soon.”
Disappointment twinged at Kai, confusing him—he didn’t love Micah, either. Just liked him a lot. “It’s fine.”
“As long as you let me love you,” Spike whispered, nuzzling Micah’s cheek. “I’m okay with that.”
Micah relaxed. Kai slipped his arm around Micah’s waist, leaning close. Sniffed at the fresh sweat and gardenia in Micah’s hair.
Over Micah’s shoulder, Spike met Kai’s gaze. “Something happened today,” Spike said, his gaze turning shrewd. “The Kai I know wouldn’t sniff at anyone’s hair.”
Kai froze, warmth rising to his cheeks. And Micah turned, meeting Kai’s eyes.
“I like you,” Kai blurted.
He couldn’t explain how right Micah felt in his arms. How good Micah smelled, how he itched to taste Micah. They hadn’t even spent that long together, just a whole lot of consultations, Micah walking to the office with him, patiently going over the class materials.
But Micah Davis was a good person, someone Kai respected. And Kai liked hearing him moan, he liked watching Micah smile.
That pile of romance novels he’d peeked into... Micah had been lonely. He’d cried and he’d needed, and Kai wanted to believe this could work out. He didn’t know how.
“You’re way out of my league,” Kai said. “Spike’s, too.”
Spike sagged. “You didn’t have to remind him, Kai.”
Kai huffed. “I’m just telling it like it is. I can’t even be your sugar brother right now. We’re both broke—”
Soft fingers pressed against Kai’s lips. “Shh,” Micah said. “Let’s not talk about money right now.”
“Then what’re we gonna talk about?” Kai asked.
“I like you, too,” Micah murmured.
Kai’s heart skipped a beat. He stared at Micah, disbelieving. “Me? Shouldn’t it be Spike?”
Micah glanced at Spike, blushing. “I like both of you.”
“Oh,” Kai said. But Micah had returned the kiss earlier today, he’d asked Kai to fuck him, and maybe... it wasn’t so unbelievable, after all.
Spike beamed. “Kiss him, Kai. Gently.”
Kai scowled. “I don’t need to be told that.”
“Yes, you do.” Spike grinned. “I remember the first time you kissed Micah. You went right in and tasted him.”
Kai blushed. Yeah, he wasn’t so great with this dating thing. But Micah just laughed, his gaze expectant, his body relaxed against Kai.
So Kai leaned in, wrapping his arms around his professor. Thought about Micah all vulnerable, Micah in class, his face lighting up when he talked about his molecules. I want him to be mine.
“Did I fuck you too hard?” Kai asked.
Micah smiled. “It was just right.”
“Even with your ass getting sore?” Kai wasn’t so sure. Sometimes, Micah seemed so fragile to him.
“It was entirely worth it,” Micah said, squeezing around Kai’s knot.
Pleasure whispered down his veins; Kai breathed out, pressing his forehead against Micah’s nape. Should’ve known you could withstand a whole lot. You’re strong like that.
He shifted Micah on his lap, so he could see more of Micah’s face. There was honesty in Micah’s eyes, and fondness. Kai’s breath stuck in his throat. He ran his thumb over Micah’s lip, touching its velvety softness.
Next to Spike, who was all warmth and affection, and next to Micah, who had gods knew how much experience, Kai felt... inadequate. He didn’t know what he could bring to Micah, that Spike hadn’t already.
But Micah cupped Kai’s jaw, tipping his face to offer his lips. Kai’s breath snagged. When he leaned in, their lips met in the lightest of kisses, an exchange of breath and warmth. It felt like a promise.
Micah sucked in a sharp breath. “I... thought you might not,” he said in an undertone, his eyes half-lidded. “When you kissed me in the office—”
“Kai kissed you?” Spike asked, his gaze turning sharp.
Kai blushed. “On impulse. ‘Cuz he was worrying too much.”
“You fell,” Micah said, frowning.
And now Spike was frowning, too.
“I’m fine,” Kai muttered. “I don’t need to be babied.”
“But you need to quit falling down,” Spike said, glowering.
Then he tackled Kai and Micah against the bed. The movement sent Kai’s knot jerking inside Micah; pleasure hummed through Kai’s body. They both groaned.
Spike braced his weight on the mattress, scowling at Kai. “Looks like I can’t keep an eye on you all by myself. Micah needs to keep an eye on you, too.”
Kai clicked his tongue. “I’m fine. Micah wanted to get all the ointments on me.”
“I was worried about you!” Micah looked adorable, frowning with his lips in a pout. Kai wanted to kiss that frown off his face. Make him smile.
So he leaned in, brushing his lips against Micah’s cheek, until he found the corner of Micah’s lips. The angle
