The limping looked like it hurt. Was the whole right side of his body covered in scars, or was it just his limbs?
Something rumbled in Kai’s chest, something that said, He needs protection.
He’d met the professor on a slew of other occasions, but seeing Micah Davis with his guard down and his scars etched into his daily life, seeing the way he huddled into himself, afraid of... what, their judgment? It made the professor so much more human.
And Kai suddenly understood why Spike wanted Davis so much. Davis needed someone.
Davis disappeared into the kitchen. Spike made to stand, freezing right before his bulge appeared above the table. He swore, sitting down hard. But his gaze locked on the kitchen doorway, hungry and yearning.
“You okay?” York asked, looking back at them.
“Yeah,” Spike rasped.
Then he hunched forward and his breath rushed out, his arms trembling with how tightly he was clenching his fists.
Fuck, Spike had gone into a rut. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Kai had never seen Spike in a rut before, but he’d gone into ruts far too many times himself to recognize the signs.
And damn, but if Spike wasn’t hot, all tense like that.
Kai nodded toward the kitchen, lowering his voice to distract York. “What’s wrong with your dad? He looked like he was afraid of us.”
York shrugged, looking torn. Then he blurted, “Dad saw a video of Spike. Some Christmas dancing video. Was that really you?”
Spike sucked in a few breaths to calm himself. Then he smiled, pleased. “Oh. You mean at the bar? Did someone record that? They weren’t supposed to.”
His voice had gone a pitch lower, hoarse with need.
York’s horror grew. “Wait, that was seriously you. With your cock out and everything.”
Spike’s eyes gleamed. “Yeah. Did your dad like it?”
“Hell if I know,” York spluttered, looking like he wanted to retch. “My dad, he—Gods, I need to bleach my brain. ‘Scuse me for a sec.”
He stepped into his shoes, yanking open the front door.
“Where’re you going?” Spike asked.
“Getting a beer. Probably more,” York said. “This is too much.”
Then he slammed the door, and the sound went right down Kai’s spine in an electric sizzle.
There was something wrong with Kai—his ruts had always been erratic, triggered by the most innocent stimuli. His rut-suppression pills only worked sometimes.
The sizzle in his nerves exploded. Something yanked behind his stomach. Kai’s blood surged between his legs; his breath punched out of his lungs. His throat went dry.
It was the absolute worst time for this to happen.
Kai panted, his mind fuzzed over. His pants had grown far too tight, his cock throbbing so hard, it felt like he’d rip a hole through the denim. “Fuck.”
Spike chuckled breathlessly, his pupils blown. “You and me both.”
Kai breathed through the thick desire in his throat. And now he couldn’t focus on anything, aside from seeking out a warm, willing hole, and fucking into it.
Spike was here. Spike was willing. Kai wanted to shove Spike against a wall, rip his pants down, and squeeze his cock into Spike’s hole. Open him up. Leave his come inside, marking him.
Spike growled, reaching over to stroke Kai’s cock. “Wonder how Davis would like this.”
“He’s not gonna know,” Kai hissed, jerking his hips up against Spike’s firm palm. Spike kneaded Kai through his pants, right at his tip where Kai liked it.
“He’s in heat,” Spike murmured, getting off his chair. “He has a choice. What if he wants us both?”
“Not gonna,” Kai growled, palming his cock to ease the pressure between his legs. His cock felt like it might burst, and he needed something tight to contain it. Something like Spike’s ass. “Bathroom. Now.”
“No.” Spike glanced at the kitchen doorway. “I’m gonna ask if he’s interested.”
“The fuck,” Kai growled, hauling Spike away from the kitchen. “He’s our prof.”
“And he might give you a nice grade if you make him come.” Spike raised his eyebrows. “How many times have you fucked an omega while you were in a rut?”
Zero. It had always been Spike during Kai’s ruts. Kai’s throat tightened with hunger. “I’m not doing that.”
Spike leaned closer, his breath hot on Kai’s ear. “What if I told you he hasn’t had an alpha in months?”
That made his cock pulse. Kai wanted to protest. Except he could now imagine Micah Davis’ slick hole, sliding around Kai’s cock, squeezing him, begging for his come.
With the way Davis had huddled into himself... When was the last time he’d been touched?
Kai hesitated. And Spike reached down, yanking Kai’s belt open. He shoved his hand down Kai’s pants; his fingers brushed down Kai’s cock, sending a frisson of pleasure through Kai’s body. There wasn’t enough space for both Kai’s cock, and Spike’s hand. The jeans were going to burst.
“Imagine him touching you here,” Spike whispered. “If he wants us both, please join in. For my sake.”
That was hard to argue with right now. Kai shoved Spike’s hand down against his cock, thrusting against his palm. He just needed to come, and then he could think again. He wasn’t going to imagine fucking Davis. Just five minutes...
Spike yanked on Kai’s zipper, releasing the pressure at his hips. Kai opened his legs; Spike knelt between them, pulling Kai’s cock out of his pants. Then he leaned in, closing his warm, wet mouth around it.
Kai swore, fucking up.
It always gave him a thrill, watching his cock disappear into his stepbrother. Spike’s mouth, Spike’s ass. Spike moaned around him, hollowing his cheeks so pleasure jolted down Kai’s nerves.
If they could finish this in the next couple minutes, if the professor stayed in his kitchen for a while longer...
Kai grasped Spike’s hair, shoving Spike’s face down onto his cock. Spike grunted when Kai’s cock hit the back of his throat. And Kai pushed again, until his cock opened Spike’s throat, and Spike took him deeper.
Kai’s groan tore out of him. They didn’t do this often, deepthroating. It was too much stimulation. Spike adjusted his own cock, a damp spot on