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Bo wasn’t wearing underwear, or rather, wasn't wearing typical underwear. His thick bulge stuffed into a red jock strap came into view in a flash as Stack tumbled just behind him, both boys crashing to the ground, Stack somehow grabbing on his basketball shorts and pulling them down his thighs. The large drinks in their hands flew into the air and promptly fell down to earth drenching them both in presumably sweet tea.
“Idiots,” Smoke muttered sitting next to Louis under the shade of the large tree at the edge of the quad. Louis smiled at that. Smoke had been in heat for nearly a week and it had been one of the best yet confusing weeks he had ever experienced. While it was predictable that omegas changed during heat, Smoke’s more affable and touchy behavior confirmed that, Louis had not expected the change of his fellow alphas, well presumed fellow alphas. Smoke had even pointed it out ahead of time but Louis was still surprised. They were so…needy.
In nearly every encounter he had seen between the twins, there was a lot of shit talking with a clear undercurrent of camaraderie and compassion. Now though it felt like Stack was going for a Brother of the Year award. Every piece of clothing Smoke asked for his ever growing nest was given with ease. When they got breakfast together in the mornings, Stack would make Smoke’s plate before his own. If that was intense, Bo took it to another level.
Unless there were extenuating circumstances, omegas still had to go to class even during heat wearing patches to dull the scent so as to not be distracting their classmates. Every day he saw Smoke on his way to class, there was Bo, Stack’s backpack on his back escorting him. Louis was pretty sure they only had one class together and Bo was like Smoke’s shadow the past week. And in his own crossbody bag, Louis knew there were additional patches, water, snacks for the omega. He was like a walking talking first aid kit. Compliments were also given freely and openly. Smoke, clearly raised right, said thank you everytime either helped him and their scent in turn strengthened in the air, pleased at providing for the omega in their home.
Because he was an omega and didn't have the protective instinct that drove his other two suitemates to fulfill Smoke’s every whim, Louis worried that he wouldn't be able to act to the best of his ability to hide his secondary gender. It turned out that wasn't an issue at all because surprisingly Smoke continued to turn to him for his carnal needs.
He had assumed that that first night with his confession of his gender and subsequent sex of convenience meant that it would be the last time he would be able to enjoy that much of Smoke. He was delightfully wrong. Nearly every night just after the sun set, Smoke would invite him to his bed. Well, the invitation was too gentle of a word. He nearly commanded Louis to join him in his bed and like a good little soldier, Louis followed orders down to the letter. A few times Bo was still there and promptly left the room before anything happened. Each time, Louis would want to bring up the question that sat at the back of his mind-Why me and not him? Unfortunately that thought and promptly every thought after was scrubbed from his mind as Smoke would invade his space and demand his full attention with his lips.
It was nearly the same time every time. They would make out until Louis no longer smell anything besides his creamy scent, strip Smoke of his drenched draws, and try to push as much of himself into his addictive heat. Sometimes missionary, sometimes doggy, always fucking amazing. He had thought his desire to be an alpha was a desperate demand of his psyche before, but deep within Smoke, it tore at his whole being. He needed a knot and Louis so badly wanted to give it to him. But it was a delusional wish on a good day so instead he settled for small moans that Smoke tried to keep inside but that Louis fucked out of him.
One thing had changed since that first night. That night Smokes spend and sweat had been his armor against Shame’s sword but this was a fight like no other. It eventually found a chink in Louis’ armor. His pleasuring of an omega didn’t make him an alpha, it made him more of a bitch. An omega’s omega pliable to even the whims of a gender that could rarely control itself. It was awful and intrusive, but persistent. From then on, he would shower with blistering hot water, hoping the scars of shame’s slashes would flow away. Some did, some did not. Such was the way things were.
In moments like this, he felt more solid. Friday was a slow day for classes for all of them so they had agreed to hang out in the squad in the afternoon. In the bright light of a nearly cloudless day, sweat had quickly appeared on their brows.
Stack had noticed the heat's effect on Smoke. “You hot? We can go inside.”
Smoke waved him off. He was wearing a typical tank top with a dark train trailing down front of the tank in a long triangle. “I’m fine out here.” His pecs were peaking out of the sides.
Did they get bigger during his heat Louis wondered and then felt a pang in his crotch at the thought of Smoke squishing his face between his sweaty tits.
“You sure?,” Bo spoke up. He had a small towel in his hand offering it to Smoke.
Smoke took it. “Thanks.” Bo beamed at that if only for a second.
Stack frowned at that interaction. “I could get you a fan or something though.”
“Outside, in the middle of the campus?” Louis mused. He felt Smoke’s arm bounce with chuckles next to him.
Stack gave him a toothy grin. “You doubting my ability to provide, Armstrong?” There was an edge to the question.
For the first time the memory of Stack’s casual threat if he ever messed with Smoke flashed in his mind and it amused him. Perhaps it was the amount of sex he had been getting recently but Louis felt bold. “I don’t need to doubt anything if you can actually do it.”
Stack had been leaning back on his palms in the circle they made under the tree but sat up promptly at that response.
Before Louis could learn if he would regret those words, Smoke came to the rescue. “I’m a little thirsty. Can one of yall get me something from those food trucks on the west side of the quad?”
Stack and Bo hopped to their feet at the same time.
“No problem,” Stack said.
“You got it,” Bo added. He then looked at Louis who was still sitting next to Smoke and frowned. “You staying here Louis?”
Louis nodded slowly. “Yeah, that ok with you?” He didn't think he could take Stack but Bo’s shorter slimmer build gave him even more perhaps mistaken confidence.
He met Bo’s dark brown eyes. Stack, even at his most dangerous, had a humorous edge to it. Smoke was a scowling wall of solid danger. Bo…Louis couldn’t read him at all. His expression was so blank that it was unnerving. A blink and it was gone, his features normal again. He merely shrugged and turned to start walking to get Smoke’s drink. He and Stack were walking side by side at a normal pace then with the pop of a silent gun, Bo began to rush ahead. Thus the race to get Smoke sweet tea, his favorite drink, began.
As they ran away, Louis turned to Smoke. “How you feeling?”
“Tired but this heat is almost over, thank god. Dick ain't the only thing on mind anymore” The other thing Louis enjoyed about Smoke in heat was how straight forward he was.
“What about right now? You thinking about it?,” Louis teased. It was an unnecessary question as Smoke's scent hung plainly in the air.
“Yeah,” he replied plainly. “I would ask you but it takes you a while to nut and they'll be back soon.” He looked out across the quad, Smoke and Bo fully gone from sight.
The observation felt like a tiny barb under Louis’s skin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Smoke smirked. “It’s not good or bad. It just is.”
“I never took you for a stoic. I thought you were more of a rationalist.”
Smoke furrowed his brow. “That philosophy class has got you thinking you Nostradamus.”
“Sorry,” Louis admonished. An idea struck him just then. He reached out his hand and put it high on Smoke’s thigh. His legs were wide and thick but his prize wasn't the muscular thighs themselves but the addictive entrance between them. His hand creeped higher and higher, Smoke not making any move to stop him, a satisfied look on his face.
Louis scooted closer so they were thigh to thigh, the warmth of Smoke’s body and the beating sun pulling double duty to raise his body temp. “I can stop speaking nonsense whenever you want and eat you out instead,” he offered in a hushed tone. “I’ll even be quick about it.”
Smoke chuckled and for a brief second, Louis felt his hopes soar. Most of their sexual encounters had been at whims of what Smoke wanted. This was fine with Louis but it did mean he had never once gone down on Smoke and the desire had only grown over the week. He had asked twice and each time, Smoke had merely said “maybe next time.” He wanted to tase the omega and show off his prowess with his tongue and not just with his dick and hands. Of course the fact he had never done it before hadn’t curtailed the desire either. His hand was fully on the crotch of Smokes sweatpants, rubbing slowly at where he thought his clit would be. He must’ve been close as Smoke began to squirm just a little, a small breath leaving his mouth a kiss breath away from Louis’ own.
Louis felt Smoke’s hand cover his own, slowing down his movements. “Maybe next time,” he repeated once more. Louis felt his hopes fall to his floor but tried to hide his disappointment in his face.
A true alpha wouldn’t be denied the way he denies you. A nasty thought flitted through his mind.
“You keeping say that but you also said your heats almost over so I’m not sure when that next time is really supposed to be. You can just say no. I’ll drop it.”
Smoke lifted an arm scratching the back of his head, his large arm flexing in a way that made Louis want to lick it. He was deliberating something, that much was obvious. A strange wall given the past week.
“Is it something I’m doing wrong?” Louis offered as a jumping off point once it was clear Smoke wasn’t going to speak first.
He shook his head. “Nah, it's not you. It’s like I gotta be in the right headspace for it.”
“Pun intended or no?”
“Pun, what…oh ‘head’ space.”He smiled at that. “You’re funny.”
Louis took his hand back giving Smoke a little physical space. “I try, sometimes. And that’s fine if it’s not for you. You know where to find me if you ever feel up for it and the answer can be never too.”
Something was clearly still bothering Smoke, frustration still clouding his features. “Thank you. I think…tonight.”
Louis eyebrows and his dick both shot up. “That was fast.”
“You backing out then?” Smoke taunted.
Louis vigorously shook his head. “I did not say that at all.”
“Alright then.” Smoke nodded like the conversation was well and truly over and in truth, it did feel like that. Elation filled Louis up enough to push his reservations far to the back of his mind. And it was in the light hearted anticipation of his final night of heat with Smoke that he noticed Bo and Smoke both rushing back to their spot, each with only one arm pistoning as the other held a large drink. It was only once they were a few yards away that Stack slipped and they fell over each other leaving both sticky with sweet tea and Bo nearly shortsless.
His shorts were still halfway down his legs as he gave Stack a dirty look and in response, Stack tackled him. They began to wrestle grappling for a solid hold on each other in the low grass. This behavior was fairly typical behavior for alphas especially as neither one had bared their fangs at each other. It was a social activity Louis rarely indulged in. He was more content to watch the desperate erotic displays of dominance in real time, the quad the most common space that it tended to happen. He did have one memory of Lestat offering to wrestle with him. The encounter had been thrilling, pitting his strength up against the other alpha and the tinge of fear in him once he realized Lestat was stronger than him had only excited Louis further. The lack of self control in the situation felt like a dangerous road for him to go further down so he had hung up his wrestling days then and there. His enjoyment as a spectator remained.
Bo and Stack looked evenly matched, able to escape one another’s holds after a few seconds each time. While their expressions at the beginning were frustrated after a few minutes they turned to wide pained grins. A few minutes after that, they stopped and were fully laughing as they wrapped each other in big bear hugs. Bo grabbed his shorts that had been thrown far away from their impromptu wrestling ring and Stack their forgotten cups and with their arms around each other's shoulders they finally walked back to Smoke and Louis.
“So…the mission was a failure then?” Louis noted.
Stack shook his cup, the ice hitting the inside of the plastic interior. “There’s still a little bit in here.” He handed the mostly empty cup to Smoke who took it with no hesitation, not thrown at all by the fight or the lack of liquid.
“Mine has more,” Bo said as he handed his cup to Smoke as well. Smoke smiled at that and Louis could smell his scent strengthen at that.
“So, half a failure then?”
There was that blank look flickering across Bo’s face again. “You really are a glass half empty kind of person, aint ya Louis?”
Smoke and Stack snickered at that and Louis swallowed in discomfort. “I suppose so.”
“You would think hanging around us would’ve changed that,” Stack mused. He shook himself vigorously as if that was going to dry him any faster.
Bo crashed to the ground spreading out just outside the shade of the tree. A much more effective strategy. “Well he and Smoke been thicker than thieves recently so that’s probably not helping.”
Smoke tilted the cup he was drinking from down. “What are you implying Bo?” His tone wasn’t harsh, more amused.
Bo lifted just his head off the grass to address them. “That you are more negative than Nancy sometimes. That’s all, handsome.”
“He’s not wrong,” Stack added, paying more attention to his phone and not the conversation.
Smoke looked ready to argue but then seemed to internally decide against it, nodding slightly and going back to his drink. Bo had a pleased look on his face from seeming to win an argument before it truly began but as he met Louis' eyes, there was something…heavy, angry to his expression. It was only for a second but it confirmed his suspicions. Bo did not like him.
As the sun was setting, they returned back to the dorm and while the other boys went to the dining hall for dinner, Louis met up with Lily to head to the movie theaters. She wanted to see a horror movie, but not alone, so he agreed to tag along. Louis was not a horror fan himself, the world scary enough on its own with unending social rules to avoid ostracization but he appreciated Lily’s love of the dark and macabre. It was a vampire film, full of longing and repression and plague rats. He hated it but did not tell her as her eyes were alight with excitement as they walked to the bus stop that would take them back to campus.
With his left arm looped through Lily’s right, Louis was scrolling through his missed notifications from being MIA for a few hours. He saw a text from Smoke. “Wya? I need you.”
Though brief Louis could feel the desperation in the message and felt excitement shoot through him. He was needed to provide his body to quell Stack’s urges and he was more than willing. Just like an alpha.
“I’ll be home in 40. That good?” he texted back.
It was a few minutes later that he received a notification that Smoke had liked the message. Though curt, he was used to Smoke’s text based responses. Perhaps his hands were busy at the moment? The vision that his mind conjured up of Smoke was a particularly incendiary one. Legs spread, fingers deep within himself while his heat finally burned itself out barely able to find the concentration for anything else but his own pleasure. But there was one exception and Louis was that exception. He felt warm at the fantasy.
Lily’s sweet voice cut through the filth of his mind. “Who you texting?”
“Just Smoke,” he replied smoothly. “He was wondering where I put the floor cleaner.” Lying was like a second language for him and while he was fine with Lily knowing about his secondary gender, this current situation that he found himself in was one he wanted to keep close. For what reason, he hadn't quite reached. It was some combination of persistent shame, the thrill of secret keeping, and fear of being asked to interrogate what he was doing further than he was comfortable with. When Lily learned things, she pushed, for better or for worse. That answer was satisfactory for her as they continued and she began to gush at all of her favorite lines and scenes from the film.
His mind had wandered back to Smoke, his large hand on Louis's ass as he pushed him deeper and deeper inside. The beauty of his sweat stained skin that barely hid the strength of his muscles beneath. His soft full lips that Louis had developed a habit of biting.
They had arrived at the bus stop when Lily asked. “So what did you think of the movie?”
He gave her a nothing answer, wanting to return to his heightened memories. “Hmm…oh it was fine. You know I’m not a big horror fan.”
“Right,” she replied with a flat affect. So flat of an affect that it forced him to pay attention to Lily more intently. She was pouting and had pulled her own phone out. Something was wrong but Louis was unsure as to what. Well whatever it was couldn't be too bad otherwise she would've simply shared like she always did. If he brought it up it could very well end up being in a situation where she needed comfort and he just didn’t have the capacity for that right now. Someone else needed him more.
They rode back to the dorms in relative silence, Louis escorting Lily to her hall which was on the other side of campus from his own. He was horny, but he wasn't a monster. It was only once he had confirmed she had made it to her own room that he started on to his own residence, shooting Smoke a text that he was 10 minutes away. There was not notification that he had seen it this time around. Perhaps he truly had lost himself to his heat. Louis picked up his pace slightly, his blood pumping faster than his legs.
The familiar yet nondistinct door of his dorm hall came into view but the moment he was going to push on the wide button that ran its width, the door swung open stopping Louis right in his tracks. There was Bo wearing what Louis could identify as his workout clothes, with a medium sized crossbody bag. For a brief second, he wondered if he had changed in to another jockstrap.
They wore mirrored expressions of mild shock then relaxed as familiarity set in. Bo spoke first, extending his hand out.“Hey, where you coming from?”
Louis quickly dapped him up. “A movie with Lily.”
“Was it good?”
“Not at all.” Louis replied flatly.
Bo grinned at that. His canines were so sharp. Louis wondered why he had never noticed that before. He grinned back, though much smaller and tightlipped. Knowing his role in this conversational back and forth he continued, “Where you heading?”
Bo patted his crossbody bag twice. “The gym. Get a late night workout out in.”
Louis nodded at that. “Well, have fun.”
“I’ll try.”
That’s when he fucked up. The conversation was over. It was cordial and short and the exact amount of care roommates should have for each other as two ships passing in the night. But Louis wanted the last word. There was nothing he craved more, well almost nothing.
As Bo began to move past him into the night, Louis threw out a final question. “Is Smoke upstairs?”
Bo’s body locked like he had been hit with a freeze ray, stiffly turning to face Louis. “Why you asking? You need him for something?”
Just one thing in particular. He wanted to say it so bad but he could smell Bo’s scent. The cool sharpness of it was being undercut by something harsher, hotter. Anger.
“We were texting earlier, but he stopped replying so I just wanted to make sure he was ok,” Louis replied.
Bo looked at him like he knew how big of a crock a shit that statement really was. “Yeah he’s in his room, but I have a question. Louis, do we have a problem?”
“I don’t think so. Do we?” Louis said feigning ignorance.
Bo shifted his weight gripping tightly at the strap of his bag. His body had become tenser than unchewed gum. “See I used to think the answer was no, but this past week has me reconsidering that answer.”
Louis felt almost high, his fear of a confrontation with Bo at war with his delight at being so clearly chosen by Smoke over him. “I’m not trying to stir up trouble. We’re all alphas just trying to help our omega through his heat. I’m just doing my part.”
Bo’s eye twitched at the use of the word “our”. “Yeah but you really seem to be enjoying that part of yours.”
Louis merely shrugged at that. “I mean not to be crass but how could I not? It feels pretty great. I mean you should know right? Seeing as you two are so close?”
Bo moved closer, his voice so low as to be a growl. “I know how he tastes and I’m thankful for it.”
Louis did not move back his pride, locking his feet as he stared Bo down. “But not how tight he feels? How warm? You’re missing out.”
Perhaps that was too far as Louis could smell nothing but Bo. The musk of his anger overwhelming his scent, the strap of his bag near invisible in his invisible bunched fist. Then like taught string something snapped and he stepped back and began to chuckle. The chuckle quickly turned into a laugh and for the first time Louis no longer felt in control.
He shouldn’t have asked but he had just lost a fight with not a single punch thrown and it was rattling him. “What’s so funny?”
That sharp grin was back, clear as crystal on Bo’s face. “Because it all makes sense now. You’re right Louis. Me and Smoke? We’re close. I love him like a brother but the important thing is that I’m not actually his brother. That position is filled, application closed 21 years ago. Nobody is more important to Smoke than Stack. You think you understand what that means but you don’t.”
He laughed again and it somehow sounded even crueler this time around.
Louis felt himself straightening out his posture, sticking his chest out just a tad. “Well you keep on loving him like the brother you’ll never be. I’m not looking to fill that spot.”
“Then what role are you trying to fill then? Be his alpha? His number one?” Bo asked those questions with such mockery it felt like he was talking to Lestat for a second..
Louis knew how to handle such condescension. Don’t give fuel to the fire. He kept it casual. “I don’t know. I’m not thinking that far ahead. This is just sex but who knows?”
Bo giggled, fully stepping into the darkness of the night before circling back. “And that's what the fuck I’m talking about. You don’t know. You don't get it!” He nearly spat out that final sentence. “Smoke doesn't fuck alphas.”
Louis felt his heart begin to pound in earnest. “What are you talking about?”
Bo looked almost manic with glee. “You want me to speak slower? Cuz I can. Smoke doesn't fuck alphas, doesn't let them fuck him. Whichever way you want to phrase it. He would never take the risk. Getting pregnant in the middle of college when he hasn't gotten him and his brother settled rich and comfortable…that’s just not happening. But if you are fucking him, then that would mean…”
“Don’t” Louis growled. He could feel the sweat under his arms, the sweat on his palms, the sweat beneath his bent knees ready to slam his whole weight on to Bo to keep him quiet and not finish that logic train.
Bo finally deflated, if only a tad, respecting the threat in Louis’ tone. “I won’t because, unlike you, I can keep it classy. I’m even pretty good at keeping secrets. Have fun playing your part Louis.” Then Bo turned and walked into the dark of the night. Louis watched him until he could no longer see his shadowed figure. Then stood there even longer. He might’ve stayed there the whole night if not for his phone buzzing in his pocket.
It was Smoke. “You still coming?” Louis did not have an answer.