Dinner was quiet.

JT thought he’d grown accustomed to eating alone, but with Alec so near, it felt as if they should have been talking. Though exactly about what, he didn’t know. He sensed Alec was nervous.

The omega nearly upended his wine glass two times, once when the wait staff traded their main course for dessert, and again when JT slipped his hand closer to his groin as he palmed his inner thigh. Alec almost spat out his red wine at that point. He spluttered to free his lungs, his hand trading his glass for a napkin.

“You okay?”

JT received a quick side glower for his impish question. He struggled to hide his grin. And since Alec didn’t forcibly move his hand out of the way, he figured he was good right where he was.

Barely touching her decadent chocolate cheesecake, the mistress of the house settled her fork down by her plate, making to stand. “I’ll be turning in.”

Alec stood as well, forcing JT’s hand to lose its grip on the sexy, little omega.

She waved him off. “I can manage, dear.”

Still, on her passing, Alec stopped her and brushed a kiss over her cheek, over the black netting of her face veil.

“Guess it’s only us then,” he said once they were alone. Alec began to pick at the remaining half of his already too-thin slice of cake.

JT cleared his plate, and Alec pushed his away. Grabbing the leftovers, JT finished up for Alec too. At Alec’s stare, he washed the final bite of heavy cheesecake down with his too-sweet wine, and he said, “No point in wasting good food.”

Alec perched his elbows on the table, his hands cradling his deeply tanned cheeks, the brown of his irises the color of the chocolate cream cheese smeared on their dessert plates. He watched him silently, his face void of any telling emotions.

A little unnerved, JT broke the silence, tired of wading through the mire of it. “You traveled to some place sunny lately?”

“I went to Texas. Mostly stayed in Dallas, but I’d go a lot to a beach in Galveston.” Alec cocked his head to one side, as he studied JT with narrowing eyes. “Why? Are you planning our honeymoon?”

JT looked in the direction where Alec’s mother had left. “Does she know?”

“Not all of it.” Alec sighed, lowering his hands and arms to the dining table, his fingers drumming over the table top. “I still also have to tell her that it’s happening. My engagement ring is burning a hole in my pocket.”

“Can’t be any worse than a hard-on tearing through it.”

Alec’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping open. He laughed then, his body jerking forward, head dropping as his shoulders heaved with the gusts of mirth.

JT’s body tingled from the pleasurable sound. It rivaled the moaning and whining from their hotel room. Suddenly, he discovered something else he liked about Alec; something else he hoarded away in his long-term memory for future retrieval, and not entirely for jerking material.

When Alec looked up, he covered his mouth with his hand, shaking his head, his eyes glistening with tears of laughter. Dropping his hand after a spell, he said, “I’d say TMI, but I can’t complain. I feel you.” Then he chuckled, his gaze zipping down. “No pun intended. I meant I get it.”

“The struggle is real.”

Poking out his tongue, Alec said, “Serves you right though. Torturing me backfired on you.”

“Did it now?” JT shrugged. “Maybe the foreplay was intended.”

“And maybe you should lower your voice,” Alec teased. “I wouldn’t want to scare my staff away.”

“I thought they were temporary.”

“They are,” he drawled, “and yet it’s still so hard to find good help who won’t gossip.” He yawned then, his smile softer at the edges, sleep drooping his eyelids. “I had a busy day. I think I’ll probably head off too.”

JT silently followed his lead. Alec stopped by the first room on the left gallery again. “Go ahead,” he said, gesturing that JT should move on without him. He disappeared into the room, presumably his mother’s bedroom, and JT moved slowly down the hall, straining to hear any notes of conversation. His cock thick, he grasped it over his suit pants and massaged the poor fucker.

Soon, he promised. Soon as Alec finished up with his mother, JT had plans to get him horizontal again and keep him there longer, see the morning through together…

But he’d have to be careful and cool his shit down. Next thing he’d be doing was taking this proposal seriously. Dupe himself into believing that Alec cared about trying for a real relationship. Like he needed the responsibility of romance. He wasn’t a hearts-and-flowers guy anymore. A good, hard fuck said a lot more than beating around any bakery for chocolate-molded hearts and pungent rose bushes—it was way less messier too.

Stripping down to the buff, JT threw down on his bed, marveling at how soft the sheets were and the firmness of the mattress. Like the hotel, he fielded more of the luxury awaiting him. It seemed to come as a package with his soon-to-be omega mate.

JT settled in, gripping his cock. He fisted his shaft, his palm massaging the throbbing veins and his bulbous tip, his slit leaking freely now, his abs tensing and his balls sparkling like the Fourth. Stilling his palm over his cockhead, he pushed down into the mattress, locking his limbs. It was the hardest thing to do, keep still when the first signs of his orgasm flared.

There was no way in hell he’d be busting outside of being buried balls deep in Alec. He needed to stuff himself into the omega, just like Alec wanted. It could be their initiation into this craziness of hasty nuptials and baby talk.

As if sensing what he needed, Alec knocked not a second too late—although it certainly felt like a damn long while when JT gruffly called, “Come in.”

It felt like déjà vu, only Alec wasn’t fetching him for dinner, he was walking in on JT masturbating.

Freezing in the doorway, Alec gasped first, and then he stammered, “I-I’m sorry. Shit. I’ll be back.” But he gawked at JT’s long, thick dick all the same, his mouth closing, his body not stirring despite what he said.

“Are you leaving or staying then?”

“Leaving…?” Alec squeaked it out like a question.

It took another long minute before he turned to do just that, albeit slowly.

“Alec,” JT called him back, and Alec faced him, his youthful features raptured by the shock of seeing JT naked and hard again. At least that was what the alpha liked to think was going on in Alec’s head. Moving his hand to pat the spot beside him, he said, “Come here.”

Alec moved from the door into the bedroom.

“And lock the door.”

After the lock clicked closed, Alec’s hesitant steps forward brought him to the other side of the bed. He was transfixed by JT’s cock, his gaze zipping up to the alpha’s stare when JT asked, “Want a feel?”

Alec climbed onto the bed. Without another encouraging prompt from JT, he reached out and brushed his fingers tips over JT’s slit, his glans glistening from his copious pre-cum. The excitement of having the omega near once again, and the shivering delight of his touch, reared him off the body with a groan.

He dropped his hand away, grunting, “It’s all yours, kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” Alec mumbled, but he shifted closer, his knees bumping JT’s thigh, his legs tucked under his butt. He grasped JT’s cock, his soft gasp tumbling out and mingling with JT’s rumbling approval.

“That’s it,” JT said, voice rasping with his desire. He closed his eyes, and he placed his hand at the small of Alec’s back, pushing him even closer, rubbing him in time with his long, exploring strokes.

“You’re slippery,” Alec observed. He shifted again, his hand pumping faster now, his fist alternating in its pressure. First with the tight, jerky hold on the shaft, and then softer, fluttering brushes over his glans. “So wet…” Then, without much warning, he leaned over, his mouth closing on JT’s cockhead.

Opening his eyes wide, JT lurched up, his hand stilling on Alec’s back, the other hand falling over his head and pushing him down deeper. “Yes, fuck. Take that dick,” he broke off with a low growl. Realizing Alec was flailing, choking on his stiff cock, JT eased it up. He cupped Alec’s nape instead, massaging him gently, groaning his approval as Alec took to raising his head and focusing his body-trembling suction on the tip of JT’s shaft.

What he couldn’t suck, Alec gripped and fisted, jerking JT off until the orgasm he’d barely contained bubbled to the fore. When his balls drew up in warning, JT gritted, “I’m going to nut, kid.”

And whether he wanted for it to happen in his mouth, to drink all of JT’s warm spunk, Alec moaned around him, the vibrations rocking him over the edge. With a roar, JT arched off the bed, thrusting deeper into Alec’s hot squeeze of a mouth and unloading his streaming cum into him.

He saw fucking stars.

No. Scratch that. The whole fucking galaxy and then some robbed his vision, his body propelled into the space, his soul remaining behind with Alec…that much he was sure. That was what the omega had done to him.

Then he crashed hard.

Which was how his eyes flew open again after he’d closed them from the overload of sensations, and he glanced down to catch Alec moving his mouth off, taking the last cum shots in the face. He sat there blinking, JT’s cock twitching from the stimulation, his balls drained, his nerve-endings firing off, and his body seizing from the remnants of his tripping orgasm. Like he’d taken shrooms and gone all the way to dick paradise.

Alec wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweater, reminding JT he was still fully dressed.

Tugging at the hem of his sweater, he said, “Off.”

Alec did as he requested silently, his button sweater and plain, white T-shirt soon met by his jeans. Down to his underwear and the dorky black bowtie, he smiled. “What next?”

Aware of his hard cock stretching the cotton of his briefs, JT gruffly ordered, “The underwear, too. Keep the tie. And then come here. Climb me, kid.”

“Sure thing, Jeremy.”

JT frowned.

And Alec blinked innocently once he’d shed the last article of clothing. “That’s your name, isn’t it? I mean, legally, I’ll be Mr. Jeremy Tucker in a couple weeks.”

Alec yelped, his teasing cut short by JT wrapping an arm around his waist and hauling him atop his chest. With his cock pressed flat to his abs, his red glans facing JT’s watering mouth, Alec breathed, “I was kidding. I’ll keep my name.”

“No, I like it. Has its own nice ring to it.”

Alec bit his lip, his hips gyrating forward, rocking to the primal beat of his genes. The need to rut in JT was as strong as the need to be fucked in Alec. It had to be. The only thing that would cool them now was having JT inside of him.

But first…

“Come closer. Up here.” JT clenched his teeth then, resisting the natural instinct to lower Alec over his still-hard, aching cock.

Settling by his head, Alec waited for his next instructions, his smaller body flushed, and his pert nipples staring down JT, forcing him to reach up and pinch them. Alec’s moan encouraged JT to flick the dusky nubs more, imagining them filling up with milk, his breasts puffing up to feed their baby once JT planted his seed.

“Feed me that hard, little prick then.”

“I’m not little,” Alec said, and then he added, more shyly, “You’re just built big…everywhere.”

“Damn straight.” JT gripped Alec’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart and kneading the soft, plump tissue. “Now are you going to feed me dick or do I have to come down there?”

Alec’s short pants grew louder as he gripped his shaft at the base and leaned forward, his tip brushing JT’s lips and then spearing past them, into his mouth. The familiar salty tang of his pre-cum burst on his tongue, and JT grunted, pushing Alec forward by his ass, getting more of that cock inside.

He planned to deep-throat the omega, hoping for even a tenth of the ground-shaking pleasure he’d given him. Tit for tat.

Once he got over his initial reserve, Alec’s wild switch flipped on and he plunged forward, deeper into JT with his rolling hips. “J…T,” he moaned, his breathing more shaky, his hands reaching overhead to grip the ornate wooden headboard. “Yes, ohhh, that feels… g-good…”

JT grinned around the mouthful of hard, thick cock, his own monstrous nine-inch dick stirring from the new stimulation, his balls sagging with a second load of frothing cum he’d be saving for Alec’s tight pucker. Later, he promised himself. Right now, he wanted Alec on his tongue, filling his belly warm, and then he’d take him hard and fast, claim that ass like he should have after their fateful meeting three years ago.

Sucking harder and faster, hollowing his cheeks to add friction, JT tested a finger at Alec’s backdoor. Sure enough, the puckering flesh there squeezed at his languorous tapping, and then he pressed forth, tired of the teasing.

That one finger had Alec hollering his name. “JT! Oh, fuck,” he moaned then, as JT slipped his single digit in and out, massaging the warm, pulsating walls of his ass, stretching his sphincter, testing a second finger—

“JT,” Alec cried out, his wail stretching on, his body arching, his hips caught between pushing back on JT’s fingers in his ass and thrusting into his mouth further. In this conundrum, he came hard, his cum filling JT’s mouth, threatening to overflow if he didn’t swallow fast enough.

Draining him, JT moved his mouth off, his tongue dashing over his slit, digging in to savor the taste of Alec.

“Enough,” Alec moaned.

JT peered up at him, grinning. Alec yawned, his eyes drooping. Lifting off his knees, JT had to maneuver his omega mate before he passed out from the fatigue of the orgasm. A moment later, Alec closed his eyes and his breathing evened, his beautiful face relaxing.

“Figures, you’d fall asleep when it was getting good. Leave me hard for you.” JT chuckled, brushing a kiss over Alec’s forehead and drawing the bedsheets over them. “Save it for our honeymoon night then.” He pulled Alec in closer, and yawning loud and wide, he dropped into the same fitful sleep that had carried off his lover so swiftly and soundly.