Chapter Ten
Randy
I don’t know why I had it in my mind we’d do it for the first time in my building. Since we still had a long way to go before our own apartment was ready to inhabit, the logical place for us to have any privacy was Titus’s home/office.
We had a crew working on the new medical offices on the second floor for him as well, so our lives were very busy. Nixon’s recovery was slow enough to scare me, and I’d even offered to get rid of the bees, despite how much I’d hate that. My mates came first, but Titus said Nixon’s general poor health was the biggest reason for his slow recovery and the very large number of stings for the reaction, and he had a plan to help ensure that Titus did not react that way again.
We were doing everything we could to build him up, and he’d already eaten enough for three grizzlies fattening up for hibernation. Titus said that was fine, too.
He said everything was fine, but he said it with such sincerity that my worries went away all on their own. Almost magically. I thought it might be a doctor thing. His patients were very lucky.
Titus’s apartment was on the second floor of a building just a few blocks away, in a mixed-use zone but a higher rent one. He’d save a fortune when he moved in with us full-time and sublet this one for the duration of his lease. So far, I’d refused to let him pay for anything in the apartment renovations—he’d need the money for the new medical offices. I’d seen some of his lists of equipment he was purchasing and couldn’t even pronounce it, much less imagine the cost.
Titus slid his car into a numbered slot in the underground garage and clicked the key fob, turning off the engine. “Home sweet home,” he announced. “At least for another month or so. But don’t expect too much. The offices are fine, the living quarters are subsistence at best.”
I followed him into the elevator, and we exited on a hallway carpeted with big pink cabbage roses on a green background. The walls were silvery gray, the lighting small chandeliers and sconces. “Well, the building isn’t subsistence.”
Nixon walked between us, a spot I’d noticed he favored. A number of things had surprised me this morning. First, our omega tells us he’s a virgin...then he wants to watch us. Our first time together. I felt like a virgin myself, watching the tall doctor stroll along, fishing his keys out of his pocket as he went. A small brass plaque on the door he stopped at said, Medical Offices. “Come on in. I’ll introduce you to my assistant and let you into the apartment through the connecting door. Good morning, Sheila.”
The blonde bent over a laptop behind the curved counter was at least seven feet tall and had a distinctive Adam’s apple. Also, not quite human eyes and a bright smile. “Good morning, Doctor. I was just about to call and tell you to take your time. Mr. Hampres canceled.”
“Again?”
“Yes, sir.”
Titus sighed. “And his excuse this time?”
“He lost his keys. Can’t drive.”
The doctor’s laugh rang out. “He lives upstairs.” He shrugged. “Ordinarily, I’d chase him down. My patient is in his eighties and likes the attention. Oh, where are my manners?” He waved to each of us in turn. “Sheila, this is Randy and Nixon, my mates. Mates, meet Sheila.”
She hopped up from her seat, a kangaroo for sure. “Good to meetcha,” she said, shaking our hands over the counter. “Doctor tells me we’ll be moving shop soon.”
I nodded, returning her grin. “To my building, yes. I hope you’ll be happy there.” This was a very nice office, with modern furnishings and floor-to-ceiling opaque windows that let in muted light.
“Wherever the doc goes, I follow. We go way back he and I, and I’m delighted to see the man happy finally.”
There was a story there, but I’d get it later.
Titus opened a door behind the reception area. “Follow me, mates. Sheila, we’ll be tied up until my next appointment, things to do.”
She snorted, and I tried not to look in her direction. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she called as the door closed behind us.
“There isn’t time,” Titus muttered. “Right this way! We’ve only got a half hour before my next patient arrives.”
With so little time, I shelved the idea of putting on a “show” for our omega, but no sooner were we in the sparsely furnished apartment living room, than Titus was hustling us through yet another door into a bedroom furnished with a bed, no headboard, a small dresser, and a wooden chair in the corner. Not even a picture hung on the wall.
The double bed—not big enough for the three of us to spend a night, so looked like we’d be sleeping in my bed while our new home was finished—was made up neatly enough with plain white sheets and a brown comforter, one pillow. Yeah...he needed us. We stood there, looking at the bed as if it would grow or something. I knew Titus well enough now to recognize it was not a lack of funds that made his life so...blah. It was more like a waiting room than a home. Waiting...for us.
“Where is your TV?” Nixon asked, peeking in a closet as if he’d find it there. “This place is not much better than when I lived rough.”
His dismay and pity were adorable and broke the tension. “Yeah, alpha.” I elbowed him in the ribs. “How do you play video games?”
Nixon perched his fists on his hips and stared at him. Our omega loved gaming. So did Barry, who had invested in all the latest gaming tech. I thought he’d be wearing VR glasses all the time if someone would just put food in front of him and a fork in his hand every couple of hours.
Titus cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t want to end our relationship when I tell you I don’t play any video games.”
Nixon’s lips moved for a moment before any words emerged. “I-I-ummm.”
I slung an arm over Titus’s wide shoulders and gave him a squeeze. “Sorry, Nixon. Me, either. Well, almost never.” Despite the size of the bed, it was looking pretty good, Titus’s body heat rose under my arm, his hip against mine firm, and the idea of Nixon watching us together didn’t sound too bad. I’d rather all three of us were together at once, but our omega needed a little more time to heal, and also maybe watching us would make him feel more comfortable when we did all three of us complete the physical act. I mentally rolled my eyes. Titus should be the one thinking clinically about all this.
My cock ached to be free and plunge into either one or both of them. The fact we had a lot of time ahead of us didn’t matter. Now. Only now mattered. Bonding together in all ways. Reaching out with my free arm, I drew Nixon in, wrapping both my men tight against me. I kissed Titus first, his firm lips opening under mine, tongues twining for a moment before I kissed Nixon. Then they kissed. All kissing, nothing more, but with each one, I felt closer to them, my heart warmer, soul happier. Cock harder.
Finally, we broke apart, panting. Just from kissing… Giving Nixon a wink, I pushed Titus onto his bed and dropped to my knees in front of him. His scrub ties were knotted, and I cursed, earning a chuckle from Nixon who had eased down to sit beside Titus, resting a hand on his thigh. I worked the string with my clunky beekeeping fingers and finally gave a sharp yank.
“Hey, you broke it,” Titus protested in a hoarse voice.
Tilting my face up, I met his gaze. “Want me to stop and go get them fixed?”
“Not unless you want me to die.”
“Thought not.” I urged him to lift his hips and slipped the pants to his knees, freeing the long, smooth cock I’d been dying to get my lips on. Gripping the shaft, I opened my mouth wide, still watching his face as I closed my lips over the deep-red head and lapped away the droplet of salty pre-cum. Mindful of the time, I sank deep, sucking hard as I bobbed up and down, swirling my tongue, scraping my teeth, and cupping his balls in my palm. He’d come before his next appointment.
Nobody wanted him to die.
Nixon sighed, and I arched a brow at Titus. Our omega might not be 100 percent, but he should be strong enough to let us suck him off.
My dick twitched, but it would have to wait. I sucked harder, taking the tip into my throat before retreating. If this kept up, I’d be coming without any touching at all.
I picked up the pace, sucking harder, wanting to be sure Titus got his pleasure before work took him away. So aware of Nixon watching...
Titus dug his fingers into my hair, guiding me, everything speeding up faster and faster. Titus poured his cum down my throat. I slowed, lapping gently to get all of it, swallowing it down, loving the taste, the contact, the salty heat.
A buzzer sounded, and a voice burst into our little cocoon. “Doctor, your patient is here.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be out in a moment, Sheila.” Bending, he kissed me then turned and did the same to Nixon. “My intercom. Duty calls.”