Weight of Everything Page 8

  It was a good ass, Gage knew. He’d been working on his glutes lately. He gave Ulric another couple seconds. Then he pulled his boxers back over his asscheeks, and lay down on the floor. “There.”

  Ulric bit off his groan. “You can’t be ser—”

  Gage pushed his ass up into the air, and Ulric snarled. He was upon Gage in a heartbeat, grasping Gage, slamming their hips together, his cock a prominent line against Gage’s ass.

  Gage’s instincts told him he was on the wrong end, they told him he needed to turn around, to put his cock inside Ulric’s ass. But he’d promised Ulric. And Ulric panted above him, rocking their hips together, his bulge pushing between Gage’s cheeks.

  It was a lot thicker than Gage remembered. A lot more dangerous. It wouldn’t fit inside him.

  “Take it out,” Gage murmured.

  “I’ll fucking blow if I take it out,” Ulric hissed.

  “Then blow,” Gage snarled. “Do you want this ass, or not?”

  “Fuck.” Ulric pushed harder, and Gage felt his cheeks open up. Ulric’s expression changed. His gaze turned dark, hungry, demanding, a sort of depravity that struck a chord with Gage’s own instincts.

  “Turn away,” Ulric whispered. “I don’t want you to look.”

  “Why not?”

  “Just fucking do it.”

  How many people ever saw this side of Ulric? Gage didn’t know. But he turned to stare at the floor, his entire attention locked onto this man.

  Ulric’s breath shook out of him as he rubbed his bulge between Gage’s cheeks. He stroked Gage’s ass through his boxers, his touch reverent.

  For a long while, that was all he did—slide his covered cock against Gage, back and forth, not enough pressure for anything. Then he grasped Gage’s ass through his boxers, he pressed his thumbs against Gage’s cheeks, trying to open him there.

  Gage stopped breathing. There was a layer of fabric between them. But he still felt vulnerable like that—thin cotton was no match against an alpha, especially one as hungry as Ulric looked.

  Ulric’s thumb slipped lower. For a second, Gage thought Ulric might reach his hole, and Ulric might touch him there. But Ulric pulled away.

  “You’re really okay with this,” Ulric rasped.

  “Yes,” Gage growled.

  He wasn’t sure when his own voice had changed. But he sure as hell heard when Ulric unbuckled his belt. Then came the pop of his jeans button, and the rasp of the zipper.

  Ulric was taking his cock out. It was bare, hard for Gage. Gage knew what it looked like, growing fuller now that it wasn’t being constrained. Growing redder.

  He smelled musk. A lot of it. And he also smelled Ulric’s honey oak scent mixed in with his own.

  Was he horny, himself? He didn’t know. His pulse was pounding everywhere, and Gage figured it was adrenaline.

  Then came a soft pressure, one that rested against his crack. Gage felt the shift of Ulric’s body, he felt that heavy length rubbing against him, muffled through the cotton.

  He’d never touched another alpha’s hard-on before Ulric’s. It felt a lot bigger than he would expect.

  “Fuck,” Ulric whispered.

  The pressure grew heavier; Ulric pushed his cock more firmly against Gage. Heat soaked through Gage’s boxers and into his ass. Then Ulric ground deeper, easing Gage’s cheeks apart with his cock.

  Gage stopped breathing. He’d done this with omegas before. He’d let them feel his cock, he’d teased them with what he would thrust inside. And here was Ulric doing the exact same thing, except now Gage was on the receiving end.

  And holy fuck, Ulric was big.

  Ulric snarled, suddenly. He leaned in, anchoring his arm across Gage’s chest. Then he drove his cock hard between Gage’s cheeks, like how he’d thrust inside, and he forced Gage’s asscheeks completely open. His cock ground against one spot in particular—that had to be Gage’s hole, because it tingled with every thrust against it. Then Ulric snapped his hips, his breath growing ragged as he rutted against where he wanted Gage to stretch for him.

  Ulric groaned, a feral, throaty sound that went between Gage’s legs.

  There was one layer of cotton between them. Thin enough that Ulric could probably tear through it with his cock. What would happen if he broke that barrier? If his head shoved against Gage’s hole, and it pushed inside?

  Gage’s cock grew so thick, it hurt. He didn’t know why. Or how. “Damn it, O’Neil,” he snarled.

  Ulric swore and pinned Gage down, and his thrusts turned desperate, his cock sliding against Gage’s hole, back and forth, back and forth.

  Like how he’d fuck Gage, given the chance.

  “You don’t own me,” Gage growled.

  “Fuck yes, I do,” Ulric hissed. And he thrust, Gage’s boxers so thin that it may as well not be there at all, because he felt the heat and hardness of Ulric’s cock, he felt its hunger and need, he felt the tap-tap-tap of Ulric’s balls against his taint.

  Gage ached. It was only when he reached down to rub the pain away, that he realized he was so hard he could burst.

  Because an alpha was rubbing up against his ass, because Ulric was so close to ripping through Gage’s boxers, and fucking inside him.

  With each stroke, Ulric shoved Gage’s cock against the floorboards. Pleasure twisted up his spine.

  Gage didn’t want to jerk himself off. It didn’t seem right. But Ulric held him down and rutted against his ass, his breathing going ragged, his precome soaking through Gage’s boxers, smearing wet against his skin.

  “Mine,” Ulric hissed. His breathing stuttered. He pushed his tip hard against Gage’s hole, demanding to be let inside. Gage almost yielded. He almost asked Ulric to stretch him out.

  He almost wished... that Ulric would rip through that fabric.

  Ulric swore, his fingers grasping Gage bruisingly-tight. Then he fucked a final time against Gage, and wetness spurted through Gage’s boxers onto his hole, at the same time Ulric roared, grinding the entire length of his cock against Gage, smearing his come all over Gage’s ass, as though he was trying to push his come inside.

  Something broke within Gage. He didn’t know if it was because of Ulric’s pleasure, or his need, or the unexpected mind-blowing hotness of Ulric’s come between his asscheeks. Ulric fucked against him, and pleasure ripped through Gage’s body, all the way down to his cock, electricity jolting up his spine.

  Gage came and came, waves of bliss rolling down his nerves. He could only ride it, his entire body tense, until the crescendo faded and he could breathe again.

  Ulric leaned away, the sudden loss of his heat a shock against Gage’s skin. Gage turned, searching him out. “Where’d you go?” he mumbled. He couldn’t get up from the floor.

  Ulric flushed. “Cleaning up.”

  He was shoving his cock back into his pants, his knot already starting to swell. Gage eyed the redness of it—he’d been right about how it looked. And it looked good.

  Before Ulric, Gage had never thought that about an alpha’s cock before. He wasn’t sure what this turn of events meant.

  “I’ll get you a washcloth.” Ulric wobbled to the kitchen. He returned with a folded-up dishtowel, handing it to Gage.

  The towel was warm. It was exceedingly comfortable, actually. Gage pulled down the back of his boxers; Ulric flushed, yanking his gaze away.

  “Nothing you haven’t seen,” Gage said.

  He scrubbed off the come from between his cheeks, trying not to remember how hot that had been. He probably needed a shower. Then he pushed himself upright, and winced at the white streaks on the floorboards. Funny how that had worked. His boxers did a poor job of keeping come from going anywhere.

  Ulric froze. “Wait.”

  Gage wiped off the come, but he couldn’t hide the length straining behind his own clothes. “I couldn’t tell you how that happened,” Gage admitted. “I’ve never slept with an alpha in my entire life.”

  “Oh.” Ulric’s face turned pink. Still adorabl
e.

  When had Gage started thinking he was adorable, anyway?

  “I’ll grab a shower,” Gage said. “I stink.”

  “Same here.” Ulric looked away, and Gage pulled up his pants, climbing the stairs awkwardly so he could get to the bathroom.

  Fifteen minutes later, Gage returned to the kitchen. The house was starting to smell like delicious cooking meat. Ulric was nowhere to be found.

  Gage prepped the sauce from his mom’s recipe, just waiting for him. He gave Ulric another half-hour. When Ulric still didn’t show up, Gage went back upstairs, knocking on the master bedroom door. “Ulric?”

  “Yeah?” Ulric sounded hesitant. He’d retreated back into his shell again.

  “Can I come in?”

  A pause. “Sure, I guess.”

  Ulric’s bedroom was lit by a large window above his headboard. It smelled like a mix of honey oak and old musk, and bookshelves lined one wall. A fancy laptop stand perched over his bed, surrounded by clothes strewn haphazardly across the sheets.

  Ulric saw Gage looking and tensed, snatching the clothes off. But not before Gage recognized one of his shirts in that pile. It was a robot movie T-shirt his sister had given him one Christmas. “Hey. Do we have the exact same shirt, or is that mine?”

  Ulric flushed a bright red. “It’s, um. I found it when I was doing my laundry.”

  He was lying. Gage had thought it odd that he’d smelled honey oak in his room the other day. Come to think of it, he didn’t remember putting that shirt in the wash. “You took it from my laundry hamper?”

  “I-I was just curious.” Ulric shoved the shirt at Gage. “I was going to return it to you.”

  He looked so embarrassed that Gage’s heart melted. “Naw, it’s fine. You can borrow it.”

  “No, here.” Ulric folded the shirt and handed it over.

  Gage took it, studying the closed-off look on Ulric’s face. Was Ulric planning to steal another shirt from Gage’s dirty laundry, just to replace this one?

  He pressed it to his nose, drawing a deep breath. And he found an odd mix of smells on it—his own pine, Ulric’s honey oak, and a trace of old sweat. And musk.

  It smelled good, if Gage was being honest.

  There was a splotch of something crusty on one corner of the shirt. Gage picked at it, puzzled. He didn’t remember leaving a stain.

  “Shit, shit. No,” Ulric blurted, his face turning the brightest red Gage had seen on him so far. He snatched the shirt out of Gage’s hands. “Lemme wash that before you wear it again.”

  Gage studied him, tickled by this alpha who got so much more embarrassed than any omega he’d dated. “Naw, it’s fine. I can throw it in with the rest of my load. Any idea what that crusty stuff is?”

  Ulric choked on his spit. “Um. I, uh. I spilled something on it.”

  Ah. Gage bit down his smile. “You were getting really worked up, huh?”

  “I—” Ulric looked like he might burst. “Yeah.”

  Before this, if anyone had told Gage that an alpha would jerk off onto his shirt, he would’ve been really weirded-out. But now that he’d gotten used to the idea of giving Ulric sexual favors, now that he’d come just from Ulric grinding against his ass... He rather liked the thought of Ulric being intimate with his shirts.

  It was a bro thing, right? Giving your best friend a shirt to help him work off some steam?

  Gage decided that he could contribute to Ulric’s cause. “Here, I’ll give you this one in exchange.”

  He stripped off the new, clean shirt he’d just pulled on after his shower. It smelled like pork and spices. Better than old sweat.

  Ulric groaned. “No, put that back on.”

  “Why?” Gage scrunched it up, sniffing at it. “Doesn’t smell as bad as that old one.”

  “You need to wear a shirt.” Ulric looked around the room, as though he was trying his best not to stare at Gage.

  So he liked how Gage’s chest looked, too? Gage fought down his smile, deciding to go easy on him. They still had to decide on the results of the cook-off, after all. And after that, the house visit that Ulric didn’t sound so certain about.

  Gage had found that strange. Ulric seemed to come from a wealthy family. Why would visiting some neighbors make him uneasy?

  13

  The Better-Than-Sex Cook-off, Part 2

  Ulric waited until Gage had stepped outside and shut the bedroom door. Then he pulled a pillow over his face, groaning into it. I went and rutted against him. I came all over his ass.

  That had been one of the most glorious moments of his life. Having the freedom to do whatever he wanted to Gage. Ulric had barely stopped himself from burying his face in Gage’s ass, he’d told himself he wouldn’t kiss Gage there, because it was far too intimate.

  But he’d humped Gage’s crack, he’d pushed his cock against Gage’s hole, and even now, the memory still gave him a giddy rush.

  How many alphas got to say, I let Gage Frost feel my cock?

  Except Gage also knew just how twisted Ulric was now. Ulric tried not to think about that. He tried not to remember his mom snapping, It’s just a phase. You’ll grow out of it.

  Maybe Gage would just assume that Ulric hadn’t had an omega in too long. Maybe he wouldn’t think Ulric was a freak.

  Ulric rubbed his face, his heart pattering nervously. Just pretend nothing’s wrong. Fake it ‘til you make it.

  Suddenly filled with the urge to eat something just to escape his anxiety, Ulric bit his lip. He didn’t want Gage to see him stuffing his face. But he also didn’t want to feel this uncomfortable in his own skin.

  Ulric pulled on a dress shirt to hide his body better. He styled his hair, too. And shaved. In fact, he made sure he looked good enough to attend a formal event. And now, at least, he appeared to be in control.

  Then he crept down the stairs, trying to listen out for Gage.

  How was he supposed to act around Gage now? When Gage knew that Ulric had been using his shirt to jerk off? His face burning, Ulric stepped into the silent kitchen.

  Gage was tucked into the corner, the one spot Ulric couldn’t see from the doorway. Ulric froze. Gage glanced up from his phone—his gaze coasted appreciatively down Ulric’s body. Ulric’s heart felt like it might burst.

  Gage smiled. “Hey. Ready for the taste test?”

  Ulric fumbled for a reply. Why did Gage have to be so damn beautiful all the time? He composed himself, checking his own ribs. “I guess. Mine won’t be ready for another couple hours, though.”

  “That’s okay. We’ll taste yours when it’s done.”

  “But that isn’t fair, is it? If we don’t do a side-by-side comparison?”

  Gage winked. “You’ll get extra points for that.”

  Judging by the way Gage’s ribs smelled, Ulric would need every extra point he could get. He watched as Gage brought his skillet to the island counter.

  In addition to being simmered in broth, Gage’s ribs looked like they’d been further stewed in a thick red sauce. When Gage began slicing them up, the meat yielded easily beneath his steak knife, falling off the bone. Ulric’s mouth watered. “That looks amazing.”

  Gage grinned. “Doesn’t it?”

  He laid the ribs carefully on a pair of white plates. Then he slid one across the counter to Ulric. And he waited.

  Ulric frowned. “Aren’t you going to taste it?”

  “I already know what it’s like.” Gage looked expectant. “Ty it and tell me what you think.”

  Ulric picked up a rib—it was piping hot. He couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into the tender meat. Flavors exploded across his tongue. Beneath the notes of oregano and thyme, he tasted peppers and a hint of garlic.

  None of the spices overpowered each other—instead, they’d melded together like an orchestra in his mouth, and the juicy pork fell apart between his teeth in the very best of ways.

  Where had Gage—Gage and his ribs—been all his life?

  Ulric groaned, his eyes rolling back.
He inhaled the rest of the meat and went on to attack the next rib. He licked his fingers and sucked lightly on the ends of the bones, chasing every drop of that glorious, meaty flavor.

  Then he looked at Gage’s plate, feeling guilty for wanting that, too.

  Gage smiled, nudging it over. Ulric stared. “But that’s yours.”

  Gage nodded at the skillet. “Still plenty left.”

  Ulric bit off his moan, carefully picking up a third piece. He knew he should stop. But the moment he sank his teeth into that perfectly-cooked meat, Ulric knew he’d only leave the kitchen when Gage took the ribs away.

  He didn’t want Gage to taste the ribs that were still going in the oven—these had to be award-winning. They’d put Ulric’s attempts to shame. Ulric made himself set down his third bone, licking his fingers clean.

  “There’s one left.” Gage nodded at the fourth rib.

  “That’s yours,” Ulric muttered. But gods, did he want it, too.

  Gage laughed. Then he picked up the last serving, and Ulric’s heart sank. Yeah, that was fine. He should share his food.

  Gage stepped over, wrapping his arm around Ulric’s shoulders.

  “Are you seriously going to eat that in front of me?” Ulric blurted.

  Gage huffed. “Do you think that poorly of me?” And he leaned in, rubbing the juicy fourth rib against Ulric’s lips.

  Heat blazed through Ulric’s face. “What—”

  “C’mon.” Gage smiled. “I want to hear you eat it.”

  “There’s nothing to hear!”

  Gage pushed the end of the rib into Ulric’s mouth. Ulric’s thoughts ground to a halt. Gage had done that. He’d actually pushed his meaty bone into Ulric.

  Ulric tried not to think about what else Gage could push into him. This was just food. Nothing sexual.

  He wrapped his lips around the pork, biting off whatever he could. Its decadent flavor burst through his mouth; Ulric moaned and sucked that meat off its bone, working to get every last scrap off.

  “Fuck,” Gage growled. “Do you suck on meat like that all the time?”

  “Just yours,” Ulric said around the clean end of the bone. Then he realized what he’d blurted, and he wanted the floor to swallow him. “I mean. Just your meat. Your ribs. Fuck.”