Carver fought a grimace. He didn’t like being reminded of the fact that Peter was a criminal.
“Sure,” Carver said, nodding. He had no idea what to say. “So, did you sleep okay?”
“I slept fine,” Peter said, shrugging.
Just then, Tex came into the room. He dropped down on Peter’s other side and pushed him into Carver’s body. He reached over and grabbed Carver’s arm, lifting it up and shoving Peter under it.
Carver would have protested, but it felt nice to have Peter tucked under his shoulder like this—no matter how tense the boy was.
“That’s better,” Tex grunted, satisfied. He kicked his bare feet out in front of him and crossed them at the ankles, leaning back and letting his hand rest on Peter’s thigh. He turned his head and looked at Peter with a grin. “You okay there, Peter?”
Peter swallowed audibly and nodded. “I’m fine,” he croaked.
Looking down, Carver could see that Peter had an erection, and the sight of it only made his own cock that much harder.
“Do you want some help with that?” Tex looked pointedly down at Peter’s crotch.
“What?” Peter’s voice was strangled. Tex grabbed the empty bowl that Peter was cradling on his lap and put it on the floor next to the couch.
“We could jerk you off, if you want? It doesn’t have to go any further than that, and it might help with some of that tension in your shoulders.”
“No, I’m good.” Peter was blushing furiously, hands in his lap trying to cover the bulge there.
“That’s fine,” Tex said, easygoing. “Though how about Carver give you a little shoulder rub. You really do look pretty tense and his hands are magic.”
Carver had to grit his teeth; his cock was so hard. It pulsed against the stiff denim of his jeans, the large outline of his shaft and cock-head on obscene display.
“That would be… okay, I guess.” Peter sounded dubious, but Carver wasn’t going to pass up the chance to get his hands on the boy with his consent.
“Move down on the floor,” Carver ordered, the words coming out more commanding than he’d intended. Peter’s breath hitched, but he obeyed, sliding to the floor and sitting down in front of the couch.
Carver’s balls pulled tight at the image of the young omega on the floor in front of him.
Tex caught Carver’s gaze and licked his lips, his hand moving down to grope his bulge as he waited for Carver to get started.
Lifting his leg and sliding over, Carver moved so that Peter was between his legs, his muscular thighs bracketing the boy’s much smaller body. He leaned forward and put his hands on Peter’s shoulders, kneading them softly at first and then getting more aggressive as the tense knots loosened up and Peter relaxed.
Carver never wanted it to end. Peter was pliable, and his skin was soft, and the way he whimpered when Carver went to work on a particularly stubborn knot went right to his cock.
He couldn’t wait to hear Peter make these noises when he was fucking him.
After a while, Carver found himself not so much massaging Peter’s shoulders as he was languidly groping them.
He knew he should probably stop, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go.
The room was silent other than their heavy breathing, the sexual tension palpable. Moving his hands up, Carver let his fingertips trace the shell of Peter’s ears, ghosting over the skin at his temple before moving into Peter’s sleep-tousled hair. So gentle that he was barely touching, Carver massaged Peter’s scalp in little circles with his fingers, his cock so hard in his pants that it felt like he was going to explode.
He couldn’t help himself. Hands remaining in place, fingers working their magic, Carver scooted forward, bringing his crotch closer and closer to the back of Peter’s head.
The moment when his bulge came into contact with the vulnerable omega, Carver thought he was going to come right there. He didn’t move an inch, the light pressure agonizingly good, but then Peter leaned his head back and Carver was done for.
His gut clenched as thick spurts of come shot out of his trapped cock, soaking his jeans, each pulse of his cock making his whole body clench with pleasure.
“Well look at that,” Tex said, his voice low and heated. “I haven’t seen you come in your pants since we were fourteen.”
Peter stiffened, but he didn’t move away.
Carver grunted, words escaping him. Peter was still leaning back into the V of his thighs, the pressure teasing his sensitive cock and keeping him hard.
