It was perfect.
***
Chapter 20
It was weird, but as good as gettingownedby Peter felt, Chad enjoyed what came next just as much. Happy, his body feeling like it was floating, he and Peter snuggled up next to each other on the couch and watched the evening news.
“Are you doing okay?” Peter asked, his arm over Chad’s shoulders. Chad realized he hadn’t been paying attention to whatever they were talking about on the screen, his nose practically buried in Peter’s pit. He looked up to see Peter watching him with an amused expression.
“Yeah…?” Chad said after a while. He felt happy and safe, and Peter smelled amazing. Musky and slightly spicy; Chad couldn’t get enough of it.
“Was that a question?” Peter shifted them both so that Chad was sitting more upright, though still pressed into his side.
“No,” Chad said. “I feel pretty great.”
Peter smiled at him.
“If you start feeling bad, just tell me. You were pretty far gone, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you feel a little weird in a while. It’s perfectly normal.”
“Okay,” Chad said, not really sure what Peter was talking about. When Peter snorted and let him sink back down so that he could mash his face into the side of his pecs, he forgot all about it.
***
Waking up, Chad almost felt like he wanted to cry. The clock on the bedside table read two a.m., and Peter was snoring softly into his ear. He could feel the alpha’s cock resting against his thigh, soft and still intimidatingly large, and for a second he couldn’t breathe.
He felt empty and sad and awful.
Was this what Peter had talked about?Chad hadn’t felt this wrung out since Hell Week in boot camp.
“Can’t sleep?” Peter asked, lifting up on his elbow and looking down at him. Chad could barely see him in the darkness of the bedroom. He shook his head, not quite able to speak.
“Come here,” Peter said, sitting up against the headboard and pulling Chad up with him. Seated between Peter’s thighs, his back resting against Peter’s chest, Chad breathed out a long breath as Peter wrapped his muscular arms around his waist.
“Is that better?” Peter’s voice was right in his ear. Chad nodded, and Peter’s arms tightened momentarily.
“Good. Do you want me to talk or be quiet?”
“Talk,” Chad said, his voice rough.
“I can do that,” Peter said, and Chad could feel him smiling into his neck. “Did you know that when I was a teenager my parents sent me to a military academy because I was so out of control? This one time, I…”
Chad listened to Peter’s voice, zoning out and closing his eyes. He still felt awful, but not as empty as he had when Peter was sleeping. Eventually, the rumble of Peter’s voice sending pleasant vibrations through his body, Chad fell asleep.
***
In the morning, Chad woke up with his head in Peter’s lap. Peter was still sitting upright with his back against the headboard, but his head had lolled back and his mouth was slack and open.
The night before felt more like a bad dream than something that had actually happened.
Then Chad realized what had woken him. Pressing against the side of his face was Peter’s sizable morning erection.
Chad couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it.
About to wake Peter up, Chad had an idea. The night before—with the exception of that weird thing in the middle of the night—had been amazing, but it had all been entirely on Peter’s terms.
It was Chad’s turn to have some fun.
Moving slowly, doing his best not to rouse the sleeping alpha currently serving as his pillow, Chad turned around and slid down the bed. Now he was in the perfect position to lift up on his elbows, lean forward, and lick a wet stripe with his tongue up from the base of Peter’s balls and to the head of his cock.
