“Sweetheart,” Hades murmured, gripping Aaren’s hips and hauling him to his feet. It was a good thing his knot had gone down; his cock slid out easily with a wet sound, leaving a flood of come dripping down Aaren’s thighs. “Get under the covers, wipe yourself down.”
He stuffed a shirt into Aaren’s hands and went around grabbing clothes off the floor. Before Aaren could react, Hades was spritzing scent suppressant all over Aaren’s naked body, then around the room.
Heavy footsteps thumped through the house. Lights switched off as Ballus made his way further in. Aaren panicked harder.
“Aaren,” Hades hissed, shoving him toward the bed. “Get in.”
Aaren lifted the covers and dove under them, at the same time Hades stepped into the open closet. The closet door slid almost all the way shut, but not quite.
Two seconds later, Ballus stormed into the bedroom. “Why the hell are all the lights on?”
He sounded off though, like maybe his nose was stuffed?
Was that why he hadn’t seen Hades’ shoes at the door?
Under the covers, Aaren dragged the shirt between his legs, trying to scrub off any incriminating fluids without catching Ballus’ attention. “Why are you home so early?”
Ballus opened his mouth to reply, except his gaze dropped to the floor.
For a heart-stopping second, Aaren looked at the floor too. Had Hades left a piece of clothing behind? Then he realized that those werehisclothes on the floor, not Hades’.
Aaren breathed a sigh.
“Why the hell are your clothes on the floor?” Ballus asked, kicking at them.
“Um, I wanted to get into bed?”
“Naked?” Despite Ballus’ weariness, lust filled his face.
Crap. If Ballus wanted to see Aaren’s hole now, it would look extremely well-fucked. He might even see Hades’ come inside.
“Why are you home so soon?” Aaren asked again, still panicking. He tried to squeeze Hades’ come onto the shirt. Then he shoved the shirt under his pillow, right before Ballus flung off the covers.
“Feels like I’m coming down with something,” Ballus said, grabbing his own bulge and hefting it. “But I think I will unload before I sleep. You look ready for me.”
“Can we do it in the dark?” Aaren squeaked. “Saves electricity. Also, you won’t have to look at me, ‘cause I’m fat.”
Never, in his whole life, had he used his size to get what he wanted.
Ballus paused. “Yeah, good idea.”
Aaren tried not to do a fist pump.
The lights turned off, throwing the room into near darkness. Aaren thanked every single god and rolled over onto his stomach, facing the window.
This did two things. By keeping his ass away from the faint light coming through the window, Ballus could not see the evidence of Aaren’s tryst with Hades. Except this also lit up Aaren’s face, andHadeswould see all of his reactions from the closet.
Oh gods,he thought.Hades is going to watch this.
There was no way Hades wouldn’t watch.
Ballus stripped and climbed onto the bed behind Aaren. Rough fingers prodded between his cheeks. Aaren clenched to make it seem like he was at least a little tight.
“Oh, you’re wet,” Ballus said smugly. “You were touching yourself, weren’t you, you fat-ass slut?”
A low exhale from the closet, almost inaudible.
Don’t get too angry!Aaren tried to project those vibes to Hades.
