The Two Alphas of Rosewood Creek [MxM]

Chapter 34

⚠Smut warning! ⚠ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

The early peaks of morning rays cast a lazy warm glow through the black blinds as my eyelids tiredly fluttered open to the calls of chirping birds outside the window. It took a few seconds for me to realize I was still at Theo's house, the familiar beige walls of my room replaced with muted gray oxford elegance. It all came back to me now: we had turned on Netflix and ended the night on a rather boring note. I was deep into my show and Theo was fast asleep, snoring in my lap.

Waking up, my body felt almost normal again, as if the numerous painful blows of the previous day had been nothing more than light wounds. Even the bruising had almost faded, and it was insane to think my body only needed a few hours of sleep to heal from such grave injuries. Raising my head, I found some of my drool rolling down Theo's chest.

How fucking embarrassing.

I desperately wiped the spit off his body, taking note how solid but soft his pecs felt. Damn, it didn't seem fair. My eyes caught sight of something monstrous‒‒the infamous morning wood rigid in Theo's pants.

That thing looks too big to be his dick. Again, not fair!

'Remy that's fucking gross! Stop looking at that thing and leave.' River ordered me.

'Calm down. See I told you we didn't do anything. Why can't you trust me?'

'Because I know what's going on in your pants, and I know you're horned up for the guy.'

River was right. I felt a static tingle down below. I was undeniably horny and the thought of being near Theo seemed to get me off. I peeked over again, studying his bulge, trying to decide how many inches it translated to. I hovered closer, using my hand in comparison when a sly chuckle snuck out from Theo's mouth.

"Gah! You were awake?" I starkly accused him.

Theo sat straight up. shifting the messy mahogany strands of his bed hair out of his eyes. "Well, I'm sorry if I find it hard to sleep with the TV on full blast and someone touching my chest for literally the entire night."

"Oh, shit... Sorry."

"Don't be," Theo snickered and quickly leaned in for a kiss. It happened so quickly I didn't know what to make of it.

The soft lapping of our tongues pulled me into a horned daze. I found myself itching for more, my body inching closer to him as he held my face by the jaw, his other hand stroking my frizzy hair. We were so close that I could feel the warmth coming off his body. The intensity was searing, and at that moment I realized his kiss was not enough. I wanted more.

'Remy, stop it! If you don't get your shallow dick off this boy's crusty bed‒‒'

'Shh! Quiet, I'm busy.'

'Busy?! Since when is being a slutty twink in at sunrise hard work? Remy, I am fucking telling you‒‒'

River's voice faded away. Did I block him again? I almost felt bad, but I was tired of things holding me back.

Theo wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning me down as he positioned himself on top of me.

"Are you naturally like this?" Theo chuckled.

"Huh?" I blurted out.

"A flirt, I mean." Theo smirked as he made his way to my neck, rubbing my chest as he coordinated his movements, his touch stirring every ounce of my desire.