The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter One

Chapter 1

Troye

I have never been more infuriated in my entire 17 years of existence.

Why, you may ask?

One word. Six letters.

Dallas.

I was just trying to fulfill my hygienic needs and take a much-deserved hot shower after my three hour soccer practice in the freezing rain. The water cascaded down me, easing my numb body. All was well in the world. Until I got out.

My towel? Gone. My clothes? Absent. Bathrobe? Don’t even own one.

I was stark naked in the middle of the linoleum downstairs bathroom floor, not even in the comfort of my personal one. (My shower was being fixed).

You are probably asking yourself, Troye, why don’t you just casually walk through your family room to get the staircase and go up to your room, I mean it is your house!

But, alas! You have forgotten one minor detail in the story of my life. I am no longer an only child. My estranged stepbrother decided he would leave his mother’s house in California and just set himself up right in our guest bedroom.

Oh and guess what else my new brother has brought me?

Seven.

SEVEN OF THEM.

SEVEN OF HIM.

Seven of most tall, dark, handsome, and muscular teenagers you will ever lay eyes on.This would be all well and good if I loved football, ate beef jerky, and whored around with women. But, as Dallas has so graciously reminded me every morning for three straight weeks, I am “a dainty little fairy boy”.  

Apparently The Seven are Dallas' "pals" from California, but I think they may be running a male stripper organization. But hey, who knows?

So now, as eight of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever jacked off to are sitting in my home- the living room to be exact- and I am naked in the bathroom with no clothes and quite a lot of shame, you can see the problem.

“DALLLLLASSSSSS!” I shrieked, desperately trying to hide my manhood with the unfortunately drab blue curtain.

“Coming my sweet brother!” I heard the grunts of the other seven cavemen as he made his way towards my voice.

His head popped into the doorway.

“Oh good heavens my little angel!  Why, you have gone and gotten yourself in quite the tizzy! No clothes! Oh Lord please forgive my sweet brother and his promiscuity! In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.”

Despite his frighteningly good mock Southern accent circa the 1700s, I was royally pissed.

“Dallas Austin Chamberlain I swear to the mighty heavens above, if you don’t bring me a towel by the time I count to five I promise I will make sure every single slim jim in this house never sees the light of day again!”

He grinned.

He just. I can’t. What.

“One.”

His grin broadened.

“Two.”

And broadened.

“Three.”

He didn’t move an inch.

“Dallas, my threats are not empty.”

Didn’t. Fucking. Move.

“FOUR DALLAS I AM ON FOUR!”

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, and he still hadn’t moved a bit.

“Five,” I deadpanned, praying to every religious figure I’ve ever heard of. Virgin Mary please don’t expose my innocence to these frighteningly grown 17 year old boys.

He was quicker then I could even see. Suddenly the curtain was ripped off the rod with such force I could only assume his secret identity was Hulk Hogan, leaving me as pure and unclothed as the day I was born. 

“Oops?” He smirked once more, just staring at me with the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You better fucking run.” It was practically a whisper coming from my mouth but his smirk faded and he turned from the doorway immediately. He knew I was fast. Hell, I was faster than him.

And boy did he hate that.

Despite the current state of my body, I sprinted out after him, completely forgetting the Seven in the living room. He had turned over chairs so I would trip, but I am no match for this tomfoolery, even naked.

“Come and get it Troye baby!” My neck snapped to the direction of Dallas’ voice. He was standing on top of one of the couches, dangling a towel in front of his face.

He is so going to regret this.

I barred my teeth and lunged for it before he could even move. I felt myself hit the floor, but luckily with the towel in hand. I quickly rolled over and stood up. All fourteen pairs of the Seven’s eyes were latched on to my little area below the waist. One of them- I think his name was Sam- licked his lips. I smirked, grabbed the towel, carefully tied it around my waist and turned to Dallas.

He had this look on his face. I don’t even know where to begin in describing it. His eyes were darker than usual, and eyebrows twisted up into what looked like surprise. His lower lip was sticking out, his chest heaving- he was out of breath.

“Dallas,” I said casually, nodded my head in his direction, and then turned to face the Seven. “Always nice to see you guys.”

A couple of them mumbled “you too” but most of them were still shocked I had actually sort of won against Dallas. They practically treated him like a God, and he treated them like peasants. Except for Sam. Sam he regarded as an equal, or at least someone a little closer to the status of himself. He’s a narcissistic asshole, but what am I gonna do about it?

Absolutely nothing.

So I hiked up my towel, and fucking strut out of that testosterone filled room like it was my job.