The Terms of an Alpha ✔️

n i n e t e e n (m)

[dedicated to RoyaleGates]

Saint woke up to an empty bed, which wouldn't have been a big deal, except it was the middle of the night. He turned on the lamp and spotted Ender on the couch by the window.

"You didn't sleep?" he asked. Ender just shook his head. "Have you slept at all this week?" Saint had noticed Ender's eye bags, but it only really stuck out to him now because Ender's eyes looked red. He looked like he wanted to sleep. Saint pulled the duvet off himself.

"A little. Don't. Stay in bed," Ender said when he noticed Saint getting out of bed.

"Why haven't you been sleeping?"

"Promise me you won't laugh." Now, Saint was curious.

"I promise."

"I've been having really bad dreams."

"Why would I laugh at that?" Saint shook his head.

"It's embarrassing! I'm 21, and I still get fucking nightmares." Ender hugged his knees to his chest. "I literally dread going to sleep."

"C'mon, it's not that bad." Saint stood up and reached his hand out for Ender to grab. Ender reluctantly took his hand.

"I know it's stupid, but I can't stand these dreams." They both made their way over to Ender's California King bed, and Ender reluctantly got under the covers.

"It's not stupid. The cool thing about dreams though is that they're from our own minds. We're in control of them." Ender scooted over to give Saint space.

"Can you not leave until I wake up? I mean I get you have school work and-" Ender began to backtrack his initial statement.

"I'll be here." Saint could see Ender's body visibly relax. He pulled Ender's body closer to him. He enjoyed the smell of Ender's coconut body wash that he used in the shower to clean themselves up. Ender swung an arm over Saint's chest.

"Saint?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember how you said you have 'magic fingers'?" Saint laughed a little.

"Yeah."

"My lower back kind of hurts." Ender didn't need to say anything else.

"From that position, huh," Saint assumed Ender's pain was from the position Ender was in when they were fucking. "I'm sorry."

Saint pulled Ender onto his chest, so he was lying on top of him. Despite finally being able to sleep in a huge bed, they remained close to each other as if they were in Saint's twin bed.

"Don't ever apologize for fucking me like that. But maybe we should put a pillow under my back next time." Saint felt like an asshole, especially because he was starting to feel horny again. They both were half hard and could feel each other since their dicks were only separated by thin boxer briefs.

Saint brought a hand from Ender's hair all the way to his lower back.

"I feel really bad that I hurt you though."

"Saint. I would have it no other way!" Ender said indignantly. With a smirk, he added, "I could totally go for you fucking me like that right now." Ender nipped at Saint's neck.

"You need to sleep," Saint ordered. He used the tips of his fingers to rub soothing circles on Ender's lower back.

"Really?" Ender asked, gyrating his hips.

"Oh fuck, Ender." Saint could feel himself getting harder. He put his hands on Ender's hips to stop him from moving.

"Fine," Ender huffed. "Tell me a bedtime story."