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Kevin raged in the locker room. He'd already stormed off the court, but it didn't feel like enough. He punched a locker, flipped benches, destroyed whatever he could. It wouldn't stop what was coming, what was already overtaking him, but at the very least the pain was grounding. Nearly a decade of keeping this at bay, and it was all undone in an afternoon. Kevin felt cheated. Surely being on suppressants this long should have some lasting effects, but that didn't seem to be the case.
It certainly didn't feel like the case. Not when Kevin had felt something wet begin to leak while in the middle of a scrimmage with Andrew and Neil. He was just visiting them early, getting some practice in before the rest of his team joined him and he faced the other two men on the court as the opponent, rather than a teammate. Kevin's adrenaline picked up again thinking about the upcoming match. There was no telling how long this heat would last, not when it was overdue by so many years. He slammed another locker.
"What are you doing?" There was Neil in the doorway, face flush from running the court, blue eyes angry and confused, eyes accusing.
There were too many things Kevin could have said, each one more cruel than the last. It sounded like him, but him Before. Before Riko had finally chased him out of Evermore, before Wymack had taken him in, before all the shit went down with him and Andrew and Neil. It was in the voice of an insecure Omega, being constantly told by an Alpha that he was lesser. A worse player, a worse brother, a worse man, because of his secondary sex. And Kevin had believed every word of Riko's vitrol; had clung to it, like it would somehow push him to be better. It didn't matter how good at exy Kevin was, or how polite he was in interviews. He was still second. But now he was queen, and Riko was dead, and Neil hated being an Alpha about as much as Kevin hated being Omega. Kevin wouldn't throw that in his face. Even as his Omega side wanted to shrink beneath that heated gaze, he just couldn't do that to him.
The rational part of Kevin's brain supplied that Neil was still waiting on an answer, and that he had a right to be angry. They had come to the court today at Kevin's insistence, despite Neil having brand deals that needed tending to and Andrew simply not wanting to get up on a Friday. For him to negate all that with his tantrum must have stung. They deserved an explanation. To tell Neil was to tell Andrew and so Kevin took a deep breath; one that would have ordinarily been steadying.
What it really was a mistake, because as soon as Kevin did, the smell of Neil entered his lungs. His mind went fuzzy, and the locker he'd been attempting to destroy became the only thing stopping him from dropping to his knees. Inhaling any Alpha's scent would've made him slick more quickly now, considering the severity of what was coming, but this was worse. This was every detail of Neil's unique scent amplified in a way Kevin couldn't pretend to ignore: his deodorant, the barest hint of it after working out for a few hours, from a sponsor because of course Neil was the kind of athlete that wouldn't take money unless he actually used the corporations product. His emotions: frustration bleeding out over everything else, at Kevin maybe, at the game being cut short definitely, layered over confusion, and underneath it all, anxiety. Kevin let out a half-hysterical, ragged laugh.
"None of this is funny," Neil said, but his voice lacked any heat. It was more concerned than anything. And that was exactly the problem.
If Andrew and Neil had truly washed their hands of him after they started their non-relationship, Kevin wouldn't be able to delude himself into thinking he had a shot with them. But they hadn't. Even after his deal with Andrew had ended, and he and Neil acted completely disinterested or downright disdainful of Kevin, they kept him around. Invited him to Eden's and Columbia. Continued to meet up and practice with him when they could. Texted him when he did well, or to chew him out when he did badly. It made no sense. Neil hated phones and Andrew was supposed to hate everything, so why was Kevin the exception? Even if his wishful guess was right, he was too much of a coward, and perhaps too confused by their arrangement, to brave asking to be let in. Instead, he would pine in silence.
"Kevin," Neil started again, but Kevin raised a hand to keep him from coming any closer. He must look like a mess; slick gathering and beginning to drip down his shorts, still half braced against the dented lockers. It was taking all his will power to not just bend over and beg Neil to take him. It was the kind of thought that filled Kevin with shame, and made his already over sensitive skin go even hotter.
"Don't," he managed. Any other time it would've been a snarl, but it was more a pathetic pant than anything. "I'll get a hotel room-"
"No." This time it was Andrew's voice, and though it startled Kevin, Neil didn't even flinch. The blonde goalkeeper had perhaps been standing there the entire exchange, and Kevin flushed at the idea that he'd just been watching.
"Andrew," Kevin began, trying desperately to piece together a logical argument as to why he couldn't go with them. Go to their shared apartment, where they had put up Kevin for his visit without discussing it first, simply taken him straight there after the airport when he arrived. A place where they'd carved out a home for themselves: a monster and a runaway, living with two cats. Kevin was jealous, he wanted to be with them so bad, their place would be steeped in their scent, he'd feel better there- He shook himself. His thoughts were rapidly spiraling out, and while Neil's presence had helped clear his head briefly, it was driving him wild now. What good is an Alpha if you won't let him touch you? Kevin's instincts screamed. Even though this heat was torture, Kevin had been through torture before. The Nest had, at least, taught him self control. "I can't stay with you." The words were bitter on his tongue.
Andrew stayed quiet, his peace already being said, one word enough to convey his certainty. It was Neil that scoffed and picked up the argument Kevin was inviting.
"That's a great idea Kevin," Neil's voice was steel and acid and if Kevin wasn't already quivering, he was listening to that tone. "Just go to some random hotel, where paparazzi will find you, and announce to the world that you're having a terrible heat. Because let's face it, the best scent blockers in the business couldn't cover you up. Jesus Kev, you reek." It was scathing, and true, and Kevin just couldn't take it. He sank to the floor in a heap. "Not to mention anyone could find you in this state. Hotel's are easy to get in to, and you wouldn't be able to defend yourself," Neil continued, almost growling. You would know. Kevin thought deliriously. He wondered how many hotels Neil had grifted his way into, and how many times he'd almost died in one.
"Plus," Andrew broke in, completely deadpan. "It's rude to refuse us when we're being so hospitable."
Kevin a year ago, Kevin still trying to make things work with Thea, Kevin still under Riko's influence, would have snapped. Maybe raged some more. Told these two men to fuck off. Present day Kevin knows they're right, even if they're being shitty about it. He bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes iron and then, reluctantly, turns his face to Neil.
"I'll need help making it to the car." Andrew ignored his statement completely, and turned wordlessly to walk towards the parking lot. Neil watches him go, and when he turns toward Kevin, his grin would put a wolf to shame. How no one caught he was an Alpha, I'll never know. Kevin thought absently.
Neil had a complicated relationship with most of his identity, but especially his alphahood. Kevin had only heard his qualms in bits and pieces, but he filled in the gaps. What it boiled down to was his father. The butcher of Baltimore had been a sadistic mob boss, and a murderous father. Neil already had to see him when he looked in the mirror and the fact that they were the same secondary sex added fuel to the fire. Perhaps the most. The worst alphas used their status as an excuse for everything, from violence to rape. Neil would never be like that, Kevin was certain.
But the fear was there. That Neil would go into an unexpected rut and hurt someone, namely Andrew. They'd been not-together for a few years, but Kevin assumed that the blond still starred in Neil's nightmares. Even if it had never even come close to happening, Neil wouldn't risk it. Kevin admired his commitment. Too many people were flippant with their secondary sex drive, on both sides. He understood what it was like to be afraid, from the complete opposite perspective.
Riko had told him all Omegas were born wishing an Alpha would just take them, but Kevin knew all Omegas were born terrified. It was instinct, the Master said, and Kevin must resist it. No amount of "resisting" could stop an Alpha from taking what they wanted. Riko made sure Kevin understood that early on, and Thea didn't do anything to dispel the feeling. She wanted a submissive boyfriend, to turn into an obedient husband, and Kevin reached a point where he just couldn't choose to love her anymore. She had been insistent that it was because of Andrew and Neil, and though he wanted to cower and take it back, he pushed through. No, he had explained, it was because she refused to see him as an equal or even consider he could be.
He'd left then, shaky with the knowledge that the only way she could fathom him wanting to leave was because of another Alpha. Her angry scent had made him nauseous, but what churned his stomach more was that some part of him had expected that. Since Kevin had presented, he'd been trying to earn his way to being seen as just as good as an Alpha. If he were perfect in every way, on and off the court, if he bowed to Riko and The Master and Thea, if he dealt with the blows and the regret, they'd love him more. It all just made him more pathetic.
Neil and Andrew saw right through that. Kevin's perfectionism, his obsessive drive, wasn't because he enjoyed being Exy's biggest asshole. It was because that was the only way he knew how to be. Whether intentional or not, they were the first people to break him out of that mindset, if only for a little while. Watching what they could achieve, how they defied the odds, defied Riko, defied everything working against them, gave Kevin something he wasn't sure he'd ever had: hope.
Hope that he could be that way too. Of course, that had been when he thought both of them were Betas. When Neil was forced to reveal his status, Kevin felt it like a punch to the gut. It didn't matter that they scrimmaged when they were younger; everyone is the same before they present. He must've found out on the run with his mother. The idea made Kevin's skin crawl. Mary had done everything she could to force Neil to behave so they weren't caught. How many of those beatings were really for his safety and how many were because once Neil became an Alpha, she couldn't stop seeing her husband? There was no way to know. She had burned, and Neil was still here, still an Alpha, and still nothing like the Butcher.
Despite his small stature, Neil doesn't seem to have any trouble hoisting Kevin up. If he had more strength, Kevin would bitch at him. Ask him what he finds so damn funny about all this. But as it stands, it takes all of Kevin's focus to keep from snuggling closer to Neil and breathing him, the scent of a familiar Alpha, a safe Alpha soothing the burning in Kevin's veins. That would be mortifying. He'd never live it down. Standing already has the slick that's gathered between Kevin's cheeks sliding down his thighs. Neil blessedly doesn't mention it, and Kevin tries to crush down the feeling of disappointment that springs to life at the Alpha being unaffected by him. Biting back a whimper, he does his best to not flatten Neil on the way to the car.
Andrew is already waiting, bored behind the wheel. With some effort and complex maneuvering, Neil gets the striker into the backseat. Kevin let's his eyes slide closed, trying to find something to focus on besides the ache, and the urge to beg Andrew and Neil to help him through his heat. It should be easier to do with Neil next to Andrew in the passenger seat, but he doesn't go to his usual spot. Instead, he shoves himself next to Kevin, who steadfastly refuses to acknowledge the hard on the proximity to the red head is giving him. Andrew doesn't comment, just takes off as soon as the door is shut.
The car hasn't even fully come to a stop before Kevin is moving to get out. He barrels toward the apartment, slick shorts and shaky legs be damned. He needs to get to the guest room and lock himself in there as soon as possible. If he can limit his contact with Andrew and Neil, keep his scent contained in one room, and ignore all his instincts, maybe he can make it through this without making an absolute fool of himself. His addled mind doesn't register for the fact that his "plan" doesn't account for food, water, comfort or any of the necessary supplies he'd need to help himself survive this years overdue heat.
He has to wait; he can't get in. The other two have the only keys, which makes sense, why would they give Kevin a key? He opens his mouth to apologize for basically fleeing the backseat, but Andrew just taps a finger to his lips, and Kevin is silenced effectively.
"What will you -" Neil starts, but Kevin is already gone, preparing to hide himself away. "Kevin." He says the striker's name like a full sentence. It stops him dead on his tracks, hand hovering over the bedroom's doorknob. "What will you need?" The "from us" goes unsaid. Maybe he doesn't even mean to imply it, but Neil has become more intentional than ever in recent years, and Kevin hearing that isn't wishful thinking.
It's like cold water: the shock of realizing, oh. Of course he wouldn't know. He and Andrew don't have this problem. Once again, Kevin's hatred for his Omega side rears it's ugly head. He's not bitter at them, not really, but his resentment must be bleeding into his scent because Neil's brows draw together slightly, and even Andrew is affected, mouth twitching in an almost-frown. It would be an invisible expression to anyone else, but Kevin has learned his subtle cues. He wants to say sorry but he knows neither man cares for apologies when there could be something done about it. They're men of action, so Kevin has to be one too.
"Water," it comes out as a croak, like he's already parched. Kevin's burning up; it's not unlikely that his body is already draining what fluids he did have. "And food. Whatever you make just- leftovers," he's trying hard not to appear anymore pathetic than he already is, but his words are coming out more and more strained and breathless. "And," he bites his tongue. Asking for this might be the hardest thing he's ever done. Harder than fleeing Riko. Harder than telling his dad he was his son. Maybe Kevin is as dramatic as people think, but it feels like the worst thing he's been through when he tells Neil and Andrew: "I'll need a toy. I... I already have one but I left it at my apartment. One with a knot." Andrew's eyes narrow and Neil nods.
"That's not hard," It's almost dismissive, the ease with which Neil determines Kevin's needs will be met. "We can do all of that. There isn't more?" There could be. There very easily could be. But Kevin's brain isn't able to focus on the basics anymore. It's getting too specific, thinking things like: a shirt with your scent would be good, or laying my head in your lap would be nice, or just looking at you both with the love and admiration I have for you openly, without constantly quelling it would be heaven.
"No, there isn't." Kevin's voice comes out a horse whisper.
"I thought Neil was supposed to be the liar." Andrew says, low and dangerous.
Kevin could shoot back something snarky, something to hide behind even more, but there's no words when he searches for them.
"I can't ask for the things I think I need right now." It's brutal and honest and mostly nonsensical, but they can figure it out on their own time. "Thank you." He tacks on, before disappearing into the bedroom.
"Yes or no?" Andrew asks. Neil glances from the stovetop to the kitchen counter, where the blond sits cross-legged on top.
After dropping off water for Kevin, they had changed, showered, and decided food was a good idea. Andrew had been mostly silent while Neil prepared a late lunch, instead opting to grab a pint of ice cream from the freezer. A pint that how sat between his hands, untouched, and melting on the sides. That's how Neil knew his not-boyfriend was deep in thought: he hadn't dug in right away.
"To what exactly?" His blue gaze returned to the pan of cooking meat. This was a more new addition to their game: Neil wanted more specifics. At the beginning, he'd simply been content to take whatever Andrew was willing to give. There were times where he still was, where that was exactly what he wanted, but now there was an entirely new variable: Kevin Day, in heat, a room away.
They'd talked about their former teammate, of course they had. Neither could deny the attraction, but with the way they discussed things, Neil thought they'd reached the same conclusion: that Kevin was out of reach. It had been over a year since Andrew had caught him staring and asked: do you want Day, yes or no? And Neil, mouth dry, heart stuttering, had said yes. Since then, there'd been no movement, and Neil figured Kevin needed time to heal from Thea. Probably heal from a lot more than that honestly, but who was Neil to cast judgment.
Andrew considered the question.
"To giving him one of your shirts, yes or no?" There was a weight in Andrew's cool, hazel eyes. A challenge. If Neil said yes, they'd no longer be locked in a stalemate with their own hangups of what Kevin was ready for or not. The choice had been taken out of the taller man's hands: he was the most vulnerable he'd ever been, and placed messily into the hands of Neil and Andrew. Now it was their turn to make a move, and so Neil made it.
"Yes," he left the pan sizzling, and went to grab one. Andrew's eyes tracked him for a moment, but when he went behind him towards the room, he lost interest. Or maybe he was too interested. Even Neil had trouble getting a read on Andrew, all these years later.
Neil knocked, but didn't add anything. Simply left the garment there like an offering to an old god. Lunch needed his attention anyway. Neither man bothered to pretend not to look when Kevin opened the door though. Two sets of eyes stared Kevin down, amber and ice. When he realized what it was, the dark haired man made a soft squeak. It was in his hand before he thought better of it. He was on the ground, with a shirt stinking of their scent clutched in his left hand, staring right back. Andrew asked:
"Yes or no?"
"Yes," Kevin's answer was instant, no longer weighed down by all his insecurities, completely consumed by his heat. He wanted Neil to be his Alpha and Andrew to be his in whatever way the shorter man was okay with. Belatedly, he added: "Thank you."
"Hopefully it makes things easier." Neil said, and Kevin didn't miss the way his eyes traveled to drink him in. An abnormal heat like this should've smelled sour, like a fruit had rotted from how long Kevin had subdued it, but Neil was looking down at Kevin like he was the meal the Alpha wanted to be having. And Andrew- Andrew was letting him look. Watching just as intently.
"It-" his voice was choked. Kevin cleared his throat, tried again. "It will. Thank you." It sounded just as bewildered and strangled as his first attempt, but his brain was mostly offline, not supplying him with anything except a litany of: Neil and Andrew, Andrew and Neil, NeilandAndrew. He revels in the feeling of their eyes on him, drinking him in, as he slides on the slightly dirty T-shirt. Neil must wear it to sleep, because it smells faintly of sweat and smells heavily of them both. Kevin absently wonders if that means they cuddle.
The door obscures the rest of Kevin, but after they'd brought him water, he'd stripped completely naked. It's not exactly the most pleasant thing to have fabric on right now, but Neil's shirt doesn't chafe him immediately. In fact, it has the opposite affect. Kevin breathes deep and feels his shoulders start to relax. Any other time, he'd be scrambling back, shame winning out over any other emotion. It really should be embarrassing, having Neil and Andrew watch him on the floor, inhaling their scent, half nude and half mad with desire. The only thing Kevin is experiencing is rushing affection. If they called him over, he'd crawl to them. Sure, he'd hate himself later, try to undo it somehow, but right now that isn't an issue.
He wants to ask exactly what he's allowed to do with this shirt. Wants Neil to outline precisely what his intention was when leaving it for Kevin. Wants Andrew to order him to do something with it. Those wants can be tabled for now though. He isn't that far gone. There's still the persistent tiny voice in the back of his head that warns him not to push them too far, because that could mean the end. Kevin would never forgive himself if he lost Neil and Andrew because of something he said or did while in heat. That's an entirely new level of Omega guilt, one he won't stoop to. For now, he settles on thanking them again, even though it seems to be amusing Andrew and pissing off Neil, and retreats back into the room.
There's so much more he'd rather say; rather do. Kevin lets himself play out his fantasies in the privacy of the guest bed. He isn't sure how much they can hear, but he wants them to listen. That's something he could have asked them yes or no to: will you be voyeurs for me? Just the thought of them eavesdropping has Kevin whimpering and fisting his hands in the sheets. His heat makes everything seem urgent; like if he doesn't get a hand on himself or something in him, he'll die. Which isn't true. In between the water and the shirt, Kevin already shot off twice. Then the smell of food cooking reached his oversensitive nose, and he managed to reign it in enough to see what Neil had brought.
Now, if he's going to put aside his self punishment, and actually indulge in picturing Andrew and Neil taking him apart like he longs for them to, he's going to take his time. Well. As much as he can manage. There's still a sense of urgency burning under Kevin's skin, and it's only soothed by picturing a beautiful scarred face and hands moving around him. Andrew wouldn't dive right in, but his intense gaze follows him right into the day dream.
He imagines Neil's deft fingers are the ones gliding through his slick and into his hole, and the scent wafting up from the shirt that's clinging to his heaving chest makes it feel all the more real. Neil would go quiet, once he was inside, and Kevin would worry he did something wrong, crane his neck to look at the shorter man, and there would be a hungry expression on the Alpha's face, concentrated completely on taking Kevin apart. Alone in the guest room, Kevin lets all his pathetic noises out. Neil in his imaginings would be spurred on by hearing him, would fuck him harder and deeper. Would tell him he was good at taking it, and would look even prettier once Neil got him on his cock.
Time dissolved into a haze of pleasure; Kevin rocking himself back on his fingers, picturing Andrew's cool hazel eyes, saying nothing but goading him on, forcing him to put on a show. Even if the blond couldn't touch or join in, Kevin would see his arousal and it would only drive him harder with Neil. In this fantasy, Kevin imagined Neil engulfed by his Alpha instincts, allowed full access to the Omega beneath him, permitted to indulge however he wanted. Kevin could plead and cry all he wanted, but the only thing he really desired was for Neil to take him how he wanted. The scent of the shirt helped make it all feel believable. They had given it to him, trusted him with it, and it was almost enough for Kevin to give himself the best orgasm of his life.
But he couldn't finish. Frustrated and aching, Kevin growled as he stopped his movements. This was ridiculous. No matter how much he squeezed his thighs, or tried a new angle, nothing was sending him over the edge. Running a wet hand through his hair, he imagined Neil trying to soothe him, Andrew making a comment about how he just "needs the right motivation, right Day? That's all you need to be a good boy." God, if only Kevin could actually hear his boys say something tender and filthy like that to him. Needing his reminder of them closer, he sheds the T-shirt and brings it to his face, covering his nose and mouth with the well worn cloth. Neil night have a professional athletes salary, but he still doesn't shop like he does. Kevin's stomach flips with affection at the thought.
Kevin is just about to try again, maybe get some different friction going for his dick rather than just the blankets of his makeshift bedspread, when there's a soft thud at the door. It would be startling, except he knows it's Andrew or Neil bringing him more supplies, because they have been, taking turns every few hours. Though when Kevin turns to the side table, the small blinking numbers of the alarm clock inform him it hasn't been that long. Sure he isn't keeping track of the time very well, but his water is full, even has a spare tucked behind the lamp, and he isn't hungry.
Gently removing the shirt from his face, like it's a precious artifact rather than a ratty tee, Kevin takes a deep breath. No, nothing about his own rank scent has changed to indicate distress. With a jolt, a thought stuck on what they might have left. It would be a relief, and maybe exactly what he needed. Kevin still waited a few minutes, fidgeting and uncomfortable, his pride in shreds, but still there. Andrew and Neil had already seen him mostly naked on the floor. They didn't need an eyeful of him drenched in sweat, with slick and precum spread haphazardly all over his person, and Neil's shirt still clutched close. That might be too much for Kevin to give them without a definite answer on where they all stood; where they would all stand after his heat ended.
Once he was sure the other man was gone, Kevin scrambled from the bed. There was a package on the other side of the door, with a note: have fun. Kevin was sure Andrew had written it. Were they flirting? Was he being flirted with? His mind was too sex-addled to really think it through, and this- This was exactly what he needed; what he'd been missing. When he opened it, there was no actual wrap around the toy, and it smelled faintly of cleaner. He was grateful they hadn't made him clean it himself. Kevin needed it inside as soon as possible. Belatedly, he wondered if Neil had gotten something that resembled his own cock and knot. Kevin hoped so. The idea was too delicious to not run with.
Settling himself back on the bed, Kevin positioned the toy under his dripping hole, and held the coveted shirt back up to his face. It was losing its scent, getting overtaken by his own sweat. He liked how they all smelled together though, and so, with an inhale, Kevin began to take the dildo. It was tempting to let gravity do its thing, and just slam himself down, but he wanted to work for it a little; the fantasy of Andrew and Neil still very much alive in his mind's eye. He wasn't a professional Exy player for nothing, and even exhausted from his heat, his strong thighs could hold up under the exertion.
If it really were Neil, if Andrew was really watching him take his boyfriend's knot, Kevin would put on a show. First he would just take the tip, play with the red headed Alpha until Neil was making sounds nearly as broken as Kevin's own. Then he would let him in, and Neil would curl his hands around Kevin's hips, ready to make him take it all. Licking his lips, Kevin imitated his imagings with the toy: first just teasing, and then pressing in. It made Kevin gasp into the fabric covering his mouth and nose, the thickness stretching him wide. Finally, his Omega instincts screamd, finally filled. But not quite, because Andrew's eyes would be on him, his cock hard in his sweats, but not doing anything about it, and he would tell Neil to wait, to not give in too quickly, and Kevin would sob.
"Tell us what you want," Andrew would say and Kevin wouldn't be able to respond, not with Neil so, so close to being seated inside him. He'd work his hips back desperately, but Neil would hold him there, and lean forward until Kevin could feel him smirk against his skin.
"You're only making this harder on yourself, Kev," Neil would emphasis his joke by wrapping a hand around Kevin's dick, thumb sliding over the head. Kevin does that exact motion to himself and something in him just snaps. He starts pleading out loud, begging for them to fuck him, let him cum, take Neil's knot and make Andrew proud.
"I want everything," Kevin's voice is breathless and croaky from losing spit and moaning. "I want whatever you two will give me, and I want to keep being good, show how good I am, so you'll trust me with more. I know I can be amazing for you both," Kevin squeezes around the toy, because if it was the real Neil, he would do that just to show him. "I've wanted to be your Omega like I've wanted nothing else," This part, this he might never be able to say, but to himself, alone and in a terrible heat, it passes his lips anyway. "You were right Andrew. Exy isn't enough. I need you both. Want-" Kevin gasps as he finally lets himself rock fully back onto the fake cock. "Want you both so bad," he finishes his sentence as a whimper.
Now with it fully inside, the knot catching a little on his rim every time Kevin moves, it's time to let himself cum. Andrew and Neil would be satisfied with his rambling, and the Alpha would start fucking him in earnest. Andrew would say: "We gave you that shirt for a reason, Day. And it wasn't just so you could huff it while Neil pounds you." Kevin would only be able to whine, too turned on by the feeling of getting fucked to formulate a sentence. "We want you to use it, so fucking use it."
Kevin does, bringing it away from his face to his dick, already slick with precum. It's easy to fuck up into his own hand like this: driving back onto the toy and chasing his orgasm.
"What are you waiting for?" Neil would growl in his ear. "Mix us together. Fucking cum already, Kev." And he does moaning long and loud, shooting into the T-shirt.
It's such a welcome relief, and Kevin is suddenly feeling all the exhaustion hit at once, no longer distracted by his arousal. He doesn't even bother taking the fake cock out, his delirious heat brain supplying him readily with the thought: if Neil had really knotted you, you'd have to wait for it to go down anyway. Instead, he rolls onto his side, reveling in the feeling of still being stretched and full, and falls asleep.
"Careful Josten, you look ready to burst," Andrew is referring to the obvious tent in Neil's sleep shorts, and before he can think better of responding to the obvious bait, he shoots back:
"Fuck you." Full of venom and to the point.
"210%." Andrew informs him, raising an eyebrow but otherwise keeping his expression the same. "And I don't think I'm the one you want to fuck right now anyway."
He's right, and Neil shuts his mouth before he can escalate things further. That's not the point of Andrew's goading, and he knows it. Neil's nerves feel fried, and he's on edge, up well into the night. He wishes he and Andrew could just go to sleep, but this isn't like usual. Nothing about this situation is in Neil's "normal".
When he and Andrew are up this late, it's because there's been a thud, and both of them are too paranoid to sleep until every inch of the apartment has been looked over. It's because the cats need attention at an odd hour, and they won't shut the hell up until they get it. It's because Andrew and Neil have a lot of things that haunt them, and waking from nightmares is a common occurrence. The guy he has a crush on going into an overdue heat and locking himself away in Neil's guest bedroom? Not on that list, not by a long shot. So Neil is hard, and angry at himself for it.
Nothing can drown Kevin out: not scent blockers, not Exy games turned all the way up, and Andrew isn't even trying to help distract him. Mostly, the shorter blond has been eerily quiet since they left the knotting dildo with Kevin, and, their senses cranked up to a hundred, had overheard him fucking himself on it. Neil had reached for the remote, to maybe dull the noise, but Andrew had stopped his hand.
"Yes or no?" Andrew's hand is light, and the Alpha knows if he pushed him off, there would be no ill will, no bitterness from his not-boyfriend. But he doesn't. Neil doesn't ask for specifics either, doesn't even contemplate it this time, before saying:
"Yes." And then they're both just concentrating on their former teammate masturbating to whatever heat induced fantasy he's picturing. There's no indication it's about them, until there is. Soon Kevin is talking to himself out loud, and even with the door closed, it's crystal clear to Neil that he's talking like he's not alone. Andrew has his hands curled into fists atop his thighs, and is sitting straight up, the sounds of Kevin begging filling the apartment. Neil's Alpha instincts are screaming at him to grab Andrew and go give Kevin what he so desperately needs and so obviously wants. Instead, he mirrors Andrew's self-control, adopting a somewhat uncomfortable position, and settles in for some painfully erotic listening.
Kevin doesn't last long after his monologue stops, dissolving into pathetic moans, with a particularly long one signaling his climax.
"That's as good of a confession as we're going to get." Andrew says, and takes Neil's face in his hands. "Yes or no?" He's already leaning in, but there's space enough for the Alpha to pull away. He doesn't.
"Yes," When he brings their mouths together, Andrew's tongue is pushing against his lips almost immediately, asking a silent question to be let in. Neil parts them almost on instinct, the feeling of Andrew there grounding him in its familiarity. They pull away with a wet sound, and Neil is left panting in the space between them. The only give away that Andrew is affected is the flush high on his cheeks. Then he gets up, and a few minutes later, Neil hears the shower running. He'll use it once Andrew's finished, but for now he uses the time apart to try and compose himself.
Since then, Andrew had been mostly silent. They hadn't discussed it, but neither man made any move to go to bed, even as the hours ticked by. Maybe Neil was too worried about missing something Kevin needed, his Alpha brain refusing to let him rest in case he missed something, or maybe he was still too wired from kissing Andrew, but probably it was both. Coupled with his swirling thoughts about the situation, it made it easy to forgo sleep in favor of sitting in contemplative silence, until Andrew broke it.
That's where Neil is currently debating between snapping back, and asking what he really wants to. There's no telling exactly what Andrew is thinking, but Neil knows him better than anyone else, and if he wants the red head to make the finally move, Neil is ready for checkmate.
"If I asked for a truth from you, would you give it?" It's been years since they've had to play this game, but Andrew doesn't scorn Neil for choosing to do it this way. Neil should've asked for it months ago, and definitely should have asked it at the beginning of Kevin's heat.
"Yes." His answer is heavy with meaning, a response to the question from Neil, and the one he would have asked next. Before the Alpha can say anything else, the door to the guest room opens, and there's soft footsteps moving toward the kitchen. He and Andrew are by the window, sitting as if they should be smoking, but got sidetracked. When Kevin notices them, he stops dead, and Neil gets a good look at him.
His green eyes are bleary with sleep, his hair mussed to one side, and there are lines on his face from the pillowcase. It's oddly endearing. There's confusion written in his expression, and he probably isn't awake enough to register what he just walked into.
"Nice of you to join us," Andrew says, with the barest hint of that manic delight that was ever present when he was medicated. He's staring as openly as Neil, because if Kevin's scent wasn't enough to get him going, the rest of him is.
Once Neil's eyes make it passed Kevin's face, they keep traveling down. He's wearing the shirt they gave him, inside out and clearly wrestled on, as if when he woke up, he only half remembered to make himself decent. It wouldn't do much for modesty anyway, Neil muses silently, not with the cum stains on it. The Omega's bottom half is completely bare though, and Neil chokes back a possessive growl when he sees the base of the toy peeking out from between Kevin's ass cheeks, like it's a simple plug, and not a full size knotting dildo; one Neil knows the taller man wishes was his cock. There's no reason to wait anymore. Neil needs to make Kevin his; theirs.
As if hearing his thoughts, Kevin's expression shifts into something caught between embarrassment and arousal, but he doesn't leave. He fidgets under their scrutiny, but doesn't move to hide himself.
"Kevin," Neil starts, licking his lips, mouth suddenly dry. "Will you be our third?" Kevin glances between them, to Neil and then Andrew, and back again, waiting for the joke, the punchline. It never comes. Neil is serious about this and Andrew has been ready and waiting. When Kevin answers, his face is all affection and excitement.
"Yes."
~The End~