Oliver gasped, lurching forward to pin the alpha between his forearms. “How do you know about that?” He said, squashing their noses together.
Lucas smirked and ran his knuckles over Oliver’s ribs. “I’ll never reveal my source.”
Oliver’s mouth hung open as he pictured the only other person who had been present when he and Matteus nearly burnt down 4 Irving Way. “Julian,” he growled, dipping his head to nip the bite mark on Lucas’ neck. It sent a tremor of pleasure through Oliver’s spine, making his whole body flush.
Lucas’ lips quirked up. “You were saying?”
“I was saying—” Oliver continued. “Julian's a drama queen, and there was barely a fire.” He huffed as he ran his mouth down the length of Lucas’ taut stomach, taking a moment to flick his tongue over the navel piercing. Lucas let out a sharp breath and pushed his fingers through Oliver’s messy hair.
“So says the man who thought he’d developed stress-induced Tourette’s.”
Oliver grinned as he mouthed the soft, dark curls above the alpha’s cock. “I’m telling you, it’s a thing,” he said, licking the tip of his rapidly growing arousal. “And besides, the strawberry buttercream was delicious.”
Lucas groaned as he took him in his mouth, kissing and sucking the engorged head. Oliver smirked around the alpha’scock, before running the tip of his tongue along the weeping slit. “Did you miss me?” He whispered.
Tracing a thumb around Oliver’s ear, Lucas let out a breathy laugh. “More than you could ever know.”
Lucas was still curledaround him as the post-sex haze began to lift. Oliver counted the spotlights as he stared up at the ceiling, listening to the alpha’s steady breathing. Suddenly, two little yellow eyes blinked down at him. Oliver blinked back, convinced he was having some kind of lucid dream. But then the eyes blinked again, drawing his attention to the furry little face staring at him with a baleful expression.
A brown tortoise-shell cat sat on top of the headboard, with a long, pointed snaggle-tooth protruding from its lower jaw. It suddenly yowled so loudly that Oliver practically launched himself out of bed. “L-Lucas,” he said, slapping the alpha’s back. “Lucas, there’s a stray cat in the room,”
Lucas looked up, his eyes half-glazed with sleep. He frowned, then reached up to tickle the cat’s chin. “It’s Sasha.”
“Oh,” he replied, feeling extremely stupid. “I thought she was at your sister’s.”
Lucas chuckled and gently tugged Sasha onto the bed. He tickled her ears, and she bumped his chin with her head in return. “She was. But she wanted a holiday back at home.”
Oliver snorted and sat on the bed. “I see. So, her very first impression of me is whilst I’m being railed by her dad?”
Lucas barked out a laugh, sending Sasha skittering under the bed. “Give her the cat-grass next time you’re here. I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”
“Fucking hell,”Oliver whispered as he stared up at the towering, Victorian mid-terrace house. His eyes were wide as they trailed along the pink wisteria winding its way around the windows. Except it wasn’t justanyterrace house. It was a terrace house in the centre of High Garden, which probably retailed for well over five million pounds.
“Don’t be intimidated,” Lucas said, resting a hand on Oliver’s hip. “It’s quite homely inside.”
His eyes slid up to the alpha, head turning stiffly as though calling it ‘homely’ could detract from the sheer amount of wealth on display. “W-What should I say? Do I introduce myself?” Oliver said, the words tripping over themselves. “But I guess it’s pretty fucking obvious who I am. S-Should I shake their hands or is that too formal?—”
“Oliver.”
“What if they don’t like the gift? They’ve got a whole fucking ancient wisteria climbing up their house. What’re they gonna do with a fucking peace lily? Oh God, maybe I should just return it?—”
“Oliver.”
Oliver bounced from foot to foot. “Wait, youhavetold them I’m coming, right? I know your pai asked if I like bell peppers, but do they know I’m comingtoday? Shit. Fuck. Do they know about the bite? Do they know I gaveyouthe bite? Do they know my parents are alphas? Oh my God, what if?—”
Lucas silenced his racing mouth with a kiss, before tugging at the neckline of his linen shirt. “Yes, they know about the bite. You can’t exactly miss it.” Something about that made Oliver flush. “But we should probably head inside, because in thefifteen minutes we’ve been standing out here, my parents have been watching us from the upstairs window.”
Lucas pointed to a tiny circular pane of glass towards the top of the house. Oliver’s face dropped as he saw two figures waving down at him.
“Fuck, they probably think I’m crazy.”
The door swung open as they wandered up the garden path, and Oliver gripped Lucas’ hand so tightly it was a miracle his knuckles didn’t pop.
“Filho!” a short, dark-skinned omega with long grey hair said from the top of the steps. He threw his hands wide and wrapped them around Lucas’ shoulders.
“Pai,” Lucas replied, bending to kiss the top of his head.
A slightly taller omega with short, salt and pepper hair and thick-rimmed glasses hung in the doorway. He and Lucas shared a nod before they were swiftly shooed out the way.
