Chapter 101: Slick for My Alpha Best Friend -1

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"If you keep staring at that screen, your eyes are going to freeze like that," Andy’s voice broke through the quiet of our shared living room.

I didn’t even look up from my laptop, though I could hear the familiar rustle of his gym bag hitting the floor near the doorway.

"I have three more Chapters to read before midnight, Andy," I muttered, rubbing the bridge of my nose as the words on the screen started blurring together.

"Some of us actually care about keeping our GPA above a bottom-tier pass."

A low, familiar laugh rumbled from his chest as he walked across the rug, dropping his heavy frame onto the couch right next to me.

The entire cushions dipped under his weight. Instantly, the faint, comforting scent of fresh pine and rain—his natural Alpha scent—drifted over, wrapping around my senses like a warm blanket.

We had been best friends since our freshman orientation three years ago, when we were paired up as roomies by complete accident.

Back then, before his Alpha traits fully settled and before my Omega designation hit me late during sophomore year, we were just two guys sharing cheap pizza and stressing over basic general science courses.

Now, sitting this close to him, my body reacted before my brain even had time to catch up.

A quiet, betraying wave of heat settled low in my gut, thick and sudden, then dropped straight between my legs. My hole clenched around nothing. A warm pulse of slick dampened the inside of my briefs, and my cock twitched against the seam of my sweats, already half-hard from nothing more than the press of his thick thigh along mine and that familiar Alpha scent curling into my lungs. I had to clamp my jaw shut to keep from letting out a soft, needy sigh right into his shoulder.

"You’ve been sitting in this exact spot since four PM, Pete," Andy said, his broad hand reaching over and casually slapping the top of my laptop screen shut.

"Hey!" I protested, finally looking at him.

Andy was leaning back against the cushions, his dark hair damp from a post-workout shower, wearing a gray t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest and arms.

He was looking down at me with that stupid, easygoing smirk he always wore whenever he knew he was pushing my buttons.

"You’re taking a break," Andy stated, his tone relaxed, but with that underlying, quiet Alpha authority he never used on me unless he meant business. "I bought takeout from that Thai joint down the street. It’s sitting on the counter."

My stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl right on cue, betraying me instantly.

Andy’s smirk widened into a full grin, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "See? Even your stomach knows I’m right. Get up."

"I hate you," I grumbled, pushing myself off the couch, though the smell of peanut sauce coming from the kitchen was already making my mouth water.

"No, you don’t. You love me," Andy called out behind me, kicking his feet up on the coffee table like he owned the place.

I paused near the counter, my back turned to him as I reached for the plastic bags.

He was right, of course. I did love him—far more than any Omega should love his straight-laced, unsuspecting Alpha best friend who still thought of me as the guy who used to steal his socks.

As I pulled out the food containers, a sudden, sharp spike of heat shot straight down my spine, making my knees buckle slightly against the kitchen cabinet.

My breath caught in my throat. My heat wasn’t supposed to be due for another three weeks.

The heat bloomed low and deep, flooding my hole with another rush of slick that soaked through the thin fabric of my briefs. My cock hardened fully, straining against my sweats, and every breath I took only pulled more of Andy’s pine-and-rain scent into my lungs, making my empty hole twitch and clench with a shameful, aching need to be filled.

I reached up, pressing a hand against my scent patch at the side of my neck. It felt unusually warm, damp with a fresh bead of sweet, slick-laced scent that was already beginning to seep past the edges, thick and obvious, advertising exactly how wet and ready my body was becoming.

"Pete?" Andy’s voice suddenly sounded closer, his casual tone dropping into something sharper, more alert.

I heard his heavy footsteps crossing the hardwood floor toward the kitchen, his Alpha instincts picking up the subtle change in the air before I could even try to cover it up.

I froze as his footsteps stopped right behind me, the air in the tiny kitchen growing thick and heavy in a matter of seconds.

The heat pooling in my lower stomach wasn’t just a mild warmth anymore, it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of hot liquid straight into my gut, making my thighs go instantly soft and weak.

A heavy, embarrassing dampness soaked right into my briefs, and my heart started hammering against my ribs so hard I could hear it ringing in my ears.

My body was completely ignoring my brain, hyper-aware of how massive he was standing just inches behind my back.

"Pete," Andy’s voice came out lower this time, stripped of all that playful banter from a minute ago.

I couldn’t even turn around. I kept my hands gripped tight on the edge of the kitchen counter, my knuckles turning white because I knew if I let go, my knees were going to give out completely.

My throat felt desert-dry, and my skin was burning up like I had caught a sudden fever, every single nerve ending on high alert.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, his hand coming up to rest flat between my shoulder blades.

The moment his warm palm touched my shirt, a sharp, electric jolt shot straight down my spine, making me let out a tiny, high-pitched gasp before I could clap my hand over my mouth.

The pine-and-rain smell rolling off him flared up, completely swamping my senses until my head spun. It felt like my whole body was screaming at me to lean back into his chest and let him take over.

"Shit, Pete... you’re burning up," Andy muttered, his fingers pressing a little firmer through my cotton tee.

He didn’t pull his hand away. Slowly, he reached around with his other hand, his fingers lightly brushing against the side of my neck where my scent patch was peeling at the edges.

The gentle scrape of his calloused skin against my overheated neck sent another wave of wet heat straight down to my dick, making it throb hard and heavy inside my sweatpants.

Shame and pure, unadulterated desperation hit me all at once. I turned my head just enough to look at him out of the corner of my eye.

His dark eyes weren’t lazy or relaxed anymore; they were dilated, tracking the heavy rise and fall of my chest with an intense, razor-sharp focus that made my stomach do flip-flops.

"Andy... I think my heat is starting," I choked out, my voice raspy and trembling so badly I barely recognized it.

"You need to... you need to step back."

Instead of moving away, Andy stepped a fraction of an inch closer, his broad chest lightly brushing against my shoulder, his heavy Alpha presence pinning me right where I stood.

Andy didn’t budge. He stayed rooted right behind me, his heavy chest pressing against my back while his hand slid up from my shoulder blade to cup the back of my neck.

My breath hitched sharply as his thumb brushed over my sensitive pulse point, right where my scent patch had completely unpeeled.

The sweet, heavy stench of my slick-laden Omega heat burst into the tiny kitchen, filling every inch of the space between us.

My body went instantly rigid, my dick throbbing so hard inside my sweatpants that pre-cum leaked out, soaking straight into the fabric.

"You want me to step back?" Andy murmured, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and thick with a sudden, dark Alpha weight that made my knees buckle.

"Yes... Andy, please," I whimpered, but my actions completely betrayed my words.

Instead of pushing him away, I leaned back into his chest, letting his broad frame support my weak, trembling weight.

My hips instinctively shifted back, my bare ass pressing right against the front of his jeans.

I felt him freeze for a split second before a low, involuntary growl rumbled deep inside his chest.

Andy’s hand tightened on the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling into my hair and pulling my head back until my throat was completely exposed to him.

He leaned down, his hot breath washing over my bare skin right near my collarbone, making my skin break out in intense goosebumps.

"You’re lying, Pete," Andy purred against my ear, his broad arm wrapping tightly around my waist, pulling my hips flush against his. "Your scent is practically begging me to touch you."

"I... I can’t think straight," I gasped out, my hands flying up to grip his forearm as another sharp wave of heat crashed through my gut.

My entire body felt like it was melting from the inside out.

All the years of hiding my crush, all the times I had pretended not to notice how built he was or how good he smelled - it all evaporated into pure, raw desperation. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to stop being my sweet, easygoing roommate and just take what my body was offering.

"Look at what you’re doing to me," Andy growled, nudging his pelvis forward just enough for me to feel the hard, solid length of his cock pressing firmly against the dip of my lower back through his denim.

A high-pitched moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, my fingers digging into his skin through his t-shirt.

"We’ve been friends for three years, Pete," Andy whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as his hand on my waist began to slide down toward the waistband of my sweatpants.

"If I touch you now... if I help you through this heat... it changes things. You understand me?"

"I don’t care," I sobbed out, turning my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his heavy pine scent until my brain went completely fuzzy.

"Just... please, Andy. Don’t leave me like this.