Chapter 8: The Hesitant Alpha
The door clicked shut behind them, muffling the distant thump of bass from another part of the house. Derek’s bedroom felt instantly different from the common room chaos – quieter, darker, charged with a different kind of energy. Carmelo’s back hit the solid wood, Derek’s body a warm, insistent pressure against him. The scent of him – clean sweat, cedar soap, and that underlying, heady sweetness unique to Omegas – flooded Carmelo’s senses, sharper and more intoxicating than he’d imagined. Derek’s lips were demanding against his own, teeth grazing, tongue hot and exploring with a confidence that surprised Carmelo, given the rumors Benito had whispered about his… availability.
Carmelo groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. His hands, large and calloused from weights, slid around Derek’s narrow waist, then lower, gripping the firm swell of his ass through the thin cotton of his sweatpants. Derek pressed harder, grinding his own obvious erection against Carmelo’s thigh. “Been thinking about this?” Derek murmured against his mouth, breath hitching as Carmelo squeezed.
“Yeah,” Carmelo rasped. It was an understatement. The image of Derek in the common room last night, kneeling, mouth stretched wide, face glazed… it had haunted him all day. And now, here, pinned against Derek’s door by the Omega himself? It was hotter, messier, more real. “Benito talks too much. But yeah.”
Derek chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a fresh jolt to Carmelo’s cock. “He does. Loudly.” He pulled back slightly, those impossibly green eyes scanning Carmelo’s face, lingering on his mouth, his mustache. “You gonna just stand there admiring my doorframe, Alpha? Or you gonna fuck me?” The challenge was there, laced with that dry humor, but beneath it, Carmelo sensed a spark of genuine curiosity. This wasn’t just another frat brother demanding service.
Carmelo didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, reversing their positions effortlessly. Derek’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, a surprised gasp escaping him. Before he could quip again, Carmelo’s mouth was on his neck, sucking hard at the junction where pulse beat wildly. He tasted salt and Derek’s unique scent, felt the shudder that racked the Omega’s lean frame. One hand tangled in Derek’s dark hair, gently but firmly tilting his head back, exposing more skin. The other slid beneath the hem of Derek’s t-shirt, mapping the hard planes of his stomach, the defined ridges of muscle. Derek’s breath came in ragged pulls now, his hips pushing forward instinctively, seeking friction. He was already leaking, Carmelo could smell it, that sweet musk growing stronger.
“Off,” Carmelo growled against his skin. It wasn’t a question. His hand abandoned Derek’s abs and went for the waistband of his sweats, shoving them down along with his briefs in one rough motion. Derek kicked them off, legs bare and trembling slightly. Carmelo stepped back just enough to yank his own t-shirt over his head, then fumbled with his jeans, the button fly frustratingly slow. Derek watched him, pupils blown wide, lips parted, a flush spreading down his chest. He was gorgeous, all taut muscle and smooth skin, his own thick cock jutting upward, slick at the tip.
Carmelo finally freed himself, his heavy, uncut length springing free. Derek’s gaze dropped instantly, a soft, appreciative moan escaping him. “Fuck, Carmelo…”
Carmelo closed the distance again, his body slotting against Derek’s bare skin. The heat was incredible. He captured Derek’s mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing his moans. His hand slid down Derek’s flank, over the curve of his ass, fingers finding the cleft already slick with arousal. He didn’t tease. One thick finger pressed against Derek’s entrance, encountering slick heat and startling ease. Derek gasped into the kiss, arching his back, pushing back onto the intrusion. “God, yes…”
Carmelo added a second finger quickly, scissoring gently, feeling Derek’s body yield, open for him. He’d heard about Derek’s capacity, his responsiveness, but feeling it was something else entirely. Derek was panting, his fingers digging into Carmelo’s biceps, nails scraping lightly. “C’mon, Alpha… please…” he begged, his voice wrecked, the usual dry tone submerged under pure need. “Need it. Now.”
Carmelo withdrew his fingers, drawing a whimper from Derek. He gripped his cock at the base, thick and heavy, the flushed head nudging against Derek’s slicked hole. He looked into Derek’s eyes, seeing not just lust, but a flicker of trust, maybe even anticipation. He didn’t ask. He just pushed, steadily, firmly, feeling the incredible tight heat envelop him inch by thick inch. Derek cried out, a sharp sound that dissolved into a long, low groan as Carmelo sheathed himself fully, balls pressed against Derek’s ass. They both froze for a suspended moment, breathing harshly, connected.
“Christ, Derek…” Carmelo breathed, amazed at the sheer perfection of the fit, the heat, the way Derek’s muscles clenched around him. Derek’s head thumped back against the wall, eyes closed, expression blissful. “Yeah… yeah, like that…” His hands scrabbled for purchase on Carmelo’s shoulders. “Move. Fucking move.”
Carmelo obeyed. He pulled back slowly, almost completely out, savoring the drag, then thrust back in with a powerful snap of his hips. Derek yelped, then moaned, a sound that went straight to Carmelo’s core. He set a relentless rhythm, deep and hard, pistoning into that incredible heat. The sounds were obscene – the slick slap of skin on skin, Derek’s choked gasps and pleading moans, Carmelo’s own guttural grunts. The scent of sex filled the small room, thick and primal.
Derek’s body responded wildly. He met every thrust, his ass flexing, taking Carmelo impossibly deep. His cock, trapped and leaking heavily against Carmelo’s stomach, jerked with each powerful drive. “So good… so fucking good…” Derek chanted, his voice trembling. “Harder… please, Carmelo, harder…”
Carmelo obliged. He braced one arm against the wall beside Derek’s head, the other hand gripping Derek’s hip hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the muscle as he slammed into him. The force drove Derek harder against the wall, rattling the frame slightly. Derek threw his head back again, baring his throat, a wordless cry tearing from him. His cock pulsed, untouched, spilling hot streaks over Carmelo’s abs and his own stomach. His inner muscles clamped down on Carmelo like a vise, milking him, pulling him impossibly deeper as his climax ripped through him.
Derek’s body went rigid, then shuddered violently against the wall, a raw, broken sound torn from his throat as his release painted hot stripes across both their stomachs. His inner muscles clenched Carmelo relentlessly, a pulsing, wet heat that made Carmelo see stars, groaning deep and guttural as he pushed impossibly deeper, riding out Derek’s convulsions. The air crackled with the thick scents of sweat, sex, and Derek’s heady, sweet Omega musk.
Carmelo’s thrusts stuttered, slowed, became shallow grinds as Derek’s climax subsided into trembling aftershocks. He braced a hand against the wall, breathing hard, watching Derek’s face. Sweat plastered dark hair to Derek’s forehead, his eyes were closed, lips parted, chest heaving. "Too sensitive?" Carmelo asked, voice rough, concern threading through the raw arousal. He brushed a thumb over Derek’s damp cheekbone.
Derek’s eyes fluttered open, glazed but intense. "Fuck no," he rasped, pushing his hips back weakly against Carmelo, who was still buried deep inside him. A ghost of his usual smirk touched Derek’s lips. "Don’t you dare stop. Please... just keep..."
That was all the encouragement Carmelo needed. In one smooth, powerful motion, he pulled out entirely, the sudden emptiness drawing a sharp gasp from Derek. Before Derek could protest, Carmelo hooked an arm around his waist and hauled him bodily away from the wall. He half-guided, half-threw Derek backwards onto the waiting expanse of his rumpled black sheets. Derek landed with a soft ‘oof’, limbs sprawling, cock already twitching back to full attention against his stomach, slick glistening around his stretched, used hole.
Carmelo followed him down, knees sinking into the plush rug beside the bed. He didn’t re-enter immediately. Instead, he knelt there, taking in the sight: Derek, wrecked and wanting on the dark sheets, the contrast stark and breathtaking. "Look at you," Carmelo breathed, his own cock heavy, aching, weeping precome. He gripped the base, giving it a slow, firm stroke, his eyes locked on Derek’s. "So fucking sexy like this. Taking it so good."
Then he surged forward. He hooked Derek’s thighs over his shoulders, lifting his ass off the bed. No finesse this time, just pure, driving need. He lined up and slammed back in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Derek cried out, a sound that was half-pain, half-ecstasy, his back arching sharply off the mattress. "Carmelo!"
Carmelo set a punishing pace, the angle deep and relentless. The bedframe creaked in protest with every powerful drive of his hips. He leaned down, bracing himself on his hands, and captured Derek’s mouth in a searing, possessive kiss, swallowing his ragged moans. "Feel incredible," he growled against Derek’s lips, breaking the kiss to nip along his jaw. "So tight. So wet. Made for this." He punctuated each phrase with a deep, grinding thrust that had Derek clawing at the sheets.
He pulled out suddenly, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. Before Derek could react, Carmelo brought his thick, glistening shaft down hard, the broad head landing with a sharp smack against Derek’s slick, reddened hole. Derek yelped, jolting at the unexpected sting. "Fuck!"
"Gotta see it," Carmelo murmured darkly, admiring the way Derek’s entrance fluttered open, glistening with lube and the remnants of his own release. He did it again, the slap echoing, the sensation making Derek’s cock jump. Then Carmelo pushed back in, slow, excruciatingly so, stretching Derek wide again. He fucked him with deep, measured strokes for a dozen heartbeats, watching the expressions flit across Derek’s face – shock, pleasure, intense focus.
"On your knees," Carmelo commanded, his voice thick with need. He pulled out again. Derek scrambled to obey, still trembling, pushing himself up onto hands and knees, presenting his ass. The view was devastating: the strong lines of Derek’s back, the curve of his ass, the dark, wet center waiting. Carmelo ran a reverent hand down Derek’s spine, felt the muscles quiver. "Perfect."
He gripped Derek’s hips hard and sheathed himself again in one smooth motion. This angle was deeper, somehow, hitting spots that made Derek gasp and push back frantically. Carmelo set a ruthless rhythm, driving into the tight, hot clench. One hand fisted in Derek’s dark hair, not painfully, but possessively, pulling his head back. The other hand snaked around Derek’s hip, finding his neglected cock, hard and dripping. Carmelo’s fist closed around it, stroking roughly in time with his thrusts. "Gonna make you come again," Carmelo promised, voice strained. "Come all over my hand, Derek. Show me."
The dual assault was overwhelming. Derek felt the coil in his gut tightening impossibly fast, the friction on his cock combined with Carmelo pounding his prostate. "Oh god, oh fuck," he choked out, his voice breaking. He was close, so close, the pressure building like a tidal wave.
"Now," Carmelo growled, giving Derek’s cock a particularly brutal twist on the upstroke.
That was it. Derek shattered. His second climax ripped through him like lightning, a silent scream locked in his throat as his body bowed, convulsing. Thick ropes of come shot over Carmelo’s fist, splattering onto the black sheets beneath him. His inner walls clamped down on Carmelo like a vice, milking him frantically.
Carmelo cursed, a raw, beautiful sound. He buried himself to the root, grinding deep, and let go. His release punched out of him, hot pulses flooding Derek’s clenching channel as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, hips stuttering erratically. He collapsed forward slightly, bracing himself over Derek’s back, both of them panting, slick with sweat, utterly spent.
They stayed like that for a long moment, connected, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the faint, persistent bass from somewhere else in the house. Slowly, carefully, Carmelo pulled out, the sensation making Derek whimper softly. Carmelo rolled onto his back beside him on the bed, the cool air hitting his own sweaty skin.
Derek flopped onto his side facing Carmelo, utterly boneless, his eyes already heavy-lidded. His breathing was slowing, turning deep and even. "Holy shit, Carmelo," he breathed, a slow, sated smile spreading across his face. "Gonna... pass out now. Like, immediately." He reached out a shaky hand, patting Carmelo’s chest. "If you wanna... stay... that's chill. Floor's cold. We can... fuck... in the morning." The last words were barely a mumble, his eyes drifting shut.
Carmelo smirked, the warmth in his chest blooming past the physical satisfaction. He shifted closer, the bed dipping under his weight. He leaned in, capturing Derek’s slack, parted lips in a slow, deep kiss, tasting himself and the lingering salt on Derek’s skin. Derek sighed into the kiss, a soft, contented sound.