CHAPTER 40: I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT

Zander’s mouth is warm and wet as it sucks in the tip of Ethan’s hard length. He wraps his large hand firmly around the base and squeezes, his thumb nail grazing a vein that runs down the side of it. Ethan stares down at him, his hands in Zander’s black hair, his legs spread wide with the alpha settled between them.

A dominant alpha is going down on a mere beta. The thought sends Ethan’s heart racing in his chest. He gasps as Zander’s tongue presses against the edge of the head, his gaze glued to the way his plump lips stretches over him. Saliva drips down the length of him, pooling at his pelvis.

Ethan hisses and his grip tightens around the alphas dark hair when the edges of Zander’s sharp teeth grazes his sensitive skin. "N-no teeth." His voice comes out as a low whine and his hips shifts.

Zander hums around him, the sound vibrating over Ethan’s most sensitive spot. He curls his lips over his teeth, his canines stabbing into the inner skin of his mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind though as he slurps. He lowers his head, taking Ethan deeper into his mouth, and jerking the base with his large hand. When he hits the back of his throat, Zander blows out a breath through his nose, and then swallows around him. His neck muscles squeeze and Ethan moans, his legs spreading further as if it would help get him in deeper. His head falls back, his brown hair a mess, his hips stuttering.

"Oh," Ethan shudders, "Can you do that again, Please?" He licks his lower lip and presses in further.

Zander raises his head just enough to pop Ethan out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting his lip to the tip. His dick is shiny and wet, the entirety covered in the alphas spit. The string snaps when he talks, "Do you like it when I swallow you down my throat?"

Ethan’s chest flushes red, "So vulgar." He groans. Then he nods his head.

Zander smirks and licks the betas dick back into his mouth. He reaches up to fondle his balls and Ethan jerks in surprise. Zander presses the tip of his finger against the skin that separates his dick from his asshole.

Ethan’s eyes widens and he reaches down to grab Zander’s wrist, "What- ah!" His neck arches and his jaw drops. A low satisfied moan slips out and cum spurts into the alphas mouth as Ethanshifts beneath him.

Zander sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He chuckles, his eyes twinkling as he stares down at the limp beta.

Ethan blinks up at him, "You just sucked me off." He murmurs, a lot of wonder in his tone. Zander laughs and he reaches up to tuck the beta back into his pants and zips it back up. When Ethan doesn’t move, just continues to lay there and stare, Zander climbs up and hovers over him.

"Go to bed." Zander sighs, reaching up to rub the skin beneath Ethan’s brown eyes. "I’ll get going." He murmurs. He moves to stand up but Ethan grabs his wrist. Pausing, the alpha glances down at him.

Ethan pouts, his hand tightening around him, "You’re leaving?"

Zander raises an eyebrow and scans the expression on his face, "Do you want me to stay?"

Ethan nods. He lets go of his wrist and scoots over to make room for him. When Zander doesn’t move, just continues to stare down at him, he taps on the spot he made for him.

Zander’s lips quirk up and he sits back on his knees to pull his sweater off, then climbs in beside him. "You’re cute when your tipsy." He murmurs as he pulls the beta into his chest. Ethan throws a leg over Zander’s hips and lays his head over his shoulder.

Ethan falls asleep quickly, enjoying the warmth of Zander’s body. The alpha shifts so he’s face to face with Ethan, taking the chance to admire his gaurdless face. Does he feel less stressed out with the investment offer? Zander can only hope so.

He runs the tip of his finger over the bridge of Ethan’s nose and sighs.

***

When Ethan wakes up early in the morning because his alarm is going off, Zander isn’t there anymore. The beta rubs his eyes, a dull ache in the forefront of his mind from the alcohol he drank last night. A yellow post-it sticks to the wall near the bed and he plucks it off to read it.

Something came up at home so I had to leave. Thank you for letting me stay over. I’ll see you next time. Xoxo Zander.

Ethan rubs his thumb over the alphas name as memories from last night runs through his mind. Zander Harlight sucked his dick.

His faces burns and he shoves it into his pillow to scream, the post it crumbling in his tight grip.Why the hell did he allow him to do that?! Stupid, tipsy Ethan!

He sits up and straightens out the post it note. Why didn’t he just send a text? He brings the small square of paper to his lips and hums. If he’s honest, it’s a little romantic, no? He opens the first drawer of his night stand and puts the post-it note in. He’ll just keep it there for now.

When Ethan goes down to the restaurants office, refreshed after his shower, he sees his mother is already inside. She sits at the leather chair, the computer on as she stares at the budget Ethan has been tracking.

"Oh, good." She swivels around to face him. She’s wearing light make up, a bright smile on her face. He guesses they both had a good evening then. Though he’d rather not bring it up. Does she know that Zander spent the night in his room? He bites his lip, just in case he won’t bring it up.

He needs to call Leo too, hopefully he went home alright.

"I want to speak with you." Roxanne says as she reaches up to fiddle with the edge of her shirt.

Ethan raises an eyebrow and leans back against the wall, "What’s up?"

"I want you to go back to school." She says, her eyes scanning her son’s face.

Ethan blinks, both of his eyebrows raising. "School?" He asks.

"Before you say anything, let me finish talking." She reaches out and gestures for him to hold her hand. When he does, she grips it tight, her aging fingers strong due to her line of work. "When your father left us three months ago, I had a hard time for the first one." Her eyes tear up and she diverts her gaze away as she remembers the way she struggled to get up from bed every day. She blinks them away so she doesn’t mess up her make up. "You were so considerate and sacrificial when you stopped going to college to help me." She tugs Ethan closer to her, "I swore to myself that if we ever get an opportunity, I’d make you go back." Her voice takes on a firmer edge, and he can see the determination in her eyes.

"But-" Ethan tries to say something, most likely a denial because he can’t just leave it all to her anymore.

"No." She says, her voice leaving no arguments as she glares at him. Then she smiles, her face lighting up, "We were given a second chance." She stands up from her chair and grabs her son by the shoulders, his tall frame towering over her shorter one. "Someone saw the potential in my cooking and pulled us out of a hole. They may be anonymous, and I my never be able to thank them in person, but I won’t allow myself to mess this up. With this investment money, I can hire more staff, so you don’t need to work at the restaurant anymore." She stares up at him and hopes he can see how sincere she is being. "I’ll take care of it, so you go back to living your own life. Okay?"

Ethan sniffles and wonders if all this time she felt guilty for him. He wants to tell her it’s not her fault, it was his decision to make. How could he make her struggle to pay for his tuition and stress over her restaurant when he could help? The answer was always clear. He brings her hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it with a smile.

"Things are going to be different now, huh?" He asks.

"Yes. Very different, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be a bad thing." Roxanne sighs. "I’ll have to work harder than ever, but I know I won’t be alone. I have Jessie in my corner, and she’s excited too."

Ethan laughs. He lets go of her hand and runs his hand through his hair, "I’ll help out today, and then tomorrow I’ll go re-enroll myself. Okay?"

She smiles and nods, "Okay."