CHAPTER 103: LUCKY AUDIENCE MEMBER[M]

Chapter 102

Nolan

I’m just glad they’ve resolved matters.

For the past few days, the air in the house had been so thick you could practically taste the tension.

Ciel walking around like a ghost, Jack pretending everything was fine, and me—stuck in the middle trying not to make it worse.

I stretch, setting my mug down on the railing before heading back inside. The house is warm now, the soft hum of the heater, the faint laughter from the kitchen, the scent of something slightly burnt but still edible.

I walk toward Lanny’s room, pushing the door open just enough to peek inside.

He’s curled up under his blanket, one tiny hand clutching the corner of his stuffed bunny, his chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that only babies seem to master.

The night-light casts a soft golden glow over his face, turning his eyelashes to little shadows on his cheeks.

He’s so cute,this tiny little thing.

Then I quietly step out of the room, closing the door behind me with care so it won’t creak.

The hallway is dim, the air cooler. I stretch my arms above my head, a small yawn slipping out, and head toward our room.

Except... when I open the door, I freeze.

Jack is there.

Sitting on the edge of the bed like he owns the place...well he technically does... shirt half unbuttoned, did no one inform of the magazine photoshoot happening in my room?

Huh.

I blink, thrown off for a second. Come to think of it, he’s never come here before. It’s always us going to his room.

"What are you doing—" I start, but I don’t even finish the sentence before he stands, crosses the room in three long strides, and slams me gently but firmly against the wall.

And then he kisses me.

Hard.

My brain doesn’t even process it at first.

His mouth is hot, demanding, tasting faintly of mint and something darker—like he’s been nursing a thought all day and finally snapped.

I let out a muffled sound, startled, my hands instinctively going to his chest but he’s already deepening the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, holding me there like I might disappear.

Fuck.

Wow.

***

Ciel

I walk out of the bathroom—and stop dead.

Jack is kissing Nolan.

They don’t even notice me. For a moment, I just stand there, watching them, my thoughts scattering like startled birds. Then, slowly, I move to the bed and sit on the edge, quiet and watch the show.

It’s... different.

Jack is never like that with me...so rough.

It would definitely not be a turn on for me to be treated that way, at all. But I don’t want it all slow too, but Jack somehow knows my body even better than I do always attuned, always pulling back right before it gets too much.

Nolan, on the other hand, he doesn’t flinch.

He responds. There’s this tension between them, this push and pull that looks so alive, so natural, like their energy fits that way.

I tilt my head slightly, trying to understand the strange ache in my chest.

It’s not jealousy, not exactly.

It’s more like wonder mixed with something bittersweet.

And more importantly such a turn on, such an extreme turn on.

Jack’s pheromones drift through the room, subtle and warm, wrapping around everything.

They’re not harsh or dominating; they’re just there, sinking in slow, turning the air heavy and hazy. It’s... comforting, in its own strange way.

I’m so conflicted.

I want to watch.

I want to join.

I want to be Jack. I want to be Nolan.

I don’t know what I fucking want.

My fingers twist in the sheets, my heart pounding too fast for the stillness of the room, except their heavy breathing and kissing.

***

Jack

I try to ignore them, but Ciel’s pheromones slide through the air like a whisper, sweet and intoxicating, roses and wine.

The scent wraps around me, teasing and tantalizing, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

It hits me before I can brace for it, twisting through my chest, making my pulse stutter.

My whole body tightens, every muscle coiling with a mix of anticipation and desire.

They make my already impossibly hard-on now practically a hammer, throbbing with a need that’s almost painful.

I would probably nail something with my dick if I weren’t careful.

I pull away from Nolan and turn to face Ciel, who’s sitting on the bed, watching us with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

There’s a question in his expression, something caught between curiosity and want.

His lips are slightly parted, and his breath comes in soft, almost imperceptible gasps.

The way he looks at us, like he’s hungering for something more, sends a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.

"Like the show, sunshine?" I ask, my voice lower than I intend, rough with the effort of holding back.

He blinks, caught off guard, then nods—hesitant at first, then a little too eagerly.

The flush on his cheeks deepens, spreading down his neck, and I can see the rapid pulse at the base of his throat.

A slow smirk pulls at my mouth. "Which part of it, huh? Me or this doggy here?"

"Yes." He says, his voice barely a whisper, and I laugh a little, because that’s a very valid response.

"Won’t you give me a show this time?" I say, turning to Nolan.

I kiss him one more time, a deep, lingering kiss that leaves us both breathless.

Then I push him towards the bed and walk towards a chair, taking a seat to watch in 4K.

Nolan turns, and flips me off before turning into a whole different human being when he’s close to Ciel.

The shift is instantaneous, his usual prickly demeanor melting away, replaced by awe and cute shyness.

Ciel shrugs off his shirt over his shoulder, and Nolan’s, and slides out of his shorts. I bite back a moan as he stands naked before us, his body a work of art.

His cock is already leaking precum, hard and ready, a tempting sight that makes my mouth water.

Nolan is shy, busy staring like a fool, not that I blame him.

Ciel is a vision, all pale skin and fiery hair, his body slim and toned, probably from all those tempting moves he does as exercise.

Ciel pulls him by his waistband, leaning onto his tiptoes to kiss him.

The sight is electric, a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust that courses through my veins.

What the fuck.

That was so hot.

Ciel has never done that to me. Lucky bastard.

Watching them, it’s come to my attention who holds the more dominant position between them, and it’s Ciel.

Which makes it cute because Nolan is so large and he’s so tiny, and... and... and.... what was I thinking again?

I look at Ciel pushing his hand into Nolan’s waistband, his fingers deftly working the button open.

Nolan’s breath hitches, his eyes fluttering closed as Ciel’s hand slides inside, wrapping around his cock.

The room is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the soft moans and whimpers that escape their lips.

I can see the way Ciel’s hand moves, the way Nolan’s hips buck into his touch.

It’s a dance, a perfect rhythm of give and take, and I’m captivated, unable to look away.

Ciel leans in, his lips capturing Nolan’s in a deep, passionate kiss.

Nolan’s hands find their way to Ciel’s hips, pulling him closer, grinding their bodies together.

The sight of them, the feel of the tension in the air, it’s almost too much to bear.

The room is charged with an electric tension, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Ciel’s hands roam over Nolan’s body, exploring every inch of skin with a hunger that’s almost feral.

Nolan’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

The contrast between their sizes is stark, Ciel’s slim frame dwarfed by Nolan’s muscular build, but there’s no mistaking who’s in control.

Ciel’s lips trail down Nolan’s neck, leaving a path of wet kisses and gentle nips. Nolan’s head falls back, exposing more of his throat, a silent invitation that Ciel eagerly accepts.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin, eliciting a low groan from Nolan that sends a shiver down my spine.

Dammit I want to join.

I shift in my seat, my own cock aching with need, but I don’t move, not wanting to break the spell.

Ciel’s other hand slides down Nolan’s back, pulling their bodies flush against each other.

The friction of their skin, the heat of their bodies, it’s a sight that’s both beautiful and ....obscene. I love it.

Nolan’s hips buck into Ciel’s touch, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

"Ciel," Nolan gasps, his voice a ragged plea. "Please."

Ciel smirks against Nolan’s lips, he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

"We have all night."

Yes, we do.

I can see the struggle in Nolan’s face, the battle between control and desire. His hands clutch at Ciel’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, a silent plea for more.

But Ciel just smiles, a slow, knowing smile that promises everything and nothing.

Who is this omega? I would like to be treated like that too, you know.

I don’t have an ounce of toxic masculinity in me.

I’m jealous of Nolan. I pout my lips, but no one pays attention to me.

Ciel’s lips find their way to Nolan’s chest, his tongue swirling around one of Nolan’s nipples before nipping gently.

Meanwhile, his hand on Nolan’s cock never stops moving, the rhythm steady and unrelenting.

Nolan’s hips buck in time with Ciel’s strokes, his body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

The sight of them, the sounds of their pleasure, it’s a symphony of sensation that has me on the edge of my seat, my own body aching with need.

Ciel’s lips trail lower, his tongue dipping into Nolan’s navel before continuing its path downwards, and getting to his knees. Nolan’s breath hitches, his body tensing in anticipation.

I’m so jealous.

Ciel looks up, his eyes meeting Nolan’s, a silent question passing between them. Nolan nods, a jerky, desperate movement, and Ciel smiles, a slow, sensual curve of his lips.

He takes Nolan’s cock into his mouth, his lips stretching around the thick shaft. Nolan’s hips jerk, a low groan escaping his lips as Ciel begins to move, his head bobbing up and down in a slow, torturous rhythm.

His hand wraps around the base, his fingers tight and sure, matching the movement of his mouth.

The sight of Ciel’s head moving, his cheeks hollowing with each suck, is almost too much to bear.

Nolan’s hands find their way to Ciel’s hair, his fingers tangling in the fiery strands, guiding Ciel’s movements.

Ciel takes it all, his throat working as he swallows around the head of Nolan’s cock easily.

Nolan’s body is a picture of tension, every muscle coiled and ready to snap.

His breath comes in ragged gasps, his hips bucking into Ciel’s mouth with increasing urgency. Ciel matches his pace, his hand and mouth working in perfect sync, driving Nolan closer and closer to the edge.

I watch, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching with need.

The urge to join them, to feel their skin against mine, is overwhelming. But I hold back, savoring the moment, the build-up of anticipation.

This is their show, their dance, and I’m just a lucky bastard in the audience.

As Ciel continues to pleasure Nolan, I can’t help but reach down, my hand wrapping around my own cock.

The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I stroke myself in time with Ciel’s movements, my eyes never leaving the sight before me.

The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the soft moans and whimpers that escape our lips.

The scent of our arousal is thick in the air, a heady mix of omega and alpha and beta, a symphony of desire and need.

I can feel the pressure building, the need for release growing more urgent with each passing second.

Ciel’s hand moves faster, his strokes more insistent, his mouth working Nolan’s cock with a fervor that has Nolan on the brink.

Nolan’s body tenses, his back arching off the bed as he comes with a low, whimper. Ciel swallows, his throat working as he takes every last drop, his hand milking Nolan’s cock until he’s spent and shaking.

The sight of Nolan’s orgasm, the sound of his pleasure, pushes me over the edge.

My own release rips through me, my body convulsing as ropes of hot cum spill over my hand. I groan, my head falling back, my body sated and spent.

Ciel pulls back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he wipes a hand across his mouth.

Nolan collapses onto the bed, his body sated and boneless, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

I watch, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching with satisfaction. The sight of them, the feel of the tension in the air, it’s almost too much to bear. But I hold back, savoring the moment, the build-up of anticipation.

This is their show, their dance, and I’m just a lucky bastard in the audience, sated and content.