FINN

Liam seemed really restless and agitated throughout the entire second half of the day. First, there was his adorable display of jealousy, and afterward, he stayed uneasy and almost feverish for the rest of our walk. I wasn't surprised when he wanted to go to his room. Honestly, I thought he was going to explode.

That evening, I sat out in the garden on a rattan lounge chair. After hesitating a bit, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the cabinet. I wasn't a big fan of alcohol, but I felt this weird tension and excitement building in me, and I wasn't sure what to do with all that pent-up energy. A little bit of alcohol to relax might help. The wine was a ‘thank you' gift I'd received from a colleague for helping him with his dissertation.

I uncorked the bottle and poured myself a glass. Slowly sipping it, my thoughts drifted to Liam. His flushed cheeks, that uneasy look in his eyes—what was going on with him? Was he actually sick, or was something else up?

After a few glasses, I started to feel that pleasant buzz in my head. The weather was nice but pretty windy. At one point, I saw a small, light plastic bag caught in the wind. I watched it float over the fence and brush against the wall of the house. The wind carried it higher until it got stuck on the edge of the roof near Liam's window, snagging on the gutter.

The wind kept rustling the bag incessantly, making an annoying sound, and after a while, it started to bother me. It didn't look like the bag was going anywhere soon. I sighed, realizing I wouldn't be able to relax out there with it flapping above my head the whole time.

Finally, I gave in, walked around the house, and got to the north side, where a narrow path, just about three feet wide, ran between the wall and the fence. There was a thin metal ladder attached to the side of the building, which I used to climb up onto the roof.

The roof was flat, so not very dangerous, but once I got up there, I realized I'd have to walk past the skylight window that looked into Liam's room. I could sneak by sideways so Liam wouldn't see me passing by, but still, I didn't feel great about it. If he noticed me, he might think I was spying on him.

I tiptoed along carefully, barefoot, until I was right by the window. I felt a huge temptation to take a quick glance—just for a second—to see if maybe Liam was sleeping. I hesitated for a long moment, feeling guilty as his host, but the urge only grew. I had already passed the skylight and tucked the bag into my pocket, but on the way back, that impulse to peek was almost overwhelming.

After struggling with myself for nearly two minutes, pacing back and forth and cursing under my breath, I finally dropped to all fours and slowly crawled toward the window. From my angle, I first saw a dim light inside. I could make out a wardrobe, and as I crept inch by inch, more of the room came into view. Finally, I saw the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and moved the last few inches to see if Liam was lying there.

What I witnessed left me breathless. Liam was indeed on the bed, but he was… naked. Thankfully, he lay face down in a position known as 'breeding', his luscious, round buttocks raised high, his head on a pillow, and his hand sliding between his legs, gripping a dildo—a pink plastic dildo that he rhythmically thrust into his hole.

My head spun within seconds, my pulse racing. I cursed under my breath and stepped back, feeling waves of arousal like never before. My dick hardened instantly, and my breath hitched as if the air wasn't enough.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I shouldn't be here. It was a violation of every hospitality rule imaginable. I wanted to rush to the ladder, but my body protested.

I desperately wanted to leave, yet my hips just remained rigid, as well as my dick. My hand drifted to my crotch. The image of Liam's protruding, round buttocks, with the pink dildo nestled between them, sent my blood boiling. All sense of decency vanished.

Leaning over the window again, I gazed at the captivating scene below, at Liam masturbating. The realization that I was witnessing such an intimate act, usually reserved for lovers, ignited a fire within me. My breath quickened, and blood rushed to my head, making me see red.

Fully aware of my scumbag-ish behavior, I unzipped my pants and grasped my shaft. My excitement was nearly uncontrollable. I knew I was moments away from climax, but I couldn't finish yet. I had to watch a little longer. Those white, round spheres and the pink, inviting hole drawing in the dildo… My eyes were glued to the sight. I yearned to be there, thrusting into that pink hole, grabbing his skinny waist, pressing against his slim body, squeezing him tightly in my arms, and relentlessly pounding my hips, claiming, penetrating, plowing. It was madness.

Then it hit me, I wanted to mark Liam as mine in a way I had never done before. My fantasies flooded over me, I wanted to jump down and fuck him relentlessly for hours on end.

It was sickening, this poor guy trusted me to provide a safe haven, yet here I was, a twisted voyeur, a disgusting pervert, a peeping Tom.

Disappointed with myself yet enticed by the forbidden, I tightened my grip on my dick. Pre-cum oozed from the swollen head, and I couldn't hold back. A few seconds later, warm streams of my cum splashed on the roof and dripped between my fingers.

After quickly zipping up, I crawled away from the window, flushed with embarrassment, feeling terrible. This kid had been on the brink of suicide just days ago, and I had used his intimate moment for my pleasure, which was inexcusable.

I showered and went to bed, hoping to forget, to clear my head, and… to fix things. But it was already too late.

Even in bed, I couldn't resist jerking off again.

***

The next day, I had a class at 9 am, so I got up at 7 for a short jog to clear my head, then showered and started making breakfast.

Liam came downstairs a little later. His cheeks were even more flushed than before, and he seemed to avoid eye contact. As soon as I saw him, that strange heat came back, and my whole body tensed up with the same intense energy. Any calming effect of the jog went out the window.

"Hey, I've got a few lectures today. I'll be back around 2 pm," I said with a smile, pretending not to notice his odd behavior.

Liam didn't respond, so I added, "Feel free to make yourself at home. Here's my number in case you need anything," I said, sticking a note on the fridge with my phone number written on it.

Liam stayed silent, just biting his lip, his cheeks practically glowing red. After a pause, I asked, "I made some hard-boiled eggs. Want a couple? I can't finish them all."

Slowly, he walked over to the table and sat down stiffly, looking really uncomfortable. Finally, he mumbled, "Yeah, thanks."

Not sure what else to say, I gave him two eggs, a slice of bread with cream cheese and chives, and set a cup of coffee next to him.

"Thanks for the breakfast," Liam said suddenly, staring at his plate. "I don't remember the last time someone made me breakfast, only you did it."

"I'm glad to add a little change to your life. You're on vacation, on medical leave, right? So let yourself be spoiled a bit, okay?" I grinned at him.

He didn't smile back, just kept his head down, staring at his plate. His cheeks were still burning red.

Eventually, I had to ask, "Hey, are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?"

Liam shot me a quick glance and mumbled, "No, it's not a fever. I'm not sick."

I watched him for a moment, but he kept his eyes on his plate, eating silently.

I wasn't sure if I should say more. Clearly, something was off, but maybe he would rather not admit he was sick because he didn't want to bother me. Maybe he thought staying at someone's place with a cold or flu was bad manners.

"Look, possibly it's just the start of a fever. If you need something, I have some meds in this cabinet. Feel free to check if there's anything that might help. Personally, I'm not a fan of lowering fevers unless necessary, but some people can't handle high temperatures, so go ahead if you want." I opened a small side cabinet and showed him the contents.

Liam glanced that way but still said nothing.

I went to change, and when I was ready to leave, I walked back to the table. He was still sitting there, staring at his now-empty plate.

"Hey, if anything's wrong, just call me, okay? Don't hesitate. I might not pick up right away, but I'll call you back as soon as the lecture's over."

Liam remained silent, not even looking up. His fists were clenched, and I thought I saw him trembling a bit. When I took a step closer, I caught a strange aroma—familiar but hard to place. I'd never been with an omega, so those scents were difficult for me to identify. Plus, as a beta, my sense of smell wasn't sharp enough to catch all the nuances. So, I didn't dare comment on what I noticed.

One thing was clear: part of me really didn't want to leave. I felt a strong urge to stay with Liam, to get him to open up about whatever was going on. But I knew I couldn't push him. It had to come from him.

Finally, I said, "Well, take care, Liam. I'm heading out."

I walked to the door, and just before I closed it, I looked back. Liam was staring at me, his pupils wide, his lips red and slightly parted. I swallowed, trying to suppress a flood of inappropriate thoughts. I practically ran to my car. Once inside, I leaned my forehead against the steering wheel, struggling with the surge of desire and the erection that came with it.

Starting the car and driving away took almost superhuman effort because all I wanted to do was turn back, grab Liam, carry him to bed, and… yeah, it was seriously getting out of hand.