11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Blaine

" L et's do what?" Blaine squawked. He pulled the covers close to his nose.

He couldn't mean… Blaine's body flamed at the thought. He'd already been hard. As soon as he'd got into bed, his mind had gone back to the moment he'd walked in on Wayden that morning. He couldn't stop thinking about how thick and big the alpha's cock had been, and how gorgeous Wayden had looked naked, sprawled on the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock.

His cock harder than steel and his hole pulsing wetly, Blaine had tossed and turned sleeplessly while he'd waited for Wayden to come to bed. It took everything in him not to go out there and… Blaine didn't know what he would have said once he was in front of Wayden.

He just…

You want him to fuck you , a tiny voice said in his mind.

Shut up. I don't want that, Blaine growled. I would never fuck him.

Right , the voice mocked. You're literally dripping for him.

I'm not, Blaine replied without heat, because he couldn't deny the wet feeling in his hole. He was literally dripping. The liquid was probably soaking his sleeping pants and the sheets by now. He was that fucking horny for Professor Douche.

Blaine closed his eyes, mortified. He really didn't want to want him, even though he held his breath waiting for Wayden to tell him what he wanted them to do. Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Wayden sideways.

How was he going to do it? Was he going to reach for him, grasp his arm and pull him close. Blaine had seen how desperate Xaine became for Holi. Their connection was intense. Blaine wouldn't say that his connection with Wayden was like that, but he did feel something strong, urging him to get closer to the alpha.

Pulled by some invisible force, Blaine leaned towards Wayden but paused when Wayden said: "Let's talk."

"Talk?" Was that what he wanted them to do?

"I'm sorry about this morning. I should have been more careful since we share a room and…" Wayden cleared his throat sounding uncomfortable. "I know it's making things uncomfortable between us now. I can feel it. Not talking about it is probably making it worse. We shouldn't avoid it and act like it didn't happen. It happened and… fuck… I'm rambling." Wayden rubbed his eyes and then turned to look at him. Blaine swallowed, liking the alpha's eyes on him too much. "I promise it won't happen again."

Blaine bit the inside of his mouth, not sure what to say to that. He was a little disappointed. He wasn't sure which part disappointed him or why. He shouldn't want to see Wayden like that… ever. It was probably his approaching heat making him feel weird shit.

"Okay," Blaine said turning to face the wall. They were silent for a while. Blaine thought Wayden would go to sleep, but he sat there. He didn't know how, but he could feel the alpha's eyes on him. They felt heavy and unsettling. Blaine's stomach tightened. "Are you not sleeping? I can feel you staring at me."

"Sorry," Wayden said with a sigh. "I just… are we good?"

Were they? Blaine didn't know. He was feeling too much, and it had nothing to do with this morning. His heat was going to give him a problem. What was he going to do? They had to share the room… the bed and…

"Yes," Blaine said not sharing his worries with Wayden. Blaine didn't know what it was, maybe it was the tone in his voice, that made Wayden reach for him. His large hand grasped Blaine's arm and pulled. Blaine went willingly… too willingly because he ended up against Wayden's chest. And he was sure that wasn't what the alpha had intended when he'd grasped his arm. Wayden probably wanted to turn him around, so they were facing each other, but Blaine was right then sprawled on the alpha, his right leg over Wayden's thigh.

They froze, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. Blaine's body warmed, a needy feeling pulling on his cock.

"Fuck," Wayden hissed. Blaine could have sworn he'd felt the alpha's hard cock against his hip before he gripped his shoulders and gently shoved him away. A whine of protest filled the silence. Blaine almost cried when he realised the sound was coming from him. He scrambled away from Wayden, mortified.

"I…"

"Sorry," Wayden said cutting him off.

"Stop apologising," Blaine snapped. Wayden growled next to him, making Blaine wince. He hadn't meant to snap at him. "Sorry."

"That's better," Wayden said in a comforting tone. Blaine shivered a little at the sound. An alpha's voice had never affected him before.

It was happening, wasn't it?

Blaine sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. He couldn't fucking fight this. His heat was coming. The tea hadn't worked. Blaine didn't understand it. It normally worked. Why not now?

"I might be going into heat soon. We haven't spoken about that."

"Fuck," Wayden groaned. "When?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"What I said. I don't know. I haven't gone into heat in years," Blaine said, with a shrug. He would have laughed at the stunned look on Wayden's face, but nothing about this was funny. "You look like you're about to burst at the seams. You can ask me whatever you want. And no. It's not a medical condition."

"Then what is it? I've never heard of an omega not going into heat before. It's not normal."

Blaine bristled, Wayden's words rubbing him the wrong way. "Not normal? So going mindless from lust every fucking month is normal."

"Yes."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Of course, you'll say that alphas have more control in everything."

"Are you going to go political on me, or are we going to figure this out? I think we have more pressing issues than who's in control of our damn planet," Wayden said diplomatically.

Couldn't Wayden speak in another tone? He was irritating him. Blaine glowered at him.

"Okay," Blaine said, even though he wanted to say something scathing. But they needed to figure it out. They hadn't spoken about their heats because Blaine hadn't had to worry about it. Now, that they had to share a room and a bed… he kind of didn't have a choice.

"I wasn't planning to go into heat. That's why I decided to work with you." Wayden scoffed. "Shut up."

"Blaine…" Wayden warned, his voice rumbling around him.

"You're making it hard for me not to challenge you when you act like a cub," Blaine countered. Wayden scooted close and hovered over him. Blaine swallowed, heat filling his chest.

"You've never had an alpha pay you back, have you?" Wayden pushed closer. Blaine lifted his hands to ward him away.

"They wouldn't have a right to because they were never fully my alphas. Like you. I don't know why you're getting all upset when I don't have to submit to you. You're not my alpha."

"I'm still an alpha." Wayden closed the distance between Blaine's hands and his chest. Warmth seeped into Blaine's palms, causing his fingers to tingle the second he touched Wayden. Even though there was material between Blaine's fingers and Wayden's skin, Blaine felt like he was touching him – touching his skin. It was so hot. Blaine licked the roof of his mouth.

"You're not my alpha. Move," Blaine said, shoving him. Wayden didn't budge. He was like a hard wall of muscles and heat. Wayden felt bigger this close, caging Blaine in. And for the life of him, Blaine liked it. He liked that Wayden was overwhelmingly bigger than him. That the alpha's scent was thicker in the room, and Blaine didn't have to breathe hard to take it into his lungs.

"I know what you want," Wayden rumbled, his voice vibrating through him.

Fuck. The heat in Blaine's chest slid lower to pool in his groin.

"What do I want?"

"You want me to share your heat."

"I… that's not…" Blaine stammered lost for words. He was never lost for words, especially in front of an alpha.

Fuck, dammit. He hated Professor Douche for making him feel this way. "What about your heat? What are you going to do? We have to share this room. It's not like you or I can leave to give the other privacy. The other room is too cold, and the pack doesn't have a room to spare."

Wayden gave him a look that confused Blaine for a second.

"What?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, there are single omegas in the pack. I don't think they would reject me if I asked one of them to share my heat. So don't worry about my heat. I'm covered," Wayden said.

Blaine growled. The sound filled the room, echoing around them.

Fuck. Blaine pulled the covers over his head and turned to face the wall. He couldn't believe he'd done that. Fuck… fuck... fuck… he must be going crazy because of his approaching heat. Why else would he be jealous of Professor Douche sleeping with another omega? This was ridiculous. He was never jealous, ever.

A lump formed in Blaine's throat as he tried to think of something to say. There wasn't much he could say after that blunt rejection. Blaine couldn't believe Wayden would fuck someone else when he'd practically offered himself to him.

He closed his eyes as embarrassment washed over him.

You don't need him, Blaine snapped at himself. There were plenty of alphas in the pack too… but… no buts… you can ask one of them too.

Blaine sighed. He didn't like the idea of asking another alpha. If he was honest with himself, and that wasn't often… he wanted Wayden. Wayden was the only alpha Blaine responded positively to. He was the only one Blaine had ever been attracted to. The rest were just irritating beasts who were of no use to Blaine. Though Professor Douche was irritating, there was something about him that appealed to Blaine. And he'd fucking rejected him.

Anger bubbled inside Blaine's stomach. He wanted to reject Professor Douche as he had rejected him. Blaine opened his mouth and said the first thing that entered his head. "Fine. I like that plan. I'll ask Escala then. He's single."

The air in the room suddenly grew tense and Wayden sat so still next to him, Blaine wanted to see his face.

"Why him?" Wayden asked after a while.

This time Blaine did drop the covers from his face, his hackles up. "Why do you want to know? I didn't ask you about the omega you might choose."

"There are other alphas in the pack. You could choose them."

"I want Escala," Blaine bit out, even though it was a lie. He wanted the alpha in the bed with him. But Wayden didn't want him. Professor Douche's rejection stung.

"You don't even know him."

"I don't have to know him to fuck him," Blaine threw back. Wayden mumbled something next to him that Blaine couldn't make out. "What?"

"Escala is the alpha of the pack."

"I know. You say that as if I don't know. I am very much aware of who he is. Maybe I like alphas in power. There's just something about the way he leads his pack," Blaine mumbled salaciously. "He's big too. Have you seen his arms."

Wayden groaned next to him. "Let's just go to sleep," he said, sliding down.

"Good night," Blaine said, laughter bubbling inside him. He turned to face the wall, so happy with himself. It felt great to finally score against the alpha.

Wayden moved around behind him, closing the gap between them. The alpha's warmth wrapped around him, and Blaine couldn't help but lean into him. He felt Wayden jerk, but he didn't growl at him to move or shift away himself. They lay like that, with their backs touching.