Though he’d harbored a crush on Rhys for years, he’d never thought to act on it outside of his fantasies. Mostly because Jack would strangle the life out of him if he ever knew or found out about his feelings. So he’d kept them locked away and tried to act as professional around his boss’s mate as he could.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t considered that Rhys might feel the same way.
He tried to resist at first when Rhys came onto him, making his intentions absolutely obvious as he pressed his body close and slid his arms around Timothy’s neck—in Jack’s office, no less. He’d just wanted to pop in and give his mission debriefing, only to find Rhys lingering there instead of Jack, and well—things had just devolved from there, until Rhys had him pinned against the edge of the desk. Tim felt helpless beneath those grasping hands and greedy tongue, unable to push Rhys off thanks to the needy pheromones flooding over him. Soon enough he started to reciprocate, eventually flipping their positions to pin Rhys up against the desk instead. He’d just started to devour the omega’s neck when the sudden sound of the office door opening sent a bolt of cold terror right to his groin.
“Well well well…what do we have here?” Honestly, Tim was a little surprised Jack took the time to say anything before shooting him dead. He let out a whimper of fear and shut his eyes tight, preparing for the inevitable as the sound of footsteps clinked closer.
Much to his surprise, however, not a moment later another pair of arms were encircling around his waist and dragging him up against a wall, sturdy body.
“Looks like my nasty, slutty little mate is up to no good…and with my body double, no less? Oh my.” Jack feigned shock as he breathed against Timothy’s ear, sandwiching the hapless man between himself and Rhys. “What am I going to do with you two?”
“Mmm, what are you gonna do, daddy?” Rhys purred, sliding his hands up and down Timothy’s chest, seemingly unperturbed by the appearance of his mate. “You gonna punish us?”
“Maybe, sugar, maybe. We’ll start with the poor sucker you roped into your little scheme, though.” Jack slid his hands to Timothy’s hips, untucking the man’s sweater out of his waistband. Tim let out a confused noise, still unsure what the hell was happening, when Rhys lifted his hands to cup his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Tim didn’t really understand what kind of game Rhys and Jack were playing between each other and what exactly he’d done to deserve getting caught up into it, but with a hand grasping towards his half-hard cock and a sweet omega kissing him senseless, he decided to stop worrying about it for now.
Rhys had been acting a little more pushy than usual when it came to his morning routine. Jack wasn’t quite done brushing his hair by the time Rhys tried to worm his way into the bathroom, and after the third time he had to tell Rhys to be patient Jack decided he wasn’t gonna take the verbal hint.
That’s how Rhys ended up seated on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread out as Jack smacked his thighs with the flat end of the hairbrush.
“You’re a little brat, you know?” Jack shook his head as he laid a smarting blow against his flesh, watching it ripple from the impact. Faint red marks were already starting to appear on Rhys’ skin just below the hem of his rucked up pajama shorts. And though he let out little whimpers whenever Jack smacked the brush across his thighs he quickly noted the growing tents in his pants that couldn’t just be played off as morning wood.
“Incredible…you don’t even have the shame to hold back when I’m supposed to be punishing you,” Jack tutted, setting the hairbrush on the rim of the bathtub and peeling down his boyfriend’s shorts. Rhys hissed as the fabric brushed up against his tender skin, then groaned when Jack grasped his cock and started to jerk him off.
Rhys’ toes curled against the bathroom tile, fingers reaching up to grasp tightly into Jack’s sweater. He bucked up a little into Jack’s hand, trying not to lose his balance and topple into the bathtub while also grinding his cock into his boyfriend’s grip.
Rhys came easily, splashing against Jack’s palm. He panted, looking up as Jack leaned over him, pressing a rough kiss against his lips as he wiped his hand against the side of the tub.
“Good thing you haven’t showered yet, huh baby?” He snickered as he reached over and turned on the water, before pulling Rhys’ shorts the rest of the way down his legs.
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