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Just as Ryan rounded a corner and got to the elevator, it began to slide shut but not before he saw its occupants. Jeremy, Philip, and Stan were standing inside, laughing uproariously at something. When the elevator door suddenly started reopening, Ryan just stared at it with bated breath, dying to catch another glimpse of the face he’d missed so much. And when he did, he couldn’t stop the shiver of desire that shot through him. Jeremy looked absolutely gorgeous in his beautifully tailored three-piece suit. And when the smoking hot alpha beckoned Ryan with a crook of his finger, he almost drooled.
Ryan moved as if he were in a trance… right into Jeremy’s open arms, sighing with contentment when he felt his mate’s arms wrap around him. God, he loved the feel of Jeremy’s hard body against his. He buried his face against Jeremy’s neck and cuddled up tightly to his hard body, breathing him in deeply as the elevator began its ascent. Ryan could hear the three friends talking but couldn’t have repeated what they said even if his life had depended on it because he just wasn’t listening. All he wanted was to feel, smell and soak in his mate.
When the elevator doors opened on the twelfth floor, Ryan reluctantly stepped away from Jeremy. “Hey, guys.” He said to Phillip and Stan and then stepped out.
“How’s the training going with Mama G, Prof?” Philip asked as they all stepped out after Ryan.
“Loving it, Philip.” Ryan grinned. “It’s great.”
“You better learn everything she teaches you very well.” Stan chuckled. “‘Cause as the head warrior, I’ll have to say whether you’re a good fighter or not.”
“Dude, she’s not teaching me how to be Mike Tyson or anything like that.” Ryan retorted with laughter in his voice.
“Wanna bet?” Stan retorted smoothly. “You’ll be amazed to know the importance of what she’s teaching you now. Has she mentioned anything about being…smart?” And at Ryan’s surprised nod, Stan chuckled. “And you think she’s not teaching you how to fight. All you need in combat is to be smart. You’re learning from the best. Store whatever she tells you in here.” He tapped a finger against his head. “And get ready to fight me when she’s done.”
“Why don’t you fight someone your own size, Stan?” Ryan chuckled, swiping his keycard. “I’m not a fighter.”
“What are you?” Stan couldn’t let that go. “A lover?”
“I knew he would ask that.” Philip groaned, turning to glare at his friend.
“Put a sock in it, Stan,” Jeremy growled as he watched his mate’s neck turn pink with colour.
Ryan stared at Jeremy who stared right back. Neither needed words. Their hunger for each other clearly blazed in their eyes. “See you guys later.” Ryan croaked and then quickly entered his room.
“Oooh… Is it just me or is this place on fire?” Stan drawled, fanning himself with his hand. Philip burst into laughter.
“Fuck you, Stanislav,” Jeremy muttered as he turned towards his suite, followed by a now scowling Stan and a hysterically laughing Philip. The alpha couldn’t suppress his amused chuckle. They always referred to Stan as Stanislav whenever they wanted to tease him.
Behind his closed door, Ryan leaned his back against the door and took in deep breaths, trying to get his trembling body back under control. Being in Jeremy’s arms had felt so damn good he wasn’t surprised at his body’s reaction. Ryan stepped away from the door and started stripping hurriedly. He needed to come so bad. He was already naked by the time he entered the bathroom, and he began stroking his rock-hard dicks even before he got into the shower. In the shower, he pumped some lube into his palm and got his dicks slick.
“Oh fuck.” Ryan moaned as he thrust his hips forward to meet his hand, gripping himself tightly as he pictured how Jeremy had looked in the elevator…all masculine and mouthwateringly captivating. “Ah…God.” He twisted his nipples with his free hand.
His whole body shook with the intensity of pleasure he felt. It was all Ryan could do not to scream his pleasure. Only the knowledge that Jeremy might hear him kept him from letting out that scream building within his throat. He felt his balls pull up and knew he wasn’t going to last. Shit! His breath came in ragged gasps when he felt his orgasm swirling along his spine. Too soon, Ryan thought as he squeezed the base of his shaft hard, trying to stave off the inevitable… but he was too far gone to stop it.
He pushed into the tunnel of his hand one last time and froze when the first burst of cum shot out and splashed against the tiled wall. And the name on his lips as he emptied his balls in powerful spurts was none other than Jeremy’s. Ryan came so hard he thought he would pass out. He held tightly onto the shower rail, willing his heart to stop pounding.
“Oh fuck, fuck.” Ryan gasped as his knees trembled so violently he thought he’d fall. He looked down in surprise at his still hard dicks and groaned. “What the fuck…”
Ignoring his surprisingly unsatisfied body, Ryan took a quick shower and went back to the room. He paused in the act of drying his hair when he found Jeremy waiting for him in the room. His blazer, vest, and tie were off, leaving his white shirt, pants, and shoes. The man still looked so hot Ryan’s heart lurched. Jeremy was seated in one of the comfortable couches; with the shorts and t-shirt, Ryan had thrown onto the floor on his way to the bathroom earlier, on his thigh. Ryan wondered how much Jeremy had heard.
“What can I do for you?” Ryan asked calmly as if he wasn’t totally naked in the presence of a fully dressed hunk.
“I missed you,” Jeremy said huskily.
Ryan resumed drying his hair as he went to grab his clothes off Jeremy’s thigh. He could smell the alpha’s arousal but wasn’t worried at all because he knew that Jeremy wouldn’t touch him. What worried him though was how quickly his treacherous dicks were standing to attention.
Jeremy’s eyes dropped to Ryan’s rapidly hardening dicks. And the heat that flared up in his eyes caused a shiver to run down Ryan’s spine.
“It could have been corrected,” Jeremy said softly.
“What?” Ryan dropped the towel and clothes on the bed and turned to look at Jeremy.
“Your condition,” Jeremy said. “I checked it out on the net. Penile duplication or diphallia as it’s called.”
“Well, good for you,” Ryan said as he turned towards the closet. “At least now you know more about my freakish abnormality.”
“I never said…”
“I’m tired, Jeremy,” Ryan said, stepping into his sweatpants. “I need to sleep if you don’t mind.”