Chapter 34: Knotted by my two Alpha roommates -5

Blake crooked his fingers and found the spot that made Kai’s hips jerk. "The projection numbers need adjusting by twelve percent. Asher, you good with that?"

Asher’s voice came out rough. "Twelve’s fine. Kai, stop squeezing me like that or I’m going to bend you over this table."

"Do it." Kai pushed back onto Blake’s fingers. "I want to watch you two agree on something while one of you is inside me."

Asher stood, hauled Kai out of the chair, and bent him over the edge of the table. Laptops rattled. Blake didn’t pull his fingers out. He just shifted with them and kept working Kai open while Asher shoved his own jeans down.

"Hold him," Asher told Blake.

Blake’s free hand pinned Kai’s wrists to the table. Asher lined up and thrust in hard, forcing Blake’s fingers to slip free so the thick cock could take their place. Kai moaned loud, forehead dropping to the wood.

"Fuck, still so loose from this morning," Asher growled. He set a deep rhythm, each thrust shoving Kai forward. "Blake, check the slide order while I do this."

Blake leaned over Kai’s back, still holding his wrists, and looked at the screen. "Slide four should move to six. The conclusion hits harder that way."

"Agreed." Asher fucked harder, the wet sound of it filthy under their calm voices. "Kai, you paying attention?"

"Trying," Kai gasped. "Hard when you’re both acting like this is normal."

Blake’s hand slid under Kai and stroked his cock in time with Asher’s thrusts. "It is normal now. You’re ours. We work. We fuck you. Same table."

Asher’s knot started to swell. He buried himself deep and locked in, pulsing hot. Kai came with a broken sound, spilling over Blake’s fist and the edge of the table.

They stayed like that while the knot held. Blake kept stroking Kai through the aftershocks, smearing come across his stomach.

"Projection’s solid," Blake said quietly, eyes on Asher over Kai’s back. "We make a decent team when we’re not fighting."

Asher’s hand settled on Blake’s wrist where it rested on Kai’s hip. The touch lingered longer than it needed to. "Yeah. We do."

Kai felt the shift between them, the way their scents spiked together, the way neither pulled away. He clenched around the knot still inside him and smiled against the table.

"Keep talking about the project," he said. "I want to come again while you two figure out how much you actually like working with each other."

Blake’s fingers tightened on his cock. Asher’s hips gave a small grind, knot pressing deep.

The presentation could wait another twenty minutes.

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Kai sat on the edge of his bed with an open duffel bag at his feet. Half his clothes were already inside. The apartment felt too small. Every room still smelled like sex and both Alphas and the heat that had started all of this.

Asher appeared in the doorway first. Blake was right behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Asher asked.

"Packing." Kai didn’t look up. "I can’t keep doing this. Every time I choose one of you the other one gets that look. Every time I take both it feels like I’m just delaying the moment one of you decides it’s too much. I won’t be the reason this falls apart."

Blake stepped in and shut the door harder than necessary. "So your solution is to leave?"

"Yes." Kai finally met their eyes. "I care about both of you. I’m falling for both of you. And I can’t watch one of you get hurt because I can’t pick. So I’m removing myself."

Asher crossed the room in three strides, grabbed the duffel, and threw it against the wall. Clothes spilled across the floor. "You’re not leaving."

"You don’t get to decide that."

"The fuck I don’t." Asher pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, knees bracketing Kai’s hips. "You started this. You pushed and teased and begged until we both broke. You don’t get to walk out now that it’s real."

Blake moved to the side of the bed and gripped Kai’s jaw, turning his face. "He’s right. You don’t get to decide for us that we’re better off without you."

Kai’s breath hitched. His body was already reacting, slick gathering, cock filling under his shorts. "I’m trying to protect you."

"Protect us by staying," Asher said. He yanked Kai’s shorts down and shoved two fingers into him without preamble. Kai arched and moaned. "Feel that? That’s you still open for me. Still wanting this. You’re not going anywhere."

Blake freed his own cock and rubbed the head against Kai’s mouth. "Open up. You’re going to take both of us while we tell you exactly how this is going to go."

Kai opened. Blake pushed in deep. Asher scissored his fingers, then replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. The dual stretch pulled a broken sound out of Kai around Blake’s length.

"You’re not choosing," Asher growled, fucking into him steady and deep. "We’re not making you choose. You want both. You get both."

Blake’s hand tangled in Kai’s hair, holding him in place while he used his mouth. "We’ve been dancing around it. Competing. Getting jealous. But the second you threatened to leave it got real clear. I’d rather share you than lose you."

Asher’s rhythm grew rougher. "Same. I’d rather watch him fuck you than watch you walk out that door."

Kai’s eyes watered. He took Blake deeper, choking a little, while Asher’s knot started to swell. The pressure built fast. Kai came hard around Asher’s cock, spilling across his own stomach, body shaking.

Asher locked in and flooded him. Blake followed seconds later, pulsing down Kai’s throat. Kai swallowed what he could and let the rest spill from the corners of his mouth.

They stayed connected while the knot held. Asher’s forehead dropped to Kai’s shoulder. Blake’s thumb wiped the come from Kai’s chin.

"You’re not packing," Asher said quietly. "You’re staying. We’re going to figure this out like adults instead of jealous idiots."

Blake eased out of Kai’s mouth and sat on the edge of the bed, still breathing hard. "Tonight we talk. For real. No more half measures. You, me, him. What we all actually want."

Kai’s voice came out rough. "And if one of you changes your mind later?"

Asher’s hand stroked down his side, possessive. "Then we deal with it together. But you’re not running. Not after everything."

Kai looked between them, still full of Asher’s knot, still tasting Blake, heart slamming against his ribs. The fear was still there, but under it something steadier had started to take root.

"Okay," he whispered. "I’ll stay. But we do this right. No more secrets. No more pretending we’re not all in deeper than we planned."

Blake leaned down and kissed him, slow and deliberate. Asher’s knot pulsed inside him one more time, like agreement.

The bag stayed on the floor, clothes scattered. None of them moved to pick it up.

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Kai left for the library after dinner, claiming he needed the quiet to finish his section of the project. The second the front door clicked shut, the apartment felt different.

Asher stood at the sink rinsing plates. Blake leaned against the counter beside him, arms crossed.

"He’s not actually at the library," Blake said.

"I know." Asher shut off the water. "He’s giving us space to talk without him in the middle of it."

Blake’s jaw worked. "So talk."

Asher turned. Their shoulders were close enough that the heat of Blake’s body registered. "I’m done competing with you. Every time I walk in and smell you on him it used to piss me off. Now it just makes me hard."

Blake’s eyes darkened. "Same. Watching you knot him this morning while I held him down should have felt like losing. Instead I kept thinking about how good he looked taking both of us."

Asher stepped closer. "It’s not just him. When we were working on the project and your hand was on his hip, I wanted to put my hand over yours. I wanted to feel you while we were both touching him."

Blake’s breath left him in a slow exhale. "I’ve thought about it. About kissing you while he’s between us. About you telling me how to fuck him. About your hand on my cock while I’m inside him."

Asher’s control slipped. He reached out, gripped the front of Blake’s shirt, and pulled him in. Their mouths met hard, all heat and the sharp edge of something that had been building for weeks. Blake growled into the kiss and shoved Asher back against the counter, hips pressing close. Both of them were already hard.

Asher broke the kiss just enough to speak against Blake’s mouth. "We do this together. Him and us. No more taking turns like we’re settling for scraps."

"Agreed." Blake’s hand dropped between them and squeezed Asher through his jeans. "But I want this too. Not just sharing him. I want to touch you. I want him to watch me make you come."

Asher’s hips jerked. "Then do it."