Chapter 43 Pleasuring him right.

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Pleasuring him right.

As Eugene watched them run, he continued scanning the room, his blood running colder with every passing second. He felt along the wall, searching desperately for a light switch. Finally, his fingers brushed against one. He flipped it on, and the entire basement flooded with harsh light. The two figures who had been running froze in place.

"What did I stop you two from? Some romance?" Eugene asked with a mocking expression, turning back toward the wall.

Noah groaned inwardly. What did he mean by that—and why that look? If he wasn’t mistaken, Eugene was acting jealous. But believing that would be delusional.

"Oh yeah, what am I supposed to do, Eugene? Stand here and mope? Because if I remember correctly, I was supposed to be somewhere else. But nope—you people had something to tell me, and now look at us." Noah shifted the blame smoothly onto them.

Killian frowned and stopped moving. "No, don’t do that."

Eugene stood firm. "Do what, exactly?"

"Telling you the truth—that the world doesn’t revolve around you and your wants and needs."

Eugene paused, then nodded slowly. "So that’s how you see me? Like some selfish bitch and nothing else? I’m trying to make an effort here, but it doesn’t seem like you’re doing the same." His eyes hardened into the cold stones Noah knew too well.

Killian stepped closer, trying to intervene. "You two shouldn’t start this here. Look around—we’re in a creepy basement with no idea how to get out. Shouldn’t we focus on that before arguing? Otherwise, we might starve to death down here."

The other two nodded reluctantly. Eugene turned to Killian. "That’s what I had in mind until Ashton said that thing about me. He doesn’t care that I’m trying to protect him. It was just one mistake in the past, and now he’s throwing it in my face."

Eugene sighed and looked away. Killian glanced at Noah, who was also averting his gaze. "Come on, you two. I shouldn’t be the one solving your issues. You both aren’t children—technically we’re still young, but we’re not babies. So please, act like adults. You just turned eighteen, Ashton. Can we please behave like it?"

He looked between them, but neither moved from their spot. "Are you both kidding me? Someone say something. I didn’t come here for childish drama."

Eugene faced him. "So now you’re suddenly the mature one?"

Killian tried to respond. "Excuse you, I don’t think you’re understanding me. It’s just—" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw something shift in the shadows right behind Noah.

Noah noticed Killian staring past him and raised an eyebrow. "What is it? What are you staring at?" His heart began to race.

"I’m not sure, but I could have sworn I saw something move." Killian shrugged. "My bad. It seems like I’m seeing things." He laughed lightly.

Eugene nudged him hard. "That wasn’t funny, dude. Good thing you wear glasses—maybe your sight is lagging."

Before he could finish, a container tumbled off a nearby counter. All three jumped at the loud clatter.

Noah looked around sharply. "Okay, guys—is something else here? Because how did that thing fall?"

They all shifted backward, instinctively drawing closer together until their bodies pressed side by side. Whatever was happening had at least succeeded in pulling them together.

"I don’t think that should even be the question," Eugene said. "Where the hell did that come from?"

Noah shrugged. "Are you asking me? I was right here with you, looking. Didn’t we both see it?"

Eugene nearly facepalmed. "What are you, five? That was a rhetorical question. I didn’t expect you to answer."

Noah paused. "So now you’re teaching me? Is that it?" He took a step forward.

Eugene began retreating, his steps faltering as he watched Noah approach. "Don’t come any closer. I’m just—" He stammered, sweat forming on his brow.

Noah smirked. "What is it? Has the powerful Eugene Haines lost his confidence because of one guy?"

The scene felt almost absurd. Eugene looked visibly shaken. Eventually, he backed into a wall and found himself trapped against it.

"See? It doesn’t hurt to be a good boy and stop causing drama," Noah said, caressing Eugene’s jaw.

Eugene looked seconds away from crumbling, but he couldn’t pull away. Killian watched from where he stood, fascination clear on his face. He wasn’t offended—instead, hunger burned in his eyes.

"Here? We shouldn’t do this in a place like this," Killian tried to reason, hoping to bring some sense back. At least make Noah stop. But his words had no effect.

"But you’re teaching me, aren’t you? Be my daddy and continue with the lecture." The moment the words left Noah’s mouth, Eugene’s face flushed deep red, and he began to cough.

He glanced at Killian for help, but the other boy looked anything but helpful. Aroused curiosity shone in his expression instead.

"It’s my mistake. I accept it. I don’t think I can stop," Noah admitted.

He didn’t let Eugene finish. His hands trailed over Eugene’s face, brushing the red hair aside so his breath hitched. From there, Noah moved to his chest. The school uniform jacket hid everything underneath, making it frustrating.

"Don’t you want me to see what’s inside there? Or shouldn’t I?" Noah’s voice dropped, growing more seductive. His hands slid lower, moving dangerously down. Just before reaching Eugene’s crotch, Eugene caught his wrist.

"Please, not here. I can’t control myself—you’ll turn me into some sort of beast." He was shaking, his grip tightening on Noah’s hand.

Noah grinned. "It might be too late for that."

As he spoke, he glanced at Killian, who was now stepping closer. "I don’t think this is a good idea," Killian suggested again.

Noah silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips. "We’re all feeling this, right? I’m not the only one."

Just as he said it, a wave of heat washed over them. Something hot stirred deep in their stomachs, their heads pounding. An insatiable hunger awakened, and they stared at Noah with frenzied intensity.

"I want you..." Eugene’s restraint finally snapped. Killian stood before Noah like a man lost, repeating the same desperate need.

"Use me as you please, Ashton." Killian moved in a daze, falling against Noah’s shoulder and inhaling deeply. "This is one of the most beautiful scents I’ve ever perceived in my life."

He looked like an addict from a distance. It hit Noah then—his pheromones were flaring wildly. In this enclosed basement with nowhere to run, they filled the air completely. His own body refused to listen to reason; every ounce of logic had shut down.

"Fuck this." It was just to satisfy the urges—no strings attached. He still hated Eugene, and the feeling was mutual. As for Killian, that could be figured out later.

Without another word, both Eugene and Killian slammed their lips onto him in sync. Killian licked at his lower lip while Eugene claimed his mouth in a deep, dangerous kiss that drew a shameless moan from Noah.

When had he ever done anything like this? He couldn’t remember. His life had been buried in books and cheering for fictional characters. He’d never imagined finding real partners. Yet here he was, pressed between two alphas, kissing them both.

The kiss grew more intense. Noah used every technique he’d learned from stories. Eugene, an excellent kisser, took control and left him gasping. Killian wasn’t as skilled with his mouth—it felt more like he was trying to give air to a punctured tire than kiss properly. But Noah didn’t mind; he focused on the lower part instead.

Noah was slammed against the nearest wall. His jacket slid off, and Eugene tore his shirt open with urgency. "Don’t worry about that. I’ll get you a better one," he muttered before kissing down Noah’s neck and jawline.

Meanwhile, Killian’s hands slid lower, finding Noah’s cock. "You’re so hard..." He stroked it through the pants, then quickly removed the belt and pulled them down. "Damn... that’s impressive."

Noah breathed heavily. He was about to be completely exposed in front of the very people he was supposed to avoid. He couldn’t imagine what Lamia and Rose would say if he ever told them.

"Have you ever had your cock sucked before?" Killian asked.

Noah shook his head. He had only heard how good it felt and was eager to experience it.

"What about you? Have you tried sucking... you know, cocks?" Killian shook his head. "I always thought I was straight, but I guess you’re going to be my first."

That confession made Noah strangely happy—Sylvia hadn’t gotten to him first.

"Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? I could stop," Eugene asked. Even through the haze of pheromones, he tried to stay rational.

"No, don’t stop."

Eugene paused, staring at Noah intently. "I don’t know... you’re behaving so differently from the Ashton I knew. And I love this new you so much. Please don’t ever change back."

He pulled Noah into a long, shattering kiss. Then both he and Killian dropped to their knees, taking turns pleasuring his cock. Waves of bliss crashed over Noah as they worked together.