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Tweek let out a tired sigh as he boarded the elevator, relieved to find it unoccupied by other commuters. He much preferred taking the lift, over the eight and a half escalators it otherwise took to get to street level.
“Hold the doors!” He heard a low voice call out, so instinctively, his finger flew to the ‘close doors’ button and shamelessly began to mash.
Unfortunately the stupid old thing closed at a pitifully slow, chugging pace, allowing a large hand to abruptly wedge between the doors and push back, reopening them and revealing a very tall, disgruntled alpha with a sharp, yet lusciously fresh smell that instantly made him both cower and salivate. The alpha was painfully handsome, with dark hair and piercing eyes that were glowering at the petite blonde in disdain, making him cast his gaze low and away, hanging his head in shame.
Tweek recognized this boy from primary school, but couldn’t quite place his name. Clyde, was it? Or maybe Stan? Neither seemed right… It had been over six years since they’d all graduated and been reassigned to varying secondary sex schools and programs, after all. But even back then, before they were alphas and betas and omegas, Tweek remembered being intimidated by this boy. Something about the stiffness in his posture, or the intensity in his gaze…
“Are you deaf or something?!” The alpha barked, sending a jolting tingle to his erogenous glands and causing him to let out an embarrassing whimper.
“S-sorry…” was all the blonde could muster, alongside a feeble shrug.
“Sure,” the alpha scoffed, blatantly rolling his eyes before turning away and proceeding to jab his finger at the ‘street level’ button that was already lit up. He had on the uniform of the prestigious South Park Institute of Technology, a local private school exclusive to alphas; black slacks, a collared white shirt, and a blazer with the school’s emblem over the left breast pocket.
Tweek tried to stay as quiet and still as possible, willing the short ride to hurry up and be over; but this particular elevator was interminably slow on a good day… and as it turned out, fate had something very special in store for this unlikely pair.
CLUUUUNNNNK!!!!
With a forceful jerk, the elevator lurched and came to a bouncing halt.
“AAAAAAAAHYEEEE!!!!” Tweek wildly screeched, ducking into a ball and throwing his arms over his head.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” the alpha lowly grumbled, face palming in frustration but remaining otherwise unfazed. He hammered the street level button a few more times before testing out the other levels - all of which produced no response from the mechanism. With a deep sigh, he pushed the red ‘call for emergency’ button, which prompted a dialing tone to sound from the speaker box above it.
“Maintenance,” A scratchy voice answered.
“Yeah, hi,” the alpha spoke loudly at the speaker, “the elevator by the west exit is stuck.”
“Very sorry about that, sir. We’ll get our tech over there right away; standby,” the voice advised, soon followed by the sound of a phone hanging up.
“Mmmnnnh…” a strangled groan involuntarily came from the back of Tweek’s throat, as his mind began to panic. The freaking elevator was literally suspended in the air right now! What if the cables holding it up had worn out? Was he about to plummet to a gruesome, crashing death?! His breath began to shorten, but he tried to stay focused; no, he was fine, and help would be there any second. It wasn’t even the first time he’d experienced an elevator glitch. They were easy fixes, and this wasn’t a big deal at all.
“Dude, are you okay? You’re not like, having a heart attack or anything, right?” A voice from beyond the bustle of his racing thoughts said, and he suddenly remembered he wasn’t alone.
Tweek took a deep breath and squeaked out ‘I’m good’ as he exhaled, showing a thumbs up but refusing to make eye contact. Luckily the alpha accepted his answer and said nothing further, taking off his backpack and resting himself against the handrail that went along the walls. In his peripheral, Tweek saw the boy pull out his phone and unlock it, then scowl when he realized they had no service and toss it to the side.
When it felt like several minutes had passed and there’d been no sign of assistance, the alpha let out a frustrated growl, causing the blonde to softly yelp and jitter. Using a fist, the alpha smashed the red ‘emergency’ button again. The same dialing tone resounded, only this time no one answered.
“Oh, come on…” the alpha grumbled, pounding the button once more. Once more, they received no answer. Then again. Then again. Then again.
Tweek let a whimpered cry escape as he buried his face in his hands, still curled up in the furthest corner from the alpha. At least fifteen, twenty minutes had to have passed; help should’ve been there by then, right? What if the man who’d first answered forgot to relay the message before his shift ended, and had left for the evening? What if no one was coming?? Could they be stuck there all night??? As the world around him began to spin, he caught a strong whiff of the alpha’s scent, which now had a pungent zest layered in. As his erogenous zones ignited again, and his pores opened and he began to perspire, a horrifying thought occurred to him; his suppressant would be wearing off soon. He tore off his backpack and desperately scoured its contents. Deep down he knew very well that he didn’t have the canister of pills with him, and the likeliness of finding a loose tablet floating around was extremely low. He never brought his suppressant pills to school with him, choosing to take his daily dosage before leaving house, and being back home well before the effects wore off in the evening. He checked his phone for the time, wincing at the wretched screen as he realized he only had around thirty minutes; forty-five, if he were really lucky.
The alpha continued to press the ‘emergency’ button each time the dialing tone ran out, but still no one answered. This was bad.
Feeling flushed, Tweek clumsily pulled off his jacket. Sweat was forming in the corners of his forehead, the back of his neck, under his arms, on his palms, his feet, and throughout his nether region. Sweat that would soon take on his strongly distinct scent. He had to calm down. Think positive thoughts, he told himself, get to your happy place. Blue sky… the sound of a trickling stream… crystal clear, non-contaminated flowing water… a quiet, glistening meadow, free of lurking insects…soft green grass all around him…
A growl angrier than it’s predecessors snapped him back to the present, as the alpha mashed the red button one more time before slumping against the wall in a defeated heap on the floor. He didn’t need to say it, Tweek knew they were stuck indefinitely; at the mercy of anyone on the other side of the call box. Which, at the moment, was no one.
Tweek checked his phone again; another twenty minutes had passed.
“You go to South Park UTS?” His attention shifted to the brooding alpha, chancing a glimpse to find the boy looking right at him with a bored expression.
“Mhm,” he squeaked, forcing a polite smile as he very briefly met the noirette’s glacial blue eyes. Unlike the alpha’s posh private school, South Park’s United Trade School didn’t have uniforms, but Tweek assumed he must’ve noticed the logo on his jacket.
“Did you go to South Park Elementary?” The noirette asked next, now looking at him curiously, “weren’t we in the same class? Mr. Garrison?”
“Yep, yes,” he chirped back, nodding his head.
“Your name; wasn’t it something like… Tweek?”
“Yeah!” Their eyes met again, a smile now ghosting the blonde’s lips. He was flattered the alpha had remembered! Then again, his name was rather unusual…
“Craig,” the alpha stated, pulling one side of his mouth into a smile and extending his hand, “Tucker.”
“Tweek Tweak,” he bashfully replied, timidly clutching the much larger hand and giving it a gentle shake. Craig; of course!
“So, Tweek, what’re you studying?” The noirette spoke in a monotone but was still keenly looking at him, seemingly intrigued. Weird…
“Home M-“ he bit his tongue, then awkwardly cleared his throat before muttering out, “household maintenance.” Jesus, his dumb ass almost blurted out his actual major; Home Making - which practically spelled out that he was, indeed, a fertile omega. Not that it wouldn’t be imminently obvious. He cringed at the thought. “Errmm, do you like South Park IT?”
“Pretty much,” Craig replied, “I’m studying to be a rocket scientist, which has always been my dream. Kinda sucks that they only admit alphas at SPIT though.”
Great. A benevolent alpha. Tweek was trapped in a small, confined space with not only a tall and handsome alpha male, but a benevolent one, too. He pushed up his sleeves and tugged at his collar, suddenly feeling too toasty in his clothes again.
To his horror, the alpha’s brow abruptly furrowed and the edges of his nostrils flared out. Oh god, was it happening already?! Fearful dread rushed through him, accelerating the symptoms; mouth watering, sweating, dizziness… and his glands were now burning with the desire to be touched.
The alpha sniffed twice, his brows raising and eyes suddenly widening at the blonde. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue began to trace the edge of his lips. Oh no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening!
“M-maybe you should try th-the button again?” The blonde timidly suggested. It was his only hope now.
“Oh, yeah,” Craig didn’t even have to stand to press it, rising only to his knees and keeping his quizzical gaze fixed on Tweek the whole time. The dialing tone blared in mind-numbing rhythm, seeming to almost taunt their predicament.
The alpha pointedly sniffed the air some more, exhaling in heaves and subconsciously scooting closer to the blonde. The dialing tone ran out once again.
“The b-b-button?” He peeped, worry all over his face.
“Do you, like, smell something? Something sweet?” Craig asked, ignoring his suggestion. He licked the air, “Jesus, I can even taste it. Does that make sense?”
Unfortunately, yes. Tweek was very aware of the uniqueness of his scent. Often described as a smell you could taste, it had been likened to cotton candy, sugar plums and various other super-sweet confections. His latest medical evaluation had given his scent maximum scoring in desirability and lure, and in turn, he’d been prescribed a maximum strength suppressant to dull it away.
Craig continued to sniff and lick, his dilated pupils boring into the blonde as he subconsciously inched closer and closer, “you smell it, right? God, what is that?”
“Um, dunno,” he shrugged, hands flying to the back of his neck to cover the potent glands back there.
“Mmmmm,” the alpha appreciatively groaned, now right next to the smaller boy. He leaned in close, his head hovering right over Tweek’s shoulder, and breathed him in. “You smell so fucking good,” he murmured, lacing a hand into the blonde mop hair and pressing his face into it, his nose inhaling right against the smaller boy’s scalp as he firmly held him in place, “I can’t believe you’re an omega…”
Most couldn’t. Male omegas were so uncommon that despite his particularly petite stature, when adequately suppressed, people just assumed he was a scrawny runt-beta.
Tweek could hear a low rumbling coming from the alpha’s throat, making his heart flutter and breathing shorten. Amazingly though, Craig managed to pull back. He kept a strong grip on the blonde’s hair and still loomed uncomfortably close, but seemed to be trying to come to his senses, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he mumbled. Using his hold on Tweek’s hair, he turned the omega’s face towards his and stared deeply, longingly into his eyes.
“Oh god,” Tweek softly moaned, a sensual rush flooding him and intensely concentrating between his legs. He felt his dick rapidly engorging, and an elusive, tickling buzz trigger deep in his core, getting stronger and stronger until a wet gush erupted from his ass, more potent than his usually emitted scent by tenfold. Holy motherfucking hell, what the fuck was going on?!
“Oh my fucking god,” Craig verbalized his inner thoughts. The alpha’s dreamy blue eyes were completely blown out and he was starting to pant heavily as he leaned in again and urgently sniffed against the omega’s head and neck for the origin of the strong, rapidly diffusing aroma, dragging his nose along Tweek’s hairline. The noirette’s nose lingered by the gland below his right ear, before his tongue came out and the moist appendage started tentatively stroking it, then gradually lapped and sucked with decreasing restraint.
“Unnnnhhh…” Tweek weakly cried, trying to scoot away, but the more resistance he showed, the tighter Craig held him in place. The alpha’s crisp scent had now seeped into his gland, making it feel on fire.
“You… taste… SO… good…” Craig huffed out, manually twisting the omega’s head to accost the gland on the other side of his neck. The alpha’s unoccupied hand slid under the back of Tweek’s shirt and caressed his back, running his fingertips up and down the soft skin. He began to nudge the omega closer and closer, eventually grasping onto his waist and effortlessly pulling him into his lap.
“P-please, w-wait…” Tweek frantically shook his head, feeling the damp backside of his pants press against the alpha’s thigh.
“I’m sorry,” Craig said softly by his ear, “I’ve never felt this way before… I really can’t control myself…”
After stripping the omega of his shirt, the alpha tilted up his face to access his mouth, and urgently kissed him. “Mmmm,” Craig contently hummed, thrusting his tongue deep into the omega’s mouth and relishing his sweetness, as another warm gush oozed from his hole.
The alpha’s hand went lower this time, sliding over Tweek’s ass and making contact with the damp area of his pants. Craig immediately froze.
He brought his fingers up to his nose and smelled them, gasping and groaning at the intoxicating scent with a drawn out ‘fuuuuuuck,’ before licking the residue clean off.
“MM-MMH,” Tweek whined, leaning away as he used both hands to push against Craig’s chest. Something was really not right. Tweek’s head clouded with both want and fear, the fiery tingling sensation engulfing his asshole now.
Instead of pulling him back in, the alpha used the momentum to push Tweek to the floor, laying him out on his back. He tore off his own blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his statuesquely muscular chest and abs, before positioning himself over the omega and caging him in with his arms and legs. He’d begun to sweat too, a drop falling from his forehead and hitting the blonde, whose torso was on full display; translucently pale with visible arteries and veins ruining through it, ribs and hip bones jutting out, his delicate pink nipples stiff and on high alert. Of course, the alpha went for them first, taking one between his fingers and pinching tightly, and sucking hard on the other.
“RRRRFF!” Tweek writhed and spasmed beneath him, fruitlessly trying to worm away. The alpha lowered his hips to press his giant, whomping boner to the omega’s groin, pleased to find him fully erect as well, as he ground against his little cock. “NNNUH-“ more fragrant fluid seeped from Tweek’s ass.
This caught the alpha’s attention, who paused his ministrations. His hands found Tweek’s hips and swiftly lifted his entire body up, placing him on his feet and turning him around to face into the corner, his face now in line with the omega’s ass. “There’s no way…” he seemed to mutter to himself, reaching around to unbuckle Tweek’s belt, before shoving down his pants and underwear to reveal his perky little ass. He pulled the blonde’s hips towards him, forcing him to arch his back and lean into the corner.
For his part, Tweek grunted and tried to resist, earning a warning growl from the alpha that instantly subdued his movements and secreted more slick from his backside, to Craig’s pure delight. There’s literally nowhere to run, he thought to himself with a high pitched cry, as the alpha spread his cheeks.
A rumbling groan escaped the noirette as he admired the sight. His next words would shake Tweek to his very core though. “Yeah,” he deeply murmured, “you’ve definitely gone into heat…”
His breath hitched and he screwed his eyes shut, hands flying to cover his face. The alpha began to sloppily nosh at his gushing hole, as he teetered on the edge of a mental breakdown. How could this be happening?! His first ever heat, now?! Here?! With him?!
Craig ran his tongue along Tweek’s thighs to catch the fluid dripping down his legs, then returned to the epicenter and started to practically suck it out of him. God, it felt so good; so right, but so fucking wrong. Tweek leaned his face against the wall, resting his elbows on the handrail and popping his ass out just a bit more, gasping and mewling while the alpha’s tongue teased him, dipping deeper and deeper before breaching his entrance entirely. “Fuck, fuuuuuck!” He reacted.
The hands clamped onto his hips pulled him even closer, allowing Craig’s tongue to delve further. He stroked and prodded around until seemingly satiated, abruptly pulling back and replacing his tongue with two thick fingers, immediately scissoring and fucking the omega’s hole. They easily slipped in and out the slicked up orifice; Tweek’s entire crack was soaked, along with the insides of his thighs. The friction was feeling so good though, and the blonde wanted deeper, he wanted more; but the alarms in his head hadn’t ceased.
“We can’t!” He made a pathetic attempt at jerking his hips out of the alpha’s hold.
The alpha added the index finger on his other hand, shoving it into the omega’s tight pinkness, hooking it around the ring of muscle, then tugging to stretch him even more. Strangely though, as Tweek was pried open wider, an empty feeling began to grow in his core, prickling his insides with elusive intensity.
“No, pleeease!” the omega tried again. This would ruin him!
“Ohhh yes,” Craig mirthfully replied. He popped his fingers out of Tweek, then grabbed handfuls of his ass and roughly squeezed, “you, my little omega, are ripe for the taking…”
“But-but-but- this is my first one!” He wailed, “my first heat!”
A smug, wicked smile crept over the alpha’s face. “Even better,” he chuckled, “I must have triggered it. It’s meant to be.” As another wave of slick poured out of the omega, he scooped it up in one hand. He rose to his feet, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock, then lubed it up with the fluid. Tweek turned his head around to glimpse it, scared to death of what he might see, but needing to indulge that sick sense of curiosity nonetheless. Long, thick, plumb-red… bulging with engorged blood vessels. The swollen head protruded the foreskin stretched around it, shiny and leaking a giant bead of pre.
Craig was clearly unconcerned with the repercussions of his actions, or too drunk on the omega’s pheromones to even consider them. Tweek, however, feared for this exact scenario every day of his life. Being trapped with an alpha when he got his first heat? It was right out of his nightmares. Best case scenario, the alpha didn’t claim and impregnate him; but he’d still lose his virginity, a thing he was supposed to guard with his life. When it came time for his family to sell him off to the highest bidder, it would definitely affect his valuation.
“Please, you don’t know what you’re doing!” He cried, struggling some more, but the alpha had him by the thighs now, rigidly restricting his legs from moving as he spread them wider. Feeling desperate, the omega swung his arm backwards, clipping the noirette’s chin with his elbow.
“Yes I do,” Craig snarled and growled right in the omega’s ear, bearing his teeth. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and pushed him roughly into the wall. Tweek’s body immediately stilled and went limp, as he whimpered in fear. “I’m going to stick my big alpha cock in you, I’m going to fuck you hard, knot you, then fill up your womb with my seed. But first, I’m claiming you.” With that, the alpha sunk his sharp incisors into gland on the left side of his neck, making the omega cry out in pain. Blood seeped from the wound, which the alpha licked and sucked up, coating his lips and teeth in red. “There; you’re mine now,” he savagely growled, “and no one else will ever have you.”
He kept an arm around the blonde and snaked the other between them, guiding his cock to his omega’s slicked up hole. He let an impassioned moan escape him as the head made contact with it, “you’re so ready for me…”
Tweek shook his head insistently. He was nowhere near ready for this; and yet he was? The aching emptiness in his core was craving to be filled by that big scrumptious dick, and his ass wouldn’t quit leaking. And though he wouldn’t, couldn’t admit it, being swept up and forcefully claimed like this, by such a strapping alpha, was wildly exhilarating. “Mmmnh, mmmnh,” he was beyond speech, so he just mewled in needy, fearful desperation.
The alpha nestled the tip of his cock into his omega’s tight hole, so eager with anticipation he began to click his teeth. In one forceful motion, and without warning, Craig sunk into him, roaring loudly.
“UUURRRPH!” Tweek cried out, a blast of white overtaking his vision. His asshole painfully stung, but it felt so fucking good to be filled.
The alpha leaned over him, their bodies flush together. Both could feel the other’s heavy breathing and heartbeat going crazy. He nudged his hips, pressing deeper into his little omega until he couldn’t anymore, heavy balls slapping against his ass. “So fucking tight and perfect,” Craig sighed in relief, laying kisses on Tweek’s neck and back, “balls deep in my baby…” He gave a small pump but tilted upwards and ground his dick deep into the omega’s insides until he felt the head dab into a stiff, fleshy notch. “Found it,” he playfully commented.
Tweek gasped, eyes going wide as he felt a dull sting deep within him. His mind flashed back to his recent medical evaluation; the doctor had probed a finger deep into him, to examine his cavity and make sure his womb was in tact. The blonde had felt the same dull sting when the doctor had located the bulbed entrance to his womb and pressed into it, telling him that it was his cervix, and if he ever wanted to get pregnant, this was the exact spot where the penis should ejaculate. The fact that Craig knew this equally terrified and excited him.
“Gunna shoot my cum right here,” the alpha told him, poking at the sensitive nub. He laced a hand into the blonde’s hair again and turned the omega’s face towards his. “Kiss me,” he commanded, and to his pure joy, his little omega instantly obliged, meeting his lips and opening his mouth for his alpha to tongue.
Craig rutted into Tweek as they kissed, one hand going to tease his omega’s nipples and the other to stroke his neglected dick, earning grateful moans. It was hard and leaky but adorably small, he observed, snickering into the kiss. He only needed to use his thumb and index finger to adequately jack it.
His force and pace began to pick up, suddenly causing a creaking lurch as the elevator jostled.
“NO, FUCK!!” The omega flinched and squeaked, but the alpha didn’t slow. “We’re gunna die!!” He wailed, hands flying to tug at his own hair.
“Mm-mm,” the alpha brushed him off, enclosing his arms around the omega once more and holding him to his body as he shifted them into a sitting position on the floor. Without warning, Craig started to rotate him around, still impaled, until they faced one another. “I’ve never felt so good in my life,” he unintelligibly spewed, “gunna take you home with me and fuck you all goddamn night. All goddamn week. Fuck you till you’re nice and pregnant.” He began to thrust up into Tweek, searching for his cervix again.
In a surprising turn, the omega began to tilt and shift his pelvis, aiding his alpha. His cervix itched and burned within him now, and he needed the alpha’s juices to calm it. Instinctively, he leaned backwards, both hands on Craig’s thighs behind himself to balance and stay upright. As the massive cock swiped into him again, he vaguely felt that dull sting; but it wasn’t enough. He adjusted accordingly, this time lifting his right leg high enough to rest his delicate ankle on Craig’s shoulder, making the alpha beam with pride. When he pumped again, they both felt the change, each roaring out approvingly (though the omega’s was comically high pitched). They quickly moved in tandem to maneuver Tweek’s left ankle onto the noirette’s other shoulder, both relishing the sensual relief of this perfect angle.
“Ohhhh alpha,” Tweek whined, as Craig pumped into him over and over again. His own little dick was rigidly taut, bulging red and ready to burst, as he stammered, “need to… need to…”
“Yeah baby,” the alpha goaded, wearing a very amused smile. His forehead and chest glistened with a sheen of perspiration as he accelerated, pounding the omega’s pleasure zone, “come for your alpha…”
The increased movement within the elevator caused it to wobble and bounce, producing a foreboding rumble, but the edging omega could only half register what was going on, as he was flung into climax and a brilliant explosion of euphoric bliss blasted his entire being. “OH CRAAIG!” He squealed, his tiny dick spraying their stomachs with cum, as he threw his arms around the alpha’s neck and held on for dear life.
The alpha howled in pleasure, loving the sound of his name on the omega’s lips, and completely ignoring the swaying of the walls around him. In that moment, Tweek’s asshole was constricting around his dick so vigorously that he didn’t give a fuck; if he fucked his new omega so hard the cables holding up the elevator snapped, so be it. Despite Tweek’s cries of being overstimulated, he continued to fuck him hard, the pressure and pleasure of his own release now building. He could feel the subtle, pinching rush of his knot beginning to form.
With an untamed roar, the alpha summoned the strength to rise to his feet, his cock still deeply lodged in the boy cradled in his muscular arms. He leveraged Tweek up against one of the walls, hooking his elbows under the omega’s knees to open him wider, as though he were trying to penetrate even deeper; as though he thought that if he pushed hard enough, his raging boner might bust through the pinhole entrance to his womb.
“I’m close,” the alpha warned. “You ready to be knotted, little one?” He rhetorically asked with a menacing laugh, “I have such a big load for you, I can feel it building up. You’re little tummy is gonna be sooo full of my cum…” He gave the omega’s soft, flat belly an affectionate rub, envisioning it growing nice and big with pups.
“Ohhh, alphaaa,” Tweek groaned, no longer able to even put on the facade of resisting. He wanted it all so bad, “pleeeease…”
The base of the alpha’s cock had ballooned, at least doubling in size as symmetrical domes bulged from it. He was on the brink of climax, ramming the omega’s ass as hard and fast as he could, now unable to fully sink in because of his knot. With his final, growling thrust, he shoved it inside the omega, connecting the tip of his penis with Tweek’s cervix and letting his cum bust out. The tight ring of muscle around the omega’s asshole clamped under the alpha’s thick knot, anchoring it inside as ample spurt after spurt of hot cum filled him.
Tweek was on the edge again, feeling everything so vividly as Craig snarled into his skin, dragging his face over to the wounded gland to suck and nibble it some more. The sensation of the alpha’s seed gushing into his womb felt like the sweetest relief, each twitching spurt thrilling Tweek’s insides. He scrunched his face up and whined, screwing his eyes shut to concentrate as his second release loomed so very close. All of a sudden he felt the alpha’s hand take hold of his little erection, completely engulfing it and gently stroking. In no time, a small fountain of jizz spouted, making a mess of their abdomens once again.
When Tweek opened his eyes, Craig was gazing at him with amused affection. The omega couldn’t help smiling back, glowing with pride at having pleased his alpha. Still knotted together, with minute spurts shooting from his dick, Craig let out a low rumbling laugh and nuzzled his head into the omega’s. A loud, clanking lurch brought them out of their splendor, however, as the elevator promptly, miraculously began to move and ascend.
Tweek’s impaled body jolted and his eyes went wide, unsure whether to be terrified or celebratory. Strangely, Craig tightened his hold on him though, seemingly still dazed, but alert. And protective. And suddenly possessive.
The elevated came to a chugging halt at street level, and it’s doors creaked open. The sun had long set, a bright, full moon hanging triumphantly in the night sky. Gasps and sounds of shock resounded, as parties on both sides of the doors were revealed to each other. The blonde craned his neck around to find a maintenance tech, his mom and dad, and two unfamiliar adults he had to assumed were the alpha’s parents. All were slack-jawed and gaping at the sight of the boys in such a compromising position.
Looks like the two of them had a lot of explaining to do…