Page 10 of Ashley & the A-Listers (Sweetverse)

10. HOME

RIVER

River pressed Cameron down into the soft cushions, ready to break in this apparently unused nest.

It smelled only faintly of the omega, the blankets still smooth and pristine.

Why hadn’t he been in here? Why now?

He hated the thought of Cam staying in a guest room instead of allowing himself the pleasure of nesting.

“You don’t like the nest?” River asked, interrupting the way Cameron was pressing tender kisses at the wrist beside his head.

Cam nipped at his skin, making River’s pulse leap, before rolling back to center. “I tried it out. Dylan said it would be safer if I took the other bedroom. I didn’t feel strongly enough about it to care.”

“Do you want to go to your room, then?” River asked, even knowing that’d put them sharing a wall with the alpha. The thought made him bristle, and he leaned down to bury his nose beneath Cam’s jaw, his scent strongest here.

Even as a beta, even with Cam on suppressants, if River really tried—like he often did—he could hunt down the scent until it was heavy on his tongue, honey drenched vanilla.

“No. It feels better here now,” he said, voice rumbling against River’s lips.

The admission was a kick to the chest.

“Because of me?” River dared to ask, nibbling up the length of Cam’s neck, burying his nose in his hair.

This was so much better than a voice on the phone. Having Cam here, beneath him, candy between his teeth.

Cam’s breath hitched as River caught his lobe, nibbling.

“Y-yeah,” Cam said, hands clutching his shoulders, dragging down his back before returning, rucking up his shirt. “More like home.”

River paused, huffed, his breath ruffling the hair at Cam’s temple, and felt like his heart was trying to claw from his chest to get closer to him. He was so glad he visited.

“God, I missed you,” River said, voice deep, and pulled back to meet Cam’s gaze, hazel eyes darker than usual and pupils round.

The kiss was desperate, biting, and River cupped his face and held him still, tilted him for his purposes.

They sank together, Cam’s hips parting, cradling him. Chest to chest like this, Cameron seemed to bloom beneath him, his scent sweetening like syrup.

Their cocks nestled against each other, instincts pushing them to grind, desire taking over as the contact inspired sparks, heat.

The hair at the nape of Cam’s neck was still damp, sweaty from his workout, and visions of him on the mat flashed before River’s eyes.

Cam standing strong and tall and intense, ready for anything that alpha would throw at him.

Ashley.

At times she seemed careful not to scent him, pulling her hand away at the last second, as if catching herself. Other times, like today, she was hands-on with her corrections.

River broke the kiss with a gasp, dragging his lips lower, on the hunt. He could tell, catching traces of her citrus along Cam’s chest, his arms and wrists. River didn’t know if he wanted to erase it, replace it with his own scent on the omega, or roll around in it so he smelled like her, too.

He sat up when he reached Cam’s waistband, need striking him like one of the hits that’d taken Cam to the mat.

He hooked his fingers over the fabric and tugged his underwear and slutty little five-inch inseams off at once. They already had a damp spot.

“I think Ashley liked your shorts today,” River said, searching for the color to his cheeks, a blush—there.

“Did you?” Cameron asked, hips bucking up as River barely ghosted his hand over his hard cock, slick pooling at the tip.

“I think I like them better off,” River murmured, wrapping a hand around him, grip smooth and wet. “You don’t dress up for me,” River reminded him. “You dress down.”

It was a dig, a little mean, but Cam’s annoyed whine melted into a moan as River stroked him. As punishment, Cam dug his nails into River’s arm, but it felt more like a reward.

A mark of any kind from this omega, he’d wear proudly.

Cam bucked up into his fist, one hand dropping to clutch at the blankets, the other falling from River’s arm to his waist, tugging at his linen pants.

He grinned, releasing Cam’s cock and reveling in the disappointed groan before stripping his own clothes off. Cam tore his tank off, and snagged River’s shirt to bury in the pillows.

River’s chest rattled and he figured if he was an alpha, he might have purred.

He scooped Cam up and took him to the center of the nest, placing him gently down into the cloud-soft depression in the floor.

The afternoon light streaked through the blinds, casting yellow lines across them.

Cam’s skin downright glowed in it, and River filed the vision away to have as his forever.

If he was an alpha, he’d mark this omega as his own, with teeth and blood and bond, and then there’d never be a question as to who he belonged to, and who River belonged to in return.

But River was a beta. Such was life.

“Mine,” River found himself saying, following Cam down and pressing close, as if they could become one through osmosis.

“Like the idea of that,” Cam said, sighing wistfully into a slow and sweet kiss.

River liked the idea of it, too, and soothed his hands possessively down Cam’s chest, thumbing his nipples. He arched into the touch, muscles alight and cock slotting alongside River’s own to grind lazily.

Cam spilled fresh slick into his palm when River’s fist circled him again, and he broke the kiss to follow the same path his hands had, mouth watering at the heightened scent of him.

He traded his hand for his lips, Cam’s taste bursting across his tongue as he trailed slick fingers to his hole.

Cam whined, knees spreading further, curling his hips to give River easier access.

It nudged the head of him against River’s lips, and he grinned once, sharply, before swallowing him down again.

“Christ!” Cam yelped, hips bucking. River held him down with one hand on his hip, Cam’s knees squeezing on either side of his ribs.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” River told him.

His fingers spread the slick and pressed, teasing, until Cam welcomed at first only a knuckle.

River loosened his lips around Cam and let the arousal spill down his body, coating his hand and fingers, working Cam open.

Cam’s fingers twisted in his hair, tugging while he panted, hips trying to buck up into him, to chase his finger, take it deeper.

River let him have the second, an easy glide, coated in his own slick. Cam was squeezing tight, a vise around his fingers, and River hummed around the head of his cock, earning a moan.

“River,” Cam moaned, dragging out his name. “Please, come on.”

River loved the sound of his name on Cam’s lips, and aimed to make up for the past weeks he hadn’t been able to hear it.

“Just one more,” River said, voice rough, and began working the tip of his third finger at Cam’s entrance.

The omega arched beneath him, the head of his cock nudging at River’s face, and he smirked before taking him in, hardly pausing at the back of his throat before continuing. His lips brushed Cam’s skin, and River swallowed around him.

A curse ripped from Cam’s lips, and his hand tightened, dragging River up his length before his hips chased him a second later.

His third finger made it in to the second knuckle, and as Cam’s hips returned to the ground, River pressed in the rest of the way.

The weight of him kicked on River’s tongue, another yelp fucked out of Cam’s mouth. “River!” he cried, and spilled down River’s throat.

His ass fluttered around River’s fingers, and he worked them back and forth minimally, just enough to guide him through the first orgasm.

River drank him down like syrup, a honey vanilla caramel in the center of a truffle.

When he was done, when Cam was a puddle in the middle of the nest, he pulled away, rewarding him with a nip to his thigh before sitting up, removing his fingers.

The whole nest smelled like him now, and something like pride nestled down in River’s chest.

Cam blinked up at him, practically drowsy. “I want you,” he whined, letting his knees fall wide, and River wished he had a purr to answer it with.

Here, between them, the rest of the world didn’t exist. No cameras, no producers, no assistants or management or alphas. Just Cameron, in his purest form. At ease, letting River see who he truly was.

Cameron trusted River with this. With himself.

Hollywood’s action hero, reduced to a puddle at River’s hands… a beta.

The thought was electric, shooting up his spine and going right to his head.

He stroked his cock with the hand still coated with Cam’s arousal, slicking himself up.

Their breath exploded in tandem as River leaned over him, cocks brushing before he notched it lower.

Cam reached him before River could, his hand wrapping tight and stroking before leading him where he wanted him.

A kiss of heat, pressure, followed by an audible gasp from Cam, as River leaned down to taste the sound on his lips.

Beneath him, Cameron arched and wiggled excitedly, trying to take him deeper.

“Want it that bad?” River asked, shameless.

“Yes,” Cam moaned, hands pawing at River’s shoulder. “Please, come on.”

River grinned, wide and smug at the sound of desperation in his voice.

And even though Cam had already come once, River couldn’t deny him even if he wanted to.

River drew the few inches Cam had taken of his cock out, and as Cam parted his lips to complain, River thrust.

Cam’s fingers dug into River’s shoulders, mouth falling open in a moan as his hips rolled, attempting to take him even deeper.

River nudged his hips, sliding further inside, the squeeze of him impossibly tight, clutching at him.

They both groaned when River’s hips met the curve of Cam’s ass.

River took his mouth, Cam opening easily for him, their tongues twining. It was messy and lazy and they were both distracted by the same thing.

“Will you just… stay?” Cam asked, lips barely parting for him to get the question out.

River’s heart leapt, and he pressed into his palms so he could see Cam’s face. “Here?”

“Yeah. We’ll start shooting eventually anyway. Just stay here until then.”

Cam was so, so sweet. River loved him.

“If you thought I had any intention of leaving, try again,” he said, and pulled his hips back before plunging in.

River studied the shape of his lips, the way he was jostled with the thrust, how his eyes went half-lidded.

“G-good,” he said, the word hiccuped as River picked up the pace.

Between them, Cam’s cock, already hard and leaking again, brushed River’s stomach with each movement, and he angled his hips down. His sweetness spilled between them, filling the space, River’s head, coating his abdomen.

He hoped Cam’s scent bonded to his skin and never came out—and then wished there was a world where he could let it stay that way, instead of the shower they’d both find themselves in before leaving the apartment.

But that was for later.

For now, River let himself sink into Cameron, chasing the sounds of his moans with each roll of his hips.

He swallowed the scent of him down like a drug, knowing he was already addicted.

Cam’s cries increased in volume, his hips attempting to crash into River on each thrust, cock leaking against his stomach.

“Do you want to come again?” River asked.

Cam nodded, and River reached between them, circling his cock with a fist.

His arm flexed and burned as he balanced himself with it, continuing to thrust. And even if his rhythm was sloppier, Cameron didn’t seem to notice, not with the way his back was arching, nails dragging down River’s arm and shoulders, cock pulsing in his grip.

“Say my name when you come,” River told him.

A split second later, Cameron obeyed as he spilled over his fist in the same fashion River’s name spilled from those lips.

When he was finished, River paused, much to Cameron’s whining dismay, and made a show of licking his release off his hand.

Cam’s ass clenched around River’s cock as he watched, dick attempting a weak twitch on his stomach.

“Be grateful I’m giving you a break,” River drawled before releasing a finger with a wet pop. “Because you’re going to come again when I do,” River said.

Below him, Cam shivered and arched like a cat, grinning.

“You spoil me,” he moaned.

River leaned down to kiss him, sharing his candy-sweet taste, and Cam combed his finger through River’s hair, holding him to lap at his mouth and clean him of the flavor.

River grumbled, and felt the smile against Cam’s mouth.

He knew how to knock that smile off, and withdrew his hips before surging forward.

Arousal stroked down his spine, settling low in his gut and making him groan. He shoved his now clean hand into the nest on the other side of Cam’s head, giving himself better leverage.

His pace picked up, jostling Cam with each thrust, until he reached up to press against the wall of the nest and kept himself still. Little noises escaped Cam every time their skin crashed together, and each one only spurred River on.

“Missed you so much,” River grit out.

Pleasure bore down on him, need striking him hard, a spark alighting amongst an inferno.

“Stroke yourself,” River said, and Cam’s hand squeezed around his cock, knuckles bumping River’s belly with each stroke.

“That’s it, baby,” River said, voice deep with desire, and he watched the effect it had on Cam, a shiver dancing up his spine, a cry bitten back by teeth on his bottom lip.

“I wanna hear you,” River told him, “Come on.”

Each little pant and moan told River just how close Cameron was again. Each smack of their hips was loud from the slickness, Cam’s last release dripping between their legs, soaking into the nest. And each thrust was a testament to River’s control, dragging him closer and closer to the edge.

He had to fight to keep his rhythm steady, but it was a losing battle.

“Come with me baby, come on,” River gasped, hips swinging to plunge his cock deeper, feeling Cam squeeze around him as if trying to keep him inside.

Cam’s noises were loud and unhinged, and his scent was sweet and thick, not only in River’s nose but on his tongue, and he leaned down to nudge his nose against Cam’s neck. He lapped up the length of it, swallowing his taste once more.

He thought of Ashley, the way her scent paired with Cam’s now, even overpowering the sweetness with her citrus. They went as well together as he’d thought, maybe feared.

He thought of the way Cam didn’t even like alphas—except her.

He didn’t know if he hated Cam’s affection for her or wanted to encourage it.

Mine.

River’s pace stuttered, and Cam cried out as he tilted his hips, hitting particularly deep, and that was it.

Lightning struck, and River practically growled, biting hard at Cam’s shoulder as he came, spilling inside Cam with his pleased cry in his ear.

Mine.

River rocked his hips slower, feeling Cam quiver around him, his third release dripping freely between them, messy and perfect.

Cam’s head dropped to the nest, eyes fluttered closed, mouth rounded with each breath.

They collapsed together, and River framed his face, nipping and plucking at Cam’s lips with his own.

Eventually they floated down together and Cam’s eyes blinked open again, a lazy grin on his face.

“Well. I’d say this nest smells pretty nice, now.”

River was far too pleased to hear that, and buried a suddenly shy grin in Cam’s shoulder.

When he lifted up again, he noticed a reddish-purple bruise on Cam’s shoulder, cheeks flushing.

“Oops,” River said, brushing a thumb over the mark. “Sorry,” he said, but it felt like a lie.

“Don’t be,” Cameron said, smug in his own right, and shrugged that same shoulder. “We’re not shooting right now.”

Something in River rose up, possessive and curious and… needy.

Cameron may not be shooting, but there would be people who would see. Dylan, Ashley.

This omega bearing his mark proudly in front of those alphas…

The pressure behind his breastbone at just the thought made him lower his head, the desire to see Cameron covered in his marks taking over.

“Well,” River said, leaning down to nip at the other shoulder. “Don’t mind if I do.”

They’d make it to the shower eventually.

Later.

After.