Page 31 of The Price of Ice

“You wanna see?” He sounded amused and completely shameless.

And Kallen wasn’t an alpha, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t healthily competitive, and it was impossible to miss the dare in Levy’s dark eyes.

“Show me,” he said, and found himself falling into that calm space he’d called the oasis.

It couldn’t possibly do anything at this distance, or at least Kallen assumed pheromones were required for whatever weird magic to take place, it was just how he felt right then. Easy, and open, and brave. But maybe Levy could see something of it in his face, because he readily surrendered, scooting back on his own bed until Kallen could see he was in just his boxers, which were looking quite tight at the moment. Kallen’s mouth watered. Fuck, why hadn’t he returned the favour when he’d had the chance?

“Show me,” he repeated.

Levy stretched dramatically as he took off his shirt, and even knowing he was going slow because of his elbow didn’t detract from the beauty of his muscles shifting under his golden skin. When he came out of the other side with a shit-eating smirk, Kallen was already giving him a quelling look.

“Like what you see?” Levy teased, leaning back and spreading his legs, good arm tucked behind his head like he had all the time in the world.

Kallen could have reminded him they didn’t, but instead he narrowed his eyes and rolled his shoulders back, twisting his neck as if he needed to stretch and exposing his throat.

Levy hissed, then laughed. “You dick!”

“Yourdick,” Kallen corrected, fully knowing it was childish.

Levy sighed. “Do you still have—?” he cut himself off and lifted his arse to pull off his underwear at last, leaving his cock bouncing a little as he settled back down. It was dark and hard, thick enough Kallen could imagine struggling to get his lips around it.

Unable to look away as he was, he adjusted the phone, only then scrambling to sit down on his bed before he had an accident. “Wait, do I still have what?”

“It’s nothing—” Levy said at once, and squeezed the base of his cock, which was extremely distracting.

Even more distracting was the knock on the door. Kallen cursed under his breath. “Gimme a minute.”

He got them to leave the tray on the floor, wrapped himself in a towel to grab it, and promptly abandoned it on the side table to get back to bed.

Levy was still there, thank God, teasing himself, lazy and unbothered. Kallen swallowed hard, then he said, “Stop.”

His friend startled a little, but the look he shot Kallen wasn’t just surprised. “What?”

“You can ask me, I won’t... I don’t know, I won’t think it’s weird or whatever. I think...” He felt his face warming up but pushed through. “I think you are hot, and funny, so...”

Levy’s mouth curved a little upwards, dimpling on the right like it did when he was pleased. His hand had stilled on his lap, now he pulled it up to scratch at his stomach. “Hotandfunny?” he asked gently, and Kallen was so taken with his eyes he forgot to look anywhere else.

“I’m not saying it again.”

“Okay,” Levy huffed, but he was still smiling a little, like he couldn’t quite help it. “I was wondering if you still had the marks, from...”

“Oh.” Kallen’s stomach had either teleported out of his body or he’d swallowed a fuckload of air. “Um.” He glanced down at his own body, even though he’d seen them in the shower that morning.

They probably weren’t dark enough to show on the phone’s camera.

“Yeah,” he settled for.

He couldn’t have looked up for all the hockey cups in the world. Not until Levy said, silky and intimate, “Good.”

And then he could do nothing but look up, meet his eyes and see the softness right there. Something he’d never seen on anyone’s eyes before and that right that moment felt like he couldn’t lose ever again.

“Guess I don’t need to leave any today then,” Levy joked.

Kallen huffed a laugh, half relief, half delight. “Guess you don’t. You gonna show me how you like it? For next time,” he added, feeling like he was jumping off a cliff by echoing those words he’d been treasuring since the previous evening.

“Only if you show me too,” the alpha stipulated, but he immediately licked his right palm, slow and generous, visibly poking his tongue between his fingers in a way that left Kallen regretting he hadn’t watched him perform that blowjob.

Next time, he reminded himself, then promptly got distracted as Levy’s hand came down to play with the head of his dick, collecting precome and then travelling down its considerable length barely squeezing. He groaned, eyelashes fluttering as he let his head fall backwards onto the pillows. The long line of his throat strong with muscle and completely vulnerable at the same time.

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