Page 4 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

Those boxer-briefs hid nothing. They hugged the generous globes of his cheeks, the heavy balls between his thighs. Mav lifted his leg to remove his boot, and Telos’ blood rushed south.

Never thought I’d see him with his legs spread, in front of me like this.

It was everything Telos couldn’t have, and his teeth ached.

He needed to tear his eyes away. But Mav put his foot down and lifted his other leg, an unwitting invitation. Telos’ ears rang.

It would be so easy to step between Mav’s legs, grind up between his cheeks. Let him feel how hard he’d made Telos. Push him down onto the bed, rut against him until they both came.

Telos wrenched his attention back to the microwave, watching Mav from the corner of his eye. Especially when Mav turned, and the boxer-briefs hugged the thick curve of his bulge.

Hold off until showertime,Telos told his aching cock.

The microwave dinged loudly. He jumped.

Mav snorted. “Scared by a little bell?”

“If only you knew,” Telos muttered darkly. He retrieved his pie and dug through his bag for a plastic fork, then retreated to the twin bed further away.

Mav popped Major Licking’s Four Cheese Ravioli into the microwave.

The rotating bowl took painfully long to heat up. Telos broke open his pie crust to let the filling cool, discreetly watching as Mav rummaged through his own bag to decide what he’d eat next.

Finally, the microwave dinged. Telos made himself calm down. This was payback. “You shouldn’t be eating that. It’s mine.”

Mav smirked and opened the microwave, grabbing the tray. He’d barely looked at it when he paused. “What is that?”

Telos knew what he was looking at. The raviolis were tiny, mostly pasta with a tasteless, fingernail-sized glob of filling, and the chicken slices were shriveled and pathetic. There were probably two chopped-up pieces of tomatoes, and it looked nothing like the picture on the box. “Four cheese ravioli, wasn’t it?”

Mav cut him a suspicious look. He peeled off the plastic film and speared a steaming ravioli with his fork, putting it into his mouth. He chewed. And frowned. “It’s tasteless.”

“I’m sure your taste buds are malfunctioning. It’s delicious.”

Mav scowled and put two more pieces into his mouth. He chewed again. “This is crap.”

Telos bit down his grin. “I’m sure it just needs to sit longer in your mouth. The flavors will begin to explode.”

They stared at each other, Mav’s eyes flashing.

“You tricked me,” the other alpha growled.

Telos quit holding it in. He hugged his pot pie closer and cackled. “You snatched it from under my nose. Itoldyou it was mine.”

“You fucker.” Mav dropped the tray and lunged.

Telos barely managed to shove himself further up the bed. Then Mav was on him, grabbing his shoulder, slamming him down as he straddled Telos.

“You’re gonna ruin my pie,” Telos squawked, holding his pie as far away from Mav as he could. But pieces of crust were already falling onto his pillow.

“If I have to suffer through a shitty meal, then so do you,” Mav snarled, grabbing at the pie.

He was big. Heavy. Telos stretched his body and pushed his pie away from Mav’s snatching fingers, his mind blowing a little becauseMav’s abs were almost in his face.Mav’s thighs were girthy and solid on either side of him, and he was lunging forward, his bulge inches from Telos’ mouth.

If he leaned closer...

Telos almost dropped the pie, he was holding it so far away.

Mav snarled and lunged, and that warm bulge shoved into Telos’ face, soft and musky and a thousand times better than Telos’ wildest imagination.

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