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Porsche closed his eyes as he allowed his body to sink into the sofa beneath him. He could hear Pete’s breathing next to him and he could hear their alphas bickering not so quietly about which whisky they should have.
Porsche stretched his legs out as far as he could go before bringing them back up onto the sofa so that he could curl into himself. The warm fuzziness of the alcohol he’d drank at Yok’s was making him crave comfort but with his alpha busy bothering Vegas he’d have to make do with his own arms.
Porsche opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at Pete.
Porsche couldn’t help but admire the alpha, he’d always liked Pete, and liked how Pete was comfortable in his identity and never tried to push that he was an alpha in Porsche’s face.
Now though Porsche’s feelings for Pete were mixed in with an overwhelming amount of pride.
As Pete wasn’t looking at him, Porsche could admire all the bites on Pete’s neck. Porsche knew that despite how covered Pete’s neck was, Vegas’ was somehow covered in even more bites. If Porsche squinted he could see the thick scars that covered Pete’s chest, they were hard to see as a new round of marks were decorating his torso and chest.
Pete had explained how he got the scars to Porsche once, and Porsche’s respect for Pete’s strength grew as he saw the way the alpha’s eyes lit up whilst describing the sensation of being whipped with a belt.
Porsche flicked his eyes back up to Pete’s neck and looked to just below his ear where a deeper scar resided. This one was relatively simple, to anyone else it looked like two lines that just so happened to meet together, Pete and those close to him knew that it was really a V for Vegas.
Once again Vegas bore a similar mark of possession, except his scar was made out of a brand of Pete’s name that he kept tucked away on his hip.
He couldn’t help the small flare of curiosity and desire that bloomed from his scent, Pete and Vegas were an incredible couple. They both had such an insane amount of power and control over one another and yet neither of them allowed it to consume them. (Even if their newest tattoo said otherwise).
Porsche had zoned out slightly, getting lost in his thoughts but when he felt eyes on him he turned to look at Pete who had his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Porsche.
Porsche tried to shrug away Pete’s questioning look but he still felt the burn of it on him. He tried to correct his scent for one that hopefully smelt of a hazy drunk happiness and not whatever he’d smelt like before, that had caught Pete’s attention.
The alpha next to him let out a small grumble, which Porsche never felt anything but amused by as it didn’t ever have the effect that Pete aimed for. Porsche jumped slightly when he felt Pete’s hand touch his arm, he tried to play it off as Pete’s scent was starting to grow worried and the last thing Porsche wanted was his alpha and Vegas coming over to see what was going on.
Porsche turned back to Pete who was still looking at him with concern, “I’m fine Pete, it’s probably just the alcohol” Porsche had barely finished speaking before Pete’s confused eyebrows grew deeper, “I thought you were a heavy drinker?” Pete’s reply wasn’t what Porsche wanted, Why couldn’t the alpha just drop it?
“I’m fine Pete” he repeated “It’s just late and the alcohol and I miss Kinn” Porsche knew this wouldn’t work to ease Pete’s confusion, Kinn was just across the room from them, how could Porsche miss him?
Except Porsche did miss Kinn.
He’d been spending more and more time with Khun and Kim, desperately working with his brothers to gain some control back on their family and business. And if Kinn wasn’t with his brothers he was running about shouting at people in the house who hadn’t been doing the things that were expected of them. Or he was out doing business that didn’t include Porsche at his side for protection.
Porsche was feeling more and more like he was wasting away. He felt like a kept omega and that had never been what he wanted. He wanted to be back outside fighting for Kinn and his family. He wanted to be included in the meetings so that on the rare occasion a business affiliate of Kinn’s would ask Porsche what he thought of something he’d actually be able to reply rather than having to say that he wasn’t sure, he hated having to answer those people in such a way. He could feel their eyes narrow as he replied, clearly reevaluating his usefulness at Kinn’s side.
Hell, Porsche never even wore his uniform anymore. He’d kept it on for a while, but as more days passed with him doing nothing but sitting around and waiting for something to happen he grew to realise that he no longer had any reason to be wearing it.
Even the drinks at Yok’s tonight weren’t meant to include Porsche, Kinn had mentioned in passing that he wasn’t going to be joining Porsche in bed that evening and after Porsche pressed the question Kinn said that he ‘needed’ to meet Vegas for drinks. It took longer than Porsche would like to admit to convince Kinn to let him go with him, and the unhappiness in his stomach grew after they arrived and Porsche saw that Pete was by Vegas’ side.
Porsche’s body betrayed him again by allowing a small tear flow from his eye, he tried to ignore it, not wanting it to catch Pete’s attention. Porsche smelt the change in Pete, his tear had been spotted and Porsche could feel his lip wobble at the thought of letting anyone see him like this. He never let anyone see him cry, not even Chay but Porsche was really starting to feel sick of being worthless.
He felt more than saw Pete open his arms and Porsche more or less threw himself at the alpha. Pete’s scent wasn’t the one he wanted but after so long without Kinn’s arms or scent around him, Porsche would take what he could. He could tell by Pete’s scent that he had worked out what Porsche was feeling but Porsche didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed. He just allowed himself to sink into the embrace.
He felt Pete press a kiss into Porsche’s hair, any other time Porsche would protest, but at this point he really didn’t care. The kiss to his hair was followed by Pete carefully stroking down Porsche’s back, Porsche melted into Pete at the sensation. He’d always loved being pet and it wasn’t something he’d realised that he was missing from Kinn until now.
Porsche did briefly wonder how Pete was so good at calming an omega, but that was a question for another day.
“Do you want to do something dumb that will definitely get your knot-head of an alphas attention?” Pete’s voice was nothing more than a whisper, clearly he was being cautious to not be heard by the alphas who had finally found the perfect whisky.
Porsche nodded into Pete’s neck, not trusting his voice. He bit back his complaint as Pete pulled on Porsche’s hair to lift his head. Porsche flushed slightly realising just how close their faces were like this before realising that this is what Pete wanted. Porsche felt his face grow redder before nodding his consent and allowing Pete’s unfamiliar lips to press to his own.
He froze for a second at the strange sensation but he quickly got over it. He couldn’t remember the last time Kinn had kissed him on the lips and he’d honestly forgotten how nice it could feel. Porsche let out a little whine when he felt Pete prying his mouth open but he didn’t resist, he let the alphas tongue lick inside of his mouth and he tried to reciprocate but Porsche’s brain still hadn’t even processed that this was happening. He just let Pete take everything he wanted, only responding with little whimpers.
Porsche thought he heard a glass smash but he didn’t think about it for long, as Pete had now gripped him by his lower back and was pulling Porsche’s body closer into his own. Porsche whined when Pete pulled back to lick at his throat but was quickly silenced by the alphas mouth back on his. With his legs spread across Pete’s lap, Porsche couldn’t close his legs to stop the small drop of slick from leaking out of him.
He whined high and distraught when he felt a hand in his hair harshly pull him away from Pete’s lips. He watched as Pete licked his lips before smirking.
Porsche’s senses were clearing and he could smell that it was Kinn behind him. Kinn was furious and the scent of his anger was making Porsche want to hide but he was still trapped on Pete’s lap with his alpha crowded behind him. Porsche watched as Pete lazily moved his hands from Porsche’s lower back round to his thighs, he gave them a squeeze and lifted Porsche off of him and back onto the space that Porsche had been sitting in before.
Porsche watched as Pete stood up. Pete didn’t even bother looking at Kinn, he just shoved past him before reaching out for Vegas’ waiting hand. Pete only turned to look back as he was about to leave the room, he was smirking again, defiant against Kinn’s rage.
“Porsche” he said, voice dripping with smug satisfaction “Feel free to text me if you want me and Vegas to help with the lack of alpha attention” with that he left.
Porsche was left with his alpha whose hands were clenched and with his trousers soaked in slick. He leaned back against the sofa, throat bared and waited.