The man stood on tiptoes to look at his whole face above the crack in the bathroom mirror. He had known alphas to wreck places but he had never known an alpha to call such a wrecked place home. If he hadn’t been walking next to Hairy, he wouldn’t have ever ventured into this side of town.

Was it too late to suggest that he pay for a hotel room?

He’d already got away with so many things today that would be unthinkable with every other alpha he knew. Right from the start Hairy had such a warm relaxed manner, if it wasn’t for the body, it’d really be possible to forget he was an alpha. Maybe he could push a little on where they slept tonight?

He let out a low whistle picturing how Hairy looked in those tight shorts.

What was he thinking? There was NO way he could risk losing a chance of being slammed by that beautiful alpha just because he was concerned about a lumpy mattress. It wasn’t as if he would actually be sleeping on it.

Alphas were notoriously territorial, and although it showed in a different way than normal, Hairy did tick that box. The man had spent an inordinate time telling him the story of every single cushion he’d bought for the couch. Each cushion was ugly and tasteless. He imagined his mammy would fumigate the whole house if any one of them appeared within a mile of her lounge.

He glanced himself in the mirror. Thinking of how cute the massive alpha looked lovingly stroking a bedraggled grey knitted thing with a wonky animal face on it, was making him smile. Quickly he changed his expression to pouty sultriness. More than one alpha had told him he had an ugly goofy beta smile. He had been laughing a lot with Hairy, maybe he had already undone whatever had attracted Hairy to him?

Everything felt right. But something wasn’t quite right. He needed to make sure Hairy didn’t change his mind about sharing a bed.

He licked a finger and smoothed out his eyebrows. Then scrubbed across his forehead. He’d finally managed to rub off all of the thick layers of sunblock. Gads. He couldn’t believe he’d spent the day happily flirting with a gorgeous alpha when he looked such a mess. True his skin wasn’t peeling. And he’d kept his promise to his mammy. But how had he scored with anyone, let alone a man like Hairy, when he was walking around looking like a baby with overprotective parents on his first trip to the beach?

Maybe that was why when Hairy first brought him back to the flat, he’d not thrown him down on his bed and immediately ravaged him?

They were having the grandest time joking together as if they were real friends, but he knew from experience, that alphas did not take time to point out the view of a carpark through their living room window when they were with someone they wanted to get naked with.

Hairy had probably been waiting for him to clean himself up all this time. Usually an alpha would have kicked him out or just plain ordered him to go wash up. Hairy must really like him to be this patient. He put a hand over his mouth to stop himself giggling with pure joy. One could never be absolutely ready for sex with an alpha, but he was going to do his absolute best to please this outstanding man tonight. He pinched himself twice then took a deep breath and went back into the living area.

‘Bikey! You’ve been ages!’ Hairy called out.

Had anyone in the history of the world ever possessed such a lovely loud resounding voice before? It was as if they were in a huge crowd of people and Hairy was choosing him above everyone else and shouting out for his sole attention.

Oh, and each time Hairy said ‘Bikey’, it gave him shivers of pleasure. Given a pet name by an alpha the first time they met…it was more than he’d ever dreamed of. The power of an alpha meant he already felt more like Bikey than anything else he’d ever been called.

Of course, he knew it wouldn’t last. It was always the same with every single alpha. They could turn on all their charm when it amused them to seduce him. But once they’d had him, they felt no need to disguise their boredom and had no shyness in telling him to get out of their sight.

Bikey didn’t mind though, not much. He knew the deal and he always accepted it. The inevitable post-sex rejection  just made him savour and try to memorise every moment of Hairy’s current niceness.

Bikey walked over to where Hairy was sitting at the kitchen counter. He tried to convey with each stride ‘I am strong enough to take the full force of your loving, I totally submit to anything you want’, which isn't easy when the space is small and he had to maneuvre around a sofa and coffee table to reach his man.

Hairy patted the plastic chair next to him. It wasn’t exactly the signal of uncontrollable lust that Bikey was waiting for, but he obviously obeyed.

‘Aki’s cooking for you. He’s got his Mr Bossy pants on; he says I have to feed my guest properly, that I can’t expect you to live on protein shakes. And I have to learn all about beta physiology.’ Hairy rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out.

It was a testament to Hairy’s aura that Bikey had not noticed his flatmate moving around the small kitchen area of the appartment. He hadn’t even looked in that direction. 

After Aki disappeared into his bedroom, Bikey assumed he wouldn’t see him again. As much as he wanted to be alone with Hairy, he wasn’t going to complain too much at having the visual feast of this other beautiful man again. Next to anyone else, Aki would be impossible to ignore. With his dark brooding eyes, full lips, incredible cheekbones, the man was a piece of what Bikey liked best. That commanding alpha voice too was straight out of his most deeply secret BDSM humiliation fantasies.

Aki looked at him now as if he knew exactly what Bikey was thinking.

Without pausing in chopping an onion with extreme speed, Aki said, ‘I’ll go to the library tomorrow. There must be something in the stacks about betas. Until then we’ll be relying on whatever information you give us to devise a training plan.’

Bikey frowned. Aki seemed to have more of the usual alpha demeanour than Hairy. And much more awareness. He was sure that when he’d said that thing earlier about Hairy being a ‘guaranteed star’, Aki had seen through the flattering lie and guessed at the truth: the woman at admin dismissably telling Bikey that ‘Hairy’s not the brightest crayon in the box, but he’ll do for you’.

Why would this other alpha also treat Bikey like someone he wanted to look after?

Hairy rubbed the back of his head and gave a nervous laugh, obviously picking up on Bikey’s confusion.

‘Yeah. Ummm. I guess I should tell you this outright even though you’ll see pretty fast anyhows. I’m only good at the actual doing side. Not anything that involves writing. Or reading. Aki knows more than me just from trying to help me. So, yeah, while you’ve been in the bathroom, he’s been asking me all sorts of questions about what I mean to do with you, and telling me I have to be gentle and all that because you’re a beta. And I said that, you’re an athlete, so it doesn’t matter that you’re a beta, you’ll be able to do the same as me, that’s the point, right? And then Aki said I was, yaknow, a useless idiot, and he’d take control and have to guide me what to do.’

Bikey breathed deeply. He stared down at the cheap material of the breakfast bar counter. At least he was sitting down. If he’d been standing there’d be no way to hide the tremble that went through his body at the thought of what these two alphas were going to do to him.

‘You alright, Bikey?’ Hairy put a huge hand on Bikey’s forehead. ‘You’ve gone all red. Did you catch too much sun after all even with all the sunblock on? It has been a scorcher of a day. That big bad fierce sun must have crept through somehow. Don't worry I'll apply it for you everywhere tomorrow. Not an inch of you will escape my attention once I get going.'

Finally, Bikey managed to mumble, ‘You don’t need to go gentle on me. Please don’t go gentle at all.’