The next day, Chris was already buzzing with anticipation. He had known Ash was coming home today, but he had no idea his boyfriend would show up straight from college. He was halfway through tidying his room when the doorbell rang, and instinctively, he darted to the door. When he swung it open, the sight of Ash standing there—smiling, bag slung casually over one shoulder—made Chris freeze. His jaw loosened, and a wide, almost involuntary grin spread across his face.

"Hey…" Chris said, his voice caught somewhere between surprise and excitement. He stepped aside, opening the door wider.

"Oh finally, the omega's heat will be over," Tianna’s voice called teasingly from the living room.

Chris’ face flamed red. “Tianna!” he whispered, shoving past embarrassment and rushing upstairs to change clothes. He had known Ash was coming for the day, but clearly, this was more personal than he anticipated.

Downstairs, Ash looked around the living room and spotted Tianna lying on the couch. "Hey, how you doing?" she asked casually.

"Good, good," Ash replied with a grin. "You in college as well, you know how it is, man."

"Honestly," Tianna said, leaning back with a sigh, "I couldn’t relate more to anything else right now."

Chris’ mom appeared from the balcony, her cheerful presence instantly warming the room. “Hey! How are you doing?”

“Very well, ma’am,” Ash replied respectfully.

“When did you get back from school?” she asked.

“Just arrived,” Ash answered.

“So you haven’t gone home yet?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile widened. “Then you must be hungry. Would you like some pancakes?”

Ash chuckled softly. “Yes, please.”

She handed him a small tray, carefully packed, and added, “Enjoy them with Chris—they were made by Tianna.”

“Thanks, ma’am,” Ash said, taking the tray.

By the time Chris returned, dressed and composed, Ash had finished a few bites already. They were about to leave when Tianna called out, “Alright boys, take it easy!” Her words carried a hint of mischief, clearly teasing Chris about what awaited him with Ash after not seeing him for so long.

As they drove, Chris glanced at Ash. “Where are we going?”

“My favourite place,” Ash replied with a small grin.

Chris raised an eyebrow, feigning indignation. “I thought I was your favourite?”

“You’re my favourite person,” Ash said simply. The words sent a blush straight to Chris’ cheeks.

“Does your family know you’re coming home?” Chris asked.

“Of course. I told them I’d go to your house first. They won’t see me for a week after this,” Ash said confidently.

At that moment, a text from Sienna popped up on Chris’ phone.

“Bet you won’t be able to walk after seeing my brother 😉💀”

Chris laughed softly, typing back, “I’m well aware. Already prepared 😏”

Sienna replied with a skull emoji, and Chris giggled. “Speak of the devil, Sienna just texted me,” he murmured to Ash.

Eventually, they arrived at a small, unassuming house that somehow radiated peace. Even from the outside, Chris could feel the calming energy that seemed to soak into the air, a feeling that this place was always in a gentle, eternal summer.

Ash took the key from his pocket and locked the door behind them. “This was my late grandma’s house,” he said softly. “My bond with her was… indescribable, especially after my sister died. Coming here always eases me. It’s my comfort place. Even after she passed, I still come here. I wanted you to see it too… my favourite person in my favourite place.”

Chris felt the weight of those words settle in his chest. There was a tangible peace here, one he could feel as soon as he stepped in.

Ash glanced at him. “Let’s take a shower.”

Chris nodded, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Together?” Ash asked.

Chris’ eyes sparkled. “Sure.”

They entered the bathroom, and Ash prepared the tub while Chris leaned against the counter, watching him move with a relaxed familiarity. Soon, they were both in the warm water, Ash’s broad shoulders almost enveloping Chris as they talked and laughed like two friends catching up. Their words flowed freely, interspersed with gentle kisses and playful touches.

As the conversation deepened, so did their closeness. Ash turned Chris’s face and kissed him; he wasn’t ever going to kiss him again. Then, after a while of kissing, he moved Chris to the other side of the tub. Then he went to him, and now he was facing Chris, so they continued kissing intensely. Ash was about to penetrate Chris because he felt his member was too hard; it was going to break.

He started thrusting into Chris and kept going further while Chris moaned, his two legs on Ash’s shoulders. They kept moving back and forth, and the sound of the water splashing in the tub filled the bathroom. As Chris continued moaning, the sound was driving Ash crazy, so he couldn’t control himself. He just kept moving deeper and faster into Chris. After a while, he started making deep moaning sounds: “Ugh… Ugh… Ughhh…” and finally released inside Chris, apologizing, “Fuck, I’m sorry, I came inside you. I was about to go crazy.”

Chris, in a low, gentle whispering voice, said, “It’s okay.” But then they weren’t done. They came out of the tub to the shower and turned it on. Under the shower, they started kissing. Chris rested on the wall while Ash continued kissing him, then lifted his left leg, then his right one. Once again, Chris’s legs were in the air, and, of course, Ash dived in deep again and again, like there was no tomorrow. Chris was feeling it deep inside and kept moaning, this time louder because it felt so good; he didn’t want it to stop.

From the shower to the bathroom door to the bed, they tried different styles, including where Chris rode Ash like he had fifty years of experience. They were both crazy, and this went on for about three hours. The skies were already dark by the time they finished, and, of course, Chris wasn’t even able to lay down on his back because his lower back hurt so much from doggy and riding.

Ash brought out the pancakes Chris’s mom had given them, which were made by Tianna, and he made milk to take with them. Chris had to eat while lying down on his chest. Meanwhile, Ash just admired his post-fucked look because it was sexy and driving him insane.

By the time they finally paused, the sky outside had darkened. Chris’ back ached from the movement and closeness, but the exhaustion was sweet, filled with warmth and affection. Ash handed him the pancakes their mother had packed, and Chris nibbled them while resting on Ash’s chest, laughing softly at how silly they must have looked.

Ash then revealed the gifts he had brought for Chris—carefully chosen items, including a sleek leather jacket, a new set of headphones, and a stylish pair of sneakers. Chris’ eyes widened. “You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” Ash said simply. “For you.”

Chris hugged him tightly. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Ash’s lips.

Later, Ash ordered food for them, and they ate together, cuddled on the bed, content in each other’s presence. When it was finally time to sleep, they showered quickly, Ash helping Chris apply a soothing cream on his hip to ease the soreness from earlier.

They lay together afterward, arms wrapped around each other, hearts still racing but minds at peace. The house, the day, and each other’s presence felt like home.

Chris closed his eyes, smiling softly. “I missed this,” he murmured.

“Me too,” Ash whispered back. “Me too.”

And finally, for the first time that day, the world outside could wait, because here, in this small house, it was just the two of them, and everything felt perfectly right.