Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

GAbrIEL

“Wow, it’s crowded.” Matthew surveys the lake’s beach where hundreds of sun tents and umbrellas make colorful dots along the sand.

“Where should we set up?” I ask them while Liam grabs our stuff from the back of the truck and loads up the wagon.

“Close to the bathrooms,” Kat says. “I pee every hour.”

She’s exaggerating, but it’s somewhat true. I grab Kat and haul her against my side, rubbing my hand over her baby bump. She’s visibly pregnant now that she’s sixteen weeks. “Sounds good.”

“By the bathrooms then.” Liam points. “They’re over by the concession stand that way.”

We traverse the hot sidewalk and then even hotter sand until we find a spot. Liam and I put up the sun tent, burying the poles to hold it in place. It’s not too windy. The beach is artificial, trucked in around the lake to make a shoreline. It’s not as good as the clear turquoise waters of Brazil, but it’s better than nothing during this heatwave. Everyone else had the same thought, it seems. This is the last hurrah of summer. In a few days, the temperature drops .

“There,” Matthew says as he positions the beach chairs and a large blanket under the shade we’ve made. He grabs our bag and rifles through it. “Sunscreen?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Kat says, reaching for the hem of her cover up. She peels it off, revealing her swimsuit. It’s a bikini. White with crocheted lace and cute string ties that make bows at her hips and back. Her pregnant belly sticks out over the top of her triangle bottoms and her full breasts strain the cups of her top. “I can’t reach some places anymore.”

“I’ll rub you down.” I take the sunscreen out of Matthew’s hand before he can protest. He quirks one eyebrow, then smiles and shakes his head.

Liam grabs his wallet from the bag. “I’m going to see if I can buy us more ice. I don’t think we packed enough to last us for the day.”

“Come here, meu docinho .” I squirt sunscreen into my palm and rub them together, then rub it into her skin. She’s so damn soft.

“I can do my front,” she says.

“Nonsense.” I ignore her protests and take my task seriously, rubbing sunscreen over her from head to toe. Applying it carefully to her pretty face, making sure I get her neck and ears. She holds her hair up for me. I move around to her back, making sure to work the sunscreen along her nape and underneath the edges of her suit.

For her legs, I kneel on the blanket and run my hands up and down each one. When I get to her ass, I have fun groping and teasing her while I make sure that area’s protected from the sun, too. I work my hands under her bikini bottom.

Kat gives me a knowing look. “I don’t think my ass is at risk of getting burned.”

“You can never be too careful,” I tell her, moving to the other buttock. “Skin cancer is no joke, and you’re pale. ”

Once she’s fully coated, I pull my shirt over my head and slip out of my sandals and shorts. Kat’s eyes travel immediately down my body. “Wow,” she says. “Those are tiny. And tight.”

“Do you like what you see?” I tense my abdomen, showing off the extra work I’ve been putting in at the gym lately. Matthew tosses me the bronzing oil and I spray it on my chest and abs, rubbing it in. I make sure to dip my coated hand below the edge of my tight red Sunga shorts. I started wearing them after my first trip to Brazil to meet my extended family. Getting your first pair is like a right of passage for the boys there as they turn into men.

Kat rips her eyes away from my cock and the way it strains my swim trunks. She sees the oil I’m rubbing all over myself. “You’re not worried about skin cancer for yourself?”

“No.” By the end of the day, my skin will be nice and dark. I tan quickly, and my base tan from jogging shirtless has already gotten me halfway there. Kat, on the other hand, is blessed with none of my melanin. I don’t want her creamy skin to burn and peel. Matthew either. He turns as red as a lobster, then bursts into freckles. “Sunscreen?” I ask him.

Matthew nods, and I wipe the tanning oil off my palms with a towel, then grab the higher spf sunscreen for him. I rub him down, coating him thoroughly. I get under his suit, using the excuse to knead his ass and bump my cock against his. His shorts are loose and dark blue. They hide his thickening cock better than mine.

“They were sold out of ice,” Liam says, coming back empty-handed. He shoves his wallet into the bottom of our bag to hide it.

“Sunscreen?” Kat asks him.

“Thanks, kitten. Wanna rub me down?” Liam stands there and lets Kat tend to him, coating him in white sunscreen and working it into his skin. When she copies us by groping him underneath his loose patterned swim trunks, I can’t help but grin. She’s a fast learner.

Liam grunts, but holds still for her until all of us are coated. She clicks the top closed and tosses it into our beach bag. “All done?” Liam asks.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He scoops her up, and Kat shrieks, alarmed, as he carries her through the crowd toward the water. “Because I’m gonna need the cold water after that .”

Matthew and I follow them to the water.

“Don’t toss me in!” She wraps her arms around his neck and clings to him.

“Of course I won’t.” Liam seems offended that she thinks he’d do such a thing. “But I’m not letting you walk. The sand is hot. You’ll burn your feet.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Kat rolls her eyes, but smiles. But the smile drops from her face when she gets her first taste of the water’s temperature. “Crap! That’s cold.”

“It’s better to get it over fast,” Liam says, wading in without stopping.

Fuck, it’s freezing. She wasn’t kidding.

Kat struggles in his grip, gasping as cold lake water splashes her legs and ass. “Oh my God! Wait… wait! I’m not used to it yet!”

Liam ignores her complaints and carries her in deeper until the water laps at her neck. “See? It’s better if you get it over with quickly.”

She clings onto him like a baby koala. “Don’t you dare drop me.”

“Never.” The look Liam gives her is obsessive. When rowdy kids next to us splash around, he turns them so the cold droplets hit his back. Ever the gentleman .

“Hey, Mattie,” I say, giving Matthew a side eye. “Were you ever baptized?”

Matthew looks up from the stray water plant he’s picking off his back. “No, I’m not religious. Why? Wait… No.” His eyes go wide with fear.

Before he can splash away, I grab him and crush him to me. “Deep breath, meu amor .” Then I bend my knees and take him with me as I dunk us both below the water. Liam is right—it’s better to get acclimated fast. Like ripping off a bandage.

We surface and I shake my head, droplets spraying everywhere.

“Let’s see how you like it,” Matthew says. He grabs my shoulders and, grinning, I let him shove me under. I skim my hands over his body as I float back up. Get a good handful and squeeze his ass.

Breaking the surface, I release my breath and suck in air and shake my head to send droplets splashing at him. I grin. “I liked that a lot. Let’s do it again.”

A whistle blows and a lifeguard shouts through their megaphone. “No roughhousing!”

Oops.

Kat shakes her head at us, but smiles. “You’re gonna get us kicked out and we just got here.”

I pull Matthew to me, my hand on his ass to keep him from floating away. “I’ll behave.”

“I’m not sure you know how,” Matthew says with a grin.

“Put me down,” Kat says, fidgeting. Liam lets her feet drop but he stays close. As if the murky lake full of people and lifeguards and park rangers is full of unseen dangers. She paddles around, treading water and keeping cool. “Oh!” she yelps, pulling up short.

“What is it?” Liam’s muscles tense. Like he’s prepared to scoop her up and haul her out at a moment’s notice .

“I think I smacked a fish with my foot.” Kat reaches for him. “I changed my mind, pick me up. I hate when I can’t see the bottom.”

Liam scoops her into his arms and moves them further out where fewer fish swim around. They seem to be thicker in the shallows where the lake is warmer and the bugs hover.

“Hey,” I say to Mattie, tugging him against my chest. I drop my voice so it’s husky. “Want to go to the bathroom?”

“I went before we left.”

“No.” I dip my hand beneath the edge of his suit and skim and palm his entire ass cheek. “Want to go to the bathroom?”

“Really? Here?” He glances around.

“Why not?” I ask him. “They’ll keep each other entertained.”

It’s not Liam’s fault that he’s been a bit distracted lately. His alpha instincts drive him to be preoccupied with his omega while she’s pregnant. Vulnerable. The dynamic specialist whose brain I picked at work told me what to expect while we’re expecting. Besides, all it does is give me and Mattie some extra time together. I don’t mind that at all.

“Okay,” he agrees, his voice husky.

We slip away, dripping all over the hot sand as we trek up to the concession stand. There are multiple bathrooms here. It’s a big state park. There’s even a mixed gender family bathroom that’s private.

Perfect.

I steer him inside and shut the door, locking it. And then I’m on him. His body melts against mine, slippery and wet with sunscreen and water. I pick him up, my hands under his ass, and lift him onto the sink.

His thighs spread for me. A perfect invitation. I step between them, grinding our clothed cocks together while I kiss him senseless. We need to be quick. Quiet .

He writhes against me, kissing me harder. His frenzy feeds mine. Nails rake down my back and our cocks harden. The sound of people outside the flimsy door makes it hotter. I do my best to make him moan as I tug his dick free of his loose swim trunks.

The ruddy tip of his cock leaks, pre-cum making a sticky mess of my hand. I squeeze, jerking him, while my tongue thrusts past his lips. Fuck his mouth in time with the movement of my hand.

I’m so hard. My cock aches inside my tight swim briefs.

It’s a fast and dirty public fucking. Matthew’s hips thrust his cock into the ring of my hand and I jerk him faster. Squeeze harder. Until he comes for me. I swallow down his moans, enjoying the way Matthew hums with pleasure. Enjoying the way his warm cum splatters on the both of us. It drips down his cock and my fingers, but some of it’s splashed across my abs.

“My turn,” he says once he’s caught his breath.

Matthew slips off his perch and gets to his knees. I fist his wet hair while he tugs my swim briefs down. Takes my cock in his hand and licks the tip. Swallows the bead of pre-cum pearling there. His mouth is hot and wet as he takes me all the way back. Deep throats me like a fucking champion.

“ Oh querido Deus ,” I groan, shoving my briefs down more to watch him take me to the root. He swallows, his throat constricting around my head and shaft.

Matthew pulls back, leaving only the tip in his mouth and laving it with his tongue. He fists my shaft and tugs while he sucks me. I pump into his hand. His mouth. Grip the counter when my knees nearly buckle. His cheeks hollow like he’s trying to suck my soul out through my cock.

My balls pull up tight, that dull ache forming in my pelvis. The pressure that says soon .

His eyes meet mine. We keep eye contact while he swirls his tongue around my cockhead, bobbing his head. I brush the back of his throat again. And again.

“Fuck.” My eyes flutter shut as he swallows me down again. Lets me fuck his throat. I hold him in place. “That’s good.”

His eyes light up, enjoying the praise, and tears gather at the corners, making them glassy. His face flushes pink. But still he doesn’t tap out. I pull back and let him breathe. He pops off my cock to stick his tongue out to tease me. My cock taps against his lips, a mix of his saliva and my pre-cum connecting us with a thread that grows heavy, then breaks. He sucks in a lungful of air and coughs. Once his color’s better, I fist my cock and put it back to his lips.

“I’ll tell you when I’m close,” I tell him.

He nods and opens his mouth wide, sucking me down. Bobbing. Fondling my heavy balls until they pull up tight against my body. My pelvis aches again. A dull, steady thrum. Closer. Closer. There.

“Now.”

Matthew’s nostrils flare wide, and I thrust deep. Fucking down his open throat. Watching the way he struggles for air. When his face gets pink again, I can’t hold back. I give into the sensation tingling through me. Feel my entire pelvis tighten, then jerk. I come, splashing down his tight throat. Shoot my cum straight down to his belly.

When the worst of the pulsations are over, I pull out and check on him. Matthew coughs and catches his breath, wiping the smear of cum and spit from the corner of his mouth onto the back of his hand. His hair is mussed. His cheeks are pink. His lips are swollen. He looks like a perfect mess.

I help him up, then kiss him. We cuddle as much as we can, standing in a public bathroom. It’s like the good old days. Like cruising in the park as an awkward nineteen year old desperate to find another man like me. Now there are apps. Back then, it was dangerous. Part of me misses it. The thrill of spreading your legs in a stall and tapping your foot against someone else’s. Seeing them reciprocate. The little flutter your heart made with the match. Anonymous, brief encounters. Perfect in their simplicity. An itch scratched.

Here, with Matthew kneeling half-nude on a dirty bathroom floor, it feels a little like that again. Nostalgic in a way that straight people don’t understand.

“I love you,” I tell him, stroking his back.

His nose rubs against my jaw as he straightens up. “I love you too. We should head back.”

“I have a better idea.”

“We don’t have lube,” Matthew warns.

“Not that kind of idea.” We separate and fix our suits. He wets a paper towel and cleans us both up.

A quick run back to our stuff then a half-hour of standing in line later, Matthew agrees that my ideas are always the best. We return to our sun shade and blanket with handfuls of dripping ice cream cones.

Kat sees us first, looking up from her chair. She puts her book face down on the arm to keep her place. “Ice cream? I fucking love you.” She takes her double cone of mint chocolate chip and vanilla from me and licks the dribble of melting ice cream already dripping down her hand.

The rest of us go still for a beat.

“Which one’s mine?” Liam asks, distracting us from her slip up. She probably doesn’t realize what she’s said. Everyone loves ice cream. Even people who can’t eat it suffer through the consequences.

“The double cookie dough one,” I tell him, ending up with my waffle cone of pistachio and vanilla.

Matthew plops down on the big blanket and licks his chocolate and strawberry ice cream. Even sitting in the shade, it’s hot. Half our ice cream ends up dripping into the sand, and we sacrifice some of our water and paper towels to clean ourselves up. Then I join Matthew on the blanket to get some sun.

Kat goes back to her book, and Liam hovers over all of us like a fussing mother hen. He offers us water bottles from the cooler, then reminds them to reapply sunscreen. There are sandwiches and fresh fruit too, he explains. He’s packed enough food to keep us fed for days instead of hours.

Rolling onto my stomach on the blanket, I wrap my hand around Kat’s sandy ankle and stroke her with my thumb. She glances at me and smiles, then goes back to reading her book.

Maybe she didn’t mean it yet. Maybe it was only a slip of the tongue. But I’d like to think it’s the beginning of something more. And I’m excited to see where that goes.