Out of Your League

Chapter Twenty-Two

((Hello from the grave! Thank you all so much for being patient with me. I haven't had the chance to get on a computer and write for a while. I'm sorry for the wait, but here is the next chapter! There is smut in this chapter, don't like, don't read. There are also trigger warnings of self-harm and abuse. Enjoy and happy reading! - Wolf))

By the time that Lance pulled into the driveway of his house, Keith could barely think straight. He squirmed and twitched in the passenger seat, soft whimpers coming from his lips as he tried to keep himself from climbing onto Lance's lap. He needed an alpha, more specifically, Lance. Keith could smell Lance's pheromones, which didn't help the situation. 

Lance had a similar issue. The scent of Keith filled up the car, driving the alpha inside him crazy. He wanted to pull over and take control of the omega in the passenger seat of his car. However, Lance forces the alpha down, knowing that if he gave in to his instincts, he would end up hurting Keith in ways he never wanted to do. 

Thankfully, they both made it to Lance's house without issue. Keith could barely move, so he had to wait for Lance to come around to the passenger side and lift him out, carrying him bridal style. Being so close to Lance did not help. The body heat from the Cuban melted into Keith's form, sending shivers down his spine. Keith whined, pushing his face into Lance's neck.

"A-alpha..." He mewled, wrapping his arms around Lance's shoulders in attempts to be closer to him.

"I know, sweetie. Let's get you upstairs," Lance's voice was strained, but Keith barely noticed as he unlocked the door to his house and walked inside. "Mama? You home?"

No reply came. This made both boys relax. They didn't want anybody hearing anything. Lance quickly kicked off his shoes, eager to get to his room. He carried his boyfriend up the stairs, going as fast as he could without slipping. He pushed open the door to his room, engulfing them in his smell. Keith keened as he inhaled the strong smell of Lance. 

"L-Lance... Please..." Keith tugged at Lance's shirt, his breathing ragged. 

A low growl rumbled in Lance's throat. He carefully laid Keith down on the bed before stepping back, running his hand through his hair. "Shit, Keith," Lance groaned, struggling to keep himself from going feral. "I-I don't want to do anything you'll regret in the morning."

"I-I won't regret it! I promise!" Keith pleaded as he wriggled out of his shoes and hoodie. "Lance, please!"

"Fuck... Are you sure? Like one-hundred percent?" Lance asked, voice shaking. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ended up hurting Keith. 

"Yes! I-I am!" Keith's eyes shone in the light coming through the curtains on Lance's windows. His pupils blocked out much of the deep purple irises and his cheeks burned scarlet. "I promise!"

"If you want me to stop, tell me and I will. No questions asked, okay?" Lance said softly as he stepped towards his bed. 

Keith nodded, licking his lips. "Okay..."

At the omega's answer, Lance let his alpha come to the surface. His eyes turned to slits, a predatory glint in the deep blue irises. He tore off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. Keith practically began drooling as he took in the picture of Lance shirtless. The dip of his hips and the slight trail of dark hair disappearing into the waistband of Lance's jeans elicited a soft whine from Keith. The omega shifted on the bed, biting his lip as he tried not to jump onto Lance.

"Tsk. So eager," Lance rumbled, his voice an octave lower. The sound made Keith weak. 

"O-Only for you, alpha," He replied breathily, his inner omega coming to the surface. His body temperature had spiked and his boxers felt wet and sticky.