Omega Teacher’s Secret

tough on you.”
Ian shrugged, gurgling his mouth. Paused to heave again. When he’d spat the taste from his mouth and wiped his chin off, he said, “You see how Gwen is, though.”
“She’s a riot,” Brad agreed. He breathed out. “I like her. I just… wish there was more I could do to help.”
“You want to?” Ian rinsed out his mouth, blinking when Brad dabbed the sweat off his forehead with Gwen’s truck-print towel. “That’s Gwen’s, by the way.”
Brad glanced at the towel, grabbing the other hand towel off the rack. “Sorry. But yeah, I’ll do anything.”
“Even if you don’t want the child?”
Brad shrugged. “I’m doing it for you.”
Ian cracked a smile. It was sweet of him. “I don’t know what there is for you to do, really.”
“I’ll pick you up from work if you need. And Gwen. And anything else. And you guys should probably come live with me—it’s a bigger place. You won’t have to share a bed. I’d still be paying the same rent, anyway.”
Ian thought about uprooting Gwen from the things she knew, hesitating. She hadn’t been old enough to remember the first move, back when Ian had downgraded into a smaller place to afford her surgeries.
And if things didn’t work out… it meant Ian and Gwen would have to move back out, and readjust all over again.
“I’ll think about it,” Ian said. “It’s a bit much of a commitment.”
“Sleepover, then?”
Ian chuckled. “That sounds like a high school party.”
“Hey, we could be high school kids all over again.” Brad grinned, and the boyish look on his face returned. “When did you last pretend to be a high school kid?”
“Never.” Ian straightened, shuffling over to the sink to rinse himself off. The nausea had faded somewhat—not completely, but Brad had helped him forget his discomfort. “Well, maybe the last time you bent me over.”
Brad chuckled, stroking Ian’s back. “Yeah?”
“I’d never been that hard in my life.” Ian flushed, looking down at the floor. He hadn’t been sure if he should admit it.
And now Brad’s eyes gleamed, like he was proud of himself. He leaned in when Ian dried off his face, stealing a kiss from Ian’s lips.
“I still smell like puke,” Ian protested.
Brad pressed a firmer kiss to his lips. “Mine,” he whispered. “I don’t care what you smell like.”
Ian’s cheeks warmed. “Really?”
Brad licked at the seam of his lips, and Ian grimaced, pulling away. “No, I’m drawing the line there. I’m gross, Brad.”
“Not to me, you aren’t.” Brad grinned, sliding his arms around Ian, pulling him so close that their chests pressed together. “Raising a baby is gross anyway, right? You get pissed on and all that. I figure I may as well get used to it.”
Ian stared at him. Stopped breathing. “Really? You’re… staying?”
Brad kissed the tip of his nose. “Yeah. I am. My children, my responsibility.”
It seemed too good to be true. “Well, we’ll see,” Ian said, a little bit swayed. “I guess we could do a sleepover.”
“You’ll get to share my bed,” Brad whispered. “Let Gwen have her own room.”
Ian imagined sleeping with Brad’s arms around him, and swallowed hard. That sounded like a delight. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a bed to himself—or with someone that wasn’t Gwen.
“And I’ll make you breakfast. Sound good?”
“It sounds like you’re going to disappear when the clock strikes midnight,” Ian said. “Or maybe you’ll turn into a pumpkin.”
He couldn’t help imagining breakfast in bed, though, waking up to Brad, and maybe being fucked into the bed, Brad’s teeth on his shoulder…
Brad sniffed at Ian’s musk, his eyes turning dark. “Yeah, that’s more like it.”
“I haven’t said yes!”
“Think about it,” Brad whispered, squeezing Ian’s ass. “Plenty of time.”
Then he opened the door, raising his eyebrows. Ian followed him out of the bathroom, wondering if this would look odd to Gwen.
Gwen wasn’t in the living room. They found her in the kitchen standing right by the oven, peering through the glass window. Despite not being hungry, Ian couldn’t help sniffing at the meaty, savory scent of chicken.
“Looking good, Chef Gwen?” Brad asked.
Gwen beamed. “Is it done? I want some!”
“Just one wing before bed,” Ian said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “You had dinner earlier, remember?”
Gwen nodded. “Can I have some for breakfast, too?”
“Sure,” Ian said. “We’ll save lots for your breakfast.”
Gwen bounced on her feet. Ian glimpsed Brad watching her, a thoughtful look on his face.
“Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Alpha Pumpkin?”
Brad snorted. “Just wondering what Gwen likes to do. Or where you go in your free time.”
“Trucks!” Gwen wriggled. “Daddy brought me to a big show with trucks last month. One time we went to the beach and I moved sand around in my yellow truck. We built a sandcastle!”
Ian smiled crookedly. “That sand got everywhere. I was cleaning it out of the apartment for weeks after that.”
“Maybe not the beach for the first trip,” Brad said, chuckling. “Or your dad’ll have to hose you down.”
“Aw.” Gwen’s shoulders sagged.
“But if your dad has some time to take you out, you could stop by the station while I’m on duty,” Brad said. “I’ll let you sit up in a ladder truck.”
Gwen’s eyes grew round. “In the cab?”
“Yup, in the cab. You can see most things from there. Makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.”
Gwen looked pleadingly at Ian, and Ian didn’t even have to think about it. “One weekend when we’re all free,” he said. “We’re going down to the station. Brad, you’d better do your part as our friendly neighborhood firefighter.”
Brad laughed. “Yeah, I will.”
Gwen cheered, dancing around Ian. Ian caught her hands and twirled her in a circle, and then he looked at Brad. Paused with Gwen, releasing one of her hands.
“Do you want to join in our happy dance?” Ian asked.
Brad looked between them, surprise flickering through his eyes. Then he smiled and closed his hand around Ian’s. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”
Ian watched as Brad took Gwen’s hand carefully. “We go in a clockwise direction,” he told Brad. “Let’s