Thomas' POV

     It's twelve o'clock in the morning and I'm ready to shoot all of my friends in the face and drag Zack into our room. As much as I love my friends, it's like they're working together to stop my Bond from taking me away from them and giving me exactly what he promised earlier when Ben so rudely came and interrupted. If I knew that was going to be the last alone time we got for the day, I would have kicked Ben off the patio but of course, I was oblivious.

All day Zack and I have been subjected to the whims and company of everyone at least once today and my wearing patience is coming to an end. If I'm not under Ares in the next five minutes, I can not be responsible for any counts of murder on my part.

At the moment, the five of us are situated in the kitchen, talking about the game stats of last night.

"I can't believe June got three captured last night she usually has none." Cherry comments as she scrolls through the feed in her phone. Ben scoffs as he gestured to Zack.

"Yeah that's because Ares always had at least twenty people under his belt by the time the sun comes up." He says throwing his hands up in exasperation. Zack chuckles, shaking his head and his hand on my thigh continues to stroke slowly under the counter we're sitting at.

As comforting as his hand was at first to me, all it's doing now is slowly stroking the fire that growing in my abdomen. My cock is a achingly hard against my thigh and my attitude is through the roof. I never really understood when Chloe would throw a fit after not being fucked, but now that I'm sitting here gritting my teeth at the lack of Zack's mouth on me, I will never make fun of him again.

"Damn Nysa you got over fifteen catches last night, why didn't you tell us?" Cherry exclaims looking up at our friend in excitement. And as proud as I am of Nysa at the moment I could give two shits if she had a hundred or two catches last night.

My body is tight and strained as Zack's long fingers continue to stroke my inner thigh as he laughs along and pokes fun at the the rest of my friends around the table.

     In a fit of annoyance and frustration, I shove Ares' hand from my thigh and cross it over my other leg, creating a slight distance between our bodies. I pretend not to notice the way his head slowly turns towards me and his gaze burns into the side of my face but my heart begins pounding in response.

     I feel Zack try and place his hand on my thigh again but I turn my body towards Ben to the right of me to avoid his hand and start a random conversation. "How many captures did you get Ben?" I ask as if ignorant to my babe's advances.

   I feel him bristle behind me but I ignore him, wanting him to be just as upset as I am about not getting my "later" as promised.

     "Not that many just ten." He says turning his attention towards me. "I almost got caught by this one dude, but I was able to hide behind some trash cans that covered my scent. The adrenaline rush was amazing last night." He gushes and I can't help but smile.

     I feel Zack attempt to touch me again, this time to hold my hand that's resting across my lap in his direction. I let his fingers brush across them but as soon as his fingers go to curl around mine, I pull them away pretending to have something in my eyelash.

    I have to stop myself from smirking as his full attention turns to me now. I keep my gaze away from him, however as I turn towards Nysa as she speaks to me. "Are you going to miss it Thomas?" She asks me just as Zack tries to grab my waist, but I straighten my back and lean forward slightly causing his hand to fall into the back of my seat.

     Before I can answer, he's standing up from his chair abruptly, causing all heads to turn towards him. "I'm getting tired, guys, I'm going to head to bed." He announces, looking at me expectantly, but I brush him off, turning back towards Cherry.

     "Okay, I'll be there in a few." From the corner of my eyes, I see his fingers twitch as if restraining himself from wrapping them around my throat and I internally rejoice as he stiffly disappears down the hallway. I stay and chat for about ten more minutes until my straining dick can't take anymore waiting. I quickly excuse myself from my friends and head down the hallway smugly, excited for what's certain to come.

     I turn the door to open it but as soon as the knob is turned, the door is flown open and I'm yanked through the opening, the door being closed behind me before my back is slammed into it harshly. I look up in surprise and arousal at Ares' eyes that flare in anger and dominance as he stares me down.

     "So you don't want me to touch you, kitten?" He asks me, voice low as his hand comes to wrap his hand around my throat.

     I shake my head yes, eyes glazing over as he presses his fingers into the sides of my throat, a high like feeling spreading through my body.

     "Oh you do? Because I couldn't tell with you shoving my fucking hand away. Wanna tell me what that was about?" He demands, loosening his hand to take a forced step back, my eyes glued to the growing print in the front of his pants.

     "Communication." I answer distractingly forcing myself to look at his face and he only raises an eyebrow in response so I continue. "You told me that we would finish what you started later and we never did." He tell him, growing frustrated all over again at the day wasted.

     "You're talking about this morning?" He asks, arms crossed, legs spread and I'm wishing I was between them, his cock in my mouth making me gag.

     "Yes!" I say throwing my hands up in frustration but a warning look has me lowering my tone and arms.

     He looks at me weirdly. "I thought you wanted to spend time with your friends today." He says hesitantly and I finally begin to understand.

     "No, Zack I wanted to spend time with you and your tongue down my throat." I tell him folding my arms to mimic him. His face forms a 'o' shape and he scratches behind his head and looks away as if embarrassed.

     "I didn't know you actually wanted me to continue. I didn't think you were ready for more." He admits and I smirk internally as I finally get to throw his own words in his face.

     "That's why you're supposed to communicate Zack." I tease. "I've been hard all day, babe." I tell him gesturing down to my aching cock and his gaze follows, his gray eyes darkening as it does.

     He slowly takes steps towards me, his eyes raking up my body in a way that I feel it, making me shiver in delight. One of his hands comes to hold my hip and the other holds my face, letting him look into my eyes sexually.

       "I guess I got a lot to make up for, kitten. I'm sorry for neglecting the both of you." He says leaning in to give me a kiss as his hand on my hip goes to trace his fingers along my erection, the pent up sexual energy making me moan loudly as my hips buck against the touch I've been missing all day. "I'll take care of you now." He promises and I feel my whole body react to the words.

     His lips brush against mine as he speaks, making me lean forward slightly to deepen it again, turning my head for a better angle, moaning against the taste of my Bond.

     Ares helps me undress, breaking our kiss as he pulls my shirt over my head, returning to it once they're on the floor. His hands travel down my naked torso, my body shivering to his feather light touch, ever sensitive to his hands on my body.

     "I'm sorry baby. I'll make up for it tonight." He tells me, leaning towards my ear, nipping at it lightly, causing my hips to buck against his clothed one, my erection getting some much needed friction at the action. He pulls away to give me a kiss before I feel his hands begin to move towards my waist.

    He hooks his fingers in the bands of my shorts and my briefs and pull both down my legs, until they pool around my feet, allowing me to step out of them easily. Once I'm fully naked for Zack, he turns us around, walking me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and he lowers me slowly until I'm laying down, him hovering over me.

     My breathing is hard and labored as I look at at my sexy Bond, eyes fluttering shut as he lowers his lips to mine only to give me a chaste kiss before he's moving on. I sigh as he presses kisses to my jaw, his nose grazing my face as he drinks in my scent greedily.

     My back arches off the bed once he lowers his lips to my neck, a choked moan being pulled from my lips as his tongue comes out to play against the sensitive flesh. Zack continues his assault, marking me as his as his mouth works my body just the way his likes it, creating hickeys along the way.

     And the only thought in my head as his mouth travels south towards my chest is that I don't want it to end.

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Brats for the win!!! It's so sad but cute that Zack didn't think Thomas would want to spend the day with him. Smut coming and they're about to take the next step up.

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