By Zephyria 
“Really?”
Suddenly, the air lightened, and the thick Pheromone scent that had been permeating the air thinned out considerably. Grayson’s golden eyes also returned to their violet hue. Realizing that he had stopped the Pheromone shower, the man flinched, staggering backward. Dane could only watch with a bewildered expression as he hastily fled without even a proper greeting. And only Dane and Grayson were left.
“Haaaah…”
Dane let out another deep, heavy sigh. His head throbbed, but the source of his headache didn’t disappear from his sight. He chugged down the lukewarm beer, emptying half the bottle in one go, then slammed the bottle down and wiped his mouth with his arm.
“How did you even know I was here?”
Grayson grinned at Dane’s quiet question.
“I can find you anywhere, Darling. We’re lovers, after all.”
“Eat shit.”
Dane flipped him off with his middle finger. But Grayson just kept smiling, showing no sign of revealing how he’d found him. So how did he do it? It was absurd to think he’d implanted a chip in Dane’s body without him knowing.
Could he have hired someone to follow him?
For now, that seemed the most likely explanation. Dane glared at Grayson, grinding his teeth in annoyance.
“Isn’t it enough that I put up with you at work? Why are you still being a pain in the ass after I get off?”
His words, spat out through clenched teeth, were filled with irritation. Grayson responded with an innocent expression.
“Dane, being lovers isn’t like a switch that you can turn on and off with the push of a button.”
Incredibly, Grayson spoke as if he were lecturing a child.
“Being lovers means this. Being bound to each other all day long.”
And Grayson added, raising the corners of his lips.
“Of course, all of me is yours too.”
“I told you not to talk shit, didn’t I?”
Dane cursed again. He’d put up with him clinging to him at the fire station, but now he had to deal with this bastard even after work? Was he trying to drive him crazy?
“Dating as a trial isn’t the same as dating for real.”
Dane deliberately emphasized each word.
“We’re just getting to know each other. What does it matter who I sleep with in the meantime? You can sleep with whoever you want, too, right?”
These were the words Grayson had always said. Until now, even while dating someone he thought was his destined partner, he would go to Pheromone Parties and have sex with multiple people at once, all because he needed to release Pheromones. And each time, his partner understood his unique Trait and turned a blind eye to it…
Ironically, the situation was now completely reversed. Grayson was the one who needed to have sex because of his Trait, but Dane was the one playing around, while Grayson hadn’t even kissed anyone in over a month, let alone had sex.
It was absurd even to him, but there was no other way. Because at this moment, Dane was the only one who could arouse Virginia. Virginia hadn’t reacted at all, even when surrounded by Omega Pheromone at the Pheromone Party.
So there was only one option.
“Do it to me.”
Dane, who was about to bring the beer bottle to his lips again, paused at the sudden words. He slowly turned his head to look at Grayson, his face contorted as he opened his mouth.
“What?”
Grayson nonchalantly suggested to Dane, who had only managed to utter a single, strangled word.
“Put it in me, that’s all you have to do.”
Dane just stared at him without a word. The loud music beat against his ears, oblivious to the situation.
Ooh, your
Dick
Fits right in my hole. Ooh, your
Dick
Come on in. Ooh,
Dick
Dick
I spread myself wide for you…
Grayson was smiling brightly, as if he was ready at any moment. As Dane looked at him, the lyrics of the song pierced his ears with particular clarity.
Ooh,
Dick
Fuck me. Ooh,
Dick
Take my first time…
“Ugh.”
Grayson’s temple throbbed as Dane’s complexion turned gray in an instant, and he covered his mouth.
“What’s with that reaction? Are you seriously about to throw up?”
The Pheromones spreading around him intensified, as if he was genuinely furious. Dane frantically waved his remaining hand.
“No, I’m just, I drank too much…”
He was momentarily surprised that he had made an excuse, but Grayson mercilessly blocked Dane’s retreat.
“You only drank half a bottle of beer.”
This bastard, his resentment made his nausea disappear. Dane wiped his lips with his arm and glared at Grayson.
“How long have you been watching me?”
“From the beginning.”
Grayson answered immediately, absurdly. Dane was once again dumbfounded by his consistently brazen attitude. How could he be so shameless?
“Weren’t you a Dominant Alpha?”
“So?”
Dane grimaced and asked.
“So you’re saying you’ll let me fuck you? Are you serious? You won’t even feel it there anyway, right?”
“We’ll have to try it to find out.”
Grayson confidently added.
“I know a guy who only does it in the back. He says it feels so good he cries.”
Who the hell is that crazy bastard…?
This time, Dane heard the blood draining from his head.
The hope that this guy might get sick of him and run away if he topped him flickered in his mind for a moment, but Dane quickly crushed it without hesitation. Just imagining it made his dick shrivel up and disappear…
What if this guy actually likes it and clings to him even more?
It was a terrifying thought that sent chills down his spine, but it was entirely possible with Grayson Miller. At that point, Dane just wanted to give up on everything.
“Are you leaving?”
Grayson asked, quickly following Dane as he staggered out, leaving the remaining beer behind. Dane silently took out his phone to call a taxi, and Grayson, who saw it over his shoulder, casually said.
“I can drive even if I drink.”
“What are you talking about, you crazy bastard…”
Dane muttered in a tired voice, but Grayson didn’t care and said.
“I’m serious. I don’t get drunk at all, even if I drink alcohol or take drugs. You know my Trait is like that, right? And I haven’t even had a drop now, so you can trust me even more.”
Dane looked at Grayson with a frown, as if asking, ‘So what?’ Grayson smiled brightly and replied.
“I’ll drive you home in your car.”
Dane stared intently at his face. He was undeniably annoyed by the sight of him grinning and holding out a hand as if asking for the keys, but it was actually not a bad offer. He could save on taxi fare and wouldn’t have to take another taxi here the next day to pick up his car.
After completing his rational calculations, Dane looked at Grayson with a furrowed brow. He was still waiting with his hand outstretched. Dane eventually rummaged in his pants pocket, took out the keys, and dropped them into Grayson’s palm. Grayson tossed the keys into the air and deftly caught them, smiling.
“Shall we go then? To our sweet home.”
“Hey.”
“To your motel.”
Grayson quickly corrected himself at Dane’s harsh words. He couldn’t let his guard down for a moment, the son of a bitch. In a fit of anger, Dane raised his leg and kicked Grayson’s ass with his thigh.
Fortunately, Grayson didn’t bring up any other topics while they were driving. He just tapped on the steering wheel and sang a song. A song called ‘
Boobs Boobs
‘.
Damn it, who the hell made something like that.
Dane, disgusted by the constant hook, sat in the passenger seat and just waited for them to arrive. And when the car finally stopped in the motel parking lot, he was completely exhausted.
Grayson got out of the driver’s seat, locked the car doors, and handed the keys to Dane. Dane snatched them away and went inside without looking back. Grayson watched his back and shouted.
“Good night, honey.”
Dane didn’t answer. He just raised his middle finger over his shoulder. And Grayson stood there without moving until he went up the stairs, opened his room on the second floor, and went inside.
In the end, Dane returned to his motel room alone without any gains, took a shower, and lay down on the bed with Darling. The damn word ‘
Boobs
‘ kept circling in his ears. Even as he fell asleep.