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Louis is stuck in a pool float.
Louis’ actually been stuck in a pool float for a few hours at this point. The situation hasn’t changed. He’s going to get a sunburn.
It’s a donut-shaped float, red with polka dots, but in the middle where usually it would just be empty for someone to float in, there’s mesh stretched across it. Probably, he’s reasoned, it’s meant for babies to sit in and float with parental supervision.
He is not a baby or a parent and he is not supervised.
The thing is, is there were clearly four holes cut in the mesh, and his arms and legs have been stuck through. So currently, he’s on his stomach, completely naked, ass in the air and head over the side of the floaty, with his arms and legs underwater. His wrists are tied to his ankles, too, so even if he were able to get ashore, he wouldn’t be able to actually get out of the floaty on his own.
It’s great. Louis is stuck in a pool float.
He knows the vague outline of how he ended up here. He was at a fraternity party last night, because Niall had invited him party-hopping. It was one of the larger parties, so loud he could barely hear himself think, and maybe… maybe Louis had taken a drink that was offered to him by a stranger. Maybe he’d done the cardinal sin that omegas should never do.
He doesn’t remember much after that.
But he does know the legend of King Lake.
King Lake, the lake where every big fraternity rents out a lake house during spring break. It’s supposed to be in the middle of nowhere, discreet and remote. Every year the lake is entirely taken over by fraternities who spend the whole time partying and one special game is played. They call it King Lake because it’s like the king cake — everyone gets on the shore at the edge of the lake and one special prize is floated around until it lands on the shore in front of a waiting fraternity member.
Like finding the plastic baby in a slice of king cake.
Except Louis is the plastic baby.
And he’s stuck in a pool floaty on the lake.
—
Louis groans, trying to shift his weight. He’s tried moving his arms and legs (tied together, they’re not that easy to move it turns out) to impact the direction of the floaty, but it’s truly useless. He’s been floating on the surface of this very placid lake without a breeze in sight for a very long time. His head hangs over the front of the floaty, just above the water, and his dick is sort of uncomfortably smushed against the mesh beneath him. It’s going to be like when he sleeps in a weird position and wakes up with a blanket pattern on his face, but instead it’s going to be mesh dick.
Also, in the distance in every direction, he can see alphas and betas partying on shore. They cheer whenever he gets closer, but eventually he ends up floating away again, and they go back to drinking.
Once he got past the horror of waking up in a strange place and a revealing position, he’s actually gotten sort of… bored.
What keeps distracting him now is just how hot he is. The sun is behind the clouds at this point, but he’s still sweating. The water his arms and legs are submerged in is refreshingly cool, but even so, he feels like he’s burning up. He’s going to have the worst, most unexplainable sunburn when he gets out of this.
Louis blows out, watches the little ripples across the water. Hell, the last time he felt this hot was the last time he had a real heat before he started his suppressants. Now that was intense.
It was… really intense.
Just like this is intense.
Louis blinks.
He hasn’t taken suppressants today.
He was almost definitely drugged at a fraternity party last night.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck—
Groaning, he twists his hips, tries to get some pressure off of his dick. Now that he’s thinking about it, it’s impossible to not notice he’s a little horny. Maybe just a normal amount of horny! He’s a typical early-twenties omega. They’re often horny. Often want to get fucked and knotted and —
Christ.
Louis rolls his hips. His dick rubs against the mesh.
Yeah, he’s definitely hard.
He’s definitely starting his heat.
Stuck in a pool floaty in the middle of a lake with a couple hundred fraternity students watching him.
Shit, that’s going to end up being a new fucked up kink thing, isn’t it?
—
Ten minutes later, Louis is a wreck.
He’s hot as hell still, but now his ass is positively leaking. It’s up in the air, presenting for all to see, and so slick he could cry. He wants to be filled so bad he can’t stand it.
He’s just constantly rolling his hips, seeking any and all stimulation when all he’s got is his dick trapped between his tummy and mesh netting. He’s not sure if it’s better or worse that the mesh is a little underwater. Maybe worse. Less friction.
And he needs friction.
Louis whines, keening, feeling the slick drip out of him and over the side of the floaty. It’s been years since he had a heat, and he was not prepared for his first post-suppressant heat to be a solo venture. When the heavier waves hit him and he goes absolutely crazy with need, he struggles for a few minutes, thrashing about, begging anyone who can hear him to just fuck him, please, fill him up because he’s so empty, but then the waves passes and he goes back to whimpering and canting his hips uselessly.
The fraternity members on shore can definitely hear him when he gets in a state, but Louis’ too far gone to be embarrassed. This is their fault so they’d better fuck him already.
Another wave of heat hits and he wails, coming against the mesh for what feels like the twentieth time, not that it offers him any relief. When he comes down again, panting, he opens his eyes and realises —
He’s close to a shore.
It’s one of the shadier areas. There’s a dock in front of him, just slightly above water level, and while there are a lot of people on the shore behind the dock, only one person is on the dock itself.
He’s sitting cross legged at the end of it, in basketball shorts and a long sleeved hoodie that says Randys Donuts. The wind changes and blows Louis a little further from the dock instead of toward it for a moment, and Louis catches a whiff of the most delicious alpha scent he’s ever smelled.
“Holy shit, please,” he begs, looking up at the alpha. “Fuck me right now.”
The alpha, to Louis’ horror, looks a little uncomfortable.
“I can’t,” he says.
Louis’ going to cry.
“You’re clearly here against your will,” the alpha continues. “There’s no way you consented to this, I know how they choose the omegas every year.”
Louis groans. “I do not give a fuck,” he says. “Actually. You should fuck me. Because your people got me into this mess, so it’s my right to get to choose the — fuck — alpha who will fuck me out of it. And I choose you, because you smell amazing and because I — hnnnnnn — am about to go under another wave of heat and I need an alpha’s cock to be so deep in me that I can feel it in my throat. You fucking got that?”
The alpha does still look a little pained, but he nods vigorously. He gets onto his knees and reaches out, grabbing onto one of the little easy-access handles on the outside of the pool float. When he does, a cheer erupts on the shore. The entire shore. All around the lake.
The alpha pulls him up to the dock just as another wave hits that has Louis begging desperately to “Please for the love of God please fuck me fuck me fuck me—”
His arms and legs are still mostly in the water, the back of the pool floaty ashore on the dock, when Louis finally feels a cock inside of him. He moans in relief, immediately coming on the spot as the alpha pulls him out of the water just enough to slam into him, again and again.
Louis’ fuck me’s have turned to thank you— yes— thank fuck— yes right there, and he keens when he feels the alpha come, his knot swelling inside of Louis, locking them together.
Louis blacks out for a minute.
It’s glorious.
The next thing he’s aware of, the alpha is speaking in low, soothing tones.
“The thing is, though, that my brother and I have a promise. We do everything together. So I tried to turn you down, I really did. But he’s definitely on his way here and—”
“Louis shifts his head to try to look at the alpha. His knot is beginning to go down. “Your brother is coming… to fuck me?”
The alpha sort of shrugs. “Yes?” he says hesitantly. “It’s a twin thing. Like, he can… feel when I… come?”
God. Fucking twins.
Louis groans when he feels the alpha slip out of him. He was sated in the moment, but he’s starting to get warm again. “Fuck, can you at least get me out of the floaty?”
The alpha shakes his head. “They melt the knots so the omega can’t undo it. You’d need scissors.”
Louis whines. The alpha’s pulled him all the way onto the dock, but that just means that without any of him in the water any longer, he’s warming up from his heat faster. “Whatever,” he says. “I need you to fuck me again before anything else happens.”
The alpha hesitates. “I should really wait for Edward…”
Louis glares at him. His cock is hard again and he’s getting desperate. “Fuck me right this second or I swear to god—”
Louis finds himself tipped forward, ass in the air again, face against the hardwood of the dock, a tangle of limbs under him. But the alpha shoves his cock in without hesitation, and that’s what he needed. Louis moans, dripping onto the mesh of the now drying pool floaty.
As he’s getting pounded into, Louis is suddenly alerted to strong, confident footsteps walking down the dock to them.
“Harry,” the newcomer says, his voice serious.
“Edward,” the alpha impaling him — Harry, apparently — says. “H-hey, this is the omega—”
Edward wastes no time, dropping his pants enough to free a startlingly large alpha cock. Louis, looking up from the dock, suddenly wonders if he’s about to be skewered by two cocks in his ass at once.
Edward looks down at him with eyebrows raised. “You smell…”
He doesn’t finish that sentence.
Louis tries to think of a witty comeback, but all he manages to do is moan, as Harry’s knot pops inside of him.
Edward apparently wasn’t done with that sentence, though, because he leans down, takes Louis by the shoulders, and lifts him into the air. “You smell like a mate,” he says.
Then he pushes Louis’ mouth straight onto his cock.
Louis chokes immediately. Harry, behind him, continues to knot him, filling him with come, while Edward pounds into his mouth, holding him up by his shoulders. Louis moans, drool spilling out of his mouth as he tries to keep up. His limbs are useless under him, totally limp from the overwhelming way he’s being serviced, and tied together in a way where they wouldn’t be of much use anyway.
Then, Edward’s knot starts to swell.
Unlike the timidness that Harry acts with, Edward makes no qualms about handling him roughly. He pushes his cock down Louis’ throat, locking it in his mouth and now ensuring Louis is getting filled from both sides, tied up and spit roasted.
Louis goes completely limp, trying to breathe through his nose as he shudders through his own aftershocks. Each time he moves a bit, one of the twins comes again, which brings his own cock back to attention and he spurts in response, a cycle that has him so blissed out he almost forgets he’s on a dock trapped between two strangers and stuck in a pool floaty.
When their knots finally go down, Harry slips out of Louis, leaving him to whine around the cock in his mouth.
When Edward’s knot goes down, he keeps his hand on the back of Louis’ head, keeping him in place. “Harry,” he says. “Bite him.”
Louis moans. Edward pushes him further onto his cock, until his nose is pushed against the base and buried in rough curly hair.
“I-I,” Harry stutters.
“This is our mate,” Edward tells him.
Louis, coughing from the cock down his throat, suddenly feels a set of teeth break the skin on his shoulder. He whines, the feeling immediately making him both relax and start a new round of his heat. When Edward finally pulls out of his throat, Louis pants and looks up at him. “You couldn’t have waited until I was out of the pool float at least?” he asks.
Edward leans down, his grin revealing surprisingly intimidating sharp teeth. “I don’t see a reason to wait to take what’s mine,” he says. He bites Louis’ other shoulder, a twin bonding mark, and Louis feels his heat go into overdrive again, slick pouring out of him as he whimpers.
He’s not even sure who’s cock is in his ass this time and who’s down his throat, but they both stand up and leave him dangling between them, skewered on two alpha cocks as his bound limbs hang uselessly below him, and his two new mating bites smart with pleasure every time he’s filled by a new wave of come.