***Author's note: This is a lemon chapter. Please skip to the next chapter if this is not something you want to read or are comfortable with. :) ****

Chewing his pen, Carlos watched Jay glare at the numbers on the page in front of them. Homework was such a strange thing and while Carlos didn't mind it, he couldn't say he liked it. It let him learn, but it felt more like it was supposed to control him than teach him. Mal sat at the other desk across the room with Evie, their princess helping her.

"The answer is twenty-five," he said and Jay wrote it down with a curse.

"Auradon really is a weird fucked up hell," Jay growled. "Who thinks of this kind of torture?"

"Heroes are black and white," Carlos pointed out with a curl of his lip. "It can't be torture if it isn't physical." What fucking bullshit.

"Like you?" Jay teased, chasing away the memories hovering at the edge of Carlos's mind.

"Hilarious," Carlos sighed, rolling his eyes.

With a smirk, Jay caught him in a headlock. "You got the brains, pup. I got the charm."

"And the body. And the strength. And the looks," Carlos listed as he wriggled to get free. "Am I missing anything?"

"I don't think so."

Rolling his eyes again, Carlos surrendered and Jay let him go after a playful squeeze, ruffling his hair. Across the room, Evie glanced at them before pointedly looking at the homework and turning back to Mal. Jay cursed under his breath as he turned back to the numbers currently kicking his , Carlos watched him.

Jay was their strongest, their protector, their support. And the biggest tease. Usually Carlos didn't initiate things. It wasn't really his place or something he usually wanted to do. This, however, would be more mischief and that was a part of his role. Offer an outlet for energy. As Jay wrote another answer, Carlos squirmed his way into his lap and bumped his nose against Jay's jaw. Dark eyes glanced at him and Carlos kissed him.

"Pup?"

Carlos ignored the question and kissed him again.

"What are you up to?" Jay laughed and Carlos met his gaze with a fake glare.

"Why do I have to be up to something?" he protested.

Amused, Jay pushed the chair back and picked Carlos up, who immediately held tight to keep from falling. "Because it's you."

Jay dropped him on the bed, Carlos yelped in surprise and Mal glanced at them, while Evie simply said, "Play nice, boys," and redirected Mal's attention to the homework.

When Jay moved for him, Carlos scrambled to the side, ready for a chase, a wrestling match. He'd lose, there wasn't enough room for him to escape–unless he used the windows, but escaping would defeat the whole purpose of starting this–and Jay was much stronger than him. It'd be fun. Narrowly avoiding the hand reaching for him, Carlos rolled off the other side of the bed and into a crouch, smirking as Jay cursed. But this time the curse was spat with a grin.

"Gotta be faster than that to catch him, Jay," Mal commented before Evie nudged her. "Godsdamnit, E. I'm going to burn this paper if you do that again."

"I fucking know that," Jay replied, eyeing Carlos. Carlos stayed put, braced to bolt at Jay's next move.

The son of Jafer lunged across the bed and Carlos sprinted to the windows, laughing as he heard Jay tumble onto the floor. There wasn't time to gloat though. Jay was back on his feet and giving chase. Careful to avoid Evie and Mal, the boys tore around the room, neither one willing to back down, both of them having too much fun.

Inevitably, Jay caught him, tackling him to the bed as Carlos laughed, struggling under the older boy in a vain attempt to escape. "I don't think so, pup," Jay smirked. "You're mine now."

"You wish," he taunted.

"I know," Jay corrected, voice dropping low, and Carlos shivered slightly.

Dark eyes met his and Carlos gave a small nod before Jay's mouth found his. Of his pack, Jay was the one Carlos paired up with the least often, Jay being more active and preferring women and Carlos being more subdued and selective about when he was willing to "play", but that didn't mean they didn't like to.

Jay was all control and strength like Mal and it only took a few heartbeats for Carlos to give in. A soft whine escaped him when Jay ran a hand through his hair, earning a laugh.

"Such a mischievous pup until I catch you," Jay teased and Carlos's cheeks went red.

"Jay," he protested, turning to hide his face against the arm bracketing him in beneath his packmate. Safe. Shielded. Another shiver rippled through him and he felt Jay shift to cover him more.

"Do you want to play, Los?"

Gods he should've known better than to mess with Jay. Especially after so long. But he couldn't deny it either since Jay clearly already knew the answer. Blushing harder, Carlos nodded even as he refused to look at Jay.

"Can you use words right now?"

Carlos shook his head; words were embarrassing. He didn't want to use them.

"Okay. Four taps if you want to stop."

Nodding, Carlos tapped a finger against Jay's arm twice to confirm he understood.

"Good boy, Los," Jay praised, kissing Carlos beneath his ear, tongue gliding over a sensitive patch of skin. Eyes widening, Carlos whined. That...that felt good. A low laugh filled Jay's chest and he repeated the gesture, making Carlos squirm.

As Jay's hands began to explore his body, Carlos melted, kissing Jay's shoulders and chest in an attempt to return the favor. He had to make sure Jay felt as good as possible. Slowly, Jay tugged at Carlos's shirt and he immediately moved to help Jay get the shirt off.

Once his shirt was off, Carlos shyly slid a hand under Jay's vest, asking to have it removed too. The feel of skin against his helped keep his mind calm and quiet, and he liked the warmth. Sitting up a little, Jay slid his vest off and tossed it to the side. It was easy to say Jay was attractive, defined muscles and dark eyes, and sometimes Carlos wondered what Jay saw when he looked at him. Pale. Scrawny. Covered in scars.

Jay didn't give him a chance to get stuck in his head. Mouth meeting Carlos's, he trailed teasing fingers along Carlos's sides, chest, hips. Thoughts clouding over, Carlos eagerly returned the attention, mimicking Jay's touches. When his fingers slid down the V of Jay's hips, the older boy smirked against his lips.

"That's a good pup."

The praise sank into him, melting his body, and Carlos whined. Wanting more, he licked into Jay's mouth, arched his hips to brush against him.

"You're eager," Jay laughed even as Carlos felt him shift to meet his hips. Dark eyes found his as Jay tapped twice against his side and Carlos nodded. He was fine. He wanted this. He wanted to be with Jay.

That was all the confirmation Jay needed. One hand moving to Carlos's hips, fingers dipping into his pants, and mouth finding his chest, Jay began to play and tease. Lips closing around skin, Jay sucked hard, creating a mark, a bruise. Carlos pressed into both touches, shivering. Yes. Yes, it felt good. Wearing a claim from his pack was something he'd always want. Something more intimate and important than the tattoos.

When Jay rid them both of the rest of their clothes, Carlos trailed his hands over and along Jay's body, contorting as best he could to kiss along the same path as his hands, everywhere except one. As much as he loved pleasing the rest of his pack, he...he couldn't offer all of them everything. Not after…

A firm hand guided his mouth to Jay's and fingers wrapped around him. Carlos whimpered. Every thought evaporated as his hands found Jay's arms and held tight. Each ripple of Jay's muscles sent a wave of warmth through his own veins.

"Gods, Los," Jay breathed. "So eager for me."

Carlos couldn't stop himself from moaning, hiding his face against Jay's shoulder, licking and kissing every patch of skin he could reach.

"E, there is no way I'm getting anything done with those two messing around," Mal said, voice breaking through some of the needy haze surrounding him. "Especially when they sound like that."

It was indirect, but it was still a form of praise and he must've given some response because Jay sucked another claim into his skin.

"But Mal-"

"Nope. Come here."

There was a sigh, then footsteps, and the bed dipped as both girls joined them. Shifting, he caught a glimpse of Mal kissing Evie, a hand creeping up her skirt. Jay's gaze followed his and Carlos felt him twitch. Wordless, Carlos gently bumped his forehead against Jay's shoulder, giving him permission to leave and join the girls.

Dark eyes snapped back to him. "Carlos." That was all he had to say. A scolding and reassurance at the same time. Chastened, Carlos lowered his eyes and bit his lip. "It's okay, pup."

Around him, Jay's hand twisted and stroked. Almost immediately, need fogged over his brain again, earning a laugh from Jay. Evie gasped in unison with him. Mal's laugh followed.

"Oh, E. You really like watching them, don't you? Our pup and snake," Mal teased. "You're soaking."

"They're-they're good together," Evie panted.

"She isn't wrong," Jay smirked.

Carlos shuddered as Jay's tongue traced his pulse, moaning. Still smirking, Jay kissed him, licking into his mouth, dominating him completely. Arms curling around Jay's shoulders, Carlos whined a warning. If Jay kept this up…

"Go ahead, Los. Let's see if you can take E with you," Jay told him.

Oh. A single stroke released the pressure and he melted with a soft whimper. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Evie gasping as Mal sent her over the edge.

When his head finally cleared, Carlos glanced at his pack. Evie laynext to him, loose and relaxed, while Mal and Jay burned what was left of their frustrated energy on the other side of the bed. Satisfied with the outcome of his plan, Carlos stretched, grabbed his clothes, and went to finish his own homework.