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Ollie St. Clair did not want to be here in any, shape, or form. He slouched down further, reaching up to slide his hood farther over his eyes. Next to him, his mother, Rebecca St. Clair glanced up from her magazine. She sighed, reaching out, tapping on his knee. “Sit up, sweet. Come on,” she chastised.

“No. I don’t even know why we’re here. Why you’re here.” He grumbled, crossing his arms.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m here because otherwise you wouldn’t show up to your appointment. And we’re here because you were up all-night vomiting.”

“Yeah, but that’s probably not related. It’s probably stress.”

“Stress caused by you being Unconfirmed.”

“Doesn’t explain why I’m at a gynecologist,” Ollie muttered, looking through his lashes at the waiting room. He was the only guy there, and so far, in the forty minutes they’ve been waiting, every woman had given him a look like he was a strange bug they didn’t know what to do with. As someone who hated attention on a good day, it had been absolute torture.

“Once again, it’s an endocrinologist,” his mom reminded him.

“Endo, gyno, either way I’m the only guy here and it’s making me and everyone else uncomfortable.” He hissed as yet another woman, this time probably in her late fifties, came in, and instantly zeroed in on Ollie, her eyes narrowing.

“Probably because you smell weird,” Rebecca said breezily.

Ollie whipped his head around to glare at his mother, who had gone back to reading her magazine. “Gee, thanks. I feel loads better.” He snapped.

Just as his mom opened her mouth to say something about his tone, the door opened and a nurse called, “St. Clair, Oliver?”

Ollie exhaled and stood, looking at his mom, daring her to follow him. She held her hands up, her lips twitching a little. “I’ll be here for when you get out. Bye, love.” She said, waving to him.

Ollie rolled his eyes, and went across the room to the nurse. She looked at him, then at her clipboard. “Oliver?” She checked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The nurse looked over his chart for another moment then nodded. “Follow me please?”

Ollie followed closely as she swiped her pass by the door and led him into the icy offices beyond. Ollie tucked himself into his hoodie even more, looking down at the floor. They reached an examination room shortly, and the nurse gestured towards the paper covered raised bed/table.

“Have a seat. The doctor will be in shortly.”

Ollie nodded and hoisted himself up on the crinkle paper. He kicked his heels, looking around the room. Standard medical office. Weird anatomy posters, boxes of rubber gloves and cotton balls. A sink. A closet he wished he could shut himself into and disappear. He had been to too many doctor’s offices at this point. Why couldn’t he just be Unconfirmed? What did it matter what Rank he was? His life wouldn’t radically change if he suddenly was an Alpha or an Omega.

The door opened and a devastatingly hot doctor walked in. Ollie flushed, forcing himself to smile back at the man. One drawback of being an Unconfirmed is that Ollie had no idea what the pheromones thing people were talking about. Anyone one else would be able to tell what the doctor was, but to Ollie, he just smelled like cologne. The really good kind.

The doctor put his hand out. “Hi, Oliver. I’m Adam. How are you today?”

Ollie shook his hand. “I’m alright. My mom brought me today because I was vomiting all last night.”

“I saw that, I’m sorry about that. Now, let me see.” He looked down at his clipboard as he sank into the computer chair. He frowned a little, nodding to himself. “Now, it looks like you’re Unconfirmed?” He looked up, peering at Ollie over his glasses in a way that gave him butterflies.

“Yes, sir. We thought I was just a Beta, but during a physical when I was sixteen, they saw that my pheromone levels were just too high for a Beta. But I haven’t had a Heat or a Rut yet.” The first couple times explaining this, his face had been beet red. But this was old hat at this point. Though telling it to this hot doctor was a little embarrassing.

“Have you ever ejaculated or had any sexual experiences?”

Ollie sucked in his lips, and coughed a little. “No to both. I haven’t ever been motivated that way. I find people attractive, but never enough to, you know.”

“Have you had an erection?”

Ollie thought about it. He glanced at the doctor through his lashes, and tried to imagine the doctor shirtless. Definitely a fan of that. But his dick remained unmoved. “I don’t think so. Or if I had, it wasn’t memorable.”

The doctor was writing a note on the clipboard. He sat back, looking at Ollie. “I see. Do you have sexual fantasies?”

Ollie flushed, feeling like he’d been caught. “Yes, I do, but again, like casually.”

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. He leaned forward, clasping his clipboard loosely. “I think, instead of running more blood tests and the like, you get yourself in a situation where you have an erection and see where that takes you. If you can’t get erect, I think then we’ll start with tests then.” He paused. “I want to be perfectly clear that there isn’t anything wrong with you. Medically, physically, or mentally. I want you to understand that.”

Ollie’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes stung. That’s always been at the back of his mind. That he was some abnormal freak. “Thanks,” he croaked out.

The doctor smiled, and stood. “I won’t charge you for this visit, because I see it more of an intake. Give it two weeks and try to get an erection. You don’t even need to ejaculate. Just get it up and see how you feel about it. And honestly, have someone help you. I recommend this place.” He opened his wallet up, and pulled out a crisp black business card. He handed it to Ollie. “My sister actually runs this high-end Heat Hotel. It’s where Omegas can go and have an Alpha help them through their Heats or other Ranks go to enjoy some fun. Go, check it out. Maybe being around a lot of sexually active Alphas will trigger something.”

Great, now he had the visceral mental image of the doctor being sucked off by a muscular man. Jesus. His dick definitely gave a light twitch of attention at that. He looked down at the card, trying to fight the flush in his cheeks. “Thanks. Is it expensive or?”

“It’s reasonably priced. They take walk ins, you just need to fill out some forms and other administrative stuff. Give it a go, and I’ll see you back here in two weeks to see what happened.” The doctor smiled at him and Ollie knew his cheeks were flushed.

“Thanks. Have a good day.” He managed.

“You too, Oliver. Can you find the exit okay?”

“Yeah, thanks. Bye.” He left the room as quickly as humanly possible, and ducked through the halls, the card burning in his hand. He pushed through the exit, and his mom saw him.

She stood and came over as Ollie shifted from foot to foot. She tilted her head. “That was fast. What’s the verdict?” She asked.

“He wants me to get an erection if I can and to make an appointment for two weeks from now,” he blurted quietly, now scarlet. He didn’t want to tell his mom that, but he knew that at this point there was no use in hiding it, especially since she’d spent about four hours cleaning up after he had vomited what felt like all his organs out.

She nodded slowly. “Okay then. You do that, and I’ll drive you to the appointment in two weeks.” She said simply. “Come on, let’s get home. Think it’s a pizza night.”

Ollie smiled gratefully, glad to finally leave that waiting room. He slipped his hand into his pocket, shoving the card deep down. For the first time, he kind of felt excited about the idea of trying to make his useless body respond to stimuli.

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Julian Faircloth stared up at the beautiful building, sinking farther down in his car seat. He was going to do this. He’d made the appointment. He’d committed to it. So why, pray tell, was he skulking in his car like a teenager trying to buy booze?

Temptations was exactly what he needed and by God he was going to get laid tonight or he was going to drive off the bridge. There was only so much a vibrator could do for him at this point. And he missed Alphas. The smell of them, the feel of their thick cock rammed up his ass. He just didn’t like the personalities that were attached to those delicious cocks.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, took a deep breath, then unbuckled and got out of his car. The slam of the car door felt good, like he was taking control of his destiny. He snorted. He wasn’t sure if going to a Heat Hotel was more or less pathetic than shoving a dildo so far up his ass, he could taste the silicone. Maybe less since at least he wouldn’t be doing all the work himself. That had to count for something.

He beeped the car, and walked purposely through the parking lot towards the beautiful building. Glass, steel, and black marble. Temptations was the classy older sibling of the love motels that existed in alleyways and empty lots. You wouldn’t catch something here, oh no.

He pushed through the frosted glass double doors into the classy interior. The monochromatic theme continued. He looked around, impressed. Marble flooring, tasteful artwork, a honest-to-God waterfall feature on the wall on the right, the rush of the water both peaceful and seductive. Across from where he stood, was the receptionist’s desk. A beautiful Beta sat behind the desk. Julian was almost sad to be gay as he traced her face with his gaze.

She looked up her computer, and smiled. “Welcome to Temptations. Do you have an appointment?”

Julian strode over, and smiled, leaning against the counter, fishing out his little invitation/confirmation card. “I got it in the mail. Very fancy. I like your establishment’s style.”

She smiled, tilting her head a little in interest as her slim fingers brushed his. He shrugged an apology and she quirked a brow at him in understanding. She half turned back to her computer. “Thank you. We pride ourselves on our exquisite services.” She scanned the barcode on his card, and the system beeped. She smiled. “Looks like you’ve filled out all the paperwork already, so we just have an intake form we need you to fill out.”

She passed a clipboard across the counter to him. Julian took it, looking down at it. He raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Do y’all really have-” he broke off, cheeks flaming.

“We pride ourselves in our assortment of sexual pleasures offered as well as the accessories for our guests’ pleasures.” She supplied, though the quirk of her lips, and the gleam in her eyes confirmed his question. Damn.

He nodded slowly, and after some soul searching, put a definitive check mark next to the line add me to the orgy waitlist. He stepped back with the clipboard, before turning all the way around, leaning against the counter. He figured since she was already going to see his answers, he could at least hide his already raging erection as he scanned the list of services he could choose from. Good thing this place was well in his budget. Several visits were suddenly quite necessary.

Once he was done, he turned back around, sliding it back. “I’ve listed off my preferences, but today I think I just want a basic kind of package.”

“All of our packages are exceptional, sir,” she said, and Julian smirked. He adored this woman.

“I have no doubt of that. In light of that, can I make another appointment for next week?”

“Of course you can. I’ll pencil you in and you can make a choice on your companion after tonight. Work for you?” She smiled, typing something into the computer.

“Perfect. Thank you. Should I take a seat?” He tipped his head at the waiting area that he could now see just beyond her desk.

“Yes, please. And let me know if you want any preparatory items. I’ll go check with your room preparations.” She gave him another warm smile before she stood, moving from around her desk to go down the hall on the left.

Julian stretched out his back, looking around the place again. Damn. He was so glad that Adam had recommended this place. Of course, Julian would have preferred to fuck Adam, but the Alpha was shockingly impervious to Julian’s hints. Or maybe it’s because he’d known Julian as long as he had, and Julian’s outrageousness was no longer a viable option of flirting. He’d dropped a towel in front of the man for God’s sake. Adam had merely given him a sardonic look and sipped his coffee nice and slow.

Julian turned at the sound of heels on the marble, and saw the receptionist coming back. She smiled at him. “We’re all ready for you, sir. If you’d follow me?”

He nodded, and shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly nervous. He was really doing this, huh. He was really going to go in a fancy hotel room, let an Alpha fuck him into the mattress, and then go home and grade essays. He snorted as he followed the receptionist to a door at the end of the long hallway.

“I’m sure we already briefed you on the safety measures, but just to recap, our facilities are unable to be accessed from the outside without clearance. Further, we have an entire floor that is locked off for the exclusive pleasures of Omegas who want privacy and safety for their Heats. Our regular rooms do also have several safety features to make sure that our Omega guests remain in control and safe when with their Alpha companions. None of our Alphas work during their Ruts, nor the week before or after their Ruts.” She keyed in a passcode into the door, then swiped a card. She pushed the doors open, gesturing him into a smaller lobby that had six elevators, two per wall.

“Further, all of our Alphas are tested regularly so if you wish to have unprotected sex, simply provide us with your latest lab report and we can set that up for you,” she continued, going to the middle left elevator.

Julian didn’t catch the rest of her sentence, too preoccupied by the thought of raw, hard Alpha cock deep inside him. “Is it too late to submit that paperwork?” He joked, following her into the elevator.

She grinned at him in the reflection of the elevator door. “Yes, but I can add it to your intake form. Email me your recent labs and I’ll file it for you.” She offered, pressing the button for the 8^th floor.

The ride up was smooth and Julian relaxed his grip on the railing a little bit. The higher the numbers blinked, the more his stomach filled with butterflies. He wanted this. He really did. And nerves were to be expected. Sex with a new partner was always a little risky. This was no different than a hook up. This was a hook up hotel. Everything was fine.

The elevator opened, and just like that, the calm, sultry atmosphere was broken by a cacophony of loud, frantic voices and the sound of pounding footsteps along the carpeted halls.

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Julian froze as the elevator music was suddenly replaced by yelling, his gut clenching in fear. He fell back a step in shock as the receptionist darted out, eyes widening in alarm. As she raced out of sight, Julian decided that whatever the emergency was, it was not violent or dangerous, not if the receptionist was running in without a second thought. He peeked out of the elevator, towards the sounds.

Ten doors down, an Alpha wearing jeans opened at the front with his huge cock sticking out was surrounded by three Betas and the receptionist. The Alpha looked close to tears, and as he got nearer, Julian could make out words.

“I don’t know what happened, Greg! One second it was going great, the next the kid’s fucking convulsing! Is there a doctor, get the fucking doctor!”

The Alpha’s voice was strong and firm, despite being laced with fear. He stabbed a finger at the Beta trying to calm him. “I don’t fucking care about liability. You know I’m a God damn professional. I have a kid in there in agony and I don’t know-”

He was cut off by a scream of pain that made Julian’s hair stand on end. He rushed forward, pushing past everyone, ignoring the hands grabbing at him. He stood in the doorway, looking into the room. It was a very nice room, state of the art hotel room. And in the center of it was a kid, no more than twenty, thrashing and screaming, his entire body drenched in sweat. He was scratching at his skin and clothes, bloody scratches revealing just how deeply he dug his fingers into his skin.

Julian paled, and he whirled around to the Alpha. Who still had his cock out, damn it. “What information did he provide?” He snapped.

The Alpha glared at him. “Are you a doctor?” He asked suspiciously.

Julian thought about his PhD in English Literature. “Yes,” he said firmly.

The Alpha ran his fingers through his head. “He didn’t fill out what he was. He just said he was curious and wanted to see what happened if I fucked him up the ass.”

Julain fought the urge to glance at the thick cock the guy had just hanging out. Even flaccid it was a God damn beauty. “He’s an Omega, and this is his first Heat. I need all the blankets you can find and you need to seal this corridor off. We can’t move him. He needs to work through this until it breaks.”

“But, we have a suite...” the receptionist started, cut off by a howl that made bile surge in Julian’s throat. He looked over his shoulder, then stepped back into the room.

“No. Trust me. I’ll take care of him. Just get me an emergency Omega supply kit. Don’t send any Alphas. He can’t handle it right now.”

The others nodded, and Julian closed the door and locked it, dead bolting it for good measure. He then grabbed one of the dozens of throw pillows on the bed and shoved them at the crack under the door. Then he turned and saw that the boy had his eyes open. They were a beautiful blue, and the agony and fear in his gaze shot straight to Julian’s heart. He crossed the room, pulling at his tie, tossing it across the room as he unbuttoned his shirt. He shed it as he sank to the ground next to the boy.

“Hey baby, I know this is scary. I need to touch you. It won’t feel good, and I’m sorry about that. You’re in a kind of limbo between Heat and not Heat, which fucking sucks. I can help you.” He spoke gently, reaching out, palm up, to show the boy he meant no harm.

The boy rasped a breath, his whole body vibrating in pain. “Hurts,” he gasped.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. Let me help.” Julian murmured.

The boy closed his eyes, then opened them, nodding.

Julian closed the distance, stroking the boy’s sweat slicked hair. He kept the caress light and sweet and watched as the boy slowly unclenched his body. “There you go, just relax for me, there you go. I’m going to get you out of these clothes, okay?”

At the boy’s nod, Julian shifted so that he was kneeling over the boy’s legs. He reached out, tugging him gently into a seated position. He peeled the shirt off the boy’s shaking but now pliant body. He looped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, his arm instantly drenched with the boy’s sweat. Julian looked at the boy, then at the button of his jeans.

“Can you take your pants off or should I?” He asked.

“You can. Just, don’t touch it,” the boy whimpered.

Julian nodded in understanding, and unbuttoned the boy’s jeans, shifting them both around until he got them both on the bed, the boy down to his boxers. Julian got off the bed and shucked off his slacks, leaving him in his briefs. He crawled back on the bed, and lay down, pulling the boy into his arms, tipping the boy’s nose into his Scent Gland.

He could feel the boy freeze as he took his first, clear inhale of Julian’s Omega scent. Then the boy burrowed into Julian, his hold on him suddenly so tight Julian almost couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah, good, that’s good. That’s Omega scent. You’re an Omega, so it will smell like safety and comfort. This will help relax your body enough for you to start your cycle.” Julian soothed, caressing the boy’s back.

“I’ve never smelled anyone before. Nothing like this,” the boy breathed, and Julian fought a flinch as the boy’s hot and wet little tongue snuck out, lapping at the sweat on Julian’s neck. “You taste so good,” he breathed, shifting closer, his body almost fully melded to Julian’s.

But the second that the boy’s achingly hard cock brushed against Julian’s body, the boy flinched, bringing his knees up.

Julian hushed him. “It’s okay, I know it hurts. First erection?”

The boy flushed, looking ashamed. “I’m so sorry. I bet I’m ruining your night.” He whispered.

Julian smoothed back the golden curls. “Nah, it’s fine. I don’t mind. I can always get laid. You need me. First Heats are hell to go through, especially alone. I had my first Heat with a partner. It helps. Have you been vomiting?”

The boy nodded. “Yeah. Yesterday. What’s that about?”

“Your body was starting the cycle. The pain you’re feeling? That’s probably your body making a uterus as fast as it can to prepare for pregnancy. Right now, your body is going through a hormonal surge that just sends everything out of whack. This normally happens younger, but it has been known to happen late. How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

Julian pulled away, wide eyed. Jesus Christ. First Heat at twenty-two. He sucked in a deep breath, pulling the boy close again. “Okay. This is going to be very bad, but I can get you through this. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

The immediacy of the answer, the sincerity as he met the boy’s gaze sent a bolt of heat through Julian, as well as grate his heart with a painful nostalgia. He cleared his throat. “Okay, first, we need to get you to cum. The first one always hurts the most, but then it’s kind of like breaking the seal on a champagne bottle. Have you started Slicking?”

The boy frowned. “I don’t think so?”

Julian smiled at him wryly. “You haven’t. You’d know immediately yes or no. Have you ever touched yourself?”

The boy flushed a deep red. “No,” he whispered, ducking his head into Julian’s neck, his nose cold against Julian’s skin. “This is so much more embarrassing than telling it to the doctors.”

“I’m in a Heat Hotel. That’s way more embarrassing than you having a sudden Heat.” Julian informed him, and that earned him a giggle from the boy.

“Not really. You know what you want and you’re getting it. That’s really cool.” He licked his lips, his tongue touching against Julian’s skin again, and this time he shivered.

“Well, it’s moot anyway. Now, we have to get you off. Watch and copy what I do, okay?”

The boy nodded, and Julian shifted them so that their knees were bent and touching, creating a little nest of space between them. He wasn’t hard yet, but he would be soon. The boy had to be agonizingly hard. It was tenting his briefs and the entire front was damp from precum.

“Okay, as soon as you ready, take yourself out.”

“I can’t. The fabric…” the boy gestured to the boxers. Julian realized that the boy probably wouldn’t be able to bear the brush of the fabric.

He reached out, and after a soft apology, decisively ripped the boxers along the seam, and the boy’s throbbing wet cock came into view. God he was so gay for boys. The boy’s cock was a little thicker than the standard Omega, and was straight, uncut, its head flushed a deep pink. Julian was suddenly very interested in getting it into his mouth. He rolled his lips back, shifting a little as his own cock responded instantly.

“Does it look weird?”

The tremulous, breathy tone of the boys voice really didn’t help Julian’s surge of arousal, and he could feel his Slick starting to ooze down his thighs. He looked up at the boy, who was looking worried and highly aroused. He cleared his throat, wetting his lips. “Sorry to stare. I was just thinking that I am indeed very, very gay,” he replied with a half-smile.

The boy smiled in return, looking down to where Julian was now straining the fabric of his briefs. He reached out a curious hand, stopping just in front of the fabric bulge. “I’m starting to think I am too,” he replied softly, his gaze tracing along Julian’s torso, dropping down to the bugle, then back to meet Julian’s gaze.  

At Julian’s nod, the boy closed that last few inches, his fingers soft, curious. Julian sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth of the boy’s finger tips as it feathered light strokes along his hard length. Damn. The boy wasn’t an Alpha, but Julian was positive he was in for the night of his life.

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In his wildest imaginations, which granted was pretty limited, Ollie had never expected that he would be lying curling up in a hotel bed, his fingers tracing the very sizable cock of an incredibly hot stranger. Sure, he’d come here to see what sex with an Alpha would be like, but somehow, this was so much more intimate than that. Maybe that was because his skin was currently on fire and even the bedpost looked good to him.

He had Omega friends, so he’d heard a lot about how shitty Heat was, but he had had no idea. But one minute he was looking at the thickest cock he’d ever seen, and the next his organs had been trying very hard to rip out of his body which had suddenly caught fire. Everything hurt. And then he’d had to tell this gorgeous man that he hadn’t even ever touched himself. He really was a freak.

“You’re in your head, baby. Talk to me.”

The soft voice curled over Ollie like silk and he lifted his gaze from where it’d been rivetted to the thick bugle of the man’s cock. “I’m a freak,” he whispered, looking down again. He wasn’t as horny as he had been when the Alpha had been in the room. The Alpha musk had made him ready to bounce on that thick cock like a pogo stick. The Omega’s scent was still so good, though. While the Alpha musk was hot and heady and spicy, the Omega’s scent was sweeter, like boiling molasses and caramel apples. His skin had tasted so good too, like sweat and warmth and vanilla.

The Omega’s hand curled around his, lifting it off his cock, and just lacing their fingers together. “You’re not a freak. Heats can happen any time. And you don’t need to be sexually active. There’s nothing wrong with doing whatever works for you. We can just lie here, if you want.” The man said softly, rubbing his thumb against Ollie’s.

Ollie shook his head. “No, I want, I want to-” he broke off, cheeks flaming.

“You want to come? Is that what you want, baby?” The man asked, his lips curving up in a smile that made Ollie want to bury his face in his chest and never come out.

“Yes. I think. God I just want to make something happen.” He couldn’t help the whine in his voice. That much was true. He felt like a pressure cooker set too high. If he didn’t do something to take the edge off, he’d probably end up vomiting again. And he’d rather die than vomit in front of this stranger.

The man nodded softly, shifting as he guided their joined hands towards Ollie’s cock. “Okay. We’ll take this slow. Start by touching yourself. Nice and slow strokes.”

Ollie flinched as the man wrapped his own hand around his cock. His skin was too hot and against his already burning cock, it was uncomfortable. “It doesn’t feel good,” he reported, and the man pursed his lips.

“Hang on, let me see…” he trailed off, rolling away to the nightstand. Ollie instantly missed his warmth and scent.

“My name is Ollie.” He blurted out, suddenly desperate for this to be more than a nameless fuck.

The man rolled back, holding a blue and silver bottle. He smiled, his gaze soft and gentle and Ollie had never felt so safe. He reached out, caressing Ollie’s cheek, making him moan. “I’m Julian. You can call me Juls. I’ll take care of you, Ollie.”

His words were punctuated by the sharp click of the bottle opening. Ollie glanced at it, watching as Juls reached out, taking the hand that Ollie was loosely grasping his throbbing cock with. “What’s that?” He asked as Juls squeezed out a generous amount of it.

“Lube. Cooling. It should help with slide and since it’s cooling it’ll help your overheated skin.” Juls clicked the cap closed, and brought Ollie’s hand back to his cock.

Ollie choked on a moan as his hand, now blessedly cool and wet wrapped around himself. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, head lolling back.

“That’s it, baby. There you go. Stroke yourself. See what you like.”

Ollie opened his eyes, looking at Juls. He licked his lips, suddenly shy. “Can you, do it with me? Show me what you like?” He asked. God what a question. Asking a stranger to stroke dicks with him while they watch each other. This was going to be even hotter than an Alpha pounding him into the mattress.

Juls flashed him a wicked grin. “I can do that, sure.” Shifting, he hooked a finger into the waistband of his blue briefs. Ollie watched as he pulled them off, his mouth going dry, his hand tightening on his own cock. Good God. The Alpha had been thick and very different from Ollie, which had honestly a little intimidating.  Juls was a little thicker, a little longer, but damn if he wasn’t absolutely perfect. Sure, seeing his cock didn’t fill Ollie with the reverent awe seeing the Alpha’s had. But Juls’s cock made Ollie feel normal, safe. Juls was like him. He would be okay. He could get through this because he had Juls.

Juls kicked the discarded briefs over the side of the bed and reached down, wrapping his long, slim fingers around his cock, and Ollie suddenly really, really wanted him to do that for him. Baby step, though.

He watched as Juls gave himself one, two, three strokes, his hand moving confidently. Ollie mimicked him, and gasped. It had gone from feeling a little awkward and uncomfortable to feeling like bliss.

“There you go, love, there you go. Just long, firm strokes. Just like that,” Juls purred, and Ollie felt his cheeks heat. He stared down at Juls’s long fingers, matching him stroke for stroke. There was more heat growing in his stomach, but it didn’t hurt. It actually felt really, really good.

He realized that Juls didn’t have lube, and his shifted up onto his elbow. “Don’t you need lube too?” He asked. He suddenly was desperate for Juls to be enjoying this as much as he was. He wanted Juls to feel good.

Juls met his gaze, and his grey eyes were suddenly filled with wicked mischief. He shifted onto his elbow as well, smirking at Ollie. “That’s one of the great things about being an Omega, love. You always have lube with you.” He shifted so that his right foot was on the bed, spreading him open to Ollie’s astonished gaze. As he gaze traced over the beautiful, masculine skin of Juls’s legs, hips, and stomach, he realized that Juls’s thighs were wet.

“Is that…?” Ollie pointed, unsure.

Juls nodded, reaching down, swiping a finger through the wetness. “Yup. Slick. You haven’t broken into your full Heat yet. You need your first orgasm. But then your Slick glands will be kicked into high gear. Most of the time, it’s just when you’re aroused. But when you’re in Heat, you just gush the stuff 24/7. Invest in a good waterproof mattress cover.” Juls advised, bringing his finger up, holding it to the light. He gazed at it for a minute, then looked at Ollie, his grey gaze deepening as he said, “Wanna taste?”

Ollie’s stomach dropped out of him and his fingers clenched his cock almost painfully hard. “T-taste?” He echoed, hardly daring to believe it.

As he watched, Juls slipped his finger into his own mouth, humming in pleasure. If possible, Ollie grew even harder as Juls slipped his saliva and Slick damped finger out of his mouth. “Yeah. There’s a reason that Slick is coveted. It tastes amazing. And everyone has a different flavor. So yours will taste different from mine, but the base taste is roughly the same. So,” Juls reached down, swiping another finger full of the glistening fluid, holding it out to Ollie, “want a taste?”

Ollie couldn’t breathe for a minute. His mind was spinning with too many thoughts. First, Juls was aroused enough to be Slicking so much it dripped down his thighs. Second, he had no idea where to buy a waterproof mattress cover. Third, he had never wanted something more in his life than to taste Juls’s Slick. He finally nodded, leaning forward a little, opening his mouth a little.

Juls’s fingers slipped past his lips, and Ollie moaned. God. How could anything taste this good? It was salty sweet, and tasted like Juls smelled. He closed his lips around Juls’s finger, sucking, wrapping his tongue around his finger, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue, trying to get every last drop off.

He heard a hiss and his eyes flew open and to Juls’s face. Juls’s face was dark with lust, his lip caught in his teeth. He was looking at Ollie like he wanted to finger feed him his Slick with pounding Ollie into the mattress. Ollie was fully on board with this idea.

Sadly, Juls extracted his finger from Ollie’s mouth. Though because Ollie had been sucking on his finger, there was a thin string of saliva and Slick stringing between Juls’s finger and Ollie’s mouth and Ollie fought the urge to chase it and suck Juls’s finger right back into his mouth.

“Okay, let’s get you feeling better. Match my pace, okay?” Juls said, a little breathless.

Ollie nodded, and held his breath as Juls reached behind himself, and Ollie felt his ears burn at a soft, wet sound. Juls brought his hand, two fingers now drenched with Slick, back around, rubbed his fingers into his palms and curled his fingers around his throbbing pink cock.

He started slowly, letting Ollie get used to the topography of his own cock, letting him explore what felt good. But then, Juls’s breathing changed, becoming heavier and his hand started to move fast, his grip tightening. Ollie followed suit, and the pulsing heat of his cock and the churning heat in his stomach making him fight a moan on every exhale.

He shifted closer to Juls unconsciously, until their foreheads were touching, both looking between them, precome wetting the sheets between them, the smell of sex perfuming the air. Ollie had never done this, never done anything remotely like this. It was exhilarating.

One sharp upstroke and he gasped, need spiking through him, a whine breaking through his tight lips. He needed something. He needed the pressure to relieve. He closed his eyes, moving his hand faster, gasping, desperate. He felt Juls’s fingers slip under the cheek pressed to the pillow, cupping it, soft fingers caressing the shell of his ear.

“Come for me, baby, come on,” Juls purred, and Ollie wasn’t even sure what that meant, but damn he wanted to please Juls so much it was painful.

He opened his eyes as he felt something warm brush his tip, and he looked down to see Juls’s index finger brush against his slit, swirling in the precome that he was leaking. That was it. His vision sheeted white, his breath snatched away as his entire body tightened and just as suddenly released with the biggest burst of pleasure he’d ever experienced.

He was distantly aware of a breathy cry and keening moan that was probably him, but he was way too far over the edge to care. Nothing had ever felt this good. So good he thought he might die.

As he caught his breathe, he felt a soothing hand on his arm, stroking him through the aftershocks. He fluttered his lids back open, and saw Juls looking at him with a mixture of pride and lust. Ollie opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what yet, when he glanced down, and gaped. Juls was covered, literally covered, in cum. The pearlescent liquid was splattered on his stomach, chest, collarbones, there was even some on his neck and chin.

The more Ollie looked, he saw that what hadn’t landed on Juls was soaking into the bed, truly making a mess of things. He felt his face flame and he wasn’t sure if he should be horrified, embarrassed, or strangely proud.

“Um, was that me?” He asked, pointing at Juls.

Juls laughed a little, propping himself on his elbow. “Mostly. Some of it is me. But Heat makes everything more, and to be fair, I should have realized I was well within the blast zone.” He looked down at himself, and then shrugged and did something that would have made Ollie hard all over again if he wasn’t suddenly bone achingly exhausted. He swiped a finger full of cum, held it to the light, rubbed it with his thumb, then sucked it off his fingers.

He looked over at Ollie, and grinned. “Good news: you taste good. Remind me to get you a list of foods that make your cum a delicacy.” He reached out, running a finger along Ollie’s stomach, and slipped his finger between Ollie’s lips before he could react.

Musky, sweet, a little bitter and tangy. As Jules pulled his finger out of his mouth, Ollie swiped a hand along his stomach, licking it off greedily. He doubt he could ever get enough of Juls’s taste. He felt Juls’s hand curl around his cheek, his fingers damp as they slid into Ollie’s sweat soaked hair, his thumb caressing Ollie’s cheek.

“Get some sleep, baby. It’s gonna be a bit rough from now on. I asked the staff to bring an emergency Omega Heat kit. When you wake up, you’re going to be in full Heat. It’s going to feel like you have the flu while wanting to have as much sex as physically possible.”

Ollie’s ears flamed hearing Juls talk about sex. He’d never even thought about it before, but now, he wanted sex with Juls so badly his ass clenched tight and his skin broke out in goosebumps. He looked up at Juls, biting his lip. “Will we, that is, can we…?” He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes.

Juls caressed his cheeks. “I am so flattered baby, but I have to say no. Heat sex is great, but your first time should not be because of a biological imperative to shove everything phallic up your ass. I will absolutely help you through your Heat, don’t worry about that. But nothing beyond that.” His voice was gentle and warm and Ollie felt a little rejected, but he knew that Juls had a point. He was pretty sure that he wanted Juls outside of being in Heat, but he didn’t want Juls to think that he only wanted him because of his Heat.

Ollie wanted to ask Juls a few more questions, but his limbs were turning into lead and he was still boneless from his intense orgasm. As his eyes drifted closed, he heard Juls murmuring to him, just soft soothing words. Ollie relaxed into the gentle touch of Juls’s hand on his face, the warmth of his breath against his cheek, and soon passed out.  

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Julian looked down at Ollie, his lips curving in a soft smile. Damn. There really was something to the younger lover thing. Granted, he was only like seven years older than Ollie, hardly a geriatric. But it’d been a while since he’d been at the receiving end of such an explosive orgasm. Also, there was something just so fucking sexy about teaching someone to discover their pleasures.

Sighing, he rolled off the bed, grabbing his briefs, pulling them back on. He winced a little. His body was still buzzing from his own orgasm, which had felt better than most of what he’d been having lately. There really was something about sex with someone else. Walking around the bed, he searched for his phone in his slacks. He looked up at Ollie, his gaze falling to Ollie’s tight little ass. Damn. Turning down sex with Ollie had been almost painful, but it was for a good cause. First, because Heat sex was really not a good time for first times. And second because until about twenty minutes ago, Julian had been solidly Alpha-sexual and a very, very happy bottom. That ass, though. He sighed.

Opening his phone, Julian scrolled through his notifications. Several messages in the professors group chat about getting a drink later that week. A couple from Adam. Julian snorted. He dialed Adam, rubbing the back of his neck.

Adam answered on the first ring. “Um, why are you calling me? Aren’t you at Temptations?”

Julian rolled his eyes. “Yeah, about that. So, I didn’t make my appointment-” he began.

He heard Adam sigh. “Damn it, Juls, there’s like a month waitlist. Do you know what I had to do to get you an appointment?”

“Please tell me you had to suck a few cocks,” Julian begged.

“It was a rim job and that’s not the point.” Adam deadpanned and Julian snorted a laugh. Ollie murmured in his sleep behind him, so Julian clapped a hand over his mouth, trying to shove the giggles away.

“God, you virgin, you don’t even know what that is. Anyway, if you’d let me finish, I didn’t make my appointment because a twenty-two-year-old Omega had his first Heat the second an Alpha companion whipped it out.”

There was a very long pause, long enough that Julian had to check if the call had disconnected. “Adam?” He asked, frowning.

“Is the Omega in question named Oliver, by any chance?” Adam asked finally.

Julian glanced over his shoulder at Ollie. “He said his name is Ollie, but sure.” He frowned. “How’d you know?”

Adam barked an incredulous laugh. “Because he came through my office yesterday and I gave him a Temptations card. Wow. Okay. How’s he doing?”

“Pretty good. Had an orgasm. He’s knocked out right now and I’m waiting for the next round. Figured it’d be better if he went through Heat with an Omega than an Alpha, especially after being Unconfirmed for so long.”

“Yeah, that’d be best. I’m actually surprised. I was banking on him being an Alpha.” Adam mused.

Julian snorted. “If he’d been an Alpha, my ass would’ve been absolute toast. Luckily, I have a modicum of self-respect when it comes to Omegas.”

“Really? I’ve never noticed,” Adam teased, and Julian rolled his eyes.

A knock on the door made him look up. “I think the hotel staff are back. I’ll talk to you later. Can you write an email for me to cancel my classes for the rest of the week?”

“Sure, love. Have fun.”

Julian grinned. “I absolutely plan to. Bye, babe.”

He hung up and went to the door. He checked the peephole. A staff member. Probably Beta, but Julian wasn’t taking any chances. He shifted a pillow and cracked the door open a fraction. “Beta? He can’t be around Alphas right now.”

“Beta,” the staff confirmed after a long look at Julian. “We’ve sealed off this hallway from Alphas, and relocated the guests on either side and across this room. You are secure.” The staff held up a see-through plastic box. “I have our emergency Heat kit, and I also have a box of blankets. And of course, you can use the in-room phone for when you want to order refreshments.”

Julian nodded. He looked at Ollie, and then opened the door wider. He took the box and set it aside, reaching out for the blankets. He looked at the stack. There looked about to be sixteen here. Good. He looked up at the Beta, a lanky youth with shaggy red hair. The youth was looking into the room, and Julian turned and saw that Ollie’s legs were probably visible from the door. He shifted possessively to block the Beta’s view. The Beta looked a little surprised by the motion, and Julian narrowed his eyes at him.

“Give my compliments to the managers on your excellent services. Thank you for this. Have a good night.”   

He shut the door resoundingly in the Beta’s face, and turned back to carry the blankets to the bathroom. He opened the door and whistled appreciatively. It had a shower and a bath unit separately, which was perfect. The whole thing was marble and gold accents. It was gorgeous. He went to the bathtub and set the blankets down in the center of the tub and started draping blankets along the sides.

Working quickly, he stepped back, admiring his work. A perfect little Heat nest. A bathtub was an Omega’s best friend. Now to add in a few pillows and the sleepy baby Omega and they were all set to camp out here for a while.

Julian looked at the shower, gnawing on his lip. He wanted a shower. He glanced in the mirror and was shocked by just how much of his body was covered in cum. Jesus. He was like abstract modern art.

As his fingers curled around the gold handle on the glass shower door, his gaze slid over to Ollie. The chances of Ollie being able to shower by himself once his Heat really kicked into gear were slim. Might as well economize. At least, that’s what he told himself as he went back over to the sleeping Omega. It wasn’t that he liked cuddling Ollie. It wasn’t that at all. He was Alpha-sexual. No matter how sweet Ollie smelled.

He shook Ollie’s shoulder, and he made the softest sleep noise that sent a bolt of heat directly to his cock. “Ollie, wake up baby. I made a nest for you to use, but you’re going to want to shower first. Come here, baby.” He gently maneuvered Ollie around so that the Omega’s arms were draped around his neck and he scooped Ollie into his arms. Ollie’s thighs were soft under Julian’s grasp, and he could feel the muscles tensing as Ollie instinctively wrapped his legs around Julian’s waist.

Julian closed his eyes at the slide of skin on skin, biting his lip as he felt Ollie’s breath against his neck.

“Juls,” Ollie murmured as Julian started moving them to the bathroom.

“Yes, baby?” Julian replied, shifting Ollie a little so he could open the shower door.

“Feel weird. Kinda like I have to vomit.” Ollie pulled away, dropping his legs from Julian’s waist. Julian instantly missed them.

Ollie whirled around, doubling over by the sink, his body shaking. His breathing started coming in sharp gasps, and Julian quickly crossed over to him, wrapping his arms around Ollie’s middle. “Breathe, just breathe, I got you. You’re okay,” he soothed, brushing his lips against Ollie’s shoulder blade.

Ollie gave a sharp gasp and broke out in sweat, instantly making him a little slippery to hold. And just like that, Julian felt waves of Slick running down his legs. Not his own, no. Ollie’s. He smiled, and pressed a kiss against the back of Ollie’s neck, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. He nuzzled Ollie’s Scent Gland, which before had been scentless, much like a Beta’s. Now, Ollie smelled so fucking good. Julian was instantly fully hard. He was so glad he hadn’t taken his briefs off or he would’ve taken Ollie then and there. Jesus. Is this how Alphas feel around Omegas all the time?

He sucked at Ollie’s Scent Gland, and was rewarded by another gasp and another wave of Slick, which Julian was pretty sure was making a puddle on the bathroom floor. “Congrats, you’ve officially started your Heat,” he teased, tightening his grip on Ollie.

Ollie reached out, grabbing the countertop with white knuckles, meeting Julian’s teasing gaze in the mirror. “Please tell me that I’m Slicking. Even if you have to lie, do not let me know that I’m shitting on you,” he begged, his face twisted in disgust and horror.

Julian laughed, nuzzling behind Ollie’s ear. “You’re Slicking. A lot. You’re getting it all over the floor.” He confirmed, and he saw Ollie visibly relax. That was swiftly followed by a wet splatting sound that instantly made Ollie stiffen.

“That feels so weird. Does it always feel like this?” He asked, frowning.

Julian met his gaze in the mirror, his fingers stroking Ollie’s stomach, making it tense. “Not always. Heat Slick is always really extra. Normally it just feels like precome.”

Ollie frowned again. “What’s that feel like?”

Julian seriously considered Ollie for a long moment in the mirror, his fingers soft on Ollie’s warm skin. His gaze travelled down Ollie’s tight, lean body. Practically hairless, like most Omegas. Skin a buttery gold, muscles delicately defined, areolas slightly more gold than his skin. In other words, absolutely the most Omega body he’d ever seen. Adam was full of shit. No one could confuse Ollie as an Alpha. And he was an Alpha whore. Wasn’t he?

He watched as his fingers tracked up Ollie’s chest, his thumb rubbing on Ollie’s right nipple, making him gasp. The Slick was becoming as heady as any Alpha musk. Stronger, in fact. Normally Julian could resist the come-hither appeal of an Alpha; he just chose to dive head down ass up into bed.

“It feels good. Like how I can make you feel. Do you want that?” Julian asked, his voice low, its pitch dropping in lust.

Ollie’s eyes widened and he nodded instantly, shifting closer to Julian, his grip on the counter tightening.

Julian let his hand drop, hesitantly wrapping around Ollie’s pink cock that was already leaking. He closed his eyes. Thinner than an Alpha cock. Little more delicate. But God it felt good in his hand. He gave an experimental stroke, and Ollie’s legs nearly went out from under him. Julian wrapped his other arm around Ollie’s waist as he brushed his thumb against Ollie’s slit. Precome beaded up and dripped to the floor. He adjusted his stance, moving the arm around Ollie’s waist around, dipping his fingers into Ollie’s crack, searching as his hand kept moving. Three long strokes, rub a few circles around the head, repeat.

He knew he had found Ollie’s hole when Ollie’s arms nearly collapsed as he moaned and Slick instantly flowed over Julian’s fingers. Jesus Christ.

He rubbed his fore and middle finger against Ollie’s hole just hard enough for solid pressure, but not enough to breach. As he rubbed, he kept stroking Ollie’s cock, making Ollie leak from both sides. Ollie was whimpering small, pleasured pants that went directly to Julian’s cock.

He lifted his hand up, and met Ollie’s eyes, and sucked his Slick coated fingers into his mouth. He had of course tasted his own Slick, ever Omega did. Wanting to find out what the big deal was. And while it had been delicious, he hadn’t quite gotten the craze. But as soon as his tongue touched his fingers, he got it. This was why. This taste.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, trailing his finger back down Ollie’s spine, making the boy shiver.

“Yes,” he answered on a panting exhale, his eyes glazed over and glassy.

Julian smiled, like a cat with cream, and slid down to his knees. He heard Ollie gasp as he spread Ollie’s cheeks. His smile widened as he leaned forward, swiping his tongue through the thick coating of Slick, lapping at Ollie’s hole. Bliss. He could introspect about what it meant that he wanted to stick his tongue up Ollie’s ass and drink him dry later. For now, he had a hard as steel cock in his hand and a mouth full of ambrosia. What more could a man want?

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When Ollie woke up, he had no idea what time it was, and honestly he didn’t care. He felt too good to care. His entire body was boneless from pleasure, every muscle relaxed. And best of all, he was curled up on Juls. He shifted, leaning back on his elbow. He and Juls were cuddled up together in the huge bathtub. Juls had lined it with blankets and pillows while Ollie had been asleep, turning the hard tub into a surprisingly comfortable blanket fort.

Well, it used to be comfortable. Now it was a mess of twisted sheets, most of which were absolutely soaked through. Juls hadn’t been kidding when he had advised Ollie to invest in a waterproof mattress cover.

Ollie smirked though, running a finger gently down Juls’s chest, taking in the serene beauty of the older Omega. After Juls had dropped to his knees and did his best to drink the Slick right out of Ollie, everything had kind of become a blur of pleasure and pain. Pleasure because Juls knew exactly what to do and what to touch to make Ollie see stars. Pain because damn if the Heat didn’t make him sicker than he’d ever been in his life.

Sick. Oh, shit. He needed to let his mom know he was okay. Ollie levered himself out from next to Jules, instantly missing the Omega’s warm heat and sweet scent. Stepping around Juls and crawling out of the tub, Ollie grabbed the nearest towel that wasn’t wet or Slick soaked. They were running out of options. Next time, they’d probably be down to just washcloths.

He wrapped it around his waist and padded back into the bedroom. He found his pants, and pawed through the pockets. The denim was stiff from dried sweat, and it made extracting his phone a little difficult.

Finally freeing it, he instantly dialed his mom, not even checking the messages. He winced as he saw the digital clock on the nightstand read 3 am. Well, shit. He was grounded for life.

His mom answered on the first ring. “Oliver St. Clair! Do you have any idea what time it is! How dare you worry me, you come home right this instant. No, stay where you are I’m-”

“Mom. I’m an Omega. I’m in Heat,” Ollie blurted, cutting into his mom’s rant.

She stopped short, falling completely silent. Then she sighed. “Damn, I owe your father money. We thought for sure you’d be an Alpha like James.”

Ollie snorted. “Mom, that’s a stupid bet. James is six-three and built like a tank. I’m like what, five-ten, on a good day? What possibly made you think I’d be an Alpha?”

“Because male Omegas are super rare. That’s why we thought you were just a Beta when you didn’t present. Anyway, where are you? How bad is your Heat?”

Ollie rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced at the bathroom. “I’m still at Temptations. I kind of went into Heat the second the Alpha companion came into the room. Luckily, an Omega doctor was passing by right then. He’s been, helping me,” Ollie hedged, his cheeks flaming.

He heard his mother snort a laugh. “Okay. Helping. Sure. Is he nice? Is he safe?”

Ollie stood, peeking into the bathroom. Juls was still asleep. He lowered his voice, just in case. “Mom, he’s so amazing. He’s the best person to have helped me. His name is Juls and he’s so hot and I think I’m like really, really gay for him.”

This time, his mom laughed outright. “He does sound amazing. I’m glad you were able to make the best of a bad situation. How long until you can come home?”

Ollie frowned. “I’m not sure, actually. Juls made it sound like it’s a several day process, which I know, but I don’t know how long I have be here. Everything smells so strong now.”

“Oh, damn. You’re smelling pheromones for the first time. That’s gonna be a lot to take in. Well, let me know when you’re coming home and I’ll buy us all Scent Blockers. Deal?”

Ollie nodded. “Sounds good, Mom. Love you. See you, later I guess.”

“Have fun, love. Stay safe.”

Ollie ended the call, and stood. He set his phone down, and went to the other side of the bed. Juls’s clothes were strewn all over the floor. On impulse, Ollie grabbed his dress shirt and shrugged it on. He wasn’t tiny and Juls wasn’t huge, but the shirt was just big enough to cover his front and back. He dropped the towel as he started buttoning up the shirt.

He heard a sleepy laugh and warm arms went around him, a tongue licking a long stripe along his neck to behind his ear. “Someone’s feeling domestic, my little nester. You want me to call for more blankets?” Juls’s warm voice made Ollie close his eyes, leaning back into Juls’s warmth. He was still naked, and Ollie could feel him starting to get excited. Which of course meant that the second Ollie thought about it, his body instantly released a wave of Slick, soaking the hem of the shirt and probably coating Juls’s legs all over again. God, Slick was so weird. Luckily, Juls seemed to be obsessed with his. Ollie licked his lips. He was too shy to do what Juls had done, but damn, he wanted to taste more of Juls.

“Already excited, baby? Mmm, me too.”

Juls reached around, and Ollie felt fingers against his lips. His eyes flew open as he eagerly parted his lips. He moaned as he sucked at Juls’s Slick coated fingers. So good. He brought his hand up, wrapping his fingers around Juls’s wrist, holding it steady as he rubbed his tongue along Juls’s fingers. Juls’s skin, the taste of his Slick, the warmth of his fingers in Ollie’s mouth, everything was just so good.

“God, Ollie. Here, hold this.” Juls took his fingers out of Ollie’s mouth, showing him the saliva and Slick strings. Then he pressed the fore, middle, and ring finger of his left hand into Ollie’s mouth. Ollie obediently sucked on them, feeling as Juls shifted behind him. He felt Juls’s knee press against the inside of his thigh, coaxing his legs apart.

He sucked a breath, tensing a little. Juls misunderstood and stopped immediately. Ollie pulled away, letting Juls’s fingers drop out of his mouth. “No, don’t stop. I’m excited, please, Juls, fuck me.” He didn’t even care that his voice cracked in desperation.

He felt Juls tug him closer, his warm laugh in Ollie’s ear. “God, believe me, it’s tempting. But I can promise you that sex will feel so much better and mean so much more when you don’t feel the urge to peg yourself on the bathtub faucet. Your body wants something up there, doesn’t care what, so long as it’s potentially something that could impregnate you. Have sex when it’s not just biology, baby. Do it for fun, for love, for whatever reason. Just do it because you want it, promise?”

Ollie nodded slowly, wrapping his hands around Juls’s arms. So, he’d just wait until his Heat was over, then beg Juls. Solid plan.

He whimpered as he felt Juls rub his lower back. “That being said, there’s nothing wrong with a little touching, hmm? Still trust me, baby?”

“Always,” Ollie gasped, feeling Juls fingers slid up and down his crack, coating the long fingers in his Slick.

“You’re such a good boy, Ollie. I’m really enjoying you so much more than I thought. You taste so good.” Juls lowered his head, sucking gently at Ollie’s neck, right on his Scent Gland, making Ollie moan and pulse out Slick.

He felt Juls’s fingers on his hole again, firmer than last time. Oh, God. Yes.

“Bear down a little for me, baby. If you want to. No pressure. I can just stroke you right here until you come. Feels so good for me either way. Your body is so warm and soft, Ollie.”

Ollie felt Juls’s tongue lapping against his Scent Gland, and he didn’t even think. He just pressed back against Juls’s fingers, seeking the firm pressure. He gasped, digging his nails into Juls’s arm as he felt Juls’s fingers slip inside him. “Oh, God. Juls, that feels so good, oh God!” He panted, rocking gently as Juls stroked him.

“That’s two fingers. Is that too much? It should only feel good, baby. Remember that. If you’re prepared enough penetration should only feel good, or at least, different. If you ever feel pain, stop immediately, because they’re doing it wrong.”

Ollie shook his head, pressing back hard, wanting more, needing more. “No pain. Juls, please, I need more, feels so good!” He bit his lip, his body shaking. He could feel his skin flushing as Heat surged, and he moaned in pleasure pain. Now that his body had something inside it, he needed more. Something thicker than fingers. Longer. Something to press deeper inside of him and turn him inside out.

Juls stroked inside him, twisting his fingers around, pressing deep inside him. Ollie was basically doubled over Juls’s arm at this point, his legs threatening to give out, his entire body on fire. He was going to come just from having Juls’s fingers inside him.

Right on the edge of his orgasm, though, Juls pulled his fingers out. Ollie whined, slapping a hand against Juls’s forearm. “Juls! Please! I was so close!” He sobbed, wriggling against Juls’s warmth, trying to get some of that delicious pressure back.

“I know, I have an idea. Hop, baby.” Juls turned him around and Ollie instantly jumped up against Juls. He wrapped his legs around Juls’s waist, and ducked his head into Juls’s neck.

Juls smelled so good. Sweat and arousal had sharpened Juls’s scent, making it spicier, but still as sweet as before. Ollie lapped at Juls’s skin, then, feeling a little bold, he sunk his teeth into Juls’s skin. He felt Juls shudder and moan, so he worked the skin between his teeth before letting go, soothing the bite with his tongue. He just wanted to lick and kiss all over Juls for hours.

“My baby has fangs,” Juls murmured, and a full body flush swept through Ollie. My baby. Juls’s baby. Yes, please.

Juls shifted him, and Ollie moaned as his cock slid against Juls’s stomach. He felt Juls’s hands gripping his ass, and then, Juls turned, walking them towards a wall. Ollie’s back hit the wall just as two of Juls’s fingers slid back inside him, one from each hand. Ollie moaned, his head thumping back against the wall as Juls worked him open, his tongue hot on Ollie’s Scent Gland.

In this position, there wasn’t much Ollie could do about the veritable waterfall of Slick that was just leaking out of him, pooling on the carpet. Ollie really hoped they didn’t get charged a fortune for the cleaning of the hotel room. It wasn’t his fault he’d gone into Heat. Though, he supposed they could have stayed in the bathroom.

He was jerked out his thoughts by the sound of something dragging across the floor. He opened his eyes, dimly aware that Juls was doing something other than turn him into a puddle of pleasure. He whined as he felt Juls’s fingers slip out of him, but he just bit his lip, knowing that Juls wouldn’t disappoint him.

He heard rummaging, then Juls bent sideways a little, his lips curving in a smirk. “Ah ha, I thought so. This place really is amazing.”

Ollie didn’t have to ask what Juls meant, because he held it up, brushing the tip against Ollie’s lips. Cold, smooth, hard. Ollie shifted, looking down. A glass toy. It was clear, with a fat head and sleek body that was slightly curved, with a flared end. Ollie’s gaze flew to Juls, who was looking very much like a cat with the canary.

“How about it, love? Better than a bed post, no?” Juls teased, continuing to rub the head against Ollie’s lips, the cool silken slid of the glass so good against his swollen lips.

He nodded, not trusting his voice. He met Juls’s gaze, and Juls held it, the stunning grey of his gaze dark with lust. Ollie tipped his head back, lids half lowering but not looking away from Juls as he started trailing the toy down Ollie’s neck to his chest.

Juls circled his nipples, peaking them with the cool glass, making Ollie gasp. The head against his stomach felt almost life like. Ollie giggled involuntarily when Juls ran it along his bellybutton. Juls smiled at him, leaning forward to suck at Ollie’s neck. Then he rested his head on Ollie’s shoulder, hiding what he was doing with his strong, broad shoulders.

Ollie gasped and half-flinched as he felt the tip of the toy rubbing against his balls. He tightened his grasp around Juls’s waist, hitching higher, closer as Juls outlined his sack with the toy in slow, lazy strokes that soon had Ollie panting.

Then Juls slipped behind his balls, pressing the head of the toy firmly against the sensitive skin behind his balls, and Ollie shouted, precome spurting up and dripping down his shaft. Using this as a distraction, Juls nipped at Ollie’s shoulder and slid the toy into Ollie, all the way to the hilt.

It was definitely thicker than fingers and Ollie sobbed out a moan as Juls expertly twisted it inside him, pulling it in and out in long, even strokes, continuously filling Ollie up so full it was almost painful. It didn’t take long for his Heat to catch fire and he was torn between feeling sick and feeling like he was on the edge of the best orgasm of his life. He couldn’t wait to have sex with Juls when a part of his brain was focused on not vomiting up his organs while his skin was on fire.

Even though he was writhing against Juls, chasing the orgasm, it still came as a surprise. His nails dug deeply into Juls’s back and he sunk his teeth into Juls’s shoulder, so hard he tasted blood. Everything faded away except the unbearable pleasure that wrung him out like a cloth.

When he finally came down, he was lying in bed with Juls. He wiggled a little, loving the feeling of Juls’s warm back behind him. Wiggling also informed him that at some point Juls had also come, but still. The feeling of Juls being tucked up behind him, everything nestled together like a perfect fit…Ollie never wanted to leave. He felt Juls’s hand on his stomach, softly stroking his skin. Perfectly, incredibly contented, Ollie drifted to sleep.

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Julian woke to the sound of his hellacious “You’re Late!” alarm. Blearily, he rolled over, turning it off, squinting at the screen. He had specifically cancelled class. The fuck was he running late for?

Stupid seminar Bethany Blackmailed Me Into Speaking At. Ah. That. God fucking damn it.

Julian rubbed a frustrated hand through his hair, hating this dose of real life that broke through the delicious sexual bubble he’d been in with the baby Omega. Twisting, he looked behind him at Ollie. The boy was lying curled up, back to him, his soft skin looking just as touchable as it had hours ago. Julian crawled over, curling his fingers on Ollie’s side, shaking him gently. “Baby, wake up, come on,” he murmured.

To no avail. Ollie just murmured sleepily, shifting closer to the sound of Julian’s voice, but he was out. Any other time, Julian would take it as a compliment for his sexual prowess, but right now, it was less than ideal. He had to leave, but he didn’t want Ollie feeling abandoned.

Getting up, Julian grabbed his briefs, pulling them on. He went to the hotel door, peering out. Thank God. His clothed he’d put into the “to dry clean” bag earlier had been replaced by a garment bag. Thank God for forethought because he’d have to go straight to the college from here.

He dragged the garment bag in, and draped it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed as he went to shower. As he slicked back his hair, Julian smiled to himself. Absolute hell of a night. He’d never slept with an Omega before. Granted, Ollie was brand new to the delicious world of sex, but it had still been utterly satisfying. More than made up for him missing out on some Alpha cock.

He toweled off quickly, and went back into the bedroom. Ollie was now spread eagle on the bed, still asleep, his chest rising and falling in deep sleep. His skin was still pink with Heat, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been. Julian pulled on his slacks and socks. He threw his dress shirt over himself, smiling at the memory of waking up before to see Ollie buttoning himself into his shirt. That had been so precious Julian had wasted no time in stripping him right back out of the shirt.

Julian went over to Ollie, kneeling on the bed. He reached out, smoothing Ollie’s golden curls back from his forehead. Looks like his Heat was actually ebbing away. Lucky bastard. But then again, first Heats were weird that way.

Sighing, Julian went to the nightstand, opening a drawer, rummaging through the stuff there. He extracted a pad of paper. He looked at Ollie for a long time, then set pen to paper, scrawling a note for Ollie. After he was satisfied with it, he set the pad of paper on the pillow next to Ollie, making damn sure that Ollie wouldn’t miss it. He really, really wanted to make sure that Ollie knew that Julian wasn’t the kind to fuck and leave. Because damn it, he actually really liked Ollie. The kid was sweet as hell and beautifully responsive.

With one last sweep of the room, Julian curled his fingers around the doorknob. He had everything, but he couldn’t make himself leave yet. His gaze fell on Ollie’s phone, picked up at some point and placed on the nightstand by the door. Seizing it, Julian opened it. No passcode. Bad for Ollie, but presently good news for Julian.

Going to Ollie’s messages, he quickly found the one for ‘Mom.’ He quickly typed out his message:

Hello, ma’am, this is Dr. Faircloth. Ollie is currently sleeping, and I have unavoidable work commitments, otherwise I would not do this. Your son is almost through his Heat. He is still flushed, but will probably burn it off in the next twenty-four hours. I really hate to leave him alone, so if you could come get him, that would be for the best. We are at Temptations, Room 317. He is going to be hypersensitive to scents, sounds, and tactile stimulation. I recommend when he gets home to let him try to sleep as much as he can. I’m not sure if you have other Omega sons, but after Heat comes the less discussed “purging.” His body will be flushing the nascent uterus out. It is always really scary the first time, so spend some time today Googling about it. Please let Ollie know that he was amazing and I truly enjoyed our time together.

Julian hit send, and put the phone back down. He looked at Ollie, and bent down, pressing a kiss to Ollie’s cheek. His cheek was warm and soft, despite the hint of stubble. Julian nuzzled his cheek for a moment, then straightened. He sighed and went to the door, slipping out into the hallway. The halls were quiet, his footsteps muffled on the thick carpet. He found the elevator from last time, but it had an employees only sign.

Turning, Julian spotted the customer’s elevator farther along on the perpendicular hallway. He went to it, and pressed the down button. It arrived and he got in, pressing “Lobby.”

When it opened, it was a different area than when he went in. He frowned, moving cautiously out of the elevator. A Beta staff saw him, and beamed, coming over. “Hello sir, checking out?”

“Uh, does this place have two entrances?” Julian asked. This lobby was very different from the sleek modern one he had used. It looked like something from the Ritz. And had a lot more people in it. And a café.

The Beta blinked at him, then realization dawned, and laughed. “Ahhh, I see. You used the Omega Entrance, yes. This is the one for Alphas and Betas. We have the Omega Entrance secured, for obvious reasons. Come with me and we’ll check you out. Did you have a good stay?”

Julian nodded, following the Beta to the counter. “I did, actually. Um, I actually did not make my appointment, I was roped into an emergency Heat for the occupant of 317. He’s still there. I’ve contacted someone to look after him.”

The Beta nodded, typing into the computer. “Okay, I see here that a Julian Faircloth was registered, but his companion did check that you failed to arrive. In return for helping with the emergency, allow us to renew your booking. Is there a date and time that works best for you?”

The Beta looked at Julian expectantly. Julian hesitated. It felt a little disloyal to be making an appointment right after leaving Ollie. He could still taste the boy’s Slick for God’s sake. “When’s the next availability?” He hedged, shifting his weight.

“Well, we do have a slot in three weeks, if that works? I know you came for an Alpha companion, so an Omega Heat was probably not what you wanted, but that is the next time the Alpha you booked is available.” The Beta blinked at him.

Julian hated the insinuation that Ollie was a consolation prize. But he gritted his teeth, and said, “Sure, that’s fine. I have an appointment, so I’ve got to leave. Oh, and charge any damages to my card on file and charge Ollie’s stay to me as well.”

“Will do. You’re very generous, sir. Have a wonderful day.”

Julian nodded, and walked out of the gorgeous lobby into the sunshine. He squinted, and sighed. He had no idea where his car was. He was running late so he’d have to come back to get it later.

Six hours, he was outside his apartment he shared with Adam. The seminar had been as horrible as he had feared, and he was really bitter he hadn’t been able to spend that waste of time curled up with Ollie and making the younger come his brains out.

Fishing out his keys, Julian unlocked the apartment and stepped in. He could smell food from here and he quite nearly cried.

“Juls? That you?” Adam called, coming into view, wiping his hands on his frilly flower apron.

Julian nodded, shrugging off his coat and dropping his briefcase to the ground. “It is I. Remind me next time Bethany needs a favor that I really don’t care if she tweets out the picture of us kissing, because I will never do anything for that witch ever again.”

He staggered to the sofa and collapsed onto it, face first. He heard Adam laughing. He rolled his head and saw Adam sitting on the coffee table, comfortably manspreading. God he smelled delicious. Like dinner and Alpha and warm and cozy. Julian closed his eyes. There was no beating the delicious musk of a healthy Alpha.

“You say that every time but you know you don’t mean it. Beth is a sweetheart and only has your best interest in mind. And we both know she’d never reveal her secret stash of Adlian ship pictures.”

Julian snorted. “What a dumb ship name. And stash? I was only aware of the one drunken mistake you swear up and down never happened.”

“I’m man enough to admit that we locked lips. But yes, it’s just the one kiss. The rest are of us sitting next to each other which she finds precious and domestic.” Adam replied.

Julian pouted. “Why won’t you love meee?” He asked plaintively, only 99% teasingly.

“Because I like my men about two weight categories above where you’re clocking in,” Adam reminded him, standing. “If you ever weight over 225 in solid muscle, let me know. Then we’ll talk.”

Julian sighed dramatically, rolling back off the couch. “It’s not my fault I’m a lean, mean, sex-having machine. I can guarantee that my sleek frame can take yours in a bed fight.”

Adam glanced over his shoulder at where Julian was leaning against the entryway between the kitchen and the living room. His gaze slid down Julian’s frame, and he broke out in goosebumps. Then Adam shrugged. Shrugged. Infuriating man. He turned back to the pot he was stirring. “I’m sure you could, but it’d be a short fight since we’d only have one sword between us.”

“Adam, you are a horrible person and I hate you.” Julian declared, going over to the cabinets to get out dishes.

“I have chocolate cake in the fridge.”

“Adam, you are glorious person and I love you,” Julian replied, grinning cheekily.

Adam laughed, and turned off the stove. “Pasta night. So, Mr. Alpha-whore, how was your first night with an Omega?”

Julian sat down, watching as Adam grabbed the dishes and ladled generous amounts of spaghetti into them. “Unexpected. I really did not expect to get hard, that’s for sure. But he’s a sweetheart.”

“I got that impression. Mostly, I’m just super happy that he had a response. It seems like the kids gone his whole life thinking he’s some kind of freak.” Adam said, setting down the bowls piled high with pasta and drenched in sauce.

Julian nodded slowly, twirling a fork in his pasta. “Yeah, same. He’s so pretty. He’ll have no issue finding a hot Alpha boyfriend.” He stabbed the pasta a little, not meeting Adam’s gaze.

Adam made a hesitant sound, and Julian looked up. Adam was looking thoughtfully at the saltshaker. “You know, I’ve often read that Omegas that go into Heat late, especially ones that started as an Unconfirmed, they are more likely to seek same Rank partners. Because they find Alpha musk too strong.”

Julian frowned. “How does that work?”

“Imagine you spend your whole life in a sewer system. You notice the strong smells at first, but you gradually become use to them, and it just fades into the background. Now imagine that you fall into the sewer after being in a kind of vacuum void. Everything will be too much all at once. You remember what it was like the first time you smelled Alpha, right?” He looked at Julian pointedly. Julian wrinkled his nose. He had a point. Adam continued. “So, odds are, Oliver is going to gravitate to same Rank relationships, because we both know that like-Rank smells comforting.”

Julian paused with his fork half way to his mouth. “Really? Even for Alphas?”

Adam nodded. “Yup. Alpha musk smells nice and woodsy. It’s comforting. Like a log cabin. It’s a biological advantage, kind of like your body telling you that you’re safe with your kind, sort of. But yeah, each Rank smells comforting to each other, which is why reactions are so strong to other Ranks. It’s why Alphas like Omegas so much. Because that sweetness is so different and enticing. And why Omegas like Alphas. It’s one thing that makes sure that we keep reproducing, the scent compatibility.”

Julian nodded thoughtfully, slurping down a noodle. He swallowed and said, “You’re such a fucking nerd.”

Adam barked a laugh, kicking out at him under the table. “Shut up, asshole. You’re worse than me, with your little Robert Frost onesie.”

Julian opened his mouth, but really, there was no come back for that one. He stood, going to the fridge. “Anyway, I heard that there was cake.”

“There is cake. Did you give Oliver your number?”

Julian froze, hand on the cake box. Fuck. “I did not, actually. How against HIPPA would it be for you to slip it to me on the DL?” He asked, pulling the cake out.

“Very. Oh well. Maybe it’s one of those one-night things. After all,” Adam turned the faucet on, rinsing out the bowls, “you are a self-declared Alpha-whore.”

Julian shut the fridge. That’s right. He loves Alpha cock. He loves everything Alpha. Except for their overbearing possessiveness, which was so different from Ollie’s sweet earnestness and sincerity. Damn it.

He scrubbed his face, turning back to bring the cake to the living room so he and Adam could watch TV. Not that it mattered anyway. What were the chances of them ever meeting again?

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Ollie adjusted his face mask, leg vibrating anxiously. He was back at school after a solid week of being horny and sick. While he wasn’t sick anymore, everything was still too much. Everything smelled. It wasn’t like a bad smell, it was just overpowering. His family was being great with their Scent Blockers, and like most of the population would be on Scent Blockers, but even then, after a lifetime of watered-down scents, it was overwhelming.

Taking one last breath, he got out of his car, grabbing his bag. He shouldered it, and strode towards the Quad where his friends always hung out between classes. He saw Jax’s bright hair first. He’d apparently dyed it a shocking electric blue in the time between when Ollie had last seen him.

“Oi! Ollie! Damn, man it’s good to see you!” He shouted, standing up on the benches the group was gathered at.

Ollie smiled, remembered his mask, and opted for jazz hands instead. He slid onto the benches next to Avril, a pretty Alpha with purple hair and black clothes. She was built like an Amazonian warrior, and mixed with her fashion choices, she was downright intimidating. She smiled at him, reaching out to poke at the mask. “Damn, Omega, huh? Shit, guess I gotta pay up then,” she grumbled good naturedly.

Her boyfriend Ty, an Omega, and Benji, also Omega, high-fived in capitalistic glee as she grudgingly pulled out her wallet, sliding money over the table. Benji grabbed the money, flipping through it, then passed half to Ty, who kissed it at Ollie.

“Thanks for making me a rich man. I got a lot of bets to collect today,” Benji crowed, rubbing his hands together gleefully. Benji might be an Omega the size of a Keebler elf, but no one ever made the mistake of underestimating his deviousness twice.

Ollie snorted, shrugging his backpack off his shoulders. “Why is everyone betting on what I was going to be?”

“Honestly, felt like a scam. I mean, a skinny little twink like you? No way you’re an Alpha,” Benji scoffed.

Jax scowled, scoffing. “Excuse you. You can’t Rank people based on body type.”

Benji shot the long and lean Alpha a look, and smirked. “Sorry, Sir Twinksalot. You’re an aberration. Sometimes I wonder if you say you’re Alpha just to be cool.”

Jax was up on the table, dragging Benji by the front of his shirt, his lips curled back in a snarl, his eyes flashing a deep red. “Try me, Omega slut, and we’ll see who’s on their knees,” he growled.

Normally, Jax and Benji’s antics were a source of wry amusement for the group. They’d disliked each other long before they were absorbed into the same friend group, and while they’d mostly gotten past most of their animosity, they still often stepped on each other’s toes. Before his Heat, Ollie wouldn’t have even paid much attention. But now, his skin itched, and he felt hot and jittery. His whole body started to shake and his stomach churned. He gasped a breath, trying to settle his stomach, but it was as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. The Alpha and Omega pheromones swirling around in the air made it thick and heavy and like breathing water vapor. He ripped the mask off, trying to get a lungful of air. In a panic, he reached out, grabbing Avril’s hand. She looked at him, and her eyes went wide.

“Hey, hey guys-” she said, reaching out to tug on Jax’s sleeve.

Ty glanced over at them from where he’d been ignoring Jax and Benji, and his eyes also went wide. He quickly stood, leaned forward and licked Jax’s cheek.

Jax jerked away, letting Benji go as he reached up to wipe his face. “Jesus fuck man, that’s gross,” Jax whined, sending Ty a reproachful glare.

Ty raised a brow at him. “Ollie,” he said shortly.

Jax looked over at Ollie and went pale. In that moment, the choking pheromones were gone, and Ollie sucked in a huge breath. “Oh, God, Ollie, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize, I forgot, I didn’t-” He stumbled over his words, reaching out for Ollie, his face twisted in distress.

Ollie reached out, linking his fingers with Jax on the table. “It’s okay, love. Really. It’s been like this for a couple days. I’ll be fine soon, I promise.”

Avril glared at Benji, who was looking chagrined. “Meanwhile, you two, either fuck or knock it off already,” she snapped.

Benji jerked his attention to Avril, making a disgusted noise. “I will never fuck Jax, thank you. I can behave.” He said primly.

Jax snorted, letting Ollie go after a final squeeze. “Likewise. Anyway, Ollie,” he shifted so he was sitting on the table. “What was your Heat like? You were at this Heat Hotel?”

“Yeah, my Endocrinologist suggested it. Temptations. I went into Heat the second the Alpha whipped it out.” Ollie replied, his lips quirking up in a grin.

Benji cackled, slapping his hand on the table. “Oh my God! Was that all it took? Shit man, we should’ve just had Jax whip it out and save you all the trouble. Damn.” He wheezed, and Jax rolled his eyes.

Ty leaned forward, elbowing Benji out of the way. “Who cares about Jax’s dick, sorry buddy. The real question is: how good did you get dicked down over the weekend?” He smirked at Ollie.

Avril reached out, smacking his arm. “Nosy, he doesn’t have to tell you.” She chided. She turned to Ollie, laying a hand on his arm. “He does, however, have to tell me.”

Ollie laughed, rubbing the back of his head shyly. “Um, technically, the Alpha didn’t uh, dick me down,” he murmured, tracing a pattern on the table.

Waking up to a knocking on the door and an empty bed had been horrible. But Juls’s note had helped a lot, as did the text he’d sent Ollie’s mom. Ollie had the note pinned to his mirror. It wasn’t much, but it meant so much to him. He’d said that Ollie had been amazing, that he’d felt so good. That he would’ve stayed. He’d also included a long list of Omega products that Ollie would want to get. The only thing he hadn’t left was a number. That had sucked, a lot actually. Especially since now that Ollie was mostly over his Heat, he had been fully intending on finding Juls and having the older Omega pound him into the nearest flat surface.

“That sounds suspiciously like someone else dicked you down, babe,” Avril commented, raising her pierced brow, a gleam in her eyes.

“Ollie, did you know that we can now smell when you’re feeling aroused?” Benji asked conversationally, leaning forwards, his eyes shining with mischief.

Ollie turned bright red, pressing a hand to his Scent Gland. “You shouldn’t, I took Scent Blockers.”

“Fresh off Heat makes Omegas really, really scentful. Trust me.” Jax informed him.

“So, Ollie, what happened?” Ty asked, grinning.

Ollie took a deep breath. “Um, there was, maybe, an Older Omega who…took care of me? While I was going through Heat?” He hedged, suddenly fascinated with the table.

“Oh my God, you lucky bitch!” Benji exclaimed, standing. “Do you know how much Daddy Omega First Heat porn I watch?”

Ollie snorted. “Uh, no, I didn’t. Thanks for that. And he wasn’t Daddy, he was just…” he trailed off, smiling a little at the memory of exactly what Juls had been.

“Damn, Ollie, you crushing on him hard!” Ty teased.

“Two Omegas, huh? Who topped then?” Jax joked, and Ollie flushed redder.

Benji rolled his eyes. “Just because we make Slick doesn’t make us the bottoms by default, you prick.” He shot at him. He grinned as he looked back at Ollie. “All the same, welcome to the Bottom Boys Club!” He high-fived Ty and reached out for Ollie to high-five him.

Ollie did it, and kept Benji’s hand, suddenly needing skin contact. He looked at Ty, curious. “Bottom Boys? But…” he trailed off, glancing at Avril.

Ty smirked at him. “I happen to love it when my Alpha girlfriend pegs me, for your information.”

Avril smirked, then checked her phone. “And on that note, we gotta get to class. Come on, baby.” She stood, and grabbed her bag. She dropped a kiss on Ollie’s temple. “I’m glad you’re safe and you had fun, honey. That’s all that matters.”

Ollie nodded, smiling up at her. She nodded at Benji, then grabbed Ty’s hand as he rounded the table. The height difference was almost comical, but they made a sweet couple.

After they left, Ollie looked back at Benji, who was looking at him with interest. “What?” He asked, frowning at him.

“We should be Heat buddies.” Benji said, grinning at him.

Ollie was pretty sure he hadn’t flushed this much since his Heat. He let go of Benji’s hand. “Um, is that like, when we, uh-”

“Fuck like bunnies while in Heat, yeah. Or even better, I can take you to an Omega orgy.”

Ollie paled. “Those are a thing?” He asked skeptically.

Jax nodded. “Yeah, different sex clubs host them once a month. You gotta sign up a month in advanced, though. It’s usually like fifteen to twenty Omegas. Though,” he paused thoughtfully, “there’s this one club in Haven that has like this Heat Convention.”

Ollie and Benji stared at him, Ollie with shock, Benji with sudden fascination. “And how does an Alpha he-man know about Heat Con?” Benji asked, narrowing his eyes at Jax.

Jax shifted a little uncomfortably under Benji’s scrutiny. “I, uh. Had a partner who was like an organizer for Heat Con?” The question mark in his voice made Ollie suspicious, but he shrugged it off. Jax’s life was his.

“Anyway, Benji, thanks for the offer, but I kinda want to find my Omega first?” He smiled at Benji, who nodded.

“Sure thing, babe. If Alphas bother you and you need an extra pair of hands, let me know, okay?” His alarm chirped, and he grimaced. “And that’s my cue to go to class. Bye, lover. Shove a dick up your ass, Twinksalot.” Sticking his tongue out at Jax and winking at Ollie, he left, leaving Jax and Ollie alone at the table.

Ollie smiled up at Jax. “Hi,” he said, reaching a hand out, taking Jax’s hand again.

“Hey, baby. You okay? I really am sorry about earlier. Benji just really gets under my skin.” Jax pulled a face.

Ollie waved a hand at him. “Yeah, I know. It’s been a whole deal. I nearly passed out when James came in after going to the gym. I’m just like super sensitive right now. That’s all.”

Jax nodded, and they faded into silence. Ollie glanced up at Jax, smiling a little. Jax was his best friend. He’d never really had a crush on him, per se. He’d felt warm around him, sure, but nothing like the all-consuming heat he’d felt with Juls. If he hadn’t met Juls, Ollie was curious if he’d feel stronger about Jax. Certainly, Jax had expressed gentle interest in him over the years. But honestly, their comfortable relationship was really good. They loved each other, and that was it.

“Do you think I’m an idiot for wanting to find Juls?” He blurted out, making Jax turn his head, blinking at him.

He thought for a long moment. “No, I don’t think so. You do what feels good for you. What makes you happy. And I can tell your Juls makes you happy.” He hesitated, then slid onto the bench next to Ollie. “Can I?” He asked, tapping his own Scent Gland.

Ollie nodded, tilting his head back. Jax leaned in, nuzzling Ollie’s neck. It sent a weird spark along Ollie’s spine. Jax inhaled deeply, then leaned back, laughing. “Damn, you smell good. And definitely Omega.”

Ollie snorted, standing and grabbing his phone. “I should hope so. Otherwise, I purged the wrong organ.” The purging that followed Heat was the worst thing in the world and that’s all Ollie had to say on the matter.

Jax laughed, grabbing his own bag. He slung his arm over Ollie’s shoulder as Ollie put his face mask back on. “Fair enough. You got class?”

“Yeah. I’m behind, but at least the prof accepted Heat as an acceptable reason for missing class.”

“Sweet. Oh, hey, I need to drop a paper off later. Wanna come with?”

Ollie slid a look at Jax as they walked across the quad. “Would this be the stupid hot professor you’ve been trying to get me to see for the last six weeks?” He teased.

Jax grinned. “Maybe. And now that you can actually appreciate that this man smells like sin and sex, it’s perfect.”

Ollie thought about it. “Fine, whatever. Wanna come home and have movie night tonight?”

“Just me or the gang?”

“Just you, I wanna blow you,” Ollie deadpanned and Jax laughed so hard he doubled over.

“Damn, way to make a man feel wanted. I’ll text the group chat.” Jax pulled his phone out.

“And Benji,” Ollie warned.

Jax rolled his eyes. “Just because I don’t understand why we hang out with the tiny monster doesn’t mean I’ll deprive the rest of you of his delightful company.”

Ollie laughed, and waved to Jax as he branched off to go to his own class. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked, soaking in the warmth of the sunshine. He sighed. If only he’d gotten Juls’s phone number. Would he have been brave enough to ask him on a date? What if Juls said no? What if he’d only helped Ollie because of the situation?

Ollie shook his head, pushing open the auditorium door. He didn’t need to torture himself with these thoughts. He didn’t have Juls’s number, and the odds of them meeting again were slim to none. Juls had probably already forgotten him, anyway. It was one night. One glorious, amazing night that Ollie would remember forever. That’s all it could be.

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Julian groaned as he heard his alarm go off. Damn it. He had been having such a nice dream, too. Sitting up, he dragged his fingers through his hair, staring at the wall across from him. He was sitting in a puddle of Slick with a massive hard-on, so the type of dream was obvious. But who was he dreaming about?

He squinted into middle space, lazily stroking himself through his briefs. Soft skin, bright eyes, pink lips, sweet scent. Julian’s hand faltered. Sweet scent? Why the hell was he dreaming about Omegas? Ollie had really fucked with his head if he was dreaming about them. He needed an Alpha, stat.

He got up, throwing his door open. Adam looked up from where he was on the couch. Julian stared hard at him, running his gaze over Adam’s crisp shirt, rolled back on his forearms, his gentle dusting of body hair, the darkening of stubble on his cheeks. The thick, heady musk of Alpha. Everything that Julian usually wanted. He looked down at his cock and saw that it had softened from fully hard to semi, and he groaned, slamming the door shut again. Damn it.

“Julian? You okay?” Adam asked, knocking on the door.

Julian ripped the door open again and said, “Adam, I need to get laid.”

Adam raised a brow. “What else is new? Also, you have a class in thirty minutes.”

Julian glanced at the clock, and cursed. “Damn it! Why are you here, anyway? I’m the bum, not you.”

“They’re doing electrical and plumbing work at the office.” Adam leaned in the doorway, watching as Julian riffled through his closet for clothes.

Julian grabbed jeans and a nice button up shirt, tossing them to the edge of the bed. He shucked off his wet boxers, grabbing a new pair from the dresser. He looked over and saw that Adam was still watching him. “Sir, are you planning on doing more than watching my ass?” He asked.

Adam snorted. “No, though objectively, it’s a very nice one.”

“Thanks. Out. I’m grumpy.” Julian walked over, prodding Adam out of his room.

“You’re always grumpy. I’ll make coffee.”

The door closed and Julian grabbed the jeans, hopping into them. He buttoned them slowly, glaring into space. Why was he getting all hot and bothered over Omegas? It had been over a week since he had hooked up with that baby Omega. Why couldn’t he get him out of his head? He was never going to see Ollie again. And even if he did, why would he want to? Ollie was cute, sure. But all his life, Julian had been attracted to Alphas and Alphas only. A few Betas because Julian liked snuggling up to warm bodies that smell like fresh laundry and spring. But never an Omega. Actually, as nice as Omegas smelled, they had always been a little sickly to Julian, both their sweet scents mixing together and making this choking, cloying scent. But why then, had he liked Ollie’s scent so much?

Frustrated and finally dressed, he yanked the door open again. He shoved his feet into his shoes and stomped into the kitchen, where Adam was just finishing up making a stack of waffles. He slid the plate and a cup of coffee to Julian. “Eat. You’re going to scare your students.” He said mildly.

Julian grabbed a waffle and shoved it in his mouth. “I had a sex dream about an Omega, and it annoys me.” He said around his mouthful.

Adam leaned forward, propping his chin on his hands. “Why?”

“Because I’ve always liked Alphas, so it’s weird.”

Adam considered this as Julian poured coffee down his throat. “Well, I’m not sure what you want to hear. But, I can tell you that I kind of get it. I’m attracted to Alphas.”

Julian snorted. “I know this,” he pointed out, then shoved another waffle in his mouth.

Adam shrugged. “It’s just one of those things, I think, that we’re taught to have different Rank relationships, so finding yourself attracted to same-Rank is unnerving. Feels like you’re an aberration. But you aren’t. You like what you like, society be damned.”

Julian pointed his mug at him. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re six foot and built like a tank. I’m a twink, at best.” He frowned. “Am I still a twink? Oh God, is there an age limit?”

“I think you could be fifty and still qualify as a twink, babe. But you’re not listening. Me liking Alphas isn’t easier or harder than you liking Omegas. It just is what it is. Stop thinking about whether you should or shouldn’t and just think about what makes you feel good.”

Julian had a sudden, powerful memory of the sounds Ollie made as Julian drank his Slick. Jesus Christ. Rimming an Alpha had never been that good. He swallowed the last of the waffles and stood. “Well, I’ll think about it when I can have a boner and not look like a creep. Ciao, darling. You staying in tonight?”

Adam raised his eyebrows. “When have I ever done otherwise?”

Julian grabbed his teaching bag and pointed his laser pointer at Adam. “I’m not the only one who needs to get laid, apparently. This weekend, you and me. We’re going to get some ass.”

“I bottom.”

Julian closed his eyes. “Adam, please don’t give me a boner right now, these jeans are too tight. Bye.”

“Bye, babe. Drive safe!” Adam said cheerfully, as if he hadn’t just given Julian shower material for a week.

Julian grumbled, taking the steps two at a time. Thank God he lived close to campus, or else he’d be toast. Sliding behind the wheel, he threw it in reverse and got going.

As he drove, his mind drifted back to that night at Temptations. Ollie had been in Heat, so they hadn’t really done much more than touching. He rubbed his neck. Ollie had left a hell of a bruise. When he’d taken a shower that night, he’d been almost surprised by the number of bite marks and scratches that decorated his skin. If it had been any other night, he would’ve assumed he had been well and truly fucked by a hungry Alpha. If that was just a little touching and tasting, what would actual sex with Ollie be like?

Julian blinked, shaking his head. No. No, no, no. None of that. Alpha. Alpha cock, Alpha musk, Alpha on top. Yes. That’s the good stuff.

He parked and hauled ass to the literature building, reaching the door just as it was time for class. His class was already inside and buzzing when he pulled the door open. He grinned at them. “Hello, all! Are we ready for peer-grading?”

The chorus of groans gave him life and he went to the computer, firing it up. “I know, I know. But, hey, less work for me means I can get your grades in faster, huh?” He stuck his USB drive in the slot and pulled up the PowerPoint for that lecture.

The door creaked open, and he blinked. “Sir, if you are going to be late and need to sneak in, may I suggest not having electric blue hair?” He mused, and Jax flushed.

“Sorry, Dr. Faircloth. And it’s temporary, anyway.” He ran a hand through his spiky strands, slipping into the seat next to the Beta he always sat with.

“Well, I hope your tardiness is also temporary. Okay,” he clapped his hands together. “We’ll start with attendance, so Miles, start that off please. And I hope everyone brought their essay drafts in. Oh, and a reminder: anyone wanting to participate in the Literature Fair, please come by my Office Hours to get the application and instructions. We are partnering with a big literature magazine that shall remain nameless until the formal announcement, so it’s a big deal this year.”

The rustle of gossip rippled through the room, and Julian let it as he leaned back against the desk. After a minute, he smiled. “Okay, now, pair off in your usual groups and swap papers. Anyone who didn’t bring their papers, start writing a new one and hand it to me at the end of class.”

A few students groaned, but most of them ducked their heads with their partners, reading intently.

The rest of class went smoothly. Julian dismissed them and checked his phone. He had about thirty minutes until his next lecture. Time for coffee.

“Doc?”

He turned and smiled at Jax, who was shifting from foot to foot. “Yes, Jax?”

“Um, I’d like to participant in the fair, but I was wondering if there was an entry fee?” He asked, his face drawn.

Julian rubbed his jaw, picking up his bag. “There is,” he said slowly. “It’s not much, about twenty dollars. Is that doable for you?”

Jax frowned a little, shuffling his feet. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine.” He chewed his lip, and sighed. “Okay, thanks, Doc. Also, when I’m coming by Office Hours, can I bring a friend with me?”

Julian shrugged, walking out with Jax. “Sure, I don’t mind. Just hope they don’t want to sit,” he joked.

Jax smiled finally. Julian held the door open for him and as Jax passed, Julian caught the very distinctive scent of Alpha. Young Alpha, but Alpha nonetheless. Not that Julian was interested in any of the students he taught, but still. The usual warmth he associated with Alphas was missing, somehow. He sighed, waving off Jax as he went to Starbucks. He needed coffee. And to get absolutely railed by an Alpha, ASAP.

Chapter Text

Ollie sat on the benches, scrolling through his phone. Jax had messaged him that his last class was running late, but he’d still be coming. Ollie sighed, rubbing behind his ear where the mask strap was starting to hurt. It’d been a long day. If he hadn’t already agreed to pizza and movie night with the rest, he might’ve gone home and crashed. But he didn’t know if he was really tired or just overwhelmed.

“Ollie!”

Ollie looked up and smiled as Jax raised a hand. He slid off the table and trotted over. Jax looped an arm around Ollie and grinned down at him. “Hey. Wait long?”

Ollie shook his head. “Nah. Just a few minutes. This paper thing won’t take long, will it?”

Jax shrugged. “Shouldn’t. It’s just Doc giving me the application form and shit. I’m only bringing you because Doc is hot as fuck.”

Ollie snorted. “My standards have been raised considerably so we’ll have to see,” he teased.

Jax shook his head, reaching out to open the Literature Building. “No matter how high your standards, Doc exceeds them. Damn, you should’ve seen him this morning. He looked deliciously rumpled.”

Ollie looked at him skeptically. “I thought you only dated younger?” He asked, following as Jax shouldered open another door.

Jax shrugged. “I date what I can date, bang what I can bang. Do I have a type? Sure. I don’t let it define me, though. Doc is delicious and I’m standing by that.”

Ollie snorted. “I guess. If he’s half as hot as Juls, then maybe this trip will be worth it. Who’s going to be ordering the pizza?”

“Avril and Ty are bringing it. Bitchface will be bringing beer.” Jax replied, stopping in front of a hallway that swung around, the walls lined with offices.

Ollie rolled his eyes. “Y’all need to grow up.”

“He started it. Hey, Doc. Knock, knock!” Jax went ahead of Ollie, tapping his knuckles on a door that was cracked open.

“Oh, hey Jax. You know, when I said Office Hours, I didn’t mean the last thirty seconds of them.”

“Aw, come on, I’m here aren’t I? Do you need the money first or?” Jax unslung his back, rifling through it. “Ollie, did I have my wallet this morning? Ollie?”

Jax looked up at Ollie, who was standing frozen in the hallway, his eyes huge. He rapidly shook his head, stepping back. There was no way. Absolutely no fucking way.

Jax frowned at him. “Ollie? You good? What’s wrong?” He stepped forward, and Ollie could only stare at the door.

Like some nightmare/dream, the door creaked open, and Juls, his Juls, stepped out. Ollie saw the progression on his face. The concern for Jax, the confusion as his gaze kept travelling, the shock as he spotted Ollie. The horror as realization set in. Fuck.

Stomach churning, Ollie forced a smile. “Sorry, I’m just a little sensitive to scents in closed spaces. You have your wallet. It’s in the pencil pouch.” He said, ripping his gaze from Juls’s horrified one to look at Jax.

Jax unzipped the pouch in question and brandished the wall triumphantly. “Ah ha! Thanks. Oh yeah, Doc. This is my friend Ollie. Ollie, this is Doc. Doc, ignore the mask, Ollie just went into Heat over the weekend.” He stepped around Juls, going into the office, oblivious to the tension swirling in the hallway.

Juls forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Pleasure, Ollie. Sorry to hear about your Heat. Those are always rough.” His fingers tightened on the doorjamb until they were white. Ollie felt sick as all of his sweet reunion fantasies went up in smoke. Juls was sickened to see him. The caring, sweet, thoughtful Juls Ollie had wanted to find and fall in love with was horrified that Ollie was here.

“Thanks. It wasn’t so bad, really. Just surprising.” Ollie managed after a beat too long.

Juls nodded. “Are you one of mine? I don’t think I recognize you from the building.” He said casually. As if he hadn’t had his tongue shoved up Ollie’s ass six days ago. As if he didn’t know where every single one of Ollie’s freckles were. As if Ollie didn’t know that Juls had a small scar on his left bicep and a flower shaped birthmark on his right hip.

Ollie had to leave or he’d start crying. “Uh, no. Not a lit major or anything. History major. And I filled my lit requirements Freshman year.”

Juls did relax a little, but he still held himself tightly, as if he was afraid Ollie would jump him. “Ah, I see. That’s interesting. You can come in, though I’m afraid Jax is sitting in the only chair.”

Ollie shook his head. “Nah, I gotta go. I have stuff to do. Um, nice meeting you. See you around.”

“Oh, hey, you’re leaving? This will only be a minute.” Jax popped back out of the office.

Ollie tugged his mask off, trying to ignore the familiar scent of Juls. “Yeah, I have to do some stuff before movie night. I’ll see you there.” With a glance at Juls, Ollie made an impulse decision. He leaned forward, tugging Jax’s shirt, pulling him close. Jax wrapped his arms around him, and Ollie buried his face in Jax’s shirt, breathing in the comforting Alpha scent of his friend. He’d have to explain himself later, but he needed to do something, anything, that could overpower the heady scent of Juls.

Jax petted his head, and released him. “Okay, Ollie. See you then.” He cupped Ollie’s cheek and leaned down to brush a kiss against Ollie’s lips. His first kiss. The one he had wanted with Juls.

Ollie smiled up at him as Jax pulled away. He shot Juls a glance and saw his face was closed. The urge to flip him off was painful, so he just shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away.

He managed to get to the stairwell before the first tear slid down his cheek. Followed by another, then another. On the first floor now, he slammed into the nearest bathroom, not caring if it was the men’s or not. The door swung back so hard it nearly bounced off the rubber stop and hit him in the face. Ollie went to the sink, grasping the cold countertop.

He couldn’t breathe. His chest was too tight, and everything hurt. He squeezed his eyes closed, unable to look at himself. What a fucking idiot he’d been. Thinking that it had meant anything. He had been in a fucking Heat Hotel. Juls had been there to have an Alpha fuck him and had been sidetracked by a pathetic little Omega who’d never had a Heat before. He was just being nice. Him leaving in the morning without waking him should have been a clue. Him not leaving his number should have been a warning sign. But Ollie hadn’t listened. Had refused to think that someone would hold him when he threw up and turn around and licked every inch of Ollie’s body was someone who hadn’t cared. He was so stupid.

Bile rose in his throat and he ripped his mask off and whirled around, dashing into the closest stall. His stomach heaved, but nothing came out. Everything clenched and hurt and he gasped for air as he sobbed.  

“Ollie,”

The soft voice made him freeze, bile resurging. It was like a nightmare. Like déjà vu from hell. Here he was, vomiting and crying in a bathroom, and all he could hear was his heartbeat and Juls’s voice.

“Go away,” Ollie rasped, shifting, slamming the stall door shut.

He heard footsteps coming closer, and he flinched. He’d just cut off his only avenue of escape. He stood, hitting the lever with his foot, leaning back against the door.

“Ollie.”

“Don’t say my name. You don’t get to say my name like that, like you care,” Ollie spat out, closing his eyes.

“I do care, Ollie. Believe me.”

Ollie closed his eyes. Juls’s voice was so gentle. So sweet. “Really? Then why did you look at me like I was your worst nightmare?” He hated that his voice broke.

Juls was silent for a long moment. “Because when I saw you with Jax, I was terrified that you were one of my students.”

“Why would that matter?” Ollie demanded.

“Because if you were one of my students, I wouldn’t be able to see you again.”

Ollie’s breath caught, and he carefully unlocked the stall door, peering out suspiciously at Juls. Damn the man for being so gorgeous. Even in his rumpled lit professor clothes, he was still the same gorgeous Juls he’d been a week ago.

“Would that have mattered?” He asked, widening the stall door a little more.

Juls reached out, startling Ollie as he pushed the door open, slipped in, and slammed the lock into place. He reached up, loosening his tie while reaching for Ollie. Ollie went to him, unable to do anything else. He pressed his face into Juls’s chest, breathing in his sweet, comforting scent. Everything else had been choking or cloying, overwhelming. Juls smelled like coming home. He gasped in relief, burrowing his face into Juls’s neck.

He felt Juls’s warm, wet tongue pressing against his Scent Gland and his whole body shivered. He felt Juls lick up his neck, and felt his lips, soft on his ear, whisper, “Absolutely.”

Ollie felt a smile start forming as he reached a tentative tongue out to Juls’s neck, his hands tightening on Juls’s shirt. “Good.” He murmured, and tipped his head back, offering his throat to Juls.

Chapter Text

Some part of Julian’s brain knew that this was probably not the best idea in the world. But that part had lost rights when sensibility and logic had led him to seeing Jax kiss Ollie. Julian liked Jax. The young Alpha was good company. But damn if he hadn’t wanted to rip Jax off of Ollie and throw him out the nearest window.

He had nearly gone out of his skin in the time it took for Ollie to leave looking like Julian had slapped him and when Jax had left. He’d dashed out, praying that Ollie hadn’t gone far. His nose had led him to the first-floor men’s room. God, Ollie smelled like heaven. Sweet, warm, a little like baked goods. Julian just wanted to wallow in his scent.

As Ollie tipped his head back, Julian bent his head, sliding his tongue along Ollie’s soft, creamy skin. He sucked on Ollie’s Adam’s Apple, tonguing the pulse point fluttering in his neck. He dragged lips, tongue, and teeth along Ollie’s throat, rubbing his stubble along Ollie’s skin, listening to him moan at the erotic scrape. He could feel Ollie’s fingers clenching his waist, his legs shifting side to side as if not sure to wrap around Julian or not.

Julian decided to take the lead and he hefted Ollie into his arms, swallowing his gasp as he kissed him. They hadn’t kissed the entire time they had been together last time. Julian had done that on purpose; it was one thing to rub one out during a Heat, it was something completely different to do something as intimate as tangling their tongues, their breath.

He licked into Ollie’s mouth, savoring the warm heat. Ollie tasted like coffee and something sweet. Julian sucked on his lips, his tongue, while Ollie moaned and shivered against him. Reaching down, he pressed Ollie’s leg closer, encouraging him to really wrap his legs around Julian’s waist.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured, breaking away from Ollie’s sinful mouth for air.

Ollie’s face was flushed pink, his gaze hooded with lust. He sucked his kiss swollen bottom lip into his mouth, rolling it out as he bit it. Julian’s breath caught as he rocked forward. This was all him, and Ollie. No Heat. It was exhilarating.

“Touch me, Juls. I’ve felt so empty without you inside me,” Ollie said, and Julian’s knees nearly went out from under him. Jesus Fuck. Where had this shy little Omega learned to flirt so well?

He leaned in, sucking on Ollie’s Scent Gland. “Yours or mine?” He asked, smirking against Ollie’s neck.

Ollie gasped, rocking against Julian, closing his eyes. “I want to taste you. Please, Juls.”

Well then. Julian let go of Ollie’s legs, spinning him, dropping the boy’s jeans in a quick, practiced motion. Not that he made a habit of debauching students in the school bathroom. Sometimes circumstances did not allow for much maneuvering room, so it really paid to be able to navigate in close quarters. It’d be easier if they were having sex and taking up almost the same space. But no. Julian refused to take Ollie on the stall wall of a bathroom. For the first time at least. Future quickies? Absolutely.

He reached around, taking Ollie’s cock in his hand. They both moaned at the contact. He tugged gently as his other hand fumbled with his belt and zip. He got them open and shimmied his jeans down. Thank God for jeans. If he’d worn slacks this would not go as well. Plus, cum stains were a bitch to get out of wool.

He moved his hand off of Ollie’s cock, and closed his eyes as he slid his hand into the warm, inviting heat of Ollie’s ass. His fingers stroked up and down his crack, loving that his hand was already coated in Ollie’s Slick. Ollie made an impatient noise that made Slick threaten to drip down his legs and shoved his ass back. Julian laughed softly, leaning forward to kiss Ollie’s hair.

Then he circled Ollie’s entrance, tested it gently, then slipped two fingers inside. Ollie made a keening noise that Julian would be thinking about in the shower for months, and rocked against Julian, fucking himself on Julian’s fingers. Julian leaned forward, sucking on Ollie’s skin, licking his Scent Gland, his teeth catching on Ollie’s earlobe. They both panted harshly in unison as Julian built up a rhythm.

He reached back, slipping his hand into his own underwear, teasing his own hole while his fingers eased in and out of Ollie’s tight, soft channel. It felt almost too good to be real. He added in a third finger and Ollie’s breathing sped up, his hips rocking harder, his hand slipping off the stall wall to wrap around his own cock as he jerked himself. Julian propped his chin on Ollie’s shoulder, looking down at Ollie touching himself in time to Julian fucking him with his fingers. If the angle had been a little different, he could have finger fucked himself too, but for now, he settled with scooping Slick onto his fingers and bringing his hand around to feed it to Ollie.

“Open for me, baby,” he purred in Ollie’s ear, watching as his Slick and Ollie’s drool dripped down onto Ollie’s hand that was still wrapped around his cock. He now had his fingers in both Ollie’s mouth and hole, fucking them in an alternating rhythm that had Ollie thrusting hard into his own hand. Fucking hell. He was going to come just from finger fucking this baby Omega. There was nothing he could do about it either. There was no way he’d give up the wet heat of Ollie’s mouth, his tongue slippery and curling around Julian’s fingers in an obscene way. And fuck if he was going to pull his fingers out of Ollie’s now gaping, wet hole that took his fingers so well, Julian was dying to see how well it took a cock.

He sped up, fucking Ollie on both ends even harder, and he leaned his forehead against the back of his head, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of Ollie getting closer. He could feel it. It felt so fucking good. He could really get used to this.

With one last thrust, he felt it. After spending hours memorizing Ollie’s body, he knew exactly when he tipped over. Julian spun Ollie around, dropping to his knees and sealing his lips over Ollie’s cock as he came. He felt Ollie fist his fingers through his hair, and that was it for him. He came in his pants like a damn teenager, and he wasn’t even sorry.

He swallowed the last of Ollie’s release, and stood, pulling Ollie’s pants up, tucking him away. He risked a glance at Ollie, and nearly came all over again at the little smirk of satisfaction that curled his pretty pink lips, drool and Slick stringing from his mouth, his gaze hooded and gleaming. He was an Omega well and truly sated. Jesus Christ. He’d done that. Him. Julian, an Omega, had given another Omega that fucked-out, blissed-out expression. Damn.

He leaned in, licking the drool and Slick off of Ollie’s face before sucking his lips in for another kiss. Ollie kissed him back sweetly, softly, and Julian’s head spun.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much do I smell like sex?” Ollie murmured against his lips, and Julian had to smile.

“Ten, baby. It’s a good smell on you.” He answered, leaning to lick at Ollie’s Scent Gland.

“I’m not involved with Jax. I wanted to make you jealous.” Ollie said, and Julian looked up. Ollie looked so serious suddenly, his blue eyes thoughtful as he stared at Julian.

Julian sighed, pushing his fingers through Ollie’s thick gold curls. “I figured.” He fell silent a moment, then smirked. “It worked.”

Ollie smiled again, this one softer and Julian felt it like a kick to the chest. Ollie had no business smiling like that after being fucked in a bathroom stall. He leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against Julian’s cheek. “I’m glad you still wanted me, Juls. I’ll see you around campus.”

With that, he slipped out of the stall, leaning Julian feeling a little off kilter. He’d just fucked a baby Omega in the Literature Building bathroom and come in his pants. The cooling cum was sticky and gross in his underwear, but Julian couldn’t bring himself to care. There were bigger things on his mind. Such as what the actual fuck was he doing?

Chapter Text

Ollie sat in his car outside of his house, staring into space. The others were already here, making him the last to arrive. Ollie knew that the second he walked through the door, everyone would know. Maybe his nose was extra sensitive, but really, how could anybody not be within ten feet of him and know that he had gotten absolutely dicked down? By Jax’s hot professor crush no less. Who was the mysterious older Omega who he’d hooked up with in a Heat Hotel. It all was starting to sound a little too fantastical to be real.

Ollie worried his lip, shifting his weight on his slightly sore ass. Worth it though. And of course, with his clenching, fluttering hole still recovering from Juls stretching it wide, Ollie was desperate to know what it would feel like to have Juls pound into him. If he’d wanted sex with Juls before, this afternoon had turned it from a curiosity to a burning need.

Of course, nothing could really happen so long as he sat in his car like a coward. He pulled his phone out, and shot a text to James: You at the house?

He only had to wait a minute for the reply. Yea. Your friends are here eating all the food they brought. Wru?

Outside…can you bring me a change of clothes? I kinda…got laid?

Ollie flushed pink as the three bubbles popped up and then away several times. He jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on the car door. He rolled it down, and James stood there, smirking. “Baby brother not so baby, huh?” He asked, passing Ollie jeans, underwear, and a hoodie.

“Shut up,” Ollie muttered, climbing into the back of his car to change. James opened to driver side, slipping in as Ollie hauled off his jeans.

“Male or female?”

“Male.”

“Nice. Gay?”

Ollie thought about it as he balled his dirty underwear and jeans into a crumpled mess. “Probably? I don’t know. I’m still too sensitive to really explore different scents. So too early to tell, but it’s highly likely.”

James nodded slowly. “Cool. I’m bi myself, so if you need any advice or supplies, ask me, okay?”

Ollie nodded. He propped his elbows on the two front seats. “Okay, all changed. How much do I smell like sex?”

James turned his head, sniffing deeply, closing his eyes. He cracked one open, frowning. “None, actually. You smell super strongly of Omega, though. But I’m not getting any sex.”

Ollie raised an eyebrow. “If I had had sex with an Omega, would that explain it?”

James’s eyes widened. Then he gave Ollie a wicked grin. “Getting yourself a little Omega on Omega action, huh? That’s hot. Most Omegas don’t play well with others.”

Ollie frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah. Like they like how each other smells and everything and it’s nice during Heats, but most of the time when you put two Omegas together, their aroused Scents are too cloying to really get into it. Like trying to fuck in the middle of a cotton candy machine. It’s about the pH balance, I think. Like Omegas and Alphas mix and draw out the different layers of each other’s scent.”

Ollie thought about that. He’d never noticed Juls’s scent being anything other than delicious and mouthwatering. Everything about Juls was perfect. He felt warm, safe, comforting. “Maybe I just imprinted,” he joked, and James snorted.

“Maybe. To each their own. I like mine Beta or Omega, but I can appreciate another Alpha. But damn if it doesn’t get a little overpowering to have two Alphas in the same room when aroused.” He checked his watch. “Hey, get in there before the tiny mouthy one calls the police.”

Ollie snorted and hopped out of the car, James trailing behind him. Ollie paused at the door, looking at James. He grinned, and held his fist out to bump. “You’re awesome, you know that?”

James grinned, bumping his fist. “Same, babe. I’ll order more pizza. Pretty sure the tiny one ate it all.”

Ollie laughed, pushing the door open. He was instantly greeted by loud voices yelling greeting. Suddenly his arms were full of Benji, who’d thrown himself into Ollie’s arms. “He lives! Bitch, why didn’t you answer any of my texts?” He demanded.

Ollie laughed as James slipped around him to go to the kitchen. “I was busy. Professor held me back.” He pulled Benji off him, his gaze, finding Jax, who was looking at him carefully. “How did you meeting with Doc go?”

Jax smiled. “Good. Got my application, paid my fee. The deadline is in a month, so looking forward to it.”

Ollie moved into the room, trying to ignore the fact that Benji had fallen silent. Benji, who had been the closest to Ollie. Who had a shockingly sharp sense of smell. He nudged Ty over, and the boy just climbed into Avril’s lap. She laughed and stroked his hair as Ty continued to eat his pizza. “What did the prof want?” He asked around his mouthful.

Ollie shrugged, reaching out for a slice. “Just checking in with me about the assignment. It wasn’t anything fancy. Met him on the way to the parking lot.”

He bit into the cheesy goodness of the pizza and moaned appreciatively. Suddenly, something warm and wet slid up the side of his neck. It was so close to what Juls had been doing less than an hour ago that his skin broke out in goosebumps. He whipped around, and saw Benji frowning at him. He slapped a hand to his neck. “Benji, what the hell?” He asked, panic making his voice crack.

“Why do you smell and taste like another Omega?” Benji asked, eyes narrowing.

Ollie opened his mouth to reply, but Jax beat him to it. “Probably because he came with me to meet, Doc, dumbass. Why do you care, anyway?” Jax scoffed, popping a chip in his mouth.

Benji sneered at Jax. “I don’t care, not really, but it just seems suspicious to me that Ollie is late, and smells like another Omega.”

“Why?” Ty asked, reaching for another slice. “He’s a grown up. If he wants to tell us why, he will. In the meantime, go suck on Jax. Ollie’s obviously taken.”

 Benji and Jax looked at each other in disgust. “That’s disgusting,” Benji pronounced, coming around the sofa, dropping into Ollie’s lap. Ollie shifted his legs to accommodate Benji’s weight. They’d done this thousands of times before, but this time, he could actually smell Benji’s Omega Scent. Cloying. James had said that most Omegas smell comfortable to each other during Heat, but cloying during regular arousal. If that was the standard, why did Benji smell this good? There was nothing cloying about his rich sweet scent. It was the scent of a bakery on a warm summer day, chocolate melting.

Benji looked back at him as the other debated over the movie to watch. He met Ollie’s gaze, and his lips turned up slightly. “I’m sitting on your lap, just so you’re aware of that,” he said softly, quirking an eyebrow at Ollie.

Ollie flushed, and shifted his weight. “Sorry. You smell like chocolate tarts.”

Benji’s gaze darkened. “Let’s put a pin in this for later. And for the record,” he leaned forward, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of Ollie’s ear, “you smell like an entire bakery during the fall. I bet your Slick tastes like pumpkin spice.”

Ollie flushed to the roots of his hair, clearing his throat. Benji got off his lap casually, slouching on the floor. Ollie was glad for the space, honestly. He was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. After being celibate and uninterested most of his life, he was suddenly swamped in propositions, judging by the way Jax was looking at him, the way Benji was leaning his head close to his leg, and the way Juls had acted so sure that they’d do it again soon.

Juls. As the movie that the others had settled on started playing, Ollie felt himself smiling a little. Yes, Benji smelled delicious. Yes, Jax was hot. But Juls…there was something about him. Sitting here, in the dark, surrounded by the warm scents of his friends, he knew what he wanted. Now, the only question was how to get Juls to say yes.

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Julian didn’t even flinch when he heard the door open behind him. He did, however, flinch when Adam flicked the lights on.

“Jesus fuck! Julian, what the actual hell are you doing?” Adam demanded.

Julian looked at him through slitted eyes. “Having a bit of a time of it. If you could turn the lights back off so I can wallow, that’d be appreciated.”

“How about I leave the lights on, make you a cup of tea, and you eat this lovely cheesecake I bought on my way home from work?” Adam suggested as he went into the kitchen, flipping on the lights in there.

Julian got off the couch where he’d been sulking, padding after Adam. “You drive a hard bargain, Dr. Philips.”

Adam set down the container of cheesecake and Julian went over and popped the plastic as Adam moved to bring down two mugs. Julian glanced up as Adam plugged the kettle in. “You do know that storing the mugs a full foot above my head won’t encourage tea drinking behaviors?”

“You drink coffee like you’re replacing fluids. I figured I lost the tea battle years ago. And also we have this thing called a stool. It helps you reach high places.” Adam shot back, rifling through the pantry for his tea stash. Selecting the tea bags he was looking for, he looked up at Julian. “So. Why are you sulking in the dark? And does it have anything to do with the fact that you smell like a Heat Hotel?”

Julian stabbed a fork directly into the cheesecake, shoveling a huge bite into his mouth. “First off, this is my cheesecake now. Second, it is not that bad.”

“I had no illusions of that cheesecake making it past you. And yes, it is that bad. It almost makes me horny for you. What did you get into?” Adam leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms.

Julian sucked on the fork. “How horny for me?” He asked musingly.

Adam rolled his eyes. “Why do you smell like Omega sex, Julian? Don’t tell me-” He broke off, eyes going wide.

Julian looked down at the cheesecake he was destroying. “I may have run into Ollie and finger fucked him in the Literature Building first floor bathroom,” he admitted, digging into the cheesecake. When he risked a glance at Adam, he saw his friend was looking at him with a vague smile on his lips. “What?” He demanded, hackles rising.

Adam shrugged, smirking now. He moved to the kettle, which was starting to whistle. He poured in the hot water, bobbing the tea bags. “Starting to look a little Same-Rank there, love. You know what they say, once an accident, twice a coincidence, three times a pattern?”

Julian ate a mouthful of cheesecake as he considered this. Now that he knew that Ollie was on campus, there were definitely going to be repeat performances. As often as possible. What did that mean for him? He frowned, shifting uncomfortably. He picked up the cheesecake and went to the table, sitting down.

Now that he’d gotten a taste of Ollie again, there was no denying that he liked it. Ollie’s taste alone was mind-blowing. But what really had knocked him on his ass was looking up and seeing the blissed-out expression on Ollie’s delicate features. He was so used to seeing that Alphas, so used to feeling hard muscle as musk made his head spun. Which was so different than Ollie’s sweet smell and sleek body that nestled so perfectly against his. And then there was his overwhelming desire to top Ollie. The desire to slid into Ollie’s tight channel and feel him clench around him while Julian sucked on his Scent Gland, their Slicks running freely together, until it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

He cleared his throat, looking at the cheesecake. He’d never topped in his life, so why was he starting to desire it now? He’d been happy, damn it.

“I don’t think I should see him again.” He said suddenly.

Adam paused as he was fishing the tea bags out. “Why? Because he’s Omega?”

“I’ve liked Alphas my whole life. This is a mistake. A fluke. And I shouldn’t pursue it.” Julian said, though his mouth tasted like ash and his stomach clenched.

Adam came over, sitting down, passing a mug of steaming tea. He looked at Julian for a long moment, considering his words carefully. Finally, he said, “If that’s what you really believe, then I’ll support you. But I don’t want you missing out on something wonderful simply because it’s different. Why are you so against the idea that you’re attracted to an Omega?”

“Because…” Julian trailed off, and swallowed hard. He looked down at the table, taking a deep breath. The memory of Ollie’s soft, sweet, trusting expression came rushing back and he swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Because I’ve never been attracted to them before and if this is a fluke, then I can’t do that to Ollie.” He said softly.

Adam reached out, taking his hand. “It’s okay to not be sure. It’s okay to suddenly find yourself attracted to your same Rank. There’s nothing wrong with you, Julian. Sometimes, all it takes is that one person to make you think ‘huh, maybe I like this,’ and that’s okay.”

Julian looked up at Adam, swallowing harder, his grip on Adam’s hand tighter. “But, all my life I’ve liked Alphas and only Alphas. Like I was supposed to,” he said softly, biting his lip.

“I know. And you liking Omegas now doesn’t mean you suddenly don’t like Alphas. It just means your horizons have grown. And that’s okay. You’re allowed to grow. Your sexuality doesn’t stay fixed forever. It can change and adapt with you as you grow and mature.” Adam rubbed his thumb along the back of Julian’s hand, and chuckled a little. “I was so scared when I first realized that I liked Alphas. Not only did I like men, but Alphas? Could I make my life any harder? At least liking Omega men would have excused me, because I could still get Omegas pregnant. But Alphas are supposed to be the epitome of manliness, the ones who are stronger, better, and all that bullshit. And here I was, in the locker room, scared to death because damn if Alpha musk didn’t get me harder than concrete. It’s terrifying, feeling like you’re a freak. So I know how you’re feeling right now, Juls. I’ve been there. It is scary.” Adam paused, reaching his other hand out to stroke Julian’s cheek. “But it can also be amazing. And that’s what I want you to focus on. How amazing it is to be with someone like you, someone who understands what it’s like to go through Heat or to Slick at really weird times or who smells comforting instead of scintillating. There’s so much comfort to be had in loving a same Rank individual, and I want you to experience that. I want you to let yourself experience that.”

Julian swallowed hard, turning his cheek into Adam’s hand. He realized he was crying. “So much could go wrong, Adam. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Don’t think about the end before it even begins, Juls. Let yourself imagine the possibilities, not the drawbacks. And I’ll be here for you, whatever you decide. I love you.”

Julian smiled wanly, kissing Adam’s palm. “Love you too. Now leave me to my cheesecake. This stuff is obscenely delicious.”

Adam laughed, and stood, grabbing his mug. “I got some work to do anyway. Get some sleep. It’ll be okay.” He kissed Julian’s head and walked out of the kitchen.

Julian sat there, mushing cheesecake, deep in thought.  His phone vibrating pulled him back to the present. He checked it, and answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Dr. Faircloth?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“Hi, this is Loretta from Temptations. I’m calling to let you know that an appointment with one of our top companions has opened up due to a cancellation and we wanted to offer that to you as a thank you. It would be free of charge for the night.”

Julian bit his lip. “When would the appointment be?”

“This weekend. We can keep you scheduled one in two weeks as well. This would be an additional visit to show our appreciation.”

Julian took a deep breath, looking down at his cheesecake. “Sounds good. Send the information to my email on file. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Doctor. We’ll see you this weekend.”

The call ended and Julian stared at the table for a long moment. It wasn’t a betrayal. It wasn’t anything. Because he liked Alpha. Because he wanted this. Because that’s what he’s always wanted. Alpha. He clenched his hand around his phone, and pushed the cheesecake away. He wanted this. One Omega didn’t change anything. It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything.

Adam didn’t get it. He was bigger, stronger, deferred to. Didn’t matter that he liked Same-Rank. That got excused as an eccentricity. But Julian? Male Omegas were already considered aberrations by many. Failed females. Sissies. Weak. Disgusting. Society loved them in the bedroom, but the reality was, society would vastly prefer that Male Omegas didn’t exist at all, outside of their fantasies.

He’d grown used to what they said about Omegas. Learned to laugh at it, even. But what would he do if he started liking Omegas? Could he be able to bear the revulsion? The snide comments, the constant questions about how could two Bottom Feeders fuck? And how could he do that to Ollie? Who was just a baby, really, who didn’t have any idea of what life as a male Omega was like. How could he drag Ollie into a Same-Rank relationship when the boy had barely started figuring out his way around a cock?

He swallowed, rubbing his face roughly. This is how things were supposed to be. Ollie and he, it had been magnetic because it was new, it was different, it was a little bit forbidden. But it wouldn’t last, couldn’t last. So he had to stop it here. For both Ollie, and for himself.

He stood, suddenly exhausted. It didn’t matter that he could still taste Ollie, that he could still feel his warmth. He was going to Temptations on Saturday and get his brain fucked straight. Because that’s what he’d always done. Because he liked Alpha.

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Ollie grinned as he waved off Avril and Ty. Sighing, he closed the door, leaning against it for a minute. He loved his friends and having them over, but tonight, it had felt different. He had lied to them. Not directly, but where he’d normally tell them all about the bathroom encounter, he’d stayed silent. And then there was the shocking attraction when Benji had sat in his lap.

He took a deep breath and went back to the living room. Jax was stacking the pizza boxes and plates, while Benji was passed out on the couch. Jax looked up, and smiled. “Hey. Looks like the little monster is down for the count. Want me to drag him away with the rest of the trash?”

Ollie laughed softly. “Nah. He can stay. You too, if you want. It’s pretty late.”

Jax nodded. “Nah, it’s not too late for me to drive. Guest room all good?” He asked, gesturing to Benji

“Yup. Mom knew y’all were coming over.”

Jax nodded, and leaned down, stacking up the cups they’d used. They fell silent as Ollie stared at the blank TV.

“That was him, huh? Doc was your secret Omega?”

Ollie’s gaze snapped to Jax, who was looking down at the stuff on the table, his shoulders held carefully. Ollie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it was.” He admitted.

“And you did all that to what? Make him jealous?” Jax looked up at him, and Ollie grimaced.

“Not exactly. More like, to show him that he wasn’t special. That “look at me, I’m desirable so it doesn’t matter if you don’t want me,” kinda.” Ollie sighed, propping his elbows on his knees, cupping his chin. “But it worked the same as if I was trying to make him jealous.”

“So that Omega that the mini monster smelled on you?” Jax guessed and Ollie nodded.

“Yeah.” He fell quiet, then looked up at Jax, who was leaning against the mantle, his gaze trained on the fireplace. Ollie got up, and tentatively went over to Jax, grasping the hem of his shirt. “We okay? What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?” He asked, biting his lip.

Jax sighed, straightening, pulling Ollie into a hug. “Sorry. Just in a weird headspace, I guess. I really care about you, and Doc isn’t shy about what he likes, and it just feels weird knowing that y’all are together? I don’t know. I just want you to be safe, Ollie. That’s all. Promise me you’ll be safe?”

Ollie wrapped his arms around Jax’s chest, pressing his face into his shirt. Jax smelled like cedar and citrus and Alpha. It was comforting and alluring, and he felt the answering tug of heat in his gut. But as much as Jax smelled familiar, Juls had smelled like home.

He sighed, tipping his head back, looking up at Jax. “I’ll be safe. I promise.”

Jax smiled softly at him, and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Good. Now help me drag this up to the guest room.” He gestured towards Benji and Ollie stifled a laugh.

He went to the couch and pulled of Benji’s shoes. Then Jax easily hefted the miniscule Omega into his arms. Benji lolled like a doll in Jax’s arms and Jax tightened his grip so that Benji didn’t fall right back out of his arms. Ollie went ahead, opening doors as they went until they reached the upstairs guest room. Jax dropped Benji on the bed roughly. Benji groaned in his sleep and rolled over, curling into a ball.

They looked down at him for a minute before Ollie reached down and pulled the blanket around Benji’s form. “I never understood what happened between you two,” he murmured, looking up at Jax.

Jax sighed, shaking his head. “We met badly and it just snowballed. And I know it was his fault, and he’s a contrarian little shit so he says it’s mine, so.” He shrugged. “It is what it is. What I can tell you is that we both value you all a lot. For me, being friends with you, Avril and Ty has really made a huge difference in my life. So I can set my baggage with him aside for that.” Ollie raised a brow, and Jax grinned. “Mostly set my baggage aside.” He amended, laughing softly.

Ollie smiled, and then took Jax’s hand, leading him out of the room to let Benji sleep it off. He walked with Jax to the door, and as he opened the door, Jax paused. He looked down at Ollie. “I meant what I said. Be safe, Ollie. I care about you.” He said, taking Ollie’s jaw in his hand, his thumb stroking along Ollie’s cheek.

Ollie smiled up at him, and nodded. “I know. Love you. Drive safe.”

Jax sighed, and let go. “You too, baby. Sleep well. Try not to let the gremlin destroy your house.”

Ollie laughed and rolled his eyes. He shut the door and sighed. He looked around his house. It was quiet, almost everyone asleep, or at least in their rooms for the night. Only a few lights were on. He decided to leave them on.

He crossed to the stairs and took them two at a time. He had never been so thankful to have his own bathroom in his room until now. He really did need a shower.

He stripped and went to the bathroom, cranking the water on. He watched the water flowing, and thought about Juls. Jax had said that Juls was clear in what he likes. It didn’t take a genius to know that meant Juls was into Alphas. Just like Ollie was supposed to be. But James said that late blooming Omegas can be drawn to same-Rank scents. Could that all it be? That he liked Juls because he smelled comforting instead of titillating?

He sighed, and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good on his skin. As sexy as it had been, it still felt nice to soak off the Slick that had crusted to his legs. As he soaped off his cock, it throbbed in his hands, reminding him of the way that Juls’s mouth had closed around the tip, how he had sucked his release down like it was his favorite drink.

Ollie bit his lip against a moan as his fingers trailed up and down his length. What would Juls feel like with his lips and tongue wrapped around his cock, his fingers deep inside him? How would it feel to taste Juls, to taste his cum and his Slick and his skin?

His hand tightened and he gasped as his orgasm rushed through him and his Slick ran freely in the water droplets. He still was getting used to the orgasmic high and the feeling of release. He had read in some forums that Omegas after going into Heat would jerk themselves senseless just to revel in the new feeling. He hadn’t. This was actually the first time he’d touched himself since his Heat had ended. Did that mean something? Should he be worried?

He shut the water off and grabbed a towel. He dried himself off quickly and pulled on a pair of sweats. He was about to get into bed when he realized he really should have turned off the DVD player. The screen was on idle so he’d forgotten about it.

Grumbling softly, he padded back out of his room and down the stairs. He paused on the stairs and squinted into the dim light. Something tiny was squatting in front of the TV. Benji.

He descended the rest of the stairs and leaned over the couch back, and Benji twisted around, a water glass poised to his lips. He lowered it, and smiled. “Hey, man. Thanks for letting me crash. I woke up feeling like I’d gargled with Jax’s balls so had to flush the taste out of my mouth. Saw the TV was still on.”

He stood, stretching, and Ollie let his gaze trace over Benji’s body. The trickle of heat he’d felt hugging Jax was nothing like the punch of lust he felt as he inhaled deeply, scenting Benji’s sweet scent over the smell of his Alpha friends.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurted out, and Benji eyed him over his water glass.

He was quiet for a second, and then set down his water glass. He came close, but didn’t go around the couch like Ollie thought. He crawled on the couch, kneeling on it, bringing them about eye level.

Ollie held his breath as Benji reached out, his fingers softly tracing Ollie’s cheek. Then Benji took his face and pulled him into a kiss.

It was hot, scorching lust through Ollie’s veins. Benji’s scent was so sweet, his lips soft and commanding. Ollie gasped into his friend’s mouth, and Benji took advantage of it by slipping his tongue into Ollie’s mouth.

Ollie moaned, clutching at Benji’s waist. They were both shirtless, so it was easy to rub up against him like a cat in heat. It felt so good to feel Benji’s soft, silky smooth skin against his.

He felt Benji tugging him closer and closer, and, in a desperate need for more, Ollie just climbed right over the back of the couch, settling between Benji’s splayed legs. God it felt so good. It felt so right. He thought briefly of the doctor, Adam, who had to have been an Alpha. How would it feel to be pressed against his large chest, utterly swallowed up in his arms? Not nearly as good as it felt to be pressed against Juls, or even Benji.

He broke the kiss, panting, pushing himself up a little so he could look down at Benji.

Benji offered him a little smirk as he reached up to rub the edge of his lips, like he was savoring the taste. “So, not that I’m complaining, but what’s the occasion?” He asked, tucking his arm behind his head, his other hand gently stroking Ollie’s ribs.

“I wanted to know if I had imprinted on Juls or if I actually like other Omegas,” Ollie replied, still a little breathless.

“Mmmhmm. I see. And, what’s the verdict?” Benji teased, as if Ollie’s cock wasn’t jutting into his thigh.

Ollie huffed a breath, easing himself back a little more, shifting so that they were sitting. “I really, really like Omegas,” he confessed, and laughed a little. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Like, I tried imaging it with Jax or hell, even my doctor, but nothing like…this,” he waved his hand between them. He looked up in time to notice Benji’s gaze get dark at the mention of Jax before he adopted a smile.

He shrugged, curling his feet under him, leaning against the back of the couch. “Well, same Rank is the new gay, so kudos to you, babe. I’m Bi-Rank, in case it wasn’t astoundingly obvious.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Ollie, and Ollie’s gaze dropped down to Benji’s very prominent tent. He wet his lips, his gaze tracing over the way the soft cotton of the sweats Benji had grabbed from the guest room supply drawer clung to the outline of his very tantalizing dick.

“We could help each other out, if you’d like. Maybe you need to see if you like Omega cock.” Benji suggested, and that broke the spell.

Ollie looked up, and sighed, reaching out to link fingers with Benji. “As tempting as you are, I think I really want that with Juls, more than anyone else,” he confessed, and Benji shrugged, smiling.

“Fair enough. Hot Daddy Omegas are a tough breed to come across. You better capitalize on that and let me live vicariously,” Benji advised and Ollie snorted. He looked back up at Benji, biting his lip.

“I really like kissing you, though,” he admitted, knowing that his cheeks were bright red.

Benji grinned, and leaned in, kissing him gently on the mouth. “Me too, babe. We can be kissing friends.” He pronounced, and Ollie laughed.

“You’re making shit up, but I guess. Yeah. Kissing friends. Until I sort my shit out with Juls.” He paused, thinking about it. “Or maybe even after,” he admitted, and Benji grinned wickedly.

“That’s my boy. Let’s go to bed. I have a hot Daddy Omega, baby Omega fantasy to lull me to sleep.” He gently slapped Ollie’s thigh and stood, offering his hand.

Ollie took it and Benji pressed another kiss to his mouth. He felt Benji smile against his mouth. “We have got to get you to Heat Con. Swarms of horny Omegas everywhere,” Benji murmured against his lips, and Ollie shivered.

They walked, hand and hand, to the stairs, and Benji sent him off with a playful swat to his ass that made Ollie laugh. As he settled into bed, he stared up at the ceiling. Kissing Benji had definitely been amazing, in more ways than just physical. He now had pretty indisputable proof that he was not only gay but same-Rank attracted. Alphas were hot, obviously, but it was Juls and Benji that nearly made him cream his sweatpants.

He knew from their last encounter that Juls would probably be skittish going forward. If not as a professor than simply as an Omega. And who’s to say he even was same-Rank attracted? What if Ollie was like a novelty? Shiny and new, but once that’d worn off, he’d be back to Alphas.

Ollie rolled over, biting his lip. He’d have to approach the whole dating thing from the side, seduce him. Which would be very hard given that he’d had more sex in this one week than in his entire life.

Suddenly, the perfect plan occurred to him. If he couldn’t face it head on or seduce him, perhaps he could appeal to Juls’s instincts as an educator. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips, and a solid, foolproof plan in the works.

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Julian bounced his leg as he sat on the bed in Temptations. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was here. It felt like a mistake. He closed his eyes, imaging the blush that radiated from the tips of Ollie’s ears to roughly around his lower back. He hadn’t gotten a chance to chase the blush as it swept over Ollie’s gold skin. And now that he’d finally gotten his lips around Ollie’s perfect cock, there wasn’t much more he wanted to do than taste him for hours.

He stood, exhaling sharply. He shouldn’t be here. He couldn’t be here. It was too much. He wanted to go home and drink himself sick and hopefully kill the brain cells that seem to be hell bent on analyzing every moment of the last time he had his hands on Ollie.

He had his hand around the doorknob when the door on the other side of the room opened, signaling that his companion for the night was here.

“Hello, lover. I’m Angel. A bit skittish tonight, are we, baby?” The smooth, rich voice was like velvet and sin, like a caress across his skin even across the room. It was also shockingly familiar.

He spun around, his jaw dropping, all his problems forgotten as a laugh bubbled up in his throat. “Leslie? Oh my God? Is that you?” He demanded, his gaze sweeping along the Alpha who was leaning against the wall.

He was every inch an Alpha, with his sleek muscles, his body sculpted to chiseled perfection. His hair was silky and soft and darker than Julian remembered, hanging down to his shoulders in tousled waves. And now that Julian was really looking, he realized that this was the Alpha from the night he met Ollie.

Leslie pushed off the wall, his face splitting into a grin. “Julian! Damn! You grew up so fucking well!” He said, striding forward.

Julian met him halfway, throwing himself into Leslie’s arms. “God, you look amazing. I haven’t seen you in what, eight years?”

“Try ten; you never visited us after you disappeared into your program,” Leslie corrected, catching Julian in his arms, hoisting him up.

Julian wrapped his arms and legs around his old friend, burying his face in Leslie’s neck. “God, I’ve missed you.” He pulled back, looking around the room then back at Leslie. “How long have you worked here?”

Leslie shrugged and Julian tightened his legs around his waist so he wouldn’t fall. “Couple years. Much better than where I worked before. I like it here. The pay is good and I have fun.”

Julian slid down Leslie, stepping back, his brow furrowing. “You—”

“No.” Leslie cut him off sharply, and Julian flinched, but he nodded.

“Okay. Okay. Why are we standing, let’s sit.” He tugged Leslie’s hand towards the giant bed, and plopped down, patting the space next to him.

Leslie smiled and flopped back. “It’s nice to see you, Juls. What have you been up too?”

“Teaching mostly. Sometimes I get dragged to a conference or a seminar. Do you do dancing too? You always loved dancing.”

Leslie smiled, but it was bittersweet. “Yeah. I have my own act and everything. You should stop by. I do Tuesdays and Thursdays and closing on Saturday.”

“I’ll make time.” Julian promised. He picked at the comforter for a second, then, “Remember the Omega a few weeks ago?”

Leslie grimaced, sitting up. “God. I felt so bad for him. I had no idea what to do. When Elle asked me to help out an Unconfirmed I didn’t really think much past sex.”

Julian exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the prickling of jealousy at the thought of anyone else having sex with Ollie. Ollie wasn’t his. Couldn’t be his. “Yeah. I was the Omega doctor,” he admitted, and Leslie startled, then laughed, shaking his head.

“You sly bitch. Finally got to see my cock, huh?” He teased, and Julian relaxed, laughing.

“Yup. Got the whole set now. Yours and Adam’s.”

He regretted saying anything when he saw the flash of pain in Leslie’s eyes. Leslie’s overly expressive eyes fell to the comforter. “So, you and Adam?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Are really great friends and any dick spotting was purely because we share a bathroom.” Julian promised.

Leslie nodded, and exhaled slowly. “How is he? I haven’t heard from him since…” he trailed off but Julian knew exactly what Leslie was talking about.

“He’s good. Yeah. He’s a doctor. An endocrinologist. That’s how he met Ollie. The Unconfirmed.” Julian supplied when Leslie’s brows drew in confusion.

Leslie nodded thoughtfully. “Elle told me that Ollie was on some sort of fast pass list. You too, actually.” He frowned. “Are he and Elle…”

“You might remember a certain Elliot?” Julian said delicately. He hadn’t ever thought twice about Adam having a little Omega brother one day and an Alpha sister the next. But he realized that some people might not be so open-minded.

Leslie’s eyes widened. “Oh my God? Really? How wonderful for her,” he gushed, his face lightening up. “I always thought there was something familiar but didn’t think too hard about it. Damn. That’s amazing.”

Julian smiled. “Yeah, she was so happy after the last treatment. It had been a long journey. The doctors were an asshole about her surgery, but Adam wasn’t an endocrinologist for nothing.”

Leslie’s face softened. “He’s always done whatever it took for others,” he murmured. They were quiet for a long moment, then Leslie looked up, mischief gleaming in his dark eyes. “So, are we having sex or therapy?” He teased.

Julian laughed, but it felt hollow. If it hadn’t been Leslie, would he have done it? He curled his knees to his chest, dropping his chin on them. “I like another Omega. Ollie.” He blurted out.

Leslie leaned against one of the bedposts. “That must feel weird for you.” He said gently.

“Yeah. I mean, I already deal with all that shit that comes with being an Omega, and now I want to date one? That’s like painting a target on Ollie’s back.”

“Not yours?”

Julian scoffed. “I’ve been called everything horrible. I can take it. By the time you’re my age, it stings, but you’re used to it, you know? But Ollie is a baby Omega. He’s so fresh to the stigmas. He needs an Alpha to shelter him. Take care of him.” Julian trailed off, his chest clenching. It hurt to think about Ollie with anyone else. It hurt to think that he’d discover all the beautiful amazing things about being gay and an Omega without him.

“Sounds like a fellow Omega would do a better job at helping him. Being used to the stigmas and everything,” Leslie pointed out, and Julian cut him a look.

“That maybe so, but what if it turns out this is just exciting and new? What if it’s just the virgin thing?”

“Is it the virgin thing?”

Julian shoved Leslie, and the huge Alpha didn’t even budge, damn him. “Stop trying to help me. I’m complaining and feeling sorry for myself,” he complained, though a smile tugged on his lips.

Leslie scooted closer, pulling Julian into his arms. “Look. Same-Rank is scary. Society might be progressive but there are still residual stigmas associated with Ranks. And I can’t say I know what it’s like to be a male Omega, because I don’t, but I do know what it’s like to be Bi-Rank attracted, and trust me. It can be hell, or it can be amazing. It depends on how much power you give to the judgmental pricks out there.”

Julian looked up at Leslie. “Bi-Rank?” He asked. Leslie gave him a look and the lightbulb went off. “Ah. My bad. And you and Adam are on the same broadband. He literally gave me this same pep talk like a week ago.”

“Did it work?”

“I’m sitting in your lap.” Julian pointed out.

Leslie snorted. “Yeah, sitting, not fucking. Anyway, I can’t tell you what to do with your life, but I can say don’t let this opportunity slip away because you’re too worried about what might happen to let what is happening be beautiful.” Pain entered Leslie’s gaze, and Julian’s heart broke for him.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll think about it. Now what are we going to do for the next,” he checked his watch, “seven hours?”

“You still like horror movies? We got Hulu.” Leslie suggested, and Julian grinned.

“Bad horror movie marathon! Think Temptations stocks movie snacks?” He glanced at the door.

Leslie snorted, standing and going to the room phone. “Baby, you don’t even want to see our storeroom. It’s fucking insane.”

Julian leaned back on the bed while Leslie ordered an ungodly amount of snacks and apparently onesies. Damn. Temptations really did have everything. He closed his eyes, listening to Leslie’s smooth as sin voice, and couldn’t help but wish that it was Ollie’s soft sweet voice. Couldn’t help but wish that he was home with his little Omega ordering take out as they had a night in. Does he like horror movies? What snacks did he eat at movie theaters?

Julian groaned, grabbing a pillow and slamming it on his face. He got it bad, and the worst part was, he was running out of reasons to stay away.

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Ollie adjusted his mask once more, shifting nervously from foot to foot. This made a lot more sense in a semi-drunk infused haze at three in the morning. What if he was making a horrible mistake? What if Juls actually didn’t want him, the bathroom encounter aside?

He bit his lip, his fingers curling around the handle on the Literary Building door. He exhaled. Even if Juls didn’t want to date him in the end, at least there was a good chance of getting him out of his system if he agreed. Right? Ollie had to keep it light, casual. That’s it. He nodded to himself, and took a deep breath.

Pulling open the door to the building, Ollie’s gaze darted to the first-floor bathrooms, his cheeks heating instantly. Oh God. He really hoped no one else had tried to use the bathroom. Not that they’d ever recognize him. He hoped. Oh, fuck, he had a scent now.

Gulping, Ollie pushed that horrible thought from his mind as he went to the stairs. It was only a few floors, and honestly he needed to work off this nervous energy. He felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. Would he even be able to speak once he saw Juls again?

All too soon, he was on the right floor and his bravery stalled out. He edged his mask down a little, taking a deep lungful of air. His head swam with the onslaught of scents that were so powerful they burned his nose. But underneath all that, he could smell it. The scent of home. Juls.

The soft, sweet scent soothed him. It was shocking how it calmed his pounding heart. That made him smile. He could do this.

Moving carefully, just in case that Juls wasn’t alone, Ollie approached the hallway. Juls’s door was cracked open, but he didn’t hear anything. He paused just out of sight of the door, listening. Silence, just the scratch of a pen.

“Ollie, I don’t think you realize how strongly you scent.”

Ollie jumped and sheepishly pushed the door open wider. Juls was sitting at his desk, red pen in hand, his lips curving gently in a soft smile. Ollie stepped in, leaving the door open, and looked around the office. It was covered with books and papers and little literary themed knickknacks. Best of all, it smelled like books and home and Juls.

“What can I do for you, Ollie?” Juls asked after a short silence only broken by the ticking of the clock and the scratch of the pen.

Ollie bit his lip, and sank into one of the chairs across from Juls. He clenched his hands in his lap, and forced his gaze from the desk to Juls’s face. As his gaze met Juls’s, he felt instantly calmed and frenzied. Most importantly, he felt such a strong rush of want that he couldn’t breathe.

Juls’s gaze went lightly gold, and he shifted in his seat. “Perhaps my office might not be the best place for this conversation?” He said, his voice low, pulling at Ollie’s gut, heating his veins. Ollie shifted, trying to ignore the still new sensation of everything suddenly getting damp in his pants. Slick was fun in the moment, but every other time ever it was inconvenient at best, humiliating at worst.

He cleared his throat. “Here’s fine. I just wanted to ask your help with something.” Thank God his voice was steady.

Juls inclined his head, his dark curls shifting, looking so soft that Ollie ached to touch them again. “Oh? What can I help you with?” He said it pleasantly, conversationally, but Ollie knew they were both thinking about all the ways that Juls “helped” him during his Heat. Ollie flushed.

“I was wondering if you could teach me how to be an Omega.”

Juls raised a brow. “Surely you took the Rank courses? Every student does.”

“I did, but it didn’t make sense to me at the time, being Unconfirmed. I have a few friends who are Omegas, but I don’t feel comfortable asking them about…” he trailed off, holding his breath, hoping that Juls would take the bait.

“About…what? The mechanics? Any Google search would answer your questions.”

He was going to be difficult then. Ollie frowned slightly. Fine. Time for the big guns. “I don’t know anything about sex, and I wanted to ask you to help get a better idea of how to please an Alpha.” He said, and was rewarded with the darkening of the gold in Juls’s gaze.

Juls leaned back in his chair, running his tongue over his lips, and Ollie yearned to be able to lean across the desk and suck that clever, sinful tongue into his mouth. “Why me?” He asked finally. Ollie exhaled. Good. It wasn’t an outright no.

“Because we’re already sexually compatible and you know my body and I trust you. Besides, wouldn’t it be safer for me to practice with someone Same-Rank? Trying to experiment with Alphas in my sensitized condition might not go very well.” He paused, and added, deliberately, “I guess I could always ask Jax.”

The sudden flare of heat arousal in the room made Ollie glad that his mask hid his grin. Juls stood, and went around Ollie to close the door. Ollie held still as he heard the flick of the lock. He felt Juls’s warm body lean over him, and he shivered in anticipation.

“I know what you’re doing, and I think you’re a devious little brat,” Juls murmured in his ear. His words were followed by his hot tongue running along the sensitive shell of Ollie’s ear. Ollie bit his lip against a moan.

“I have some conditions, if we’re going to do this…Omega training. Are you listening?” Juls bit the lobe of Ollie’s ear and Ollie let out the tiniest gasp. “If we’re going to do this, we will be doing it my way. Which means, what I say, goes.”

“Yes,” Ollie agreed without hesitation.

“Good boy. Second, keep this between us. It’s in your best interest that no one knows about your involvement with another Omega.”

Ollie’s heart sunk, but he ignored it. Time enough to deal with that later. “I won’t tell anyone.” He promised.

He was rewarded by Juls licking a long stripe up the side of his neck, ending with him sucking on the tender patch of skin behind his ear that made Ollie’s body light up like fireworks. He knew that his Slick was running freely, and debated how he could stand up so that he wouldn’t stain his pants or the chair.

“And lastly, when I say we stop, we stop. What we’re talking about is frowned upon and potentially dangerous. Two Omegas don’t belong together.”

Ollie caught his breath, turning to look up at Juls. “I don’t understand.”

Juls stood, running his fingers through his hair. “Same-Rank attraction is still considered taboo. And you haven’t experienced it yet, but being a male Omega is hard. There are people out there, especially Alphas, who will say horrible, fucked up things to you. I can help you deal with it, but we cannot ever date, Ollie. One Omega is bad enough. Two? It’d be a nightmare. We’d be the butt of every joke, we’ll be subjected to harassment and possibly even violence.”

Ollie felt his heart breaking. He reached out to Juls, his hand trembling. Juls grasped it, his fingers long and warm and comforting. “Juls,” he started, but was cut off by Juls kneeling in front of him, cupping his face. He felt Juls slip off his mask, and suddenly the world came into sharp relief. He turned his face, pressing his nose and mouth into Juls’s wrist. “If you’re just trying to scare me…” he murmured, casting an angry glance at Juls.

“I wish I was, baby. I really do. Things are getting better, but not enough that I want to risk you. Please understand, Ollie. I like you. I really, really like you. But what we have?” Juls broke off, brushing his thumb against Ollie’s cheek, the motion both comforting and heartbreaking. “What we have, what we want, it’s not safe. We’ll have our time together, baby, but it can’t be forever.”

Ollie exhaled, closing his eyes. He knew it would be like this, that Juls would be against it. He knew it. But hearing it was so much more painful than expecting it. But, he had to take the chance. “I don’t know about forever, all I know is that I want you, Juls.” He said softly, risking a glance at Juls’s face. He reached out, tracing a finger along Juls’s cheekbones, marveling at the fine beauty of Juls’s face.

Juls let go of his cheek and took Ollie’s hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “We may be making a mistake, but God help me, I really can’t resist you, baby,” he murmured into Ollie’s skin, then looked up at him. His fingers curled around Ollie’s chin, and he tugged him down into a kiss that felt like a promise and tasted like hope.

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Julian knew that this was a mistake. Knew it with the bone-deep dread of a life lived under scrutiny and under the pain of slurs thrown at him. And yet, nothing could have stopped him from pressing his lips against Ollie’s soft, sweet lips. Stopped him from swallowing each and every one of Ollie’s helpless little murmurs of pleasure. Stopped him from licking at the seam of Ollie’s lips until the boy’s lips parted and gave Julian entry to his warm, wet heat. He greedily licked into Ollie’s mouth, his hand moving from Ollie’s cheek into the boy’s golden curls. He couldn’t remember wanting anyone this much.

He felt Ollie’s fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him closer. Shifting his grasp, Julian scooped Ollie up, swallowing the little gasp he made, and deposited him on the desk. Papers and pens scattered, but Julian didn’t care. The taste of Ollie’s cock was burned into his memory, and he wanted more. He kissed his way along Ollie’s jaw, to his ear, and whispered, “May I taste you, baby?”

Ollie’s breath caught and he nodded, his fingers tightening on Julian’s shirt front. “Please, Juls, I need you,” he murmured breathlessly, and what could Julian do, but give him everything he asked?

His fingers traced down Ollie’s front, going to his jeans. His fingers deftly flicked the button open, and he smiled into Ollie’s hair as he heard the boy gasp. He ran his fingers gently over the warm, soft skin of Ollie’s stomach. He hooked a chair closer with his ankle and sank into it, shifting closer. He pushed up Ollie’s shirt, and pressed his face to Ollie’s stomach, breathing in his skin. Warm, sweet, clean. The softest down covering of hair tickled Julian’s lips, and his opened his mouth to tongue at it, wanting to taste that pure, sweet taste of Ollie’s skin.

He licked back and forth along Ollie’s stomach, dipping his tongue into Ollie’s belly button, making him giggle and moan and gasp. Julian smiled and nuzzled into Ollie’s skin, rubbing his face all over, trying to imprint his scent on Ollie. His fingers curled into the waistband of Ollie’s jeans and underwear, and he tugged, pressing kisses down, chasing the new skin he exposed. Ollie’s happy trail was downy and soft, the hair slightly darker here than the curls on his head. Julian loved it.

Glancing up, Julian felt his heart clench and his balls tingle. Ollie had propped himself up on his elbows, his legs happily splayed to allowed Julian to fit. He had this head thrown back, a rosy flush creeping up his exposed throat. His chest heaved as he panted in pleasure, his lip caught in his teeth.

Surging up, Julian captured his mouth in his, resting his entire weight on Ollie’s body, needing to make him remember later what it felt like to be completely covered, coveted. Ollie met his savage kiss with innocent enthusiasm, nipping back at Julian’s lips, his tongue snaking into Julian’s mouth with surprising dexterity.

Using one hand, Julian reached under Ollie, yanking his pants down by the back, exposing his ass to the cool air of his office, and making it impossible for Julian to ever come in here without remembering how Ollie’s sweet scent filled every corner of his workspace.

As his fingers slid into Ollie’s tight, wet hole, Julian gasped against Ollie’s mouth, and the baby Omega had the fucking audacity to smirk against Julian’s lips. Pulling away, Julian focused his entire attention in getting rid of Ollie’s pants, his sneakers dropping heavily to the floor. Ollie was now bare from the waist down, his legs draped on Julian’s shoulders. He propped himself back up on his elbows, his eyes now a blazing gold with lust.

Julian pulled his fingers out, and stroked Ollie’s hole, his breath catching as it fluttered against his touch. “You Slick so much, baby,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away, watching the sticky strand grow between Ollie’s wetness and his fingers. It finally broke and Julian sucked his fingers, savoring the heavenly taste. Nothing tasted better than Ollie’s arousal. Nothing. He returned his fingers to rub Ollie’s hole, debating if he wanted to drink the pearlescent precum from Ollie’s bright pink tip, or the Slick from Ollie’s perfect dark pink hole.

“Forums say that new Omegas produce the most Slick. To make it easier for sexual exploration and masturbation.”

Julian knew this, everyone did, but somehow, hearing Ollie’s pink lips form the word “masturbation” made his ears burn and his pants grow wet. He looked up from where he had been rubbing Ollie’s hole. “Have you been touching yourself, baby?” He asked, moving his hand up, caressing Ollie’s taint, pulling a moan from him.

Ollie heaved a deep breath. “Sometimes.”

“What do you think about?” Julian asked, cupping Ollie’s balls. Alpha balls were heavy and hairy and always smelled like pure musk. Ollie’s were perfect in Julian’s hand, and when he ducked down to caress the seam with his tongue, the sweetness of Ollie’s scent was almost overpowering. He sucked one into his mouth, and Ollie whined. Julians paused, taking a deep breath through his nose so he didn’t come in his pants from the little keening cry of pleasure. He gave it one last suck, then took the other into his mouth, rolling it a little on his tongue. He could feel Ollie’s hole flutter, and he made a cup with his hand, and he caught the pool of Slick that dripped out of Ollie’s ass. Hmm. Perhaps a towel was in order.

He stood, standing over Ollie, who seemed to have checked out, his cheeks pink with pleasure. “I asked you a question, Ollie,” Julian said softly, and Ollie’s eyes opened. Julian smiled down at him, and gently tipped his cupped hand, letting Ollie’s Slick drip down onto his face. Ollie gasped as the fat, thick droplets of his Slick hit his skin. Julian took advantage of that by feeding Ollie his own Slick, and Ollie sucked greedily.

Julian caught his breath as he felt Ollie’s tongue swirl around his fingers, sucking and lapping, and his cock stood at attention, eager for Ollie to apply those skills elsewhere.

Ollie tipped his head back, letting a string of spit and Slick connect his lips with Julian’s fingers. “I think about you, Juls. I can’t help it. I want you so much. I want you fucking hard into me, Juls. I want to taste you and have you taste me.”

He said it so innocently, with his face smeared with Slick, and Julian felt his brain short circuit. He dove down, and swallowed Ollie’s cock all the way down to the base, Ollie’s soft hair tickling his nose. Julian groaned around it, loving the hard heat of Ollie’s cock in his throat. Alphas were certainly girthier, but Ollie fit so perfectly in his mouth that Julian promptly forgot everything but the way Ollie’s tip leaked down his throat, the way Ollie moaned and gasped, wiggling his hips.

He cupped his hand over Ollie’s hole, slipping his fore and middle finger inside to plug him up, and got down to business. He’d always loved sucked cock. Something about the warmth of the skin and heat of their hardness made it just irresistible. Ollie transcended the experience.

He sucked and licked and his fingers probed and searched. He knew the second he found Ollie’s prostate, because when his fingers brushed against it, Ollie’s entire body tensed, and he felt Ollie pull his legs up, his toes digging into Julian’s skin, before he released with a choked off cry.

Slick, cum, Julian was pretty sure that he had wrung Ollie dry. He swallowed Ollie’s cum in greedy gulps, and in a burst of need, he slipped his entire hand into Ollie’s hole to stroke four fingers against Ollie’s prostate, trying to milk every last drop out of him, as his thumb teased Ollie’s rim. It was so wet and hot inside Ollie, and Julian could feel Ollie’s orgasm clench and spasm around his fingers, Slick dripping down his wrist, his forearm. When Ollie’s cock grew soft, he pulled his hand out of Ollie’s hole, and as Ollie gasped and panted on his desk, he met Ollie’s gaze, and began to clean his fingers, his palms, his arm. God. He’d never get over Ollie’s taste.

Ollie exhaled slowly, pushing himself up on his hands, sliding his legs off Julian’s shoulders, letting them dangle against the desk. He looked ravished, and Julian was particularly proud of himself.

Ollie reached for him, his hands shaking, his eyes gleaming, his lips pulled into a fucked-out smile. Julian went to Ollie happily, dipping his head to kiss him. instead of a kiss, Ollie tilted his head, and caught Julian’s earlobe in his teeth, tugging. Julian shuddered as he felt Ollie lick along his ear before whispering, “Let’s see how much of the lesson I remember, hmm?”

Julian caught his breath as Ollie pushed him into the chair, and slid off the desk to his knees on the carpet. He placed his hands on Julian’s knees, and looked up at him, and looked like such a depraved angel that Julian knew he was in over his head. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.  

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Despite having just cummed his brains out, Ollie was determined not to let this opportunity go to waste. He’d been dreaming of getting Juls’s cock inside him, and even though he didn’t want to do much more than pass out in the heady bubble of pleasure, the thought that he was about to get Juls’s cock in his mouth was enough to give him a second wind.

He looked up at Juls, who nodded, his lids heavy, his gaze gold. Ollie knew his fingers would shake, and Juls might read that as nervous vs boneless bliss, so he just slid his hands up Juls’s thighs, exhaling in pleasure at feeling Juls’s thighs flex under his palms. Juls wasn’t as cut as, say, his doctor or the Alpha companion, but he was solid and gorgeous and everything about him was a siren’s call for Ollie’s hands and tongue.

He reached Juls’s button, and he undid it, and unzipped Juls’s pants. Instantly, he caught scent of Juls. Jesus Christ. He nearly came all over again. He pressed his face against Juls’s briefs, nuzzling the soft cotton, rubbing his cheek against the thick bulge. He felt Juls’s fingers thread into his hair and he sighed happily, loving the feeling of being safe, of being with Juls. He inched his hands up, and curled them around Juls’s briefs, looking up at him. Juls exhaled sharply, and gave a quick nod, and Ollie eased the briefs down.

He stopped as a few inches of skin came in to view, and his breath caught. He leaned in, pressing his lips against Juls’s skin. The Slick on his face, his Slick, was sticky and Ollie couldn’t help but rub his face against Juls’s skin. He kept pulling the briefs down, his lips chasing the fabric. His tongue darted out as he reached Juls’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, loving the feel of the soft, close-cropped hair against his tongue.

He heard a noise and he looked up, and saw that Juls’s gaze was hooded to the point his eyes were nearly closed, his lip caught in his teeth. His hands were grasping the seat arms tightly, so tightly that his knuckles were white. Ollie reached out, taking one hand, brushing kisses along Juls’s knuckles and fingertips. He lifted the hand to his head, and smirked as Juls let out a sharp gasp. But then he moaned as Juls threaded his fingers back into Ollie’s hair. Ollie returned his attention to Juls’s cock, still sheathed in the briefs. But the tip was definitely leaking. Ollie smiled as he reached and rubbed his thumb across the wet spot on the underwear.

Leaning down, Ollie sucked on the wet spot, and moaned in pleasure at Juls’s sweet, salty, musky taste. He worked slowly, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along Juls’s shaft through his briefs, until his underwear was saturated and Juls was panting.

“Ollie,” Juls gritted out through his teeth, “I find myself shocked how quickly you picked up the art of teasing.”

Ollie smiled up at him sweetly. “I seem to recall you trying to direct me to Google. Well, what do you think I’ve been doing since we met?” He asked, peeling Juls’s briefs down all the way, and then pushing Juls’s jeans and briefs down to his ankles. Ollie looked at his thoughtfully, his fingers gently stroking Juls’s calves. He pressed a kiss to the inside of Juls’s knees, and said, “It’s no fair for me to be the only one naked.”

He heard Juls’s low, throaty laugh as he pulled off Juls’s business shoes, tossing them to join his sneakers, and pulling Juls’s pants off the rest of the way. That done, he turned his attention back to Juls, and caught his breath.

Somehow, he’d forgotten how delicious Juls looked naked. His long, lean, strong legs, his soft hair on his legs and the darker hair running from his trimmed pubic hair to his belly button. And his cock. Good God. He held it now, stroking it, his gold gaze meeting Ollie’s with the smug satisfaction of a man who was hot and knew it, too. The smug satisfaction of an Omega.

Ollie caught his breath, looking at Juls, who lazily stroked himself with one hand, the other one loose, relaxed at his side. Ollie wanted that. He wanted that loose easy grace, that effortless seduction. And in that moment, Ollie wanted to strip it away from Juls, to render him to the same, gasping, panting, quivering mess that Juls had made him, wringing him dry with the most intense orgasm of his life.

He reached out, grasping one of Juls’s legs, hefting it up, draping it over his shoulder. He grinned to himself as he saw Juls’s gaze widen. “How’s this? Am I doing it right?” He asked, and Juls flashed him a wicked smile.

“So far, but, maybe you should open me up a little more. You might like what you see,” he purred.

Curious, Ollie curled his fingers around Juls’s hips and tugged him forward gently, and Juls spread his legs, propping his feet on the desk. Any trace of the reserved teacher was gone. This was slutty Juls. This Juls was the one that brought Alphas to their knees and they thanked him for it.  And Ollie loved it. He reached out, placing his hands on the creases where Juls’s thighs met his hips, and gently rubbed his thumbs along the edge of Juls’s ass. At Juls’s gasp, Ollie dug his thumbs into Juls’s soft skin, and spread him open just a bit more, desperate for another taste of Juls’s Slick.

He was in no way prepared for the blue glass stripe that nestled against Juls’s hole. He gasped, his gaze shooting up to where Juls was smiling like a cat with cream. “Is this?” He didn’t know his question, he could barely breathe.

“Like what you see, baby?” Juls murmured, reaching out his free hand to stroke Ollie’s hair. “We might have to get you one, since you Slick so much. It’s a special brand for Omegas.”

Ollie looked back at it, and reached out, running his nail along the glass. It was warm from Juls’s body heat, and it drew him like a moth to a flame. He leaned down, pressing his lips against the glass, then running his tongue up and down the glass. He glanced up at see Juls’s lip was caught in his teeth again, and he wiggled his tongue to the side of it, and flushed with pleasure as he found Juls’s stretched rim and Juls gave a muffled cry.

He reached out, and gently tugged at the glass, and slowly worked it free, his gaze never leaving Juls’s. Finally, the entire toy was out and Ollie was torn between immediately diving into Juls’s fluttering hole and inspecting the toy. He decided the toy first, better to tease Juls with. Looking at it, Ollie’s breath caught. It was covered in Juls’s Slick, and even better, the tip wasn’t solid. It was smooth and curved inwards, and the center of the toy was hollow, and currently, it was filled with Slick.

Ollie looked up at Juls in wonder and lust, his lips dry with want. Juls smiled at him. “As I said, special for Omegas,” he said, reaching down, slipping two fingers inside himself, and dragging his fingers along his stretched rim, which clutched at his fingers, before he pulled his fingers out, and slipped them into his mouth.

Ollie lifted the toy to his mouth, tracing the length with his tongue. God. It was still warm from being inside Juls. As Juls sucked on his fingers, Ollie sucked the toy into his mouth, and then tipped it back. He closed his eyes, unable to resist moaning as the warm, sweet, heavenly taste of Juls’s Slick coated his tongue. He could live on this taste for the rest of his life.

He drained the toy, and, with a tad bit of regret, pressed it back into Juls’s body. Juls had been watching him, but his gaze flashed sharply gold as he inhaled sharply.  Ollie smirked a little, and as Juls was adjusting to the toy again, Ollie licked his Slick slicked lips, and leaned down, and sucked on Juls’s tip, hard.

Juls arched his back, thrusting his cock deeply into Ollie’s mouth. He gagged, but God if that didn’t feel good, being stretched by Juls cock.

“Oh, God, Ollie, I’m sorry, I couldn’t, Christ,” Juls stuttered, panting, trying to pull back. Ollie made a disgruntle sound around his cock, following him, sucking him, wanting Juls to fill him completely. He rocked the toy in and out of Juls’s hole gently, and Juls stopped trying to pull out of Ollie’s throat.

It took a moment before Ollie found a good rhythm of sucking Juls and teasing his hole with the toy. He knew that he probably wasn’t giving Juls the most incredible blow job in the world. It was the first time he had a cock in his mouth after all. But practice makes perfect, and Ollie sincerely hoped that he’d have ample opportunity to learn exactly how Juls liked his cock sucked.

Because as he sucked Juls’s tip, tongued Juls’s slit to catch every drop of precum, swallowed his hard, hot shaft, Ollie felt this euphoria. There was not much gayer than sucking another man’s cock, and there wasn’t much more Same-rank attracted than wallowing in another Omega’s Slick as you yourself were making a bit of mess of your own. Ollie had his heel jammed up against his ass, but he could feel it leaking out around and down his foot.

He let go of the toy and blindly reached for clothing, anything, and his fingers curved around what felt like underwear. He shifted his stance, still sucking at Juls’s tip, and put the underwear between his gushing hole and his foot.

As he shifted to suck gently on one of Juls’s balls, he could hear the change in pitch of Juls’s pants. They were sharper, harsher, and he knew that Juls was about to cum. He took a deep breath through his nose, and took Juls from root to tip into his throat. He pulled the toy out and slipped his hand inside, his fingers searching for that spot that Juls had pressed that made him see stars. He found it just as he swallowed spasmodically around Juls’s cock, his three fingers pressing against it almost incidentally.

And just like that, his mouth was flooded with Juls’s seed, and damn if that wasn’t just as delicious as his Slick. Ollie moaned as he milked Juls, greedily sucking down as much of Juls’s cum as he could before he choked a bit on his cock. He pulled away, and pulled his hand out, bringing it to his lips, tonguing up the Slick that pooled there, before dropping his cum and Slick soaked hand to his own hard cock. Three hard strokes and he moaned, releasing into his hand. Juls reached down, and grabbed his hand, licking off their combined release and Slicks. It was obscene and Ollie loved it.

The office grew quiet as they both panted, sated and relaxed. Finally, with a groan, Juls pushed himself off the chair. He then pulled Ollie to his feet before tugging Ollie up in his arms. Ollie easily wrapped his legs around Juls’s waist and leaned his forehead against his shoulder. Juls petted his back as he used his foot to sort through their clothes.

“The janitors are going to be very suspicious of me.” He said wryly, and Ollie muffled a snort in his shirt.

Juls set him on the edge of the desk, and pulled up Ollie’s underwear back on with such care that Ollie’s breath caught. He watched as Juls dressed again before he pulled on his jeans. He leaned against the desk as Juls propped one hand against the nearest bookshelf to adjust his shoe.

“Juls,” he started, then broke off, hating the sudden vulnerability in his voice.

Juls looked up at him, and then stepped forward, smoothing Ollie’s hair back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I know, baby.” He said softly, cupping Ollie’s face, pressing their foreheads together.

Their breath mingled and Ollie could almost feel Juls’s eyelash fluttering against his. They had shared so much that afternoon, but this…felt different. He curled his fingers around Juls’s wrists.

They stood in silence as the scent of their pleasure slowly faded from the room, and finally, Ollie forced himself to speak. “Will you at least give me you number this time?” He asked, his lips curving in a smile.

Juls laughed softly, and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against Ollie’s lips. “Yes.”

Ollie grabbed a pen from the desk, and scribbled it on a Post-it on Juls’s desk. He shouldered his bag and unlocked the door. He stepped out, looking both ways. He looked over his shoulder and raised a brow. “Same time next week?” He teased.

Juls shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he laughed. “Such a brat,” he sighed, his gaze so soft that Ollie’s heart melted.

They shared one last look, then Ollie tugged his mask back into place, and headed towards the stairs. As he exited the building, he thought about what Juls had said. That this was wrong, that it wasn’t safe. That they couldn’t be together. Ollie tightened his grasp on his backpack strap. He had to find a way to show Juls that it would be okay. That together, they could be enough.

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“Julian!”

Julian squinted into the pulsing club lights, searching for the owner of the voice. Finally, his gaze was pulled by the crazed waving, and he had to grin. Les may look like a bad boy model now, but he was still the same over exuberant puppy of an Alpha he’d been years ago.

Julian worked his way through the crowd to the table where Les was practically on the tabletop trying to get his attention. A slim, bookish man watched him with amusement, sipping his drink. His pale gold/silver hair was a beacon in the club lights, and he lounged on the crush velvet booth seat with studied grace.

He was almost the complete opposite of the tiny, lithe waif who was tugging uselessly on Les’s sleeve, his face flaming red, almost as red as his hair. Everything about that cherry was wound tighter than a Swiss watch, and Julian almost felt bad for him.

He reached the table and was engulfed in Les’s arms, picked up clear off his feet. He buried his face in Les’s neck, and inhaled. God, Alphas smelled so good.

But, strangely, the tingling warmth of Alpha scent didn’t go straight to his cock. It stopped around his stomach and didn’t budge. That was both concerning and a relief. He took pride in his slutty behavior, but for God’s sake, he probably still had drops of Ollie’s Slick on his jeans.

When Les pulled away, Julian suddenly panicked that perhaps the two and a half showers hadn’t been enough to wash off the insanely potent scent of Omega sex. Les’s gaze swept over his face, brows creasing in concern. “Julian, where’s Adam?” He asked, his tone far too measured.

Julian relaxed a little. Good. Okay. This is good. Well, not really. He cleared his throat. “Um, some doctor’s conference. He’s out of state until next week. He sprung it on me this morning.”

Les’s brows snapped together in a frown, and Julian knew that Adam wasn’t fooling anyone. He could still remember the conversation that had happened after Julian had come home from his Temptations appointment.

He and Les had talked for hours, just watching movies and eating way too much junk food. It’d been about one in the morning before he had staggered back into the apartment. Adam had still been awake, nursing a coffee, reading a book on the couch.

Julian had gone over to drape all over him, just to be obnoxious, but Adam had instantly sat bolt upright, his eyes widening, his skin icy pale under his tan.

“Julian, why do you smell like Les?” He’d demanded sharply.

Julian had been shocked that A) Adam apparently still knew Les’s scent so intimately he recognized it immediately, even after all these years, and B) that he was so upset.

He held his hands up. “He was the companion apparently. Angel.”

At that, Adam’s entire body had deflated, and he had sunk so solidly into the couch they’d probably need a crowbar to peel him back off. “I see. I don’t know why I thought…” he cleared his throat. “Anyway, how was he? How is he?”

“Sexy as hell, and still has horrible taste in horror movies. I couldn’t sleep with him,” Julian admitted, leaning against the chair that was adjacent to the sofa. Adam’s head had whipped up at that. Julian smiled ruefully. “This thing with Ollie has fucked my head up too much.”

Adam had nodded slowly, and the resulting silence was so oppressing that Julian almost couldn’t breathe. He saw a lot less of Adam after that. And now this morning, with the sudden conference, after Julian had told him that he was meeting Les for drinks.

He reached out, grasping Les’s shoulder tightly. “I don’t know what happened, but I do know that if anyone can figure it out, it’s you two. Now, who are your friends?” He smiled encouragingly.

Les exhaled sharply, and forced a smile back on his face. He turned, and dragged Julian back to the table. The tiny red head smiled tightly at Julian, while the blond gave him a smile that was almost a smirk. If Julian hadn’t been whacked out of his mind over Ollie, he would definitely want to explore more of that smirk.

“This is Nathan, but we all call him Cherry. For obvious reasons,” Les teased, and Cherry vibrated a little in what might have been a laugh, but Julian wasn’t sure. “And this is Quinn. We used to be coworkers before he got a rich boyfriend.”

Quinn barked a laugh, shaking his head. “Dumbass. Clar isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my boss.”

“Ah, yes, my bad, I always get mixed up between those. Quinn has a rich Daddy who’s the Vice President of a lingerie company.”

Quinn sighed, shaking his head. “You’re an idiot. Besides,” he sipped his drink, then leaned forward in a conspiratorial way, “Clar has a secret boyfriend. Hush hush. Rumor has it that it’s a certain sexy model by the name of H-E-A-R-T.”

Cherry choked on his drink at that, and Julian’s eyes widened. Everyone knew Heart. He was on every magazine, billboard, commercial, his sultry smile tempting even the most rigid of Alphas. Now that was an Alpha Julian would have zero trouble falling into bed with.

He ducked his head to look at the table. Now that he thought about it, Adam aside, nearly all of his Alphas of choice had been the slimmer, sleeker model. His shoulders stiffened and he gripped the nearest drink tightly. He wasn’t thinking about that tonight. He felt Les’s hand on his neck, and looked up with a grin, and joined the toast.

A few hours later, he wasn’t sure how he had ended up making out with Quinn in the restroom, but damn if he didn’t mind. Betas always smelled so yummy. Like sweet, warm laundry. He tongued and mouthed Quinn’s neck, sucking on his Scent Gland, moaning as Quinn dug his fingers into his hair and back. He kissed his way up Quinn’s jaw, then drank in his moans, tonguing his lips before shifting his grip to tighten on Quinn’s hips.

Quinn dropped his head back against the bathroom wall, his lips lifting in that smirk again. The kind of smirk you either had to kiss or punch. Julian bit his lower lip, pulling lightly. He felt Quinn’s hand come up and stroke his cheek. “You know,” he said conversationally, “my apartment is right around the corner.”

“Oh yeah?” Julian murmured, kissing those soft, maddening lips, kissing up his cheekbones to his ear. “My car is across the street.”

Quinn’s hum of approval vibrated in Julian’s chest, and he felt Quinn’s hand slid down the back of his pants, and he moaned into Quinn’s neck as his slim fingers brushed across his entrance before Quinn pulled his hand out. He felt Quinn’s other hand tighten in his hair, pulling him back. Their eyes met as Quinn lazily licked the Slick off his fingers. He closed his eyes in pleasure, then opened them, spearing Julian with a hot, gold gaze. “As tempting as that is, I want a bed for what I’m going to do to you tonight,” he promised, and Julian caught his breath.

He had just leaned in to capture the taste of his Slick on Quinn’s lips when the bathroom door opened, and they both looked over. A tall Alpha instantly filled the room with thick pheromones that shot tingles through Julian’s body. The Alpha was devastatingly handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes and a trim body. And a red gaze that was trained on Quinn, who just rolled his eyes.

“Floris. Fuck off. Bother me on Monday.” Quinn said, pointedly sliding his hands into Julian’s pants.

Floris narrowed his eyes at Quinn, then flashing to Julian. “You were saying you were working late,”

Quinn snorted. “Yeah. I’m working real hard at the moment,” he pulled Julian closer, and Julian felt the hard outline of Quinn’s cock through his tight jeans. He had to stifle a laugh, but Quinn giving him a wink made him bury his face in Quinn’s neck, laughing.

He tipped his lips to Quinn’s ear, and whispered, “As tempting as you are, lover, your cock wasn’t anywhere near this hard for me. I highly recommend jealousy sex.” He pulled away and kissed Quinn as obscenely as possible, and Quinn moaned into his mouth involuntarily.

Then he stepped away, fingers trailing on Quinn’s collarbones. He flashed a wink at Floris, who’s gaze was an interesting blood gold. “All yours, babes.” He said cheerfully, sauntering out of the bathroom.

The door slammed on raised voices and Julian wondered if they’d even make it home. As he rejoined the club floor, he saw Cherry hovering by the bar, his lip caught in his teeth, his cup empty in his hand. Julian went up, tapping his shoulder. Cherry whirled around, hackles up, then lowered as he saw it was Julian. He ventured a smile, and Julian was utterly charmed.

“Hi. Did you lose Quinn?” He asked, eyebrows arching.

Julian laughed. “Yeah. It’s okay though. I’m heading home soon. You?”

Cherry shook his head. “No, I’ll be here a while. Les is my ride and he’s, well,”

They turned to see that Les had gotten up on the dance platform and was wowing the crowd. Julian gave himself a minute to appreciate Les’s hips before he refocused on Cherry. He leaned closer, and said softly, “Alpha’s a good smell on you, Nathan.”

Cherry’s eyes widened and suddenly filled with tears. He pressed a hand against his cheek, gulping a deep breath. “Thanks,” he said shakily, his gaze sparkling.

Julian pulled out his wallet, and fished Adam’s card out. “My friend is an endocrinologist, and he helped his sister with her change. Give him a call if you ever need advice or support.”

Cherry took the card carefully, nodding, his throat working. Then he looked up at Julian, and then launched himself into his arms. Julian caught an armful of tiny Alpha, and hugged him close. He kissed Cherry’s flaming hair, and then set him back down. “Go get your drink. I’ll see you around, okay?”

Cherry nodded, and slid into the crowd by the bar with one last lingering look. Julian sighed, and left, stepping into the cool night air. He sighed again, and turned towards where he parked his car. As he walked down the sidewalk, he was in deep thought. It felt good to kiss Quinn, yes. And Cherry felt good in his arms. But really, what he wanted was a baby Omega with bright blue eyes and gold curls and a wickedly innocent smile.

He rubbed his face, shaking his head. And walked into a solid wall of muscle. He bounced back, and looked up, and a chill stole down his spine. Alphas. Three of them, and their gazes were gold.

“Hey, look what we have here. A little wet bitch.” The brick wall he ran into said, reaching out to grab Julian’s arm. He became suddenly aware that he was sticky with Slick from making out with Quinn.

The other Alpha came closer, grabbing his ass. He fought a flinch. “Yup, nice and juicy. Think his little slut hole can take all of us?”

“Should, Omegas are always such whiny sluts, begging for cock.” The third one said, rubbing his jaw.

“Let go.” Julian said, his voice icy, stronger than he felt. And he knew they could smell it.

The grip on his arm grew harder. “What? The little wet hole is talking back to us? You need to learn some manners,” the Alpha growled, lifting a hand, striking Julian across the face.

He jerked back, pain blooming across his face. But he stood his ground, straightening to meet the Alpha’s leer again. “Let. Go.” He enunciated each syllable.

The Alpha’s gaze glinted red, but before he could do anything, he heard something that made his heart sink. “Julian! Les said you left your wallet!”

He looked over his shoulder as the three Alphas all swivel their gaze to Cherry, who was jogging up.

One of the Alphas smirked. “Aww look. The slop has a little wife. Hey baby, why don’t you find out what it’s like to be with a real man?”

Cherry stopped, his face contorting. “What?”

“Hey, how do two holes have sex anyway?” An Alpha asked, and the other two laughed like he’d told a funny joke.

Julian saw the blood drain from Cherry’s face. That was it. He centered himself and shot off a punch across the chin of the Alpha holding his arm. He dropped like a sack of bricks, and Julian followed up with a kick to the Alpha leering at Cherry, catching him right in the dick. The last one stared, and Julian shoved his elbow into his solar plexus. Then he grabbed Cherry’s hand, dragging him away to his car as the Alphas coughed and wheezed.

“You better watch out, you little cockslut! One day we’ll bend you over and peg that sloppy hole of yours like the little bitch you really are!” One yelled after, cupping his crotch, his face screwed up in pain.

Julian rounded the corner, his ears burning, his fist smarting. It wasn’t anything different than he’d heard all his life. And yet. And yet, it still burned. He beeped his car open and let go of his death grip on Cherry’s hand, and they slid into the dark car interior. He sat there for a long minute, the only sound their harsh breathing and the muffled club bassline. And crying.

He rolled his head, looking at Cherry, who was rubbing his cheeks, his shoulders hunched. And in that moment, all Julian could see was Ollie. Sitting in his car seat, fighting tears, the echoes of those insults digging under his skin as much as he pretended otherwise. And his heart broke. Because there would be nothing he could do to protect him. Because that’s just what it was like, being an Omega.

“Hey, Cherry?” He surprised himself by breaking the silence.

“Yeah?” Cherry sniffed.

“Want a lift?”

Cherry laughed a little. “Not what you were going to say, but yeah. Thanks.”

“Sure.”

Julian started his car, and pulled out of the parking lot. At the next light, he hesitated, then said, “Is it worth it? Being different than what society expects?”

Cherry sighed, sitting deeper into the seat. “Sometimes. And those are the times that matter.” He said finally, and Julian exhaled.

“Yeah. Figures.” He paused, then laughed a little. “I gotta be brave for someone, but I’m so scared it won’t be enough.”

He felt the slim hand on his arm and he looked into Cherry’s beautiful eyes. “Just trying to be brave is pretty amazing. And if this person is someone who you want to be brave for, then it’s okay to be scared. Because bravery is being scared and doing it anyway.”

Julian cracked a smile. He reached over, ruffling Cherry’s hair, making it stick up. “Thanks, Cherry. Let’s get you home.”

The car fell silent except for the odd direction Cherry gave him. Julian stared hard out the windshield, his mind whirling. Ollie already made him want to things he never thought he’d do. What was one more thing?

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Ollie stared up at the apartment building, biting the edge of his phone. It was one pm on a Saturday and Juls had texted him an address, a time, and several lewd emojis. This was the first time they’d done anything that was preplanned and Ollie was both nervous and excited. He had thought that maybe they’d meet another Heat Hotel, or even just a regular one, but this looked like an apartment building. Juls’ apartment building. Surely that meant something?

He exhaled slowly and walked through the double doors. He looked around and saw that the lobby was nice and clean. It had the mail slot wall, and a glass wall on the right showed a gym that wasn’t currently in use. If he strained his eyes, he could just make out the glint of pool water.

Right in front of him though, was another set of doors, glass to follow the overall theme, and they appeared to be locked. Ollie was not entirely sure what to make of it. He walked closer, investigating the door. He tugged experimentally on the door and found that it was indeed locked. How to unlock it, that was the question. Through the door was a courtyard, and through the glare on the glass he could see the tall buildings that rose up, six in total. Juls’ instructions had said Building 4, Unit 543. That made a lot more sense now.

“Excuse me, can I help you?”

Ollie jumped and whirled around. A handsome man with dark hair and uniform looking outfit was standing politely behind him. Ollie smiled, remembered his mask, and made sure to crinkle his eyes enough to convey the expression. “Hi, sorry, I’m visiting a Dr. Faircloth and I’m not sure…?” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

The man, probably a security guard, eyed him up and down and Ollie felt uncomfortable. He knew he probably looked more hobo than student, but he hadn’t really thought he’d run into anyone. He had kind of figured that his clothes would end up on the floor, which was why he’d spent more time prepping himself than his wardrobe. Maybe he should have taken more time. Juls was always so beautifully dressed. Would he be too embarrassed by Ollie?

No. Ollie exhaled. No, Juls had invited him here. He’d seen Ollie looking a hell of a lot worse than a crop top and ripped sweats and beat up Converse.

The security guard tipped his hat back and sighed. “Let’s see if you’re on the list. Come on. You should have stopped at the security office.” He informed Ollie, gesturing him to follow.

Blushing, Ollie followed, and the guard led him out of the little lobby and down the sidewalk, where a guard office was politely placed among the foliage. Not hidden exactly, but more like camouflaged. The guard held the door open and gestured Ollie inside. Ollie hesitated and the guard smiled kindly, and went ahead. He went around the desk and picked up a clipboard. “This is a print out of the guests we’re expecting today. Full name?”

“Oliver St. Claire. Dr. Faircloth. Building Four?” He added helpfully, in case there were other Dr. Fairclothes.

The guard nodded. “I see you. Sign in here, and let me get you a Visitor badge.”

Ollie took the clipboard, signing in his name and the date. The guard came back with a blank keycard dangling from a small, round, black clip.

“Here’s your Visitor card. It only opens lobby door, none of the buildings or facilities. You gotta ring your person from their building and they buzz you up. Remember to return this when you leave, or else it’s a $50 fine. Understand?”

Ollie nodded, clipping the card to his pocket. “Yup. Thank you Mr. …” he trailed off and the guard laughed a little, tipping his hat back a bit.

“You can just call me Ben, Oliver.” He held his hand out and Ollie smiled again, taking it.

“In that case you can call me Ollie. Nice to meet you.” Ollie bit his tongue against saying ‘I hope to see you a lot in the future’ because A) that would be more flirty than he meant it and B) he didn’t know if Juls would invite him back again.

He waved at Ben and walked back to the lobby, now armed with a key card. He waved it in front of the little black pad by the door and a beeping made him start. He pushed the door open and it swung closed again. Ollie looked to his right. Yup, there was the pool. It had a few people swimming or sunbathing. No kids, Ollie noticed with interest.

He walked forward, scanning the building numbers. He spotting the fourth one, right across from him, and went over. He hesitated at the door. Should he call Juls or buzz? Juls had said something of a roommate. What if he buzzed and got the roommate? Was the roommate even here?

He decided to call. He bit his lip, and hit the little phone icon, holding it up to his ear.

“Hello, little one.” Juls purred and Ollie felt his body flush.

“Hi.” He said, somewhat breathlessly. “I’m outside your building?”

“Okay, I’ll buzz you up. I’m in the bathroom… join me when you get here.”

Juls’ voice curled around him like a caress and Ollie was so glad that he’d gotten all prepped. Or else his sweats would be sporting a giant wet spot.

The door buzzed and Ollie’s heart jumped into his throat. “I’ll see you soon,” he promised, and tugged the door open. He glanced at the elevator and decided he didn’t want to wait. He wanted Juls as soon as possible. Ollie pushed the stair door open, taking them a couple at a time.

By the time he reached the fifth floor, he knew his skin was pink tinged from running and his skin was a little damp with sweat and he was so wet with Slick he was clenching his ass hard to make sure the plug he’d put up there didn’t slide right back out.

He paused by the stairwell, taking a few restorative gasps, before setting off to find Juls’ unit. Soon, he was ringing the bell and taking a step back. As he waited, he suddenly remembered. Meet Juls in the bathroom. That meant someone else was probably going to get the door.

Oh fuck, the roommate. And Ollie was clearly here for sex. From the top of his sweat damp curls to the shoes that belonged tossed on the floor. Oh God, oh hell, oh fuck.

And he couldn’t even run. He could hear the faint sounds of footsteps, too heavy to be Juls’, coming closer. Fine. He squared his shoulders, determined to make this last hurtle before Juls bent him over the bathroom counter and-

That thought was cut off as the door was opened and Ollie came face to face with his endocrinologist.

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Julian ran a critical gaze over the bathroom counter. It was all set. All he needed now was one sexed up baby Omega and it’d be perfect.

The doorbell rang right as he thought that and he smiled. He cast a single glance in the mirror and turned, opening the bathroom door. Just as he heard Adam open the door. Oh fuck. He had totally forgot that Ollie and Adam knew each other.

He hurried out of the bathroom, and was met with the most awkward tableau in the world: his long-term Alpha crush was smiling avuncularly at Julian’s brand-new sex fueled obsession, who in turn was staring back with a potent a mix of shock, horror, and mortification on his face.

Clearing his throat, Julian moved between them, tugging Ollie into the apartment while he hip-checked Adam out of it. “Ollie! Glad you found me okay! I’m sure you remember Adam?”

Ollie forced a smile, sticking his hand out. “Yes, I do. Thank you for recommending Temptations, sir. As you can see, it worked.”

In any other instance, Julian would have immediately investigated just how far Ollie’s tomato red blush spread, but he was pretty sure he was just as bad.

Adam smiled at Ollie, his gaze warm. “Yes, Julian has that effect on people,” he joked and Julian was hard-pressed to not drop kick the asshole down the stairs. Adam glanced at Julian, and laughed a little. “Okay, well, I’m going to go…elsewhere. Have fun! Take care, Ollie. Good seeing you again!”

The door closed and Ollie exhaled, turning and burying his face in Julian’s chest, much to Julian’s delight. “God! That was so embarrassing! Here I am, Slick leaking out of my ass, dressed for sex, and your roommate knows my cholesterol count!” He wailed, fists tightening on Julian’s shirt front.

Julian looked down at Ollie, and was momentarily distracted by the scent of clean, sweet sweat and Ollie’s damp curls. “Aren’t you too young for cholesterol?” He blurted.

Ollie looked up at him with a scowl. Anything he was about to say was interrupted as Julian scooped him into his arms and kissed him. Thoroughly. Desperately. God he’d missed Ollie’s taste. As he tangled his fingers in Ollie’s hair, tugging gently, he felt Ollie melt in his arms, his mouth opening on a moan as his head fell back. Julian took full advantage and sucked on Ollie’s little tongue, caressing it with his as the hand not buried in Ollie’s gorgeous curls explored the other Omega’s tight little body.

Julian had seen Ollie both naked and in school clothes. He was now seeing the middle ground between the two, and he was just as much of a fan. Ollie’s pink crop top brought out the gold in his skin and hair, and the baby blue of his eyes. The sweatpants were easily shoved down and-

Julian pulled off Ollie’s mouth as his fingers met bare ass. “Ollie. What are you wearing?” He breathed, letting his fingers cup and knead that perfect little ass.

Ollie dipped his head and sucked on Julian’s exposed collarbone. “I figured I might as well make things easy for you,” he murmured as he licked along Julian’s collarbone before inexplicably sucking on Julian’s Adam’s Apple.

Julian choked on a laugh and a moan and scooped Ollie up into his arms. As he wrapped Ollie’s legs around his waist, he heard Ollie give a pleasured moan, and then something hit the tile floor. He looked around Ollie, and saw a pretty pink plug had slid right out of Ollie’s hole. After a quick investigation, he found that it was still gaping, and he promptly fitted two fingers from each hand inside that warm, wet heat and carried Ollie to the bedroom.

He dropped Ollie on the mattress and he bounced, laughing, his curls fanning on Julian’s pillow obscenely. Ollie propped himself up on his elbows and bit his lip. “I had hoped to surprise you…but looks like I got too excited.” He looked up at Julian through his lashes and Julian’s brain short circuited.

He kicked his door closed, striped off his shirt and shoved his sweatpants down and dove to the bed. He had had a plan, damn it. A lesson plan, if one could call it that. But that was out the window as he spread Ollie’s legs, canted his hips, and ran his tongue hungrily across Ollie’s wet hole. He rubbed his thumb along Ollie’s jockstrap encased cock, which was already straining and wetting the fabric. Just a few more licks. Then he’d get them back on track. Just a few more nibbles and sucks on Ollie’s pink rim that was winking at him and begging Julian to fuck it with his tongue. Just one more mouthful of Ollie’s Slick that he had begun craving at odd hours of the day.

He felt Ollie’s heels dig into his shoulders, his voice breaking as he panted, “Juls, gonna cum!”

He managed to pull himself away, wiping his chin and licking his hand clean. He curled his fingers around Ollie’s jockstrap and tugged it off. Ollie lifted to yank his crop top off but Julian stopped him, taking control of his wrists, pressing them back as he lay over Ollie. “Keep it on. I like it.” He said, before pressing a kiss to Ollie’s temple. Ollie wiggled his hips and Julian’s cock fucking ached.

Keeping one hand on Ollie’s wrists, knowing if the little brat got his hands on him Julian would be sunk, he ran his fingers down Ollie’s side, brushing each rib, before running past his hip before cupping the back of one thigh. He pulled it up, so he was properly cradled between Ollie’s legs.

He pressed their foreheads together, and smiled, kissing Ollie softly. “As much as I want a repeat from my office, I thought we’d try some advanced techniques today,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of Ollie’s lips.

Ollie tipped his chin and sucked Julian’s lower lip between his teeth. “What about a pop quiz? Don’t most teachers give those at the start of class?”

Julian laughed, tightening his grip on Ollie’s thigh. “I figured you’d ace it, so why not try out some new material?” He teased, and just like that, he slowly started rocking against Ollie.

Ollie’s breath caught as Julian centered their hips together, their cocks rubbing against each other. “Ohhhh,” he moaned, arching his hips up, his other leg coming up. Julian ducked his head to lick at Ollie’s Scent Gland. It was sweet and salty and perfect. He let go of Ollie’s wrists to tangle his fingers back in those curls. He pulled Ollie’s head to the side, giving him better access to Ollie’s Scent Gland as he started rocking faster.

Ollie was panting in time to each thrust, his legs slowly moving up to wrap around Julian’s waist. His fingers dug into Julian’s back, his nails pressing into his skin. Julian smiled, and moved his lips to Ollie’s ear. “You like that, baby? Feeling how hard I am for you?” He murmured, and Ollie shuddered, tilting his hips up.

“God, Juls, it feels so good,” he moaned, eyes tightly shut. He caught his lip in his teeth, giving over completely to feeling them rock together.

Julian smirked into Ollie’s hair as he reached down and ran his fingers through his Slick before bringing them up to Ollie’s lips. “Suck for me, baby.”

He pressed his fore and middle fingers into Ollie’s eager mouth, and had to grit his teeth as Ollie’s sinful moan nearly made him explode.

“You taste so good, Juls,” Ollie whimpered, shuddering under Julian’s body. Julian exhaled sharply. There it was, the end of his tether. He reached down between them and took them both in hand. It was easier with two Omega cocks; trying to get a hand around a fat Alpha cock was almost impossible without some help. And it was a good thing he could do it by himself, because Ollie was gone, just a shuddering, moaning mass of sex and Slick.

Julian leaned down to suck hard on the small pink nipples as he squeezed hard on their cocks. Ollie gasped and somehow hiked his legs so far up Julian’s back they were almost draped over his shoulders. Julian took full advantage of this, rising to his knees, thrust hard and fast into his fist and against Ollie’s cock. He leaned down and sucked on Ollie’s Scent Gland, burrowing into the heady smell of sweetness, sweat, and sex.

It didn’t take long for Ollie to explode, his voice louder than it had been and Julian smirked into his neck. His baby Omega was loud and exhalent in his pleasure. Ollie’s warm cum gushed over his hand onto his stomach, and Julian knew he wasn’t far behind. He thrust hard a few times, making Ollie whimper as Julian ground against his oversensitive cock, before he came with a harsh grunt and a garbled moan.

He collapsed on Ollie, panting, his face still buried in that glorious Scent Gland. He could feel Ollie breathing underneath him, his body still curled around his. Then that sweet little pink tongue was licking at his Scent Gland and Julian huffed a laugh.

He pushed off of Ollie then pulled him onto his chest. The sweat damp curls tickled his nose and he hugged Ollie to him tightly, stroking his fingers along his hipbones.

The only sounds for a while was their breathing coming back to normal and the ticking of the clock. After he felt like he could speak without gasping, Julian laughed lightly. “It keeps getting better with you, Ollie. You’re a fast learner.”

Ollie preened at that, snuggling closer. “You’re a good teacher,” he purred, and Julian dropped a kiss to his curls.

Ollie shifted, and pulled himself away. The sharp sting of drying cum sticking them together reminded Julian of his plan. He sat up, rubbing the lightly pinked skin of Ollie’s soft stomach. “Okay, let’s get cleaned up. Come on.”

He hopped out of bed, unashamed of being completely naked. He paused in the doorway, and had the air knocked out of his lungs as he looked at Ollie, still in that damned crop top, standing and stretching, showing off every inch of his gold and toned little body. His cock was soft and sweet and pink and Julian finally got to see that his little lover was a grower. With his pubic hair trimmed short, but not short enough to disguise that Ollie’s didn’t only have curls on his head, and his modest cock and high, tight balls, he looked very much like a young Apollo.

A small sound made Julian blink, snapping him out of his almost trace-like perusal of the younger. He looked up and saw the answering gold in Ollie’s gaze. Ollie crossed over to him, looping his arms around Julian’s neck. “I could get used to you looking at me like that.” He murmured, sucking on Julian’s collarbone.

Julian pulled Ollie completely flush against him, enjoying the soft slide of skin on skin and the gentle abrasion of Ollie’s crop top against his nipples. “Naked is a good look on you.” He replied, ducking down to nibble on Ollie’s ear.

He felt Ollie’s hands begin to wander and he pulled back, laughing a little. “Stop it, you minx. I have a plan here.”

“Mmm, yes sir.” Ollie saluted, but the gold glint in his gaze ruined his attempt at deference.

Julian took Ollie’s hand and led him towards the bathroom. He shut the door behind them as Ollie hopped up on the counter. Julian looked at him up there, legs swinging, for a long moment before sighing. He turned back to the tub, which he’d been letting fill with warm, bubbly water. It was almost done. He bent over to reach the tap handle when he heard the soft padding of feet and then clever fingers spread him wide.

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Ollie glanced at the floor of the bathroom a second before his knees hit the floor. Thick, plushy bathmat. Perfect. He looked back at Juls’ hole, which was winking at him, almost self-consciously. That didn’t stop the swell of Slick and the shuddery exhale as Juls’ head dropped forward. Ollie turned his head, pressing a kiss to first one cheek, then the other, widening Juls a little more as he lick all the way around Juls’ hole without coming into contact with it. It clenched a little, and Ollie got a bit light heading, thinking about how it’d feel to have it clutch at his fingers or tongue, or even…

He shook his head. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, he scolded himself. Instead, he leaned forward, letting his breath puff over Juls’s hole, watching with lowered lids as Slick welled up again, dripping down his taint to his balls. Ollie reached out, rubbing the wet spot, caressing that soft, smooth skin. He lifted it to his lips, sucking his thumb. He closed his eyes. Juls tasted so good. He ducked his head, sucking one ball into his mouth, caressing that soft, warm skin with his tongue as he sucked softly. Juls’ moan echoed in the enclosed bathroom, and Ollie smirked internally. He released the ball and moved to the other one, treating it as gently as the other one.

He alternated, going back and forth until Juls’ balls were glistening with Slick and saliva and Juls’ had pressed his knees against the tub sides, his body hunched over the side, every exhale only just shy of a moan. Ollie was very proud of himself. Juls so easily reduced him to just mindless pleasure, that being able to turn tables on him was too good an opportunity to pass up.

He rubbed his thumb along Juls’ taint, soft strokes that made Juls’ stomach pull concave and his legs to quiver. Then, he leaned in and let his tongue trail over Juls’ wet, warm hole. The first swipe of his tongue and he was an addict. Ignoring his knees, which were starting to ache, Ollie leaned in further, greedily licking and sucking at Juls’ rim, anxious to drink every last drop.

Juls’ Slick was sweet and thick and seemed to taste a little like ginger and citrus. Ollie couldn’t explain it and he really didn’t care. He just wanted to get as much of it in his mouth as he could.

He lifted his hand, slipping a finger in to widen the hole. For a split second, all he could feel was Juls all around him, inside him, warm and soft and heaven. Then the next second, Juls had turned and hauled him up by the scruff of his shirt. He was naked in a second, and in the tub the next, Juls behind him, legs and arms caging him to Juls’ chest. He moaned as he felt Juls thrust his cock up between his legs, the soft, wet cockhead rubbing over his taint, balls, and finally along his own needy cock.

“Squeeze,” Juls panted, pressing against his legs. Ollie obeyed, and everything got a little tighter and he gasped for breath as pleasure shot through him.

Juls slipped his hands down, cupping his ass, and gently fucked between Ollie’s legs, each drag rubbing against him, lighting him up like a pinball machine. The water sloshed, but only a little, because Juls was making only the tiniest of movements, long and slow. Ollie gripped his legs together tighter, his head falling back against Juls’ shoulder.

He felt Juls shift him a little bit, and then he couldn’t help it. He yelled as he felt Juls’ finger enter his hole, and judging by the way Juls’ breathing changed, he was fingering himself as he finger-fucked Ollie into oblivion.

It did not take long as Ollie wrapped his hand around their cocks, squeezing in time with Juls’ strokes. He reached back and pulled Juls’ face to his, their lips crashing together in a mostly kiss. They were both panting too hard for it to actually be a kiss, but they were sharing air and saliva and warmth and it was perfect.

They came together, feeling the other gasp before they kissed and swallowed their moans, their tongues sliding across each other in an imitation of what was happening under the bubbles. Ollie felt Juls’ finger slid out of him, and then Juls wrapped his arms around Ollie, legs lowering, as he gave more attention to their kiss.

Ollie lay against him, boneless and sated, letting himself fall into the kiss. It was slow and wet and sloppy and perfect. He half turned, wrapping both arms around Juls, who hugged him closer, his fingers playing over Ollie’s wet skin as he was helpless not to touch Ollie. Ollie felt the same way. As Juls trailed kisses down his jaw, his neck, to his Scent Gland, Ollie let his head fall back.

He ached for Juls. Everything about him made Ollie’s stomach turn inside out and sideways. It was probably the adrenaline of a first-time lover, but it felt like more. Or at least, it felt like it could be more.

But he wouldn’t think about that now. For now, he was here, in a bathtub, kissing his Omega lover, and everything was right in the world.

A long time later, and a slow orgasm later, Juls finally smacked his ass, his pruned fingers a little ticklish. “Okay, we got to get out. Thoughts on pizza and a movie marathon of my choice?”

Ollie scoffed as he grabbed a thick towel, rubbing on his curls vigorously. “That remains to be seen. What if your movie taste sucks?”

Juls cupped his cheek, pulling him close. “Then I guess you can punish me by giving me blowjobs.” He said casually, but his gaze glittered gold, and Ollie felt his stomach drop in anticipation.

“Deal. Oh, and we should put that Visitor badge on the counter or something.”

“Kevin being a hard ass? That’s a surprise.” Juls let go of his chin, and turned to the mirror to straighten out his hair a little.

Ollie wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped forward, looping his arms around Juls’ waist. “No, someone called Ben. And he wasn’t a hard ass, he was nice.”

Juls looked at him in the mirror, his face unreadable. “Really?” His voice a little flat.

Ollie stuck his tongue out at him. “What? Afraid I’ll get sick of your gorgeous, lean, fit, sexy body and go hop on an Alpha cock like a-mpf!!”

Juls’ tongue down his throat cut him off as he spun around, scooping Ollie back in his arms. Ollie wrapped his legs and arms around Juls, all thoughts of teasing him gone as Juls kneaded his ass through the towel.

Their momentum brought them to the bathroom door, and Ollie heard the doorknob turn before his back was against another wall. His shoulders brushed against a painting that looked kind of expensive, but if Juls didn’t care, he wasn’t about to.

Juls broke the kiss, both of them panting. “You were saying?” He asked, his voice low and growling and fuck if that wasn’t hot.

“Pogostick.” Ollie answered, breathlessly.

Juls narrowed his eyes, but his lips were curling into a smile. “Guess I need to fuck your brains out. Only solution.” He said, fingers trailing from Ollie’s ass up his hips to his ribs.

“I really hate to interrupt, but I think you dropped something.”

Ollie froze at the contrite voice from the foyer. They both looked over to see Adam standing by the butt plug that Ollie had indeed dropped. He was looking bashful and like he was trying to disappear, an impossible feat for a man who was built like Hercules.

He knew without checking that his entire body was blushing, and he thanked God for the towel. Too late he realized that Juls’ entire ass was on display. But Juls just laughed. Eyes glittering with amusement, he held a hand out. “Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. Toss it over.”

To Ollie’s mortification, Adam did indeed bend down, pick up the toy that had been in his ass, and tossed it to Juls, who caught it easily. He eyed the toy, bright pink and made from glass. It was bulbus at the top and tapered down to a nice handle that fit perfectly between his crease. He flicked Ollie a look, and Ollie wasn’t sure, but he was pretty sure he was one second away from combusting from embarrassment.

“We can definitely find a use for this,” he teased, and Ollie thumped his head onto his shoulder with a groan. “Want to join us?”

Ollie’s head was up so fast he nearly slammed it on the wall as he slapped Juls’ arm.

He was saved from committing murder by Adam’s rumbling laugh. “Thanks, but pass. I just came back for my wallet. Carry on.”

Ollie risked a glance at Adam, who grabbed his wallet and gave them a cheery wave, as if they were simply watching a movie instead of being wrapped around each other, Juls holding a plug in the hand he used to wave back.

After the door shut, Juls pulled him off the wall and walked into his bedroom, kicking the door closed. They fell onto the bed, and after a long moment, broke into giggles, and then a full on laughing fit. Ollie flung an arm over his eyes.

“Jesus Christ. I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again.” He grumbled.

He felt Juls slip down his body and he got on his elbows in time for him to see Juls’ wicked grin. “Well, think of it this way. When comes time for your prostate exam, he doesn’t even have to do it. He can just ask me.”

Ollie opened his mouth to inform him that was, in fact, not comforting when Juls slid the plug into place and swallowed his cock. All thoughts left his head as he sighed, and gave up worrying in favor of his lover taking very excellent care of him.

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Monday morning, Ollie was an absolute zombie. And it wasn’t even for a good reason. He’d left Juls’ apartment late, dropping the Visitor’s badge off, went home, and casually opened his messages. Only to be reminded by his history group chat that the midterm was on Monday.

So instead of getting his brains fucked out of him by the most delicious Omega in the world, he had been buried under primary sources and history textbooks. He didn’t even want to think about how he did. There were some dates that had looked familiar, and honestly, he wasn’t quite sure if the French Revolution was indeed a contributing factor to the explosion of commerce during the Industrial Revolution, but that was what he’d argued in his essay, so he was sticking to it.

“Hey, you look like shit.”

He looked up from where he’d been slumped on the table in the quad and was met with a life affirming kiss and coffee cup. He took the coffee Benji offered and sagged into the warmth of his sweet little mouth.

Benji pulled away and dropped down next to him, ruffling his curls. “You look like you are either recovering from a really bad weekend, or a really good one.”

Ollie moaned as the sweetness of the coffee hit his tongue.

“I see how it is. You moan for the coffee and not for me,” Benji teased, and Ollie blushed and shoulder checked him.

“Shut up. And for your information,” he looked down at the cup cradled in his hands, his cheeks probably red enough to stop traffic, “it was a really good one.”

Benji leaned in conspiratorially. “Tell me everything.”

Ollie shook his head, shifting in his seat at his cock got hard thinking about Juls. Then he remembered and grimaced. “I saw my endocrinologist. He’s Juls’ roommate.”

Benji stared at him, then barked surprised laughter. “No fucking way. That’s great. Holy shit, did he see you and Juls or did he see you and Juls?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively over the second see, just in case Ollie missed his meaning.

Ollie flushed, thumping his head back on the table. “Yes,” he groaned, and Benji cackled. He rolled his head, glaring at the other Omega. “Don’t laugh! It was awful!” He pouted.

Benji reached out, stroking a finger on his lips and Ollie rolled them back. “Come on, it’s pretty funny,” he teased, and Ollie huffed.

“What’s funny?” Jax asked, swinging his leg over the opposite bench, cutting Benji a look as he set his bag on the ground.

“Ollie got caught fucking his boytoy by the guy’s roommate.” Benji shot back, and Ollie sat up fast, his face flaming.

He slapped a hand over Benji’s mouth, hissing, “Shut up!”

Jax made a weird noise, and Ollie glanced at him, and saw that his face was a little pale, but he was smiling. “The thing with the Doc going well then, huh?”

Ollie relaxed a little, dropping his hand, shooting Benji one last glare. “Yeah, um, it’s going okay,” he said to his coffee cup, trying to hide his smile.

“I’m glad. Mistaken identities and anonymous rendezvous have the potential to go really poorly.”

Ollie looked up at the bitterness in Jax’s tone, and saw that Benji was staring at him with a deep frown. Jax held his gaze, his expression cold…and for a moment, there was a flash of something. Something that looked a little like pain.

The weird energy continued to fill the silence until it was uncomfortable, and Ollie was relieved to see Ty and Avril heading over, with a shorter red head trailing after them looking shy.

Ty bounced over, hopping up onto the table. “Gentlemen! I hope you had as good a weekend as yours truly did!” With his flushed cheeks and broad grin, there was no doubting his meaning.

Benji grinned at Ty, and pulled Ollie into a sideways hug. “Ollie sure as fuck did,” he purred, then tilted Ollie’s head back, pressing a warm, wet kiss to his lips, his tongue swiping along his lower lip before pulling away.

Ty cracked up, shaking his head as Ollie sputtered and blushed. The red head also was as red as his hair. Ty reached over to high five Ollie. “He got you with the kissing friends thing, huh? We were kissing friends for a while before Avril.”

Before Ollie could pick his jaw off the table top, Avril wrapped her arms around Ty, her lips curved in a mischievous expression. “I don’t know, I could be down watching my bottom bitch make out with other Omegas. Remember that weekend at HeatCon?”

Ty turned red, and he slid Ollie a sly look. “In case you’re curious, that was an Omega Fuckfest staring me, Ollie, and several Con buddies while all our Alphas sat on the sidelines taking bets about who’d come last.”

Ollie turned red, glancing at Benji, who was smirking. “Yup! And Avril placed all her bets on me!” He crowed, and Avril laughed.

“I know my baby, and he does not hold out for long. If I wanted any money to spoil him at the A-O events… well girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” She nuzzled behind Ty’s ear, kissing him there softly. Ty was red, and he rolled his eyes, nudging her with his shoulder.

The three continued to chat about HeatCon and Ollie’s gaze was drawn to Jax, who was watching Benji with an unreadable expression. Which wasn’t anything new…or was it? There had always been something going on between them. Had they been kissing friends too? Ollie looked at Benji, squinting a little. Benji was the type to kiss everyone and leave a path of broken hearts. He didn’t even mean too… he was just so in the moment and fun and sexy that it was easy to get caught up in him. And when he lost interest, he moved on, because he never stayed. That’s just how he was, and that was why he hurt so many people.

Ollie’s revere was broken by the red head who’d followed Ty and Avril, and was now looking very awkward. He turned and smiled at him. “Hi, sorry my friends are barbarians. I’m Ollie, this is Benji and Jax. What’s your name?” He asked, holding his hand out.

The red head flushed, and smiled sweetly. “I’m Cherry. Nice to meet you.” He took Ollie’s hand and his skin was soft and he had the most luscious Scent, like part Alpha, part Omega, resulting in a spicy citrus cinnamon scent that made Ollie want to bury his face in his neck.

“Nice to meet you Cherry,” Ollie said, smiling. He felt Benji’s arm going around his shoulder, and looked up at him, smirking. “Jealous already, lover?” He teased, and Benji snorted.

“Dream on, princess. Hi, I’m Benji. What’s your opinion on sex? Specifically sex with me?” He asked, grinning at Cherry, who turned redder than his hair.

Avril barked out a laugh, reaching over to smack Benji. “Shut up, Benj. Leave the poor baby alone.”

“I-i-t’s fine, and um, thank you for your interest but I-um, am not in a place to explore things with anyone, sexually.” Cherry managed, his cheeks so red Ollie was a little worried.

Benji eyed him speculatively, then smiled, a smile so much gentler than Ollie had ever seen. “Okay, sweetheart,” he said softly, and Cherry’s eyes shone brightly.

Ollie felt like he missed something, but before he could ask, his phone started to ring. Eagerly, he grabbed it out of his pocket, swiping accept before looking at the screen. “Hello?” He said breathlessly, while Benji smirked at him.

“Hi, honey, I was just calling to see if you’d stop by the store on your way home?”

Ollie pulled the phone away from his ear to confirm that yes, it was his mother calling. Tamping down a sigh, he put the phone back to his ear as he scooped his bag, nodding at the others, who were now on about something else. “Hi, Mom. Yeah, what do you need?”

“Wow, way to make me feel special,” Rebeca St. Clair joked at his drop in energy.

Ollie smiled, rolling his eyes. “Sorry. Anyway, what do you need from the store?”

As he walked to the car, he felt someone come up behind him, and hands slipped into his pockets. The warm, sweet Scent of Juls surrounded him, and he glanced up as his mother read off her grocery list. Juls put a finger to his lips, his finger being suspicious before pulling out Ollie’s car keys.

“And maybe get some cucumbers too. I got a whole bunch just last week and your brother chowed through them like no one’s business.”

Ollie flushed as Juls smirked as he beeped open Ollie’s car. He may or may not have been blushing because one such cucumber had disappeared inside him while he had FaceTimed Juls last week.

“Okay, cucumbers, milk, apples, eggs, and bread? Anything else? I can pick up something for dinner,” he managed as he leaned against the side of the car. Juls leaned against him, his gaze hot. Ollie could feel Juls’ cock thickening in his jeans. He looked so good in his teacher clothes. Jesus, how did anyone pay attention.

“No, I think your dad’s grilling up the ribs in the fridge. Oh! That reminds me, grab some paprika. I’m pretty sure we’re out. See you soon, sweetheart.”

“See you soon, Mom. Love you.” Ollie tipped his head back, biting his lip as Juls’ hands slid under the hem of his shirt.

“Love you too, baby. Drive safe.”

His mom hung up, and Ollie felt Juls’ hands slip around his hips and his fingers sneak under the waistband of his jeans. “Hi,” Juls murmured, leaning down to suck on Ollie’s lower lip.

“Hey yourself. Long time no see.” Ollie teased.

“So, I know you have to go get some eggs, but I was just finishing my coffee with another professor and I thought to myself, you know what goes great with coffee?”

“Hmmm?”

Juls opened the SUV’s back door and pushed Ollie back onto the seats. Ollie wriggled back as Juls yanked his pants down as he crawled in after, the door shutting. Juls ducked under Ollie’s jeans that ended up by his calves and sucked one of Ollie’s balls into his mouth. Ollie’s eyes rolled back in his head as Juls released it. “Your Slick. It reminds me of coffee cake.”

And then he proceeded to make Ollie completely forgot his shopping list, Benji and Jax, how tired he was, whether or not the French Revolution and the Industrial Revolution were related. As he sucked and licked and fingered Ollie out of orbit, nothing else mattered except the two of them, right here, right now. If that’s all he’d ever get, was that really so bad?

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Ollie sat in the car, nervously fixing his mask. He somehow kept forgetting that having sex with Juls ended up having him smell so strongly of Omega that it was like he lit a road flare over his head. Hopefully, people would think he was just virile. That thought made him snort so hard he nearly choked as he popped the car door open.

Okay, so it wasn’t as strong now that he wasn’t sitting in the car. The car was probably going to need like eight Febreezes before he stopped getting hard over Juls. He pulled out his phone as he settled his mask firmly on his face. He’d asked his mom to text the list over after Juls had fucked it out of his brain.

As he walked to the Super Store, he paused as a hot wave of Alpha hit him like a brick wall. He glanced over to his right, and sure enough, there were like six Alphas all gathered by the row of movie vending machines. Two were smoking, and one was rocking back and forth on a skateboard. He couldn’t see the faces of the other three as they leaned in the shadows. But all six of them…their Scents were…unpleasant. Not even in the overpowering way he associated with most Alphas. There was something mean about them. Something that made the Omega in him skittish and made his stomach and muscles clench hard.

He held his breath as he passed them, managing, barely, to walk normally. He couldn’t help the sigh of relief when he passed into the store without them so much as glancing at him.

But as the automatic doors closed, one of the smokers’ head whipped over, and Ollie made uncomfortable eye contact with him. His eyes were gold. A little red. His lips were pursed around the cigarette and there was something serpentine about how his gaze traced over Ollie.

Ollie shrugged a shoulder and sent him a two fingered salute, hoping his hands weren’t shaking. The Alpha’s gaze chilled out to a warm brown, and his lips curled up in a bit of a smile, and he nodded back at Ollie before turning back to the Alpha on the skateboard.

Ollie pressed his lips together, his spine tingling as he turned away. Grabbing the handheld basket, he walked towards the dairy and egg section. It wasn’t until he was perusing the spice aisle that his shoulders relaxed and he felt like he could breath again.  

But as he rounded the end of the aisle, hot, almost wet Alpha musk slammed into him like a physical blow. His stomach cramped and he blindly grabbed out for a shelf. His eyes burned as he gasped for air. As his vision cleared, he saw that the group had come into the store. They were joking and laughing, making the other patrons look up. The Alphas in the store frowned at them disapprovingly. Everyone else was determinedly not making eye contact with them. Ollie’s stomach still hurt, but at least he no longer felt like he was choking on Musk.

Clutching his basket, Ollie stiffened his spine and moved to stand in the checkout line. Standing in the bright lights, surrounded by people, Ollie exhaled slowly, smiling at the woman in front of him, who had a toddler in the cart seat. His gaze fell to the baby.

His vision went sparkly with shock as he suddenly realized that he could make one of those. Jesus fucking Christ. He could make a baby now. Well, maybe not now, because his uterus was probably the size of a grape, but still. He would now be able to get pregnant three to four times a year.

His mini panic attack was suddenly interrupted by a large hand coming down on his shoulder. Ollie was not responsible for the ultrasonic squeak he emitted: it was a purely reactionary response.

Whirling around, chest heaving, eyes wide, he came face to face with Ben, who was looking at him in a mix of surprise and fondness.

“Ben, God, you scared me.” Ollie gushed, clutching his chest.

Ben laughed, warm and deep, shoving his hands in his coat pocket. “I noticed. Sorry, I thought you heard me calling your name. James said there was a cute Omega in a mask and I recognized you.”

Ollie frowned, his gaze sliding from Ben to the smoker, who was hanging with the others in the bakery section that was next to the checkout. In the light, James looked less like a threat and more like an artist, with his tattoos, dark clothes, and wavy dark hair. He flashed Ollie another smile, this one somehow warmer than the one from outside. Ollie didn’t trust it.

He looked back at Ben. “I’m surprised you recognized me, the mask is pretty big.” He adjusted the nose brim.

Ben looked at him curiously. “I recognized your Scent.” He said it not quite like it was obvious, but like he really expected Ollie to know what he meant.

Ollie’s cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I uh, I actually only recently had a Heat. I was Unconfirmed until like last month.”

Ben’s jaw dropped. “No way! That must have hurt a lot.” He reached out, rubbing a soothing hand along Ollie’s arm. It felt nice.

“It wasn’t fun. I was lucky I had another Omega to help me through it.” He admitted. He realized he’d been leaning into Ben’s touch and quickly straightened. He glanced at the line and shuffled forwards a bit. “Anyway, how long have you worked at the building? Do you like it?”

Ben shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets again. Ollie saw he had a corded leather bracelet on his wrist. “It’s okay. It’s a job, you know? How about you? You in one of Faircloth’s classes?”

Ollie prayed that his cheeks hadn’t lit up bright enough for Google Earth. “Uh, sort of. He’s got this tutoring thing. Like essay prep or whatever. I was having trouble with a course and he was recommended.” The lies fell all too easily. Because really, they were true. Juls was tutoring him in something he had had difficulties with. It just wasn’t essays. As Ben studied him, Ollie suddenly became very aware that he probably still reeked of sex and Omega.

But Ben just smiled. “Yeah, I can see that. He’s a great guy. Some of the others at the complex are snobby because I’m ‘just a guard,’ you know? Not him. He’s nice.”

Ollie swallowed down the surge of jealousy and nodded seriously. “Yeah, Doc is pretty awesome,” he agreed, hoping he didn’t sound like he’d just been sucking Juls’ cock down his throat.

“Yo! Benny Jet! What’s taking so long???” The skateboarding Alpha draped himself over Ben’s shoulders, his golden brown skin shiny under the lights. His gaze was also more red than brown, and the back of Ollie’s neck prickled.

“You have eyes, Shawny, you can see that our boy has found himself a pretty little Omega.”

Chills broke out over Ollie’s body as he looked over at the Alpha who’d spoken. He was probably one of the ones who had been standing in shadow, but Ollie saw him clearly now. Just as he saw Ben and Shawn stiffen slightly. And no wonder. There was cruelty in this Alpha’s eyes, in his face. He could be handsome, but his features were cut too harshly, his lips set in a permanent smirk.

Unlike the others, his clothes, while casual, were obviously expensive. He held himself like he knew what he was worth and that it was more than anyone else. He stuck his hand out and Ollie grasped it instinctively. He instantly regretted it. It felt like grabbing a snake. His Scent wrapped around Ollie, hot, powerful, smoky, with an almost pungent herby base. It was kind of like vetiver, which Ollie only knew about because James had gone through a very unfortunate phase of cologne mixing when he was younger. And vetiver was always the one that made Ollie feel sick to his stomach.

“Introduce your cutie, Benny. Don’t keep him all to yourself.” The Alpha purred, and before Ollie could do anything, he tugged him closer, pressing his nose to Ollie’s wrist, inhaling deeply. On anyone else it’d be weird, maybe a little flattering, but still kinda weird. With this Alpha, it felt like when a bloodhound was scenting prey.

Ollie slithered his hand out of the Alpha’s grasp, hiding his hand behind his back. “I’m Ollie. Nice to meet you.”

“Ollie, what a sweet name.” The Alpha cocked his head, taking a step closer. His Scent changed, becoming darker and deeper. Ollie had to lock his knees to keep them from trembling. The other Alphas had trailed over, watching curiously. The woman behind him was studiously ignoring it, whisking her items along the conveyer belt like it was a lunge course. He felt trapped.

“Lee, knock it off.” Ben stepped between the Alpha and Ollie, smiling stiffly. He tapped a hand firmly on Lee’s chest, causing him to step back a bit.

Lee’s eyes shot red and flashed to Ben’s face and Ollie couldn’t breathe. For a second the whole store seemed to hold its breath. Then Lee smiled, relaxing. “Sorry, cutie. I see that Ben’s already called dibbs. Come on Benny, let’s let the baby Slime finish checking out.” He turned away, sauntering away.

Ollie frowned. “What’s a Slime?”

Lee looked over his shoulder, flashing a smile that was even colder now. “It’s you, baby. Omegas are sloppy little slime holes.” He rubbed his fingers together and stretched them, and Ollie flushed with anger and embarrassment.

He tipped his chin up, and shot back, “Well, if I’m a sloppy slime hole then you’re a stenchy bucket of bong water.”

For the second time in a matter of minutes, everyone froze as Lee considered him. Then he laughed. Low, deep, and surprised. “I like him, Ben.” He nodded and walked off, taking Shawn with him, who looked back at Ollie with a complex expression.

Ben sighed, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Ollie looked at him. “Your friends suck,” he informed him, his face still hot. The cashier looked at him, then away, and Ollie felt the burn of shame again. Sloppy slime hole. His eyes burned. He paid, Ben standing silently with him the whole time. Ollie was glad for it, even after that. Because Ben’s Scent wasn’t scary. It was warm like a blanket.

He grabbed his bags, and Ben followed him out, walking him to his car. They had to pass the other Alphas again, and Ollie made sure his head was high.

As he got to his car, Ben stood, watching as Ollie unlocked it and got in. “You going to be okay?” He asked softly.

Ollie shook his head and closed the car door. Ben tapped on the window. Ollie cracked it, fighting the burn in his throat.

“What?” He croaked.

Ben hesitated, then said, “I don’t know what it’s like, being an Omega. But I do know that a lot of people say some pretty awful things, and I’m so sorry you had to hear them. Lee knows better, he just likes lording over people.”

His voice was soft, desperate, and Ollie whipped his head around, glaring at him. “Why do you hang out with him then? If you think he’s so awful?” He demanded.

Pain made Ben’s face crumple. He took a sharp breath. “I don’t have anyone else. And he owes me. So I can keep him in check. Trust me. If you’d met him on your own…” he trailed off but Ollie couldn’t help the shudder. Ben didn’t have to finish that sentence. Ollie knew. He never knew before. But now he did. Now he knew what it was like to be afraid.

“I have to go, Ben. Thanks for…stepping in I guess.” He powered the window up again and reversed out of the spot.

Once he was sure that Ben couldn’t see him anymore, he stopped, and pulled out his phone.

It only took two rings. “Baby? Did you get groceries?”

“Mom,” he sobbed, curling up on the seat. “I need you to get me. I didn’t know. I didn’t know, I didn’t understand. Mom.” His voice broke on the last word. “Mom, they called me a sloppy little slime hole. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want to be like this. Why did they call me that? Why?”

“Oh, baby boy, oh sweet heart. Oh. I’ll be there. I’ll bring James. We’ll come get you. Where are you?”

“A block from the store. Mom, I didn’t want this. Why did I have to be an Omega? Why couldn’t I be normal?”

“Oliver St. Clair! You are not abnormal!” He heard her rattling around and James’ deep voice from far away. “You are perfect and exactly who you are supposed to be. That disgusting toad reveals more about himself than you. Don’t you ever say you’re wrong.”

“Okay,” he choked on an inhale. He was shivering and shuddering. “Benji and Ty. They deal with this. Juls. Oh, God, and I didn’t know!! No one told me!!”

“Sweetheart, take a deep breath. Come on, just breathe. And do you want to call that young man of yours?”

“Not right now.” God, he couldn’t even imagine calling Juls. It felt like every prediction he made was coming true. What if he broke up with him because Ollie cried over being called a slime? What if he thought Ollie was too immature?

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. I can hear you overthinking it. James, drive faster, please. And I’m sure your young man would not think any less of you. We almost there, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, okay?”

Ollie nodded, sitting there in the dark, face streaked with tears. Why did it have to be so hard? What did he do to deserve being an Omega? He’d never really paid attention to Ranks before. But now? Now that his eyes had been opened? Would it just be little moments like this for the rest of his life? Just strings of Alphas calling him slimy and a wet sloppy hole? Having to sneak around, because the guy he was falling in love with, was too afraid to be seen together? If that’s all he’d ever get, was that really worth it? Ollie wasn’t sure anymore.

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The only way that his shower would get any better was if there was a short, gold-skinned baby Omega. Julian sighed, scrubbing the back of his head. He hadn’t meant to tackle Ollie into his car that afternoon. It had just…happened.

Ever since his talk with Cherry, Julian had found himself doing a lot of thinking. Especially after that glorious weekend. He’d found himself biting his tongue against asking if Ollie could grab his stuff and just…come back. Hang out. While Julian graded and Ollie did his homework.

He groaned, thumping his head on the cold tile. Look at him. Center City’s renowned Alpha slut being positively domestic over a pair of blue eyes and sweet pink lips. Julian smiled a little, opening his eyes as he looked down at the tub. Nearly every surface in the apartment (sorry Adam) was now marked with the Scent of Ollie, of the memory of how he exhaled when Julian found a good spot or the way his warm skin pressed close to Julian like he was the only one in the world.

Sighing, Julian shut off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel, the one Ollie had used. He hadn’t washed it just yet, and there it was, Ollie’s rich, sweet Scent caught in the terrycloth. Julian had to force himself to not snort the towel as he grabbed his own. He couldn’t make himself hang it back up, so he slung in around his neck.

He walked into his room, grabbed some sweats, before going to Adam’s closet and pilfering a giant t-shirt. The towel stayed around his neck, warm and soft, like a tactile reminder of his little lover.

Julian walked to the kitchen, and dug around in the fridge. Nothing. Damn it. How did Adam expect him to feed himself? Grabbing his phone, he called his neglectful best friend.

“Adam, how dare you neglect me. Do you want me to starve?” He demanded dramatically as he flopped onto the couch.

“Yeah, I saw some pouch on your ass on Saturday, thought you might want to work it off.”

Julian shot upright. “You fucking fucker! Take that back immediately!!”

Adam’s deep laugh soothed him, but Julian still went into the bathroom to stare at his ass.

“You’re impossible. And I’ll be home in like an hour. Can you survive until then?”

“No, I’ll waste away and you’ll come back to a zombie.” He pulled his sweats back up. “And my ass is gorgeous, thank you. You’re just blind.”

“Not, babe, just not interested,” Adam teased, and Julian huffed.

“An hour you say? I guess I’ll make it. It’ll be a near thing, though.”

“What a champ. Oh, grab my mail. I think I got a package. It’s a new set of scrubs. I’ve been doing a workshop over at the ER and I’ve forgotten how disgustingly fluidy it is over there.”

Julian grimaced. “Thank you for making sure that I won’t be hungry for an hour. Package you say? Okay. I’ll stop by the front office. Gonna see if I can register Ollie as a regular guest.”

“Sounds serious.”

Julian was quiet. He had never invited guys back to his place before. Had never wanted his space invaded by anyone other than Adam. It didn’t matter how many times he told himself that it was temporary. That Ollie would learn and move on. Because Julian wasn’t sure he would be able to do that now.

“I think it is,” he said softly, and that confession filled the silence that followed until it was almost painful.

“I’m glad.” Adam said simply, at long last. “You looked so happy Saturday. Like the boy had filled you with sunlight.”

Julian cleared his throat, getting up to grab his keys. “Shut up, Mr. M.D. Prose is my job. Getting the mail now. See you later.”

“Bye!”

They hung up and Julian slipped on his leather flipflops. Or Adam’s leather flipflops. He had no idea where his had ended up. He remembered that he’d kicked them off at one point like a month ago. The apartment had swallowed them.

He nodded at the few neighbors he saw, but mostly, the evening was warm and peaceful. He checked his phone, frowning a little. Ollie had said he’d text when he got home. Julian shrugged. He wouldn’t care. Nope. Not at all.

He’d text him when he got back to the apartment.

He pushed open the glass door and went to the mail room. He unlocked the box, and yup, there was indeed a package. He pulled it out and the assorted letters. As he was flipping through them (all bills, all his fault, he was sure), he heard a noise behind him.

He turned, and saw the nightshift guard. Bud, Brad, Ben! He smiled, but Ben didn’t smile back. In fact, even though he was usually a quiet lad, tonight he seemed drawn, pale.

“Ben? You alright?” Julian ventured, stepping forward.

Ben cleared his throat. “Um, Doc, so you know an Ollie, right? Small, Omega? You know him, right? Like you can contact him, right?”

Blood drained from Julian’s face, his body going cold. “Yes. What happened?” He demanded, stepping forward, his grip on the letters too hard, too tight.

“I ran into him at the grocery store. I was with some guys who…are not good people. Alphas. I shouldn’t- I know what it looks like, but I’m not like them, they’re-I can’t, I just can’t, on my own, you gotta understand-”

His face crumpled and Julian dropped everything, striding forward to grip Ben’s biceps. Too hard. He didn’t care. “What are you saying, Ben? What happened?” He demanded sharply. He thought he did, anyway. The blood was rushing in his ears and his heart was pounding too loud to hear much of anything.

Ben nodded jerkily, swallowing, his face pained. “They’re Omegaphobic. Well, most of them. The others are just wannabes. But they’re…super Rankist. Like bad. Very bad. Doc, they said some things. I walked him to his car, but he seemed super upset. I was worried about him driving. Can you check on him? Make sure he’s okay? I don’t…I couldn’t, I don’t know what it’s like.” Ben said helplessly, shrugging, his hands clenching. “I don’t know what it’s like, being called…that. But you do. Right? You can tell him that he’s okay? That it’ll be okay?”

Julian couldn’t catch a full breath. He wasn’t even sure which was up or down. “I can’t, because it’ll never be okay. Excuse me.” He shoved past Ben, sprinting to his car. He might have lost a flip flop. He didn’t know. All he knew is he had to get to Ollie.

He pulled up Adam’s number with one hand as he navigated into traffic with his knees.

“Eating your arm off already?” Adam’s voice was muffled as Julian held his phone smashed between his face and his shoulders.

“Adam, I need Ollie’s address. Now.” He barked, nearly dying as he sped through an intersection.

“What’s wrong?” Adam’s voice instantly sobered.

“Not sure. He needs me. Give it to me now.”

Adam rattled off the address and Julian hung up without a word. Tossing his phone into the depths of his car, he switched lanes, got honked at, nearly died again as he took a left lane a little too sharply.

Before long, he pulled up in front of a sweet little suburban house that was so painfully Ollie that Julian nearly had to vomit into the gutter. Ollie. His baby. His Ollie. What had they said? Did it even matter? It never mattered what they said. It was always how they said it. They could be commenting on the weather and you would feel like you were lower than dirt. And that had happened to his Ollie, and he hadn’t been there.

Heart in his throat, stomach in his shoes, he dashed up to pound on the door, only vaguely aware that it was probably dinner time and Ollie may not have told his mom why a deranged man in sweats and one flipflop would be pounding on their front door. He still had Ollie’s towel around his neck.

The door opened and the warmest, kindest looking woman stood there. She was a Beta, and smelled like laundry and sunshine and comfort and Ollie. They stood there, staring at each other.

He cleared his throat. “My name is Julian. I contacted you once, when your son went-”

“Oh, thank God. I’m so glad you’re here. None of us are Omegas, and Ollie is near inconsolable. He was worried you’d hate him for being so upset and he won’t listen to me. He’s upstairs, I’m making dinner. You can leave your shoe at the door.”

Julian let her words wash over him as she herded him inside and towards the stairs. The other flipflop had indeed vanished and Julian suddenly noticed that he was shaking. And that Ollie had thought Julian would hate him for being upset.

“That’s his door. I’ll keep something warm for you both.”

Julian barely heard her, absently nodding as he went to the door she pointed at. He didn’t even knock. He had to see him. He had to know.

The room was dark. There was a large lump of blankets on the bed. Nesting. Omegas did it when they were in Heat or when they were upset and needed comfort. His baby. His lover. Ollie.

Julian sucked a breath in. It felt like there was glass in his throat. He closed the door and leaned against it, shaking too hard to be able to steadily cross the space. Ollie wouldn’t have his mask, so he would know someone was in here. Would he recognize his Scent? Julian suddenly didn’t know. Ollie’s Scent was like a brand. Something he’d never forget. Something all consuming. Would his be the same to Ollie?

He got his answer less than thirty seconds after closing the door. A small, mussed head popped out from the depths of the blankets. “Juls?”

His voice. Dear God, his voice, fractured, wet, broken. Julian didn’t remember moving, but suddenly, he was wrapped around Ollie, drowning in blankets and Ollie’s sweet Scent and his choked off sobs.

“Hush, baby, hush. I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’ll never let you go, you’re safe, baby-” the words flowed out of his mouth, unstoppable as the stream of Ollie’s tears as he burrowed his face in Julian’s neck, his arms and legs tangled so completely with Julian’s that Julian was pretty sure they were stuck like this forever. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

After a while, Ollie slowly went quiet, and Julian kissed the tear tracks on his cheeks, tasting the sweetness of his skin, the salt of his tears, and the warmth of his baby, his lover, his Omega.

“How did you know to come?” Ollie asked finally, rolling them so they were side by side instead of Julian curled around him.

Julian stroked his back, thinking a moment. “Ben told me,” he said finally.

Ollie stiffened a little. “Oh.”

Julian nodded. “Yeah. He said he and some people he knew, bad people, had been cruel to you. That he didn’t know what it was like, to be on the receiving end of that kind of hate. That he wished he could have done more.”

“He made them stop. After I called one of the stenchy bong water.”

Julian huffed out a shocked laugh. “You did not!!” He exclaimed, sitting up, shoving half of the precarious blanket tower off the bed.

Ollie flushed, smiling shyly. “I did. He-he- called me a sloppy little slime hole, and I told him that I was, then he was a stenchy bucket of bong water.”

Julian’s heart both broke and soar. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to Ollie’s face, missing his lips. “I’m so proud of you. Damn. I’m stealing that.”

Ollie’s smile fell away. “It’s going to happen again, isn’t it?” He asked quietly, and Julian pulled him closer, pressing his forehead to Ollie’s cheek. Fine, almost downy stubble prickled him and he wanted to kiss along Ollie’s jaw.

“Yes. It’s going to happen at some point or another for the rest of your life. The only thing you can control is how you react to it. Like, remember when I was at the club with some friends?”

Ollie nodded, cuddling close and Julian had to kiss those lips. They were his weakness. He proceeded to get very distracted sipping kisses from Ollie’s lips until his little lover poked him in the ribs with a small laugh.

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, on the way home, I got called a slop and a cockslut. Told that if he ever saw me again he’d peg my sloppy hole like I deserve. They aren’t very imaginative, really, but it doesn’t take out the sting.”

Ollie was quiet for a long time, long enough that Julian got a little worried. Then, the little brat flashed him a smile that made Julian catch his breath. “Well, you are a cockslut, and based on Saturday, I can confirm that your hole is, in fact, sloppy.” He said matter-of-factly and Julian laughed hard enough he couldn’t breathe.

He rolled on top of Ollie, kissing him roughly as they rocked against each other. It wasn’t fast, or even purposeful. Just feeling each other’s bodies, taking comfort. That being said, of course, Ollie still had a fresh Omega’s hair trigger, so soon he was gasping into Julian’s mouth as he came in his shorts. Julian really didn’t want to come in his sweats, but when Ollie’s wet warm spread, slicking the slid between them, and then that little minx slipped his hand down the back of his sweats to press against his hole…what was he suppose to do?

Afterwards, when they lay in a sweaty, kissing, sticky heap, Julian huffed a laugh. “I can’t believe you. Your mother’s making me dinner downstairs.”

“My mom helped clean up after I started Purging and when I was constantly sick when I was Unconfirmed. She don’t care. Besides, I stole some of your sweats. You can wear those.”

Ollie hopped up, looking much more refreshed and steady. Julian watched him bustle around, wincing at the light when he flicked it on. They changed, and went down to the happy little family, the gorgeous dinner that Rebeca St. Clair had pulled together, despite James trying to help. As they sat at the table, Julian smiled and listened as they laughed and ate, and teased and fought, and he felt his cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling. And when Ollie looked over at him, shadows in his eyes, but smiles glowing on his skin, Julian knew he had found something to be brave for.

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Ollie woke up to the absolutely heaven/hell feeling of being squished into the mattress by a warm man. Juls had somehow completely ensconced him during the night, and Ollie was pretty sure he woke up because he couldn’t breathe.

“Juls,” he whispered. He was trapped on his stomach and his diaphragm was slowly deflating. He wiggled, hoping to encourage Juls to shift.

Wrong move, because Juls just rolled onto him more, pressing his cock against Ollie’s sweatpants covered crease. Dear God. His morning wood perked up, driving into the mattress, and he gritted his teeth. He was either going to roast alive or suffocate.

“Juls, I can’t breathe,” he gasped, clawing at his headboard to give him some leverage.

“Mmmm,” Juls replied, ducking his face into Ollie’s neck, lips pressing against his overheating skin.

“Juls, I will die,” Ollie whined, and Juls sighed, shifting his weight off of him. Ollie gasped a deep breath of relief…only to squeak as he felt Juls slid down his body, taking his sweats with him. “What are you doing?” He demanded, wriggling, curling his toes.

Juls shoved his sweats down to his ankles, and settled between his legs, face directly level with Ollie’s hole. Ollie was pretty sure that his whole body was flaming beet red. Juls smoothed his hands down Ollie’s thighs, rubbing that soft, sensitive skin behind his knee. “Breakfast,” he purred, pressing a kiss against Ollie’s inner thigh before he gently pushed his left leg, opening Ollie up completely.

His stomach clenched and he whimpered as Juls lifted his hips, reaching between his legs to grasp his cock which was already leaking profusely. Juls pulled it back, licking a hot, wet stripe from Ollie’s sensitive tip, over his balls, before diving into his hole. Ollie bit his hand then a pillow as he shoved his ass up higher, desperately seeking Juls’ talented mouth.

All too quickly he was on edge, his muscles quivering as he gave choked off moans. Juls lifted his head, and Ollie whined at losing his mouth. But as Juls flipped him and sucked his cock down his throat, Ollie’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came pretty much instantly.

He melted bonelessly into the mattress, body feeling too floaty and tingly for him to really care about much of anything. So when Juls straddled his chest, his cock proudly jutting out, Ollie smiled lazily, tilting his head forward and caught Juls’ tip between his lips.

He sleepily sucked at Juls’s cock, while Juls’ fingers tangled in his curls, his hips rocking gently. It was so warm and intimate and he felt just so good. If he wasn’t worried about choking, he probably could have fallen asleep with Juls’ warm, heavy cock resting on his tongue.

Instead, he reached up languidly, slipping his fore and middle finger into Juls’ hole, causing his lover to hiss in pleasure, his hips bucking forward. Ollie choked a little bit, but he just smirked at Juls around his cock, wiggling his fingers deeper until he found the sweet spot. Juls threw his head back, gasping, as he fucked into Ollie’s mouth as Ollie stroked his prostate with just enough pressure to drive the man wild.

All too soon, Juls was coming down his throat, and then sank down next to him. Ollie curled up close to Juls, tipping his head back to seek a kiss. They kissed for a long time, wrapped up in each other and the sweet Scent of contented, sated Omega.

Juls pulled away, glancing at the clock on Ollie’s nightstand. “We have to get up soon, baby,” he murmured, ducking his head into Ollie’s neck, mouthing at his Scent gland.

“I can make pancakes?” Ollie suggested, running his fingers through Juls’ soft hair. He scratched his finger tips through the shorter hairs at the nape of Juls’ neck, loving the way that Juls melted against him.

“Will your mom mind?”

Ollie shook his head, shoving himself upright. The effort it took to move away from Juls’ warmth was monumental. “Nah. She’s probably at work. James might be around, and in that case, I’ll probably be making pancakes for hours.”

“Yes, I noticed your brother could pack away quite a bit of food,” Juls replied with a raised brow and a smile, and Ollie’s heart fluttered.

He pulled on his boxers, and Juls pulled on his sweats, tucking himself away, and tempting Ollie something fierce. Ollie gazed longingly at Juls’ muscles and warm skin, then shook himself. Food. Pancakes. He grabbed his phone, and found a text from his mom.

Rebecca: Baby, when you get up, I’ll probably be at work. I wish I could stay with you, but I’m glad you have your young man. We’ll talk more tonight <<Winky face emoji>>

Ollie’s face flamed, and he hastily dropped his phone back on the nightstand as Juls came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

“Ollie?” He said softly, and Ollie looked up, stroking Juls’ arms.

“Yeah?” He walked them towards his bedroom door slowly, in a kind of rocking motion that was both silly and so, so wonderful.

“I’m so sorry that what happened, happened. And I’m so sorry it will keep happening. If I could protect you from it, I would, but I can’t. What I can do is be here for you when it happens again. I’ll always be here, Ollie.”

His words were spoken in a low, pained voice that tugged at Ollie’s heart. He tightened his grip on Juls’ arms. “I know. And I’m glad. And I’m sorry I didn’t contact you. It was so shocking, and you already were making a deal about us being two Omegas…”

He trailed off, and Juls ducked his head into his neck. “I know. I’m scared.” He admitted, and Ollie’s heart thumped in his chest. This didn’t sound like a break up, but you never know…

“I’m scared, but I’m not going to let that stop me from seeing where this goes. You matter to me, Ollie. So much more than I ever expected.” He turned Ollie in his arms, pressing their foreheads together. Ollie closed his eyes. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, I don’t know what the future will hold, and I can’t make any promises, but I can say that I don’t even want you to feel like you can’t depend on me.”

Ollie nodded, throat too tight to talk. Juls smoothed his thumb over his cheekbones, pressing a soft kiss against his left eyebrow.

“Ollie?”

James’ voice broke into the soft intimate moment, and Ollie was half glad, half resigned.

He turned and pulled the door open. “Yeah?”

“I’m making French Toast and wanted to know if you and Lover Doc are awake.”

Juls snorted at the nickname as he followed Ollie out to the landing. Leaning over the railing, Ollie called down, “French toast sounds great. You tell Mom we’ll need more bread?” He teased.

“Shut up, I don’t eat that much, damn. You and Mom razz me too much,” James grumbled.

Ollie grinned at Juls, and took his hand, leading him down the stairs. His heart was beating hard in his chest as they went into the kitchen. Juls was here. In his house. After spending the night. After meeting his family. He’d told him that Ollie mattered to him. That meant something, right?

He pointed to the island seating. “Sit. Orange juice?” He crossed to the fridge, ducking under James reaching out to fist bump him.

“Sure, thank you. So, James. What kind of French Toast are you making?”

James paused in the middle of cracking an egg. It looked so funny to see his huge brother handling something delicate like eggs. “There are multiple kinds?” He asked, frowning down at his phone.

“Sure, though it’s more about preparation.”

James shrugged. “Don’t know. I just kind of find a recipe and add my own thing to it. I want to be a chef.” He beamed at Juls, and Ollie watched as he screwed the top of the orange juice back on. A lot of people laughed at James, since he looked more like a dumb jock than anyone with aspirations.

But Juls just smiled, taking the orange juice. “That’s amazing. You seem the kind to be interested in fitness, is that what inspired you?”

Ollie relaxed as James lit up. Juls got it. He hadn’t doubted, per se. But watching his brother come alive under Juls’ questions made his heart all squishy. The doorbell rang and Ollie snuck a quick kiss on Juls’ shoulder then skipped away. James could go on for hours about food nutrition.

He pulled the door open and was instantly knocked back a few steps as two crying, sniffling Omegas threw themselves at him.

“Ollie!” Ty sobbed, smushing his face into his neck while Benji clung to his waist.

“James texted Jax who texted us that you got hassled last night! Why didn’t you call us?” Benji demanded, eyes shiny, lips pulled down like he was fighting tears.

“A slime hole! That’s so awful, I’m so sorry that happened.” Ty wailed. “I got called a sloppy joe once, when I was at the doctors for that stomach flu? It was awful!”

“Why didn’t you call us? We-”

“-I also got called a peg board, which was kind of funny-”

“-were so worried about you I had to wake up-”

“-when you think about it but they always look like they ate shit-”

“-to like fifty thousand messages from Jax, of all people! You know I would’ve-”

“which makes even the silly slurs awful. Oh, Ollie, did they hurt you? Are you-”

The two were talking over each other a mile a minute as Avril and Jax hung back, both looking worried and exasperated.

Ollie reached around Ty and brought his fingers to his lips, giving a sharp whistle. “Guys! I’m okay. I’m sorry I didn’t call you. Juls came over.”

That shut them up immediately. They both turned tearful faces up to him, then their gaze flashed behind him towards the kitchen. Ollie glanced behind him and saw Juls leaning on the wall, watching, an amused expression on his face.

“Holy shit,” Benji whispered, and Ty nodded exuberantly.

“Guys,” he detangled himself from the other Omegas, stepping back towards Juls. “This is Juls. Juls, these are my friends, Benji, Ty, Avril, and you know Jax.”

“Cherry’s here too,” Avril said as she waved, stepping aside to reveal Cherry, who looked a little uncomfortable.

“I was kidnapped by Ty. I can go if-” he started, but was interrupted by James’ booming voice.

“No way! I’m making French Toast. Everyone’s welcome. Close the door though. Don’t need the neighbors thinking they’re invited.” He stepped out of the kitchen, smiling at everyone, his gaze zoning in on Cherry, who’d gone as red as his name.

He nodded shakily and shut the door. Avril grabbed him and tugged him into the living room, where Ty and Benji were already fighting over the remote as soon as they heard food was involved.

Juls wrapped his arms around Ollie, and Ollie melted. “Sorry my friends are a pack of wild animals,” he sighed, and Benji looked over.

“We are not. Most of us already know Doc. He’s hot, Ollie, nice.” He gave them a salacious wink, and grabbed the remote out of Ty’s hands. “I win, we watching cartoons!”

Jax reached over and fished the remote out of his hands, holding it high. “What are you, twelve? Just put on Netflix.”

Benji stood up on the couch, grabbing at the remote. “Fuck off, Sasquatch. Give it back. If we put on Netflix we’ll just end up watching some trashy reality tv show.”

“So? Better than Nick Jr.”

“Lies and slander!” Benji shouted, hopping uselessly.

Jax laughed, manipulating the remote as he held it away from Benji, who was now trying to climb him like an enraged squirrel.

Avril sighed and took it from Jax, who glared at her. “We watching cartoons. Deal with it, Jax.”

Ty looked up at her adoringly as she flipped the channels. Jax shoved Benji off, and he toppled into Cherry, and the two went down in a tangle of limbs and Juls let out a laugh that warmed Ollie from head to toe.

Just then, James came out with trays and plates of fresh French Toast, and Ollie hugged Juls against him tighter. If only every day could be like this. This warm, happy bubble. But as Juls tugged him over to claim a plate of food, Ollie felt his smile falter. He was here now, laughing, safe, secure. But what about next time? And the time after that? What if he wasn’t so lucky? What if any of them weren’t so lucky? What then?

It was like his rose-colored glasses had been punched off his face. Sure, it was sunshine and rainbows now, but now he knew. Now he knew that he could get hurt. This time he was lucky, but how long until his luck ran out?

Juls looked up from where he’d been cutting the toast. His brows furrowed, and he reached out a hand that was only a bit covered in powdered sugar. “You okay?” He asked quietly.

Ollie looked around the room, at Jax tapping the maple syrup bottle on Benji’s head, at Ty cuddled up with Avril feeding her blueberries, at Cherry who was shyly talking to James, who was booming with laughter. He looked back at Juls, forcing a smile. “I am now,” he replied just as softly.

Juls searched his face, and smiled sadly. “Okay.” He leaned in, kissing Ollie gently, then sat up and turned back to say something to Jax.

Ollie took a bite of food and tried to shake it off. He was okay. He was. It might not always be okay, but at least, at least he knew he’d have Juls.

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Julian unlocked his apartment, stepped in, and slumped against the closed door. Jesus Christ. He hated department meetings. Like what was the point? Just people arguing, committees fussing, budget cuts…whole thing could have been an email.

He sighed, and reached up to loosen his tie. He glanced down, and smiled. Ollie’s shoes were kicked off by the door, which meant his little lover had used the key he’d given him. After the incident, Julian had paid for Ollie to get a separate key to the apartment complex so he knew he’d always have a safe place to go. Since it was gated and with a 24-hour guard, his place was about as safe as Ollie could be.

He looked around as he kicked off his own dress shoes, his lips tipping up in a smile. Ollie had certainly been making himself at home lately. His textbooks were on the coffee table, his hoodie thrown over the back of the sofa, his backpack knocked over and spilling pens on the table. His pink briefs hanging on the bathroom doorknob.

Julian grinned, stalking forward, listening intently at the bathroom door. Ollie was definitely in there, not showering, but he was humming and listening to music softly. Pushing the door open, he caught his breath as he watched Ollie lean forward as he gently dabbed lip gloss on his lips. He was wearing nothing but one of Julian’s old, threadbare t-shirts. The neck had been stretched out, and it looked slutty on Julian. On Ollie’s tiny frame, it was almost obscene. And now, with his little Omega on his tip toes, he could easily see Ollie’s cock tucked away between his legs.

He moved behind Ollie, who flashed him a smile before going back to layer lip gloss on his lips. Julian ducked his head to kiss at Ollie’s exposed shoulder, smoothing his hands down Ollie’s front until they slipped under the shirt. He gently cupped Ollie, pressing open mouth kisses against his neck till he tugged on his lobe with his teeth.

“Hi baby,” he murmured against Ollie’s warm skin, his middle finger stretching to pet the soft skin behind Ollie’s balls.

Ollie shivered, then popped his lips in the mirror, capping the gloss. “Hi. How was the meeting?”

Julian rolled his eyes, going back to investigating the sweet skin behind Ollie’s ear, making his lover squirm. He pressed his finger firmly against the warm skin, coaxing the first little bit of Slick. “Not as fun as being at home with you,” he replied as Ollie’s head lolled back onto his shoulder.

“Mmm, I bet.” He was quiet a moment as Julian nosed along his hairline to his nape. “I like the sound of that.”

His voice was soft, hesitant, and Julian looked up questioningly, meeting Ollie’s gaze in the mirror. But Ollie’s gaze soon dropped, his fingers scrunching the terrycloth face towel.

“Sound of what?” Julian coaxed, moving his hands out from under Ollie’s shirt to cross over his chest, hugging him close.

“You said home. With me.” Ollie flicked his blue gaze up, catching Julian’s, before he focused again on the make up on the counter.

Julian caught his breath, going still. He stared at Ollie’s reflection in the mirror, until he looked up. Then he pressed his cheek against Ollie’s hair, meeting his little lover’s gaze as his softened. “You’d like that?” He asked gently, arms tightening around Ollie.

Ollie stopped fidgeting, going still, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Then he turned in the cage of Julian’s arms, curling his fingers into Julian’s shirt front, eyes focusing on Julian’s collarbones. Then suddenly, his burning blue gaze came up, locking on Julian, determination shining in his eyes.

“Yes.” There was no waver in his voice, and his little chin came up a bit higher, as if daring Julian.

Whatever armor that had been wrapped around his heart that had survived holding Ollie as he cried, melted. Unable to catch his breath, Julian cupped Ollie’s cheeks, tilting his face up, and captured his lips in a soft kiss. Soft, sweet, warm, familiar…home.

That first kiss grew hotter, deeper, wetter, until Julian pulled Ollie up his chest, dragging his little lover off the ground. Ollie’s legs automatically went around his waist, and Julian scooped an arm under his pert, perfect ass, shifting him closer, ever closer. He shifted from Ollie’s generous lips to his Scent gland, sucking softly on the creamy gold skin as Ollie’s head fell back with a soft cry. His fingers tightened on Ollie’s skin, probably bruising it, but Ollie only writhed in his arms. His old shirt, the shirt that now smelled of both him and Ollie, warmed by Ollie’s skin, rode lower on his shoulder, and Julian kissed across his collarbones to bite at Ollie’s shoulder.

“Juls,” Ollie whispered, his voice breaking on a moan as Julian sank his teeth into Ollie’s soft skin.

Julian carried Ollie to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them. He gently laid Ollie on the unmade covers, and stood, staring down at the sweet baby Omega in his bed. Ollie was spread out, one hand tucked under his cheek, the other stretching over his golden curls. His stomach was a little concave with how his breaths panted in and out of his wet, swollen, parted lips. One of his legs dangled off the bed, the other tucking against the other, hiding his growing cock from Julian’s view.

Julian stripped off his shirt, distantly registering that a few buttons probably didn’t survive, and used one hand to grasp Ollie’s knee, coaxing his legs to fall open. He slowly lowered himself, hissing as his overheated skin pressed against Ollie’s. He slipped his hand under Ollie’s knee, which was slick with perspiration, and kept ahold of it, opening Ollie up even farther.

He supported himself over Ollie with one arm, his fingers stroking Ollie’s soft curls. “Ollie,” he whispered, his voice breaking a little, as he brushed a kiss against Ollie’s closed eyelids, then his nose, then his cheeks that were flushed pink.

“Juls,” Ollie gasped, his hips pushing up, rubbing their cocks deliciously against Julian’s slacks.

Julian dropped his face into Ollie’s neck, thrusting gently, blissed out at the feeling of his lover’s scorching heat and arousal soaking into the material. He encouraged Ollie to wrap his captured leg around Julian’s waist, then tangled his fingers in Ollie’s.

He lifted his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of Ollie’s mouth. “Oliver, I love you. God, I love you.” He murmured, letting out a sharp breath.

Ollie gasped, his body shaking, as his other leg slipped around Julian’s waist, hugging him close. His fingers tangled in Julian’s hair, tugging until Julian lifted his face. Then Ollie devoured him.

He tilted his hips, and Julian rolled, pulling Ollie on top of him. Ollie straddled him easily, stripping off his shirt, and reaching down to undo Julian’s belt. As his clever fingers tugged the leather free, he dove down, catching Julian’s lips in a kiss so desperate and hungry, that it almost hurt. Ollie’s tongue licked into his mouth, tasting him, while his fingers deftly unbuttoned Julian’s pants.

The rasp of his fly being pulled down, combined with their sharp pants and wet kisses made Julian even harder. And when Ollie pulled his aching cock free, he flinched, stomach contracting as Ollie’s skilled, perfect fingers stroked him mercilessly. They weren’t even kissing anymore; they were sharing air as they moaned and gasped into each other’s mouth.

When Ollie wrenched his mouth away to sit up, Julian reached for him, hands landing on Ollie’s hips. Ollie reached behind himself, and his fingers came back dripping with Slick. He pressed his fingers into Julian’s hungry mouth, and just as Julian was sucking hard on his fingers, Ollie pressed his leaking cockhead to his hole.

Ollie looked down at Julian, desire burning in his gaze. Julian shuddered a breath, and pulled Ollie’s fingers out of his mouth, entwining their fingers as he gave Ollie’s hole a light nudge as he lifted his hips.

Ollie grinned and slowly sank back against Julian’s cock. Julian held still, biting his lip hard in an effort to not come immediately as his cock slowly sank into Ollie’s tight, tight, warmth. He stroked Ollie’s hips in soft circles, watching the play of emotions flitting across Ollie’s face. Discomfort from the stretch, the feeling of being full, too full, and then, as he sank all the way down, pleasure.

Julian waited until Ollie was fully seated before sitting up, taking Ollie in his arms, and rolling them over. He buried his face in Ollie’s neck, shaking at the tight, wet heat of his lover’s hole. “Ollie, God, you feel so good,” he whispered, inhaling Ollie’s Scent, shuddering as he smelled in starting to change. As Ollie’s Scent started to take on undertones of Julian’s Scent.

“Fuck, Juls, it feels like I’m going to explode. I feel so full,” Ollie gasped, wriggling underneath Julian, and they both hissed as that seemed to settle Julian even deeper inside him.

“Why are you all prepped, little one?” Julian teased, giving a short thrust, making Ollie gasp out a moan as his fingers scrabbled to Julian’s back, his nails digging in hard.

Ollie grinned up at him, sweat matting down his curls. “Because I was going to have my wicked way with you tonight either way. I was going to wear a plug to the club in case I missed you coming home.”

Julian snorted, pressing a kiss to Ollie’s temple. “Devious little thing,” he informed Ollie, reaching down to scoop his leg up behind the knee.

“I was taught by the best,” Ollie shot back, then arched his back as Julian shifted their positions.

“Mmmmm,” Julian conceded, then dropped his head to Ollie’s neck. He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in, hard, and felt Ollie’s cock leaking against his stomach.

“Fuck me, Juls, please, fuck me so hard, I need you,” Ollie whimpered, his heels digging into Julian’s still clothed ass.

Julian smirked into Ollie’s neck, and pushed off him. “Flip, baby. On your stomach.”

Ollie scrambled to hands and knees, and Julian stepped off the bed, stripping off his pants and briefs. Then, Ollie’s ass was perfectly presented for him, and Julian suddenly had sympathy for Alphas. Jesus Christ, there wasn’t much better than seeing an Omega wet and waiting to be filled.

He knelt behind Ollie, stroking his ass, feeling the fine, soft hair there, then slipped two fingers into Ollie’s hole, which was gently gaped from the stretch, the rim gently pinked. Ollie moaned, dropping to his forearms, pressing his ass back, demanding Julian fill him.

Julian grinned, gave Ollie’s ass a hard slap, then pressed into him in one long, hard stroke that made Ollie arch his back. Julian draped himself over Ollie’s sweat slick back, and tangled his fingers in Ollie’s curls. “You going to be a good Omega for me, baby?” He purred, and Ollie shuddered.

With his fingers curled tightly in Ollie’s curls, his other hand on Ollie’s hips, Julian started thrusting slowly, dragging almost all the way out before pushing in hard. Then, he spread his legs a little to gain more balance, and began to fuck Ollie hard, rough, and thoroughly.

It didn’t take long for him to find Ollie’s prostate, and then he was fucking Ollie so hard that his headboard slammed against the wall and Ollie was trembling and moaning and, when Julian slammed home and tightened his fist in his hair, he positively sobbed.

“Juls, cock, cumming, please, I need,” Ollie begged, his entire body flushed and trembling as he gasped for air.

Julian quickly pulled out, flipped Ollie on his back, and then fucked into him more shallowly, torturing them both as he kissed Ollie hard, sucking on his tongue as he pinned Ollie’s hands to the bed. “I want to see you cum, baby, come for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, rolling his hips as he picked his pace up again.

Ollie squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his cheeks, his lip almost bitten raw, his little balls pulled so high up against his rock-hard cock that Julian knew that his little lover would come any minute now. He wanted him to come hands free, but he would lend a hand if it seemed like Ollie was struggling.

He didn’t have to worry. A few hard thrusts, and Ollie’s hole clenched around him so tightly it almost forced his cock out and then his cock let lose a stream of milky white cum as his ass gushed around Julian’s cock. Julian dropped his head to Ollie’s neck, stroking Ollie’s skin, every inch of skin he could reach, as Ollie gasped and sobbed through his orgasm. And when Ollie’s hole tightened one more time, Julian gritted his teeth as his orgasm raced down his spine and then exploded.

He came inside his Omega, shuddering for breath as pleasure unlike he’d ever felt knocked him sideways. Everything else faded away. Nothing was left but him, inside his Omega, whom he loved against his every intention. He laughed softly and licked Ollie’s ear as he slowly came back down to earth.

“God, I love you Ollie, everything about you is perfect,” he panted, letting his muscles relax. Ollie liked him lying on top of him, said Julian was his favorite weighted blanket.

Ollie wrapped his arms, which were still shaking, around him, his fingers caressing Julian’s skin. “I’ve loved you since the hotel, Juls,” he whispered, and Julian lifted his head up enough to kiss him.

They kissed for a long time, just soft, sweet kisses that felt like home. They kissed so long that Julian had gone soft inside of Ollie and their skin had cooled and Ollie shivered.

He finally broke the kiss, nuzzling Ollie’s cheek. “When do you have to meet your friends?”

Ollie shrugged. “We were going to get food before clubbing, but I’m sure Benji will forgive me being late because I got my brains fucked out.”

Julian laughed, then gave Ollie a mischievous look. “In that case, we better get you cleaned up.”

He slowly started licking his way down Ollie’s body, tasting their combined sweat and his musk on Ollie’s skin. His cock slipped free, and they both shuddered at the feeling.

Ollie pressed up onto his elbows, watching Julian lick up the cum on his stomach with open mouthed fascination. Julian winked at him, then slid lower, until he lapped at the combined Slick and cum that was now dripping out of Ollie’s hole. Ollie drew a sharp, shuddering breath as Julian licked, kissed, and sucked at his well-used hole.

“You know, I forgot, he cancelled last minute so really, we can stay in-hmmmphf!”

Julian laughed as he tongue fed Ollie the mix of his cum and Ollie’s Slick. Ollie moaned against his mouth, shivering as he tasted himself on Julian’s tongue.

“Little liar. You should go out with your friends.”

Ollie pouted, rubbing his foot against Julian’s calf. Then he looked thoughtful. “I’ll go out with my friends if I can eat you out in the shower.”

Julian snorted, and scooped his Omega up in his arms. Ollie blushed as he felt more of his Slick drip out, and Julian cupped his ass, then licked his palm slowly, and Ollie flushed. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. St. Clair.”

With a firm slap to Ollie’s ass, he turned, and strode out, taking them back into the bathroom. Where they proceeded to make more of a mess than get clean. According to Ollie, Benji didn’t mind that Ollie was almost two hours late.

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Hi, so, i've gotten this question a couple times and i just want to confirm:

Ollie will become pregnant. Maybe not in this book, but I plan on Ollie having a baby with Juls and them living happily ever after.

Ollie will have his degree by the time he gives birth, so you don't have to worry about the baby being used as an angst plot device.

I wanted it to be a cute little surprise, but at this point, i feel it would be better to be upfront with you all, in case that changes your interest in finishing Juls' and Ollie's story.

Thank you for being here on their journey with me; your support means so much to me, so if you stop here with Jollie or keep reading, thank you for being here <3

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Julian slouched in front of the TV, flipping through channels. Adam was going to be late, and after making a big deal out of Ollie going out with his friends, he didn’t want to admit that he missed him already. After a good hour of channel surfing, he settled on some true crime show. But it soon faded into the background as he scrolled through his phone gallery. There were a lot of pictures of him and Ollie. Some when Ollie was studying on the couch and Julian sneaked it. Some when Julian was watching Adam cook and Ollie was making a funny face. Several of Ollie asleep, face peaceful, beautiful. Julian’s throat burned. His. For however long he could keep his Omega.

His thoughts were interrupted by a dramatic gunfight reenactment in the show, making him jump. He startled again when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID, and grinned. Perfect.

“Hey, sexy. Miss me already?” He teased.

The husky timber of Les’s laugh made his chest feel warm. “Hardly, darling. But I am having a little drink with the girls and wondered if you’d like to join us?”

Julian glanced at the TV, and stood, going over to slip on his shoes. “I’m in. Same as always?”

“Where else?” Les countered, and Julian snorted.

“You’re such a snob. I’ll be there in like twenty-five.”

“If you’re here in fifteen you’ll be able to help convince Quinn to get on stage.”

Julian hung up, determined to blow several red lights.

He hurried into the club, panting, out of breath. Les waved at him, his voice drowned out by the pulsing, pounding beat. Julian slid into the seat, and pouted when he saw Quinn was still lounging in the seats. The Beta was looking very pleased with himself.

He raised his glass, fluttering his lashes at Julian. “What ho, Omega,” he purred.

“Stop that,” an Alpha growled from behind Julian, and shivers shot up and down his spine. He turned to see the Alpha from that other time he’d been out with Quinn. He somehow looked even bigger and more intimidating. And his musk hung like a god damn curtain around the table.

Quinn flicked up an eyebrow, as if he wasn’t intimidated at all. “Heel, mutt,” he murmured, and the Alpha rolled his eyes, sliding next to him.

Les snorted, and waved a hand at the Alpha, as if he hadn’t been on the verge of eating Julian for messing with his Beta. “Juls, darling, this is Floris. Quinn’s pet.”

Floris gave a huge sigh, while Quinn laughed, rubbing his arm soothingly. “Don’t tease him, Les, that’s my job.”

Floris shifted, his cheeks pink, then cleared his throat.

“Les was telling me that you’re a professor?”

Julian smiled, raising a finger to attract the attention of a handsome waiter. “Yes. English lit and the like.”

“Which college?”

“Center City University, why?”

Floris shrugged a shoulder, pausing as the waiter came over, depositing drinks and taking Julian’s drink order. He was an attractive young man, Omega, but as Julian paused to glance at the appetizer menu that Les slid his way, he realized the man’s face was drawn behind his smile. His eyes tired.

Orders taken care of, Julian turned back to Floris, who was sitting and sipping his whiskey. “So, what’s with the interest in higher education?” He prompted.

Floris grinned. “Heart’s thinking about going back for a degree and I promised Clar I’d find a college with old, ugly professors. Should I recommend CCU then?” He smirked over his glass as Julian laughed and Quinn rolled his eyes fondly.

“Well, it’s becoming popular to have young and hip professors in most departments, so unless your friend wants a degree in physics, he’s out of luck,” Julian shot back.

With the ice sufficiently broken, the conversation fell into an easy, familiar rhythm. Their drinks and food arrived, the music loud and infectious, and Les knew how to hold court. Julian smiled into his drink as yet another fan stopped by their table. Les ate it up, loving the adoring stares and blushing stammers. Quinn watched affectionately, while Floris’ gaze never stopped roving around the room, his arm around Quinn both comforting and protective.

A few more people that Julian didn’t know joined the table, introductions were made and forgotten, and suddenly Julian had to piss. He’d made sure to keep his drinks non-alcoholic, just in case, so he was easily able to step around and dodge groping, drunken hands as he made his way to the bathroom. The line wasn’t long, and soon, he was washing in hands. He glanced in the mirror, checking his reflection. Then his eyes were drawn to something in the corner by the door, near the cleaning supplies.

Frowning, he shook his hands off and went over to it. It was a small corkboard, where the cleaning schedule was pinned, along with a few ads for different products, and there, in the lower right-hand corner, a drooping flyer. He pushed the corner up, and stared at the bright grin on the young man in the picture. He’d been missing for a week. Last seen on his shift at this club.

Julian swallowed thickly. No matter what anyone said, things were still dangerous for Omegas. He traced a finger over the young man’s face. Bailey. Not even 23. He was probably already dead. Killed shortly after being taken, his body one of many in the morgue, unmarked, ignored, because it was “just another dead Omega.” His heart hurt. No one the wait staff looked grim. To lose a coworker, never knowing if it could have been them.

Heart in his throat, Julian stepped back, pulling out his phone. He needed to call Ollie. Had to make sure he was okay. That he was safe.

He held his breath, anxiety ratcheting up as each ring went unanswered. Then finally, finally, he heard, “Hello!”

He sagged against the bathroom wall. “Hey baby. Just wanted to check on you. When you coming home?”

Ollie giggled, the sound sweet and beautiful over the tinny connection. “Funny story, but I’m already home. Thing is, I apparently forgot my key, and Ben’s saying that it’s like, hella late, so I can’t sign out a guest pass.”

Julian squinted his eyes, trying to remember, and then sighed. Yup. Ollie’s card, sitting there innocently next to Julian’s car keys. “Damn it, babe, you know better.”

“Well excuse you. I had just been fucked stupid, so hardly my fault when you think about it.”

Julian could hear some sort of scandalized squawking in the background and grinned. “You’re such a brat. Stay there with Ben, I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay! Love you, Juls.”

Julian felt a warmth cascade over him from head to toe. He might have melted a little. “I love you too, baby. Be safe.”

He hung up and gave Bailey one last look. Then he went back out to his table. Bending over Les, he said, “My Omega wants me to come home. Think you can make mischief on my behalf?”

Les grinned and kissed his cheek. “Go, lover. I’ll text if I need you to bail me out,” he teased, and Julian snorted.

He waved at Quinn and Floris, and ducked out, heading to his car. He didn’t make as many traffic laws on the way back because he knew that Ollie would be safe in the security office.

Parked, he jogged over to the security building, and pushed through the glass door. There he was. Ollie looked just as delicious as he had at the beginning of the evening, though now his cheeks were flushed pink from alcohol. He had his pert little ass up on the counter, leaning back to talk to a scandalized Ben over his shoulder. Ben looked up as the door opened, but then dropped his gaze, his back stiffening. Julian frowned a little at that, but then stopped caring as Ollie gave a happy gasp and spread his legs wide, arms out.

Julian went over and scooped Ollie up off the counter, nuzzling his neck as Ollie snuggled into his arms. He felt Ollie’s fingers in his hair, just caressing and petting. “It’s so good to see you, Juls,” he slurred, kissing his way up Julian’s neck.

Julian laughed, hiking the squirming Omega higher up in his arms. “You too baby. Come on, let’s pour you into bed. I’ll have Adam make French Toast tomorrow.”

Ollie hummed in agreement. Julian nodded to Ben, who still wouldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, he was angled towards the security office. Julian glanced at it, but only saw darkness. No, wait, there was a shadow in there, shifting in their seat. Ah ha. Julian grinned suddenly. Guards weren’t supposed to have guests while on duty. He finally was able to catch Ben’s eye and gave him a wink and tipped his head to the security office. “We’re all set here. Don’t mind us,” he purred suggestively, and Ben went scarlet.

“G-good night, Professor,” he mumbled, tugging at the hem of his uniform, and Julian laughed again, and exited into the cool night air. Ollie had passed out in his arms, snoring softly as Julian walked through the complex. As he juggled his sleeping lover and his keycard, once again his heart felt too full, his throat tight, Bailey’s smile like glass in the happy bubble he and Ollie had fallen into. But it wasn’t so simple. He had meant it when he’d told Ollie that there were a lot of people who didn’t like male Omegas, and they certainly wouldn’t like two male Omegas in love.

He stroked Ollie’s hair as he waited for the elevator. The odds were stacked against them. Good thing that Julian liked a challenge.

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Don’t forget that we have your Grandmother’s birthday party coming up!

Ollie smiled and rolled his eyes as the text from his mom popped up. He glanced up, and saw that the student in front of him was still talking to Professor Hewitt, so he swiped and wrote back: Oh no, I totally forgot…about the thing we do every year for the past twenty-two years… :P

The reply was instant: Brat. What I meant was see if that nice young man you’re seeing is available…

Ollie flushed beet red and shoved his phone into his back pocket. Juls. At his prim and proper Grandmother’s birthday party. Oh God. He shifted his weight, glancing at the student packing up. Juls. His boyfriend, his partner….at Grandmom’s birthday party…being introduced as someone important…

“Be with you in a second, Ollie!” Hewitt called as the student came out. The student, a tall Alpha-frat looking guy, gave Ollie a once over, then made a face. Ollie rolled his eyes. Yes he was wearing a pink crop top and jeans. Sue him.

“Okay, come on in, Ollie.”

He ignored the other student and went into his advisor’s office. Professor, or rather Doctor, Reginald Hewitt was an esteemed professor of History, particularly the nexus of Queer and Rank history. Ollie had been giddy about being able to work with him. A letter of recommendation from Hewitt would get him into any grad program or certificate program.

“Open or closed?” He asked, holding onto the door knob.

Hewitt stared at his desk a long moment, before saying quietly, “Closed, please.”

Ollie’s heart dropped as he let the door click closed. “Hewitt?” He asked nervously, sliding into his seat.

Hewitt shifted a little in his seat, then sighed. “Oliver, I want to start by saying that you are a brilliant mind and a stellar student. I have enjoyed working with you.”

Ollie’s stomach felt like it was going to curdle. “I really enjoy working with you too.” He forced a smile, but it wobbled and fell away. “What’s going on?”

Hewitt leaned back, and took his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “As you may or may not be aware, in a student’s records, their Rank is listed. And when you first Presented, it was noted and submitted to your permanent record as an addendum.”

“Okay…” Ollie said slowly, frowning.

“I had recently been approached by another academic for nominations to a scholarship towards a Masters in Education at New Haven University.”

Ollie’s jaw dropped, and he leaned forward. “Are you serious? What did you say? What does this mean? You know that’s my-”

“Top school, yes. And yes, I did nominate you. And you made it into the final running. However,” Hewitt paused, his gaze dropping from Ollie’s to the desk, “however when your addendum was added, I was informed that your name had been dropped from consideration.”

Ollie’s blood ran cold. “What? Why?” He managed, lips cold, hands shaking. He grabbed the wooden armrests to hide it, but it didn’t seem to help much.

“They were very…vague. They know that they cannot seem like they are discriminating, so they said that while the funding would be very generous, the work would match that, in terms of rigor and expectations and they had not budgeted time in for…” here Hewitt’s broke and his gaze flashed to Ollie’s, gold flecks in his otherwise warm brown gaze. “They said they did not budget for parental leave, and due to your new Ranked status, they did not feel as if they were the best match for you, and encouraged you to apply to universities where parental leave care is included in the offered financial aid.”

Ollie shot to his feet, rage making him see red. He distantly heard the chair fall over. “What? Are they fucking kidding? They didn’t budget in parental leave? What, they thought that now that I’m an Omega, I’m automatically going to spread my legs for any Alpha? They think that because I’m an Omega, that I won’t be able to resist going into Heat and making babies? How is this not discrimination? What if a Beta got pregnant?”

Hewitt stood also. “Look, I know, Oliver, believe me. I promise you I know.” Hewitt braced himself on the desk, exhaling. “While there is that reason, which is borderline discrimination, there is another factor that I think they are more…concerned with.” Hewitt tipped his head down a little bit, and looked at Ollie with a sad, disappointed expression. “They told me that they had been called, and informed that you were having sexual relations with a professor here. And since that one of the core principles of being an educator is to not invite any suspicion, they feel like that behavior could be a potential pattern.”

Ollie felt the room tilt. The room had become a vacuum, leaving him numb, cold, and breathless. “He’s…he’s not even in this department. He isn’t even on this side of campus!” He gasped, his hand trembling as he reached behind him for the chair.

“Be that as it may, it is still a potential liability, especially given your Omega Rank.”

“So, if I had been a Beta, or even an Alpha, me dating Juls wouldn’t be an issue?” Ollie asked bitterly.

Hewitt smiled sadly. “There are some narrow minded, prejudiced people in the world, Ollie,” he said softly.

Ollie felt his eyes began to sting. “So, what now?”

Hewitt sat down again. “Finish this degree. Think about what demographic you want to teach. Apply to those programs. Not all of them are Rankaphobic.”

“What about Juls?”

Hewitt rubbed his chin, leaning farther back in his chair. “I would say think about what means more to you: your career, and his, or your relationship.”

Ollie got up quickly, knowing he was going to cry. He grabbed his bag. “Thank you for telling me all this, Professor. I’ll take it under consideration. Excuse me.”

He fled the room before Hewitt could say anything else. He ran into the bathroom, bolted a stall door shut, and exhaled shakily. His next breath was a sob, then another one. He forced out a breath that was more stable as he shakily pulled out his phone.

“Hey, baby, so I was thinking we could make those cupcake bites, you know the-”

“I got denied a scholarship to my dream school because I’m a gay Omega and I’m going to ruin Juls’ career and my own.” He interrupted, the words wobbly and slurred.

Rebecca was quiet for a long moment. Finally, she asked, “Tell me exactly what they said.”

“They said that they didn’t budget in parental care and leave into the financial aid packets and me having sexual relations with a professor is setting up a pattern of inappropriate behavior.” His throat hurt to say the words. He closed his eyes, seeing Juls’ smile, the way he’d caressed his hair before going to find him coffee. Juls, who made him happier than Ollie had ever hoped. Tears dripped down his cheeks. “What am I going to do?” He whispered.

“Do you want me to come get you?”

Ollie shuddered out a deep breath. “No, you’re at work. I can drive. I-I need some time to think.”

“Okay baby. And I hope you know that I’ll fight like hell for you. Whatever you want.”

Ollie smiled as he stared up at the water stained ceiling. “I know, Mom. I’ll text you.”

“I love you. Be safe.”

“Thanks, love you too.”

He hung up, staring up at the ceiling. He’d wanted to be a teacher for his entire life. His dad had been a teacher before he’d died. An Elementary school teacher. They still had the pictures and notes his students had given him, taped in a giant portfolio book that was made for posters. They would all pull it out sometimes, just to remind themselves that he’d been real, that others had loved him as much as they had.

His dad had been his best friend, aside from James. But James had been too wild, and a total mama’s boy. So it’d be Ollie curled up in his dad’s lap as he made lesson plans and taught Ollie how to read with syllabi. He’d been soft and gentle, dressed in tweed and corduroy. Ollie had always thought it was funny. His quiet, academic dad and his punk rock nurse mother. She’d hung up her studs and shitkicker boots though, after he’d died. Been killed. By other Alphas who were bigger and tougher and meaner. All because, he’d been a little different than how society expected him to be.

Ollie stopped those thoughts, because honestly, he didn’t want to cry any more about the world’s unfairness. Taking a sharp breath, he stepped out of the stall, and went to wash his face. He looked in the mirror as he pulled a paper towel. Blue eyes looked back at him, red rimmed. He tilted his chin, this way and that. Small. Weak. Fragile. Breeding stock.

Glass shattered as pain raced up his hand. “Fuck!” He hissed, pulling his fist away from the broken mirror. Blood dripped down the webbed cracks, dripping onto the porcelain sink. He stared at the broken glass, his hand throbbing. His reflection was fractured and pieces were missing.

Just a sloppy hole. Slime. Not good for anything but Alphas to fuck.

He stormed out of the bathroom, heedless of his bleeding hand, the crunch of glass under his feet. He heard whispers, felt stares, as he walked across the campus. But they were always there, weren’t they? People always stared, always judged. Always whispered Omega. Weak. Pathetic.

Wrenching the door open to his car, he threw his bag into the back. He stared at it a minute. Juls had fucked him back there. Juls had smiled at him and he had just spread his legs wide open.

The engine roared to life, and he was peeling out of the parking lot, not even checking his surroundings.

He drove blindly, his mind racing, blood dripping onto the console and the floor mats. God, when he’d gone into his first Heat, he’d been a quivering mess, soaked in his own fluids, begging for some nameless, faceless stranger to fuck him. To use him. Slime hole. Peg board. Weak.

He didn’t know how long he’d been driving until he blinked and was parked at Sunset Cove. He exhaled slowly, the fierce rage dying down, replaced by that numbness again. He and his dad had gone fishing here. He and James still went every summer.

Ollie pushed the door open, slamming it shut. His hand had stopped bleeding, and it should hurt, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did.

He went over to one of the picnic tables that overlooking the short slope that led to the little trail that would lead to the water. It was the worst place to go fishing, if that’s what you wanted to leave with, fish. But it was the best place to think.

He sat on the table, staring out into middle distance. Inappropriate behavior with a professor. A pattern emerging. Parental leave.

He dropped his head down, bracing himself on his knees and elbows, his throat burning. What if got pregnant on purpose farther down the line? Would he lose his job? Would he be passed over if he had a kid? What if he had a husband, instead of a wife? Homosexual couples weren’t a big deal, but when one was an Omega…did that change something? Change how he was seen? And what about two Omegas. They couldn’t impregnate each other, but they both would have Heats. Still need time off work. How did Juls deal with it?

“Ollie? Is that you?”

His head whipped up, his muscles tightening. It was Ben. Out of his uniform, wearing cargo shorts and a white tank top. His hair was ruffling in the breeze, a skateboard tucked under his arm. Sweatbands around both his wrists. He was wiping his face as he came closer, his eyes squinting into the sun.

Ollie took a deep breath. Ben’s Alpha scent was warm, musky. Safe.

Feelings boiled up in his chest, rage, hurt, desperation, fear… and before he knew it, he’d thrown himself forward and into Ben’s arms, planting a messy, sloppy kiss on Ben’s parted lips.

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Warm, slightly wet, like he’d just licked his lips. Soft. But wrong. Utterly wrong. Ollie let out a ragged breath as he staggered away from Ben, who’s face was pale, his eyes wide. There was no hint of gold in them, and for that, Ollie was grateful. Because he just realized that he was alone, with an Alpha, no one knew where he was, and if Ben had decided to take that impulsive mistake as a carte blanche….

He stumbled over his own feet, slamming his hip against the picnic table, his breath coming short.

“Ollie, hey, breathe with me, okay? Just breathe.” Ben knelt next to him, eyes still warm brown and concerned. He didn’t reach out to him, didn’t try to touch him. He just made himself smaller, and as Ollie clung to the table, the knot in his chest began to ease with each breath he matched to Ben’s.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, eyes filling with tears again. They dripped onto the hard packed dirt, joining dark brown spots. As his hand throbbed, he realized that he’d aggravated the cuts.

“It’s okay, shhh, it’s okay. Let me see your hand. Okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

Ollie shook his head, but he held out his hand anyway. “I did, but like, I didn’t mean to.” He glanced at Ben, who was inspecting it closely. He wiped his face with his good hand, and admitted sheepishly, “I punched a school mirror.”

Ben glanced up, and grinned. “Badass,” he teased, approvingly. Ollie shrugged awkwardly, and looked back to the water.

“I got denied a scholarship because I’m an Omega,” he said softly, and Ben went still. His big hand still enveloped Ollie’s with gentle warmth.

“I’m sorry.”

Ollie nodded, taking deep breaths. “I don’t know what to do. I spent my whole life living one way, and now…” he shrugged helplessly.

Ben let go of his hand, slowly standing up straight. “It doesn’t look broken, but you will be feeling that.” He paused, then sighed. “I can’t say I know how you feel, personally, but-” he broke off, pain spasming his face. “M-my boyfriend, was an Omega. He was murdered. So, I kind of get it.” He shoved his hands deep into his cargo pockets, and Ollie felt his eyes well up for the Omega.

Ben cleared his throat. “You remind me of him, have I told you that? He was small, he hated it, but I always told him it was so he could fit perfectly against my chest and I could rest my chin on his head.” He stared hard into the dirt, his throat moving. “In the end, it didn’t matter.” His face spasmed into a smile several times before one finally stuck, and he looked up at Ollie. “You need to get back, or you still need to blow some steam off?”

Ollie hesitated, shifting away, his shoulders going back up. “Ummm-”

Ben raised his hands in a peaceful gesture. “No, God, sorry. Skateboard. It helps.” He held up his board, and Ollie looked at it. He’d never skateboarded before.

“Sure, why not. And if I die, I die.” He decided.

Ben snorted. “I’m not sure if that’s the mentality you want, but hey. I’ll make sure you’ll fall in the grass. Can’t have the Doc on my ass about breaking his baby.”

Ollie’s cheeks went hot, but he frowned. Juls. He needed to talk to him later. They had to figure this stuff out. Hewitt’s words, “your, and his career, or your relationship” echoed in his head, making his heart sink.

He shook his head, slapping his hands against his cheeks. He wasn’t going to think about it. He was going to get on a board suspended by four wheels and try not to die.

An hour later, he was soaked in sweat as he flopped onto the grass dramatically. “I can’t do it. I wasn’t intended to be off the ground.” He complained, and Ben laughed, flipping the board up and catching it.

“You’re a wimp, is what you are. My God, Ollie. What the fuck was that last try?” He shook his head, frowning, but his lips were twitching as he fought a smile.

“That was me being dragged down by gravity. It’s not my fault I have a fat ass.” Ollie informed him, propping himself on his elbows.

Ben snorted, lowering himself onto the ground. “That pancake is struggling enough without you blaming your shit balance on it. When’s the last time you got your inner ears examined?”

Ollie opened his mouth to reply when his phone rang. He’d left it on the picnic table. He got up, jogging to it. He looked at it. Juls. He took a deep breath.

“Hello?” He asked softly.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you? Haven’t heard from you today, just wanted to check in.”

Ollie closed his eyes. Juls voice was warm, soft, comforting. It was home. “Sorry. I had a really bad day. I’m at Sunset Cove with Ben. He’s teaching me how to skateboard.”

Juls was quiet for a long moment. “What happened? Like last time? Do you need me?”

Ollie sighed, hopping up onto the table. “Kind of? And yes, but don’t worry. I’ll come to you soon. Basically, I got denied a scholarship because I’m an Omega and we’re dating.”

Ollie could hear Juls’ sharp inhale and bit his lip. What if Juls decided to break up with him? What if Juls didn’t want to stay with him?

“Those fucks. God damn it. Okay, here’s what we do. I have a packet of like, law shit we can go through that I keep. Adam has it filed under “Fuckface McGees” in our filing cabinet. Between me and Bethany, we’ll probably be able to find enough stuff for you to build a good discrimination case, and my ex FWB is a lawyer, so that’ll be easy. No, I won’t blow him for legal fees, but he’ll be decent about it. And fuck, if they want to involve me, they better be ready, because you know how much of a bitch I can be and-”

“I love you,” Ollie blurted. Juls’ rant came to a screeching halt. Ollie blushed even though Juls couldn’t see him. “Thank you, Juls. I don’t deserve you.” His eyes welled up again, damn it.

“Of course you do, baby. You deserve the world,” Juls said softly, and Ollie closed his eyes. He could imagine Juls’ hands on him, petting his hair, his lips soft against his skin.

“I kissed Ben. I was mad, and I kissed him because I was feeling defective, but it felt wrong and weird and nothing like how it is to kiss you, because you feel like home.” He said it in a rush, as if hoping that maybe, Juls wouldn’t focus on the “I kissed Ben” part.

Juls cleared his throat. “We’ll come back to that. And no, I’m not mad, but we do have to talk about you kissing other men willy-nilly-”

“I do not! It was just Ben! And like I said, it was weird!” Ollie shot back hotly.

“Gee, what a ringing endorsement,” Ben cut in dryly, and Ollie’s gaze shot to him. This time he blushed beet red, wincing.

Over the phone, Juls laughed. “You keep scandalizing my security guard, Ollie, and he won’t let me into the building. Look, we’ll talk later, I have to bully Adam into finding the McGee file. Come home soon. Adam is going to bring home tacos.”

“If we’re going to live together one of us is going to have to learn to cook.”

“I nominate you. I can buy you a pink ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron.” Juls paused. “On second thought, I’ll probably get you one anyway and when I’m done fucking you over the counter, we can get delivery.”

Ollie shivered, then cleared his throat. He did not want to get an erection around Ben. He glanced at him, and saw he was texting on his phone, his brows furrowed in a tight, angry frown.

“We have a lot to talk about, but I love you, Juls. I really, really love you.” He said softly, turning back to look at the water.

“I love you, baby. It’ll be okay. You’ll see. When you going to be home?”

Ollie glanced at the clock on the phone. He heard the sound of a motorcycle as he held the phone up to his ear. “In about an hour? Gotta drive back, say hi to my mom, and then swing by. Oh, and she wants you to come to my Grandmom’s birthday party.”

“Old ladies love me. It’s a hard burden to bear. See you soon, love.”

Ollie hung up, and turned back to Ben, who was still on his phone. His body was tense, his lip almost gnawed bloody. “Ben?”

Ben looked up, opening his mouth to speak, when his gaze skittered over Ollie’s shoulder. “No, go away, I’m serious.”

“Wha-” Ollie started, then froze as that damp, musty Scent wrapped around him, like a heavy, suffocating blanket.

“Hello again, baby Slime. Good to see you. Remember me?” A hand, strong and warm, clamped on Ollie’s neck.

“Hi, bong water.” Ollie swallowed, but it got stuck in his throat. He tried to turn his head but the grip on his neck tightened.

“Still feisty. I like that.” Lee’s voice was silky smooth and made every hair on Ollie’s body stand on end in fear. Lee bent closer, his nose pressing behind Ollie’s ear, his breath warm and smelling like mint. “Fear’s an interesting smell on you, Slime,” he said softly.

His hand left Ollie’s neck, and Ollie sucked in a deep breath. Lee came around, going towards Ben. Ben somehow got even more stiff as Lee gripped his neck. The gesture was strangely intimate. Lee smiled at Ben, a smile that made Ollie catch his breath as his gut twisting into knots. Run.

“Hi, baby. Thought you could give me the slip? Hmm? This where you’ve been running off too? Playing with baby Omegas?” Lee’s voice was still silky, but his eyes. They were bright red. His forearm flexed as he gripped Ben harder, making him wince.

The sun seemed to get colder as Ollie glanced behind him at his car, and slipped off the picnic table. He held still for a moment, then turned and sprinted off. Ben was an Alpha. He’d be okay. Surely.

A crack and suddenly pain punched through him, so sharp and unexpected that he was left breathless. It radiated from just under his right shoulder blade, throwing him off balance. Hitting the ground hard, he desperately gasped for air, but his lungs were in shock. He dragged himself forward, grasping for the wheel in front of him. Another, sharper, blow to his temple, and everything went black.

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Ben flinched as Liam pistol whipped Ollie unconscious. The taser coils stretched between them and Ollie. Once he was sure he was knocked out, Liam slid his sleeve down to cover his hand and yanked the prongs out, making Ben wince. He holstered the taser in the hidden holster on the small of his back. Ben knew that there were knives stashed all around his body at any given time. His hand was still on Ben’s neck. Surely, after all these years, he should have an imprint of Liam’s hand on his neck? On his skin?

Liam looked at him, his hand sliding down from his neck to his chin, gripping it hard, jerking Ben to face him. “How many Omegas do I have to break before you get it through your thick skull?” He growled, eyes red, lip curled in a sneer.

Ben’s heart pounded, his breath coming in short pants. “None, you already broke-” he cut off as Liam punched him across the mouth. His lip split as pain seared him. Liam’s hand kept him from being able to escape the rough, brutal, hate-filled kiss.

Liam bit into his lip, ripping at the split, making blood run down their chins. His tongue was punishing as it stroked into Ben’s mouth, tasting him, tasting the blood. Liam ended the kiss as quickly as he’d started it, moving his hand to grip Ben’s throat. “Never, mention that whore to me,” he said softly, eyes filled with rage and hate. He looked down at Ollie, who was unconscious and bleeding. “They’re disgusting. Barely any good for sticking your cock into. This one’s pretty, though.” He kicked Ollie’s ankle, looking at Ben carefully. Ben kept his face neutral, even though the warm trickle of blood made him want to retch.

Liam scoffed. “Too bad he’s swapping slime with another Omega. I’d be able to sell him for higher, but who knows where he’s been. It’s always better when they’re fresh.” He commented idly. Then shrugged. He looked at Ben again. “Grab him. Put him in the back.” He looked down at his phone. “And you’re lucky I’m busy today. You seem to have forgotten your place and who you belong too. If I had the time, I’d make more than just that slutty mouth of yours bleed.” Liam sighed and Ben felt a cold sweat break out on his body. Liam bent over Ollie’s body, rifled through his pockets, and pulled out his car keys. He threw them at Ben, and strolled off, back to his motorcycle. He glanced at Ben. “You know what to do. And don’t even try anything.”

Ben felt a hand on his shoulder, and glanced over to see Shawn and Jesse grinning at him, their gazes red. Liam started his bike, roaring off. Shawn smirked. “You heard the boss. Put the Slime in Jesse’s trunk.” Ben walked over to Ollie’s prone body, picking him up gently. He followed Jesse and Shawn to Jesse’s Audi R8 Spyder. Ben always thought that for someone who does like eight illegal things a day, Jesse’s car wasn’t that practical. It was yellow for God’s sake. He popped the trunk, and lay Ollie on the floor of the car, slipping Ollie’s phone into his underwear, praying they wouldn’t find it. He stood up, slamming the trunk closed, tucking Ollie’s car keys into his pocket. While Jesse and Shawn drove Ollie to the drop site, he’d have to figure out what to do with Ollie’s car.

As he made to turn around to go back to the SUV, a hand on his hip made him freeze. Jesse pressed up against him, his breath hot against Ben’s ear and tinged with weed. “Lee might have been too busy, but I’m not, Benny boy,” he whispered, and Ben didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. He was already miles away in his own head. In a sun filled meadow, dandelions tickling his skin, the scent of dirt and flowers in the air. Back in the meadow, the last place he’d been happy.

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Julian hesitated outside of the History Department. He didn’t know if he should do this. Was it too intrusive? Was it too forward? Would it just cause problems? He didn’t know. Honestly, he was making this up as he went along.

Exhaling, he strode forward, looking more confident than he felt. It took him a few moments and few smiles and questions, but then he was standing outside Dr. Reginald Hewitt’s office. The door was half open, and Julian knocked on it. A handsome man of an indeterminate age glanced up from his computer, and blinked at Julian. He was blond, with a scruffy, but still neat, beard and a sweater that looked much more homey than Julian was expecting. He stood, and Julian took that as a sign he could come in.

“Dr. Hewitt, I presume? Oliver talks about you a lot. He loves your classes.” Julian said, putting his hand out to the other professor, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say.

Hewitt did a double take, then shook Julian’s hand. “I’m glad to hear that. He’s a wonderful addition to my classes. I must admit, I’m surprised to see you here.” He gestured and they both sat.

“Me, personally, or…”

Hewitt steepled his fingers. “Well, a bit of both. And I must admit, I am hopeful now that I know exactly which professor Oliver was rumored to have been having relations with.”

Julian raised a brow. “How so?”

Hewitt smiled a little. “I was afraid that it was Jefferson.”

Julian winced. Stanley Jefferson did have the unfortunate perchance for sleeping with coworkers and several former students. Nothing was concrete, but he had definitely been eyeballed by the ethics board. “No, like Oliver probably told you, we did not meet through any academic sources.”

“How did you meet?” Hewitt asked curiously.

Julian smiled a little. “I’d prefer that stay between me and Oliver. And I am here because I wanted to discuss with you if you will be willing to join my lawsuit against Haven University or if you are siding with them.”

Hewitt’s gaze widened in shock. “You’re pursuing legal avenues?”

Julian smiled, a sharp little thing that spoke louder than words. He pulled out a file, his half of the McGee file, and placed it on the desk between them. “I know that you’re a Beta, so let me be clear. According to Article 417-1G, no one can be refused funding, be that loan, scholarship, what have you, based on Rank. In the instance that Rank becomes known, and funding lost, that is punishable by a fine, up to three hundred thousand dollars, depending on severity. And under Title XIV, parental leave cannot be used against anyone of any Rank, especially at a university, whose funding is determined by the City and therefore have access to parental leave funding, should the need arise.” Julian paused, tapping the manila folder, raising a brow. “Shall I go on, or do you get the picture?”

Hewitt stared at the folder thoughtfully. “I am so glad that at least one of us is educated enough to be able to stand up to it. I was worried that it would simply be a case where they toe the line on paper, and therefore cannot be held accountable.”

Julian scoffed. “Ollie’s grades are perfect, our relationship is serious and committed, and he has not provided any other reason to be denied funding.”

Hewitt looked up at that. “Serious? How serious?”

Julian’s heart fluttered in his chest. “I do believe that I will be asking him to marry me not too far in the future,” he said softly, looking away, praying that he wasn’t blushing.

Hewitt cleared his throat. “May I be the first to congratulate you both. I’m glad you stopped by today. Give Oliver my regards, please? I want him to know that I am on his side.”

Julian nodded, and stood. He tapped the folder again. “Keep this. Don’t do anything with it until I get more ducks in a row, but do familiarize yourself with it. I’ll keep you updated.”

Hewitt also stood, holding out his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate this, more than I can express.”

Julian shook the older man’s hand firmly, and exited the office. As he trotted down the stairs, he pulled out his phone, hesitating as his finger hovered over Ollie’s number. Fuck it. He hit dial and held it up to his ear, listening to it ring. When it went to voice mail, something in him rankled. Ollie was with Ben. He’d kissed Ben.

Julian paused, hanging up, and rolled his eyes at himself. So what if Ollie kissed Ben? Julian had kissed at least nineteen Bens over the course of his slut era. Kissing Bens weren’t an issue, and since Ollie admitted to it, there would be no issue. As he strolled to his car, because damn if he was staying on campus any longer when he had to bribe Adam to bring home tacos, he pondered the option that he and Ollie could kiss Bens together. He didn’t see why not. He’d had plenty of threesomes before. Having an Alpha fuck him while he fucked Ollie…

Julian sighed wistfully. It wasn’t that he hated topping. The opposite, now that he’d had sex with Ollie. But, there were times when he longed to have his hole stretched around a fat, thick Alpha cock.

As he got in his car, he mused whether Ollie might be up to topping. Julian had done a lot of leading, as the student-teacher aspect of their romance had been titillating. But now that he was contemplating keeping his baby Omega forever… well. It was worth thinking about.

His phone rang as he pulled out of the parking lot. He glanced, and saw that it was Les. He accepted it, and Les’s voice rang out over the Bluetooth speaker. “Hi, lover. I need you to bully Adam into accepting my calls. It’s urgent.”

Julian snorted. “There is not a single thing I can do to make that mountain man do anything he doesn’t want to do. What’s so urgent?”

“Well, tell him I’m pregnant and see how fast he calls me,” Les grumbled.

“Yeah, no I’ll be left doing CPR, which means mouth to mouth and I don’t know if I can control myself,” Julian teased.

“Whore. Anyway, just, get him to call me. And Quinn is having a posh little house party, and invited me, and I wanted to know if you’ll be my plus one.”

Julian thought back to who Quinn was. Ah. Silvery blond haired Beta twink with a pet Alpha. “Should be fun. Can I plus one someone?”

Les made a rude noise that was part sex sound and part purr. “Only if this someone is that sexy little Omega of yours.”

Julian laughed and just hung up, not even dignifying that with a response. He pulled into his parking space, grabbing his phone. Want to go to a house party with my friends? He texted Ollie. He waited as it sent, but it didn’t show read. He frowned. Weird.

He shrugged and got out of the car, going through the security office. Some other guy was there, not Ben, which was fortunate given Julian had spent a solid ten minutes thinking about how much he and Ollie would enjoy playing with an Alpha together. He waved to the security guy, and went on his way to his apartment. It was empty, but then again, Ollie said he was stopping by Rebecca’s. Oh well.

Dropping his stuff by the door, he loosened his tie, and went to the table where the mail was. Adam had likely stopped by, but where he’d gone off too, who knew. Flipping through the envelopes, Julians saw it was nothing but bills. Ugh. Adulting sucked.

He tossed it down for Adam to deal with, shedding his clothes on his way to the shower. Maybe, he’d float the idea of Ollie topping tonight. He smiled. He really was living the good life, wasn’t he? Gorgeous boyfriend and imminent tacos. What more could he ask for?

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Ollie jolted awake, his breath coming in sharp gasps around the pain in his chest. His whole body hurt. Like he’d been hit by a truck. He couldn’t make himself move, didn’t want to open his eyes as he started to remember. His heart pounded, sending shock waves of pain through his body as his lungs clamped down.

He dug his fingers into the ground beneath him, and realized that it was fuzzy. Carpet? No. It didn’t feel like any carpet in a house. Which meant…car. He was in a car, but wasn’t moving. How long had he been out? Had they left Sunset Cove? If he got out now, could he make a run for it?

Shifting, eyes still closed, he stretched out a little more, searching to see how much space he had. It was cramped. So, not his trunk. His trunk could fit Benji, Ty, and Avril if she curled up. Don’t ask. He wasn’t a car guy, like James, who could tell a car make and model at fifty paces. But what he could tell was that it didn’t feel like a ton of space. So maybe a luxury car? He could barely stretch out his legs. And there was something pressing hard into his balls, which really didn’t make the situation better.

Before he could wiggle a hand down his pants to investigate what the fuck was in there, the trunk popped open, and he froze, praying they didn’t see where his hand was. He heard a cold, gravelly laugh, making his hair stand on end.

A rough hand gripped his hair, yanking his head back at an angle that made him whimper in pain.

“What’s your hand doing, Omega?” The voice purred. Ollie couldn’t see who spoke, but as another hand pawed at his thigh, trying to spread them, he shuddered.

“I’m going to throw up,” he croaked, and realized that he wasn’t lying. The hand on his thigh slid too high, and the pain and terror condensed into him puking his guts out where he lay.

The Alpha gripping his hair shouted out a string of curses, ripping his hand away, shaking it vigorously, and Ollie heaved himself onto his hands and knees, stomach roiling as he retched again. When he was done, he heard the Alphas yelling at each other.

“-hat the fuck!? What am I going to do now? My car is totally ruined!!!”

“Shut up you cuck, it’s not ruined. If we could get blood out of it, we can get some Omega puke. Besides, it’s Lee’s fault. He tased him hard. Of course, he was going to vomit.”

“You didn’t help, you know that Lee wants first taste.” Ollie’s skin crawled as the Alpha huffed out an annoyed breath. They seemed distracted, and the trunk was still open. He dragged himself up to the lip of the trunk. His back ached horribly, but that was a problem for later. He saw the Alphas were standing a little ways away from him, and that they seemed to be in a warehouse of some kind. Concrete floors and exposed steel beams.

It took some doing, but he heaved himself out of the trunk, managing to land as quietly as he could. It really didn’t help that his muscles decided now was a great time to become soft and shaky. While he really didn’t have the time, he took a minute to look around again. They were at the entrance, but the trunk was facing inside. And honestly, there was no way he was going to be able to get to the entrance and make any headway before they grabbed him. His muscles really weren’t up to the task. So front entrance, that was a no go.

In front of him was a clear space, but like fifty feet away, bins, barrels, crates, and containers were looming shadows in the darkness. Okay. Okay he could work with this.

Peeking at the Alphas, who were still talking quietly, he gave himself a quick pat down. What was in his pants??

Digging his hand into his underwear, he pulled out his phone. Holy fuck. His breath caught in his throat. Ben. He must have put it there. Fucking hell. Ollie switched it to silent and peeled the case off, then took his shoes off, placing them carefully. With one last look around, he avoided the vomit, and slithered under the car. Then, taking a deep, shaking breath, he flung the case out into the open space. Its hard body skittered across the concrete like the world’s best skipping stone.

The Alphas instantly broke off their discussion, and ran around the car. “Fuck! Fuck! He’s making a run for it!! And he’s got a fucking phone! Call Lee, I’ll go find him.”

The bigger Alpha took off after the phone case, scooping it up, and plunging into the shadows of the containers. The smaller Alpha, the one who was mad about his car, spun around, and Ollie watched his legs move towards the entrance. The shrieking gears of the doors lowering weren’t optimal, but hell. They didn’t know where he was.

He kept watching as the smaller Alpha turned and jogged off towards the right, towards a two-story office area. He rounded the corner, and Ollie heard the door pull shut. He shimmied back, coming from under the car near the front. Something had dragged against his skin, and it rubbed his back raw. Still on hands and knees, he glanced at the darkened containers, then towards what looked like some sort of conveyer belt loading thing. Lots of metal, lots of nooks and crannies. Only issue, he’d have to crawl past the office thing that the smaller Alpha had gone into.

Creeping forward, he noticed that only the second floor had windows, kind of like an overseer station. And it had blinds, and only the faintest glow of light. Honestly, if he stuck close to the wall, he would be in the blind spot. Taking a deep breath, he crept along the metal door, then hugged the wall as he paused, glancing at the darkness. The bigger Alpha wasn’t anywhere he could see. And the smaller Alpha hadn’t seemed to have seen him yet.

Gathering his feet under him, Ollie exhaled sharply, put in an all-systems go to his shaking muscles, and shot forward as fast as he could. He ran like a newborn foal, but at least he was up and moving. As he reached the edge of the offices, he dropped to his knees, letting himself slide the last twenty feet to where a forklift sat. Scrabbling, he ducked behind it, breathing hard, sweat beading his brow, his muscles informing him that he was not doing that kind of exertion again unless he fancied passing out.

When he could breathe without wheezing, he held his breath, listening. No sound of alarm. Big Boi was somewhere on the other side of the warehouse still. If he got his hands on something sharp or heavy, he’d be in better shape. And he needed to find a place to wedge himself so he could call… the cops maybe? Would they care about an Omega who’d been kidnapped? You’d think, but honestly, he would be better off calling James.

Finally feeling less like he might pass out if he moved, he darted forward, diving into the metal and electronic maze of the loading conveyor belt thing. As he squeezed himself through the spaces and crawled around with the dust bunnies, Ollie couldn’t help but think that maybe he should have gone to the gym with Jax more. After the eighth time he smacked his shin on something metal, he made a promise to himself that if he lived through this, he would never bitch about cardio ever again.

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Ben stood in the office above the lounge, looking through the blinds. He watched as Ollie sprinted across the open space, and his lips twitched a little. Good boy. He lost sight of him when he crawled under the conveyor belt, which is just as well, because Jesse was stomping up the stairs, swearing under his breath.

He paused, frowning, then demanded, “Fuck, you’re up here? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Ben shrugged, letting his gaze trail back to the maze of bins and crates. “You both seemed to have it under control. Shawn followed him pretty closely.” He lied, turning from the window. Jesse huffed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not like super worried. Mostly just pissed the Slime puked on my baby. Fuck. When’s Lee coming?”

Ben’s gaze darted to the clock on the wall. “Should be any time now. Besides, you know you can’t reach him while he’s on his bike.”

Jesse made a disgusted sound, going to the window, peering through the blinds. “Fuck, can barely see through these filthy things. Whatever. Hope that when Shawn finds him, he won’t break him too much. Can’t sell used Omegas for top dollar, after all.”

Ben’s skin crawled, going numb. But he said nothing. His silence must have provoked Jesse, because his golden gaze flicked to him, and his cruel lips curved in a smile that made Ben’s stomach clench in fear. But all he did was casually reach out a hand, gripping Ben’s ass hard. Ben fought the flinch, but wasn’t successful. “You can get more for a used Omega than a used Alpha, though,” he commented, his voice maliciously teasing. He squeezed again, making Ben’s sticky underwear press against his skin in a way that nearly made him vomit.

A door downstairs opened, and Jesse dropped his hands. He turned and Ben took a second to brace his hands against the thin windowsill, fighting down the vomit and rage and pain.

“Lee! Up here!” Jesse called, jogging down the stairs. Ben heard them talk quietly, heard the thud of Liam’s helmet. He turned his head at the sound of Liam’s heavy boots on the stairs. He was peeling his gloves off, his face composed.

“So we have a wild Omega. How annoying. I’ll probably have to ask for two thousand less when I’m done with him,” he said idly, going over to Ben, cupping his neck. His touch was light, soft, caressing, and to Ben, this felt so much worse than the rough grip Liam usually used.  

“I think you can still ask for more. He’s only been with another Omega, so he’s not stretched out.” He felt his mouth say. When Liam’s hand tightened around his neck, he flinched.

But Liam only pulled him into a kiss that was way too tender and intimate. Ben hated it. Hated it so much. Liam broke the kiss, and gave him a smirk. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around. Okay. How’s this,” he glanced at Jesse, who had his arms crossed. He looked more annoyed than Ben felt he had any reason to be.

Liam either didn’t notice or didn’t care about whatever got Jesse’s hackles up. “M-O-22-1H, AV. How’s that?” He asked, gaze on Jesse as the other Alpha begrudgingly took out his phone, typing it.

Ben swallowed as he translated: 22-year-old male Omega, has had only one Heat, and hasn’t taken Alpha cock yet. He hated how Liam and his group had mastered the way of making the Omegas they shipped sound like nothing more than a crate full of product. No one ever questioned those numbers on the invoice.

“That would work. Might even get some bidding action because of the one Heat. The Suits love that shit. Means he’s trainable.” Jesse acknowledged, and Ben turned his face away.

“I might actually have a buyer in mind. Allure still taking Omegas?”

“Sure, but like, it’ll cost more on our end for the staging. They’re fussy about that shit.”

“Maybe, but the return investment is better than trying to list him for a private buyer. And through Allure, we still get a cut when they put him into the mill system.”

“That’s true.” Jesse was quiet for a long time, then, “I forgot a condom.”

Ben had a split-second warning before his cheek exploded in pain. He staggered back, only to lose his footing as Liam, lightening quick, had his baton out and extended, cracking it behind Ben’s knees.

He went down, hitting the heavy office desk on the way down. Fingers in his hair, yanking him back up, and Liam squatted above him, gaze golden red, lips curled. “You’re such a disgusting whore.” He spat in Ben’s face, then slammed his head into the side of the desk again. “Can’t keep your legs from spreading for every Alpha, huh? You’re no better than an Omega. And Jesse?” Ben didn’t take his gaze off of Liam’s, and Liam kept his gaze trained on Ben.

“Y-yeah?” Jesse’s voice quavered a little, more than Ben had ever heard.

Liam shifted, and Ben heard Jesse grunt in pain, and knew that Liam had got him with his baton. “Stop touching what’s mine. You know I hate when my fuckholes are loose.” His hand left Ben’s hair, trailing down his spine, to grab his ass, fingers digging in. Ben bit his lip so hard it bled, but he didn’t whimper. His pants squelched softly, and Liam’s lip curled. “And forgetting a condom? Leaving him sloppy and wet? If you’re going to fuck my toys at least be sneaky about it. Clean up your mess.”

Ben was hauled to his feet, and bent over the desk. He exhaled, closing his eyes, letting everything fade away.

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He hadn’t answered.

Julian frowned at his phone, sparkling wine in his other hand that he pretended to sip. He kept refreshing the notification center, to no avail. What the fuck? It had been over an hour. He never thought he was that boyfriend, but honestly. Ollie was good about having his phone on him, and good at replying to texts.

“Juls! Why are you skulking in a corner!”

Julian looked up, smiling wanly at Les, who was dressed in a red floor-length dress that had a sort of sheen to it. His rich olive skin seemed to glow in the mood lighting of Quinn’s high-rise apartment, and the thigh-high slit and deep back plunge put more of it on display than Julian had ever seen off stage.

“Sorry, long day of bureaucratic meetings.” He lied, tucking his phone away. He slammed back the wine, and went over to where Les was standing by the full length wall of window. He was standing next to another man in a dress, who Julian recognized instantly. Holy fuck.

He blinked, star struck, as Heart smiled his signature smile, holding his hand out. “Hello, darling. I can see you recognize me. How do you know Quinn?”

Julian took his hand, unsure if he was supposed to kiss it or shake it. He opted to kiss it, and Heart laughed, a silvery, musical sound. “Les introduced us,” he managed.

Heart shifted his black shimmering cashmere shawl, letting it fall off his shoulders, revealing that the entire dress was held up by a thin string clasped around his neck. The fabric draped scandalously across his pecs, which were swollen and pink, indicating impending Heat. Heart coming out as an Omega had been a big deal. Like, one of the biggest deals. It was early days yet, but he was the front man of introducing and implementing unisex Omega-friendly workplace policies.

Calling upon his scattered braincells, he sucked in a deep breath, saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Omegas everywhere have needed a voice.”

“And he truly has such a beautiful one,” Les teased, and Heart snorted, swatting him with his clutch.

“Shut up, Les. And honestly, it’s been a lot of trial and error. So I’m glad to hear my efforts are worthwhile.” He gave Julian a soft, commiserating smile, and Julian’s throat got tight as his phone stayed silent.

A huge, and that was no exaggeration, Alpha came over, holding a little tray of canapes. He smiled at Julian quickly, then ducked his head to press his face to the top of Heart’s head, nuzzling his expertly styled bun and curls. Julian watched, fascinated, as Heart melted into his partner’s arms. Heart lifted a hand, wrapping it affectionately around the Alpha’s tie, just holding the fabric twined around his long, slim fingers. The couple had a conversation with their eyes, a lift of the corner of their lips, and soft exhales. A language all their own.

As he watched them, Julian’s heart ached. He wanted that. That love, that trust, that connection with Ollie. He wanted to be able to go to faculty parties and hold his lover close, like it was the most natural thing in the world, instead of a hotly contested social issue.

He felt a hand on his elbow, and he started out of his trance, glancing up at Les, smiling sadly. But Les wasn’t looking at him. And the hand on his elbow, which had been comforting, had grown tight, painful. And Julian knew the reason without even turning around. Adam had finally stopped being a coward.

He turned, ignoring Les’s hissing, and saw his wayward roommate standing near the open kitchen, his honey blond hair styled, his body immaculately filling out his casual suit. He was standing very carefully, gaze and body language angled precisely at the Alpha and Beta he was talking to. Julian saw that it was their hosts, Quinn and Floris, with Floris mixing a drink while Quinn sat on the barstool, looking elegant and refined in his button up shirt.

Under the sheer power of their combined gazes, Adam finally took a lull in the conversation to glance over. His gaze fell on Julian, and he gave a small smile, but then his gaze flashed up, and was caught. Les caught his breath, his hand now shaking on Julian’s elbow.

“That fucking bastard,” he muttered, his voice breaking.

Julian opened his mouth to, what he didn’t know, because as soon as he did, his phone started to ring. Every other thought in his head fled as he disentangled himself from Les’s grasp and escaped to the balcony outside. It was lightly misting, but he didn’t even care as he pulled his phone out and answered it, heart in his throat.

“Baby, God, you scared me. Why didn’t you text me?”

There was silence on the other side, with a crinkling of static, like the connection wasn’t great. Then, a soft, weak voice whispered, “Please. Help us.”

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He was never going to be critical of superhero/spy movies ever again. He couldn’t feel his ass, his shins were so bruised they were numb, and he had had the urge to sneeze for the last however many minutes, and it was excruciating to hold it back. It was like the inverse feeling of edging.

Exhaling slowly, Ollie peeped around the leg of the metal thingy he was crouched behind. He’d crawled through the horrendous maze of conveyor belts (note, if he ever got out of this, he’d leave a sternly worded message to the warehouse’s cleaning staff), and was now hunched next to a worryingly tall metal shelf that was filled with boxes that didn’t look like they’d been stacked properly. Big Boi was pawing through boxes and barrels on the other side, and from where he was, it looked like there was another office space ahead of him, which hopefully had either a lock, an exit, or at least a sturdy chair he could wedge under the knob so he could call James.

With his ears straining for any sound, he crept forward, hands and knees, moving towards the hulking shape of the office. He was so preoccupied by looking around, that he didn’t see jutted edge of the shelf before he high-powered crawled right into it. Pain slapped him upside the head, and he saw sparks of light as his vision wavered. Even worse, his body weight against the jutted edge caused the shelf to screech as it seemed to sway. Ollie shoved himself back, scooting as far away from the creaking shelf as he could. He nearly went ass first into an open barrel, before wriggling between them and squatting on the pallet.

Something wet and sticky dripped down his chin, and he ignored it, barely able to breathe as he heard the heavy foot falls of the Big Alpha echo.

“Where are you, you stupid little shit?” He growled, the sound pinging the fight/flight instinct in Ollie’s stomach, making him press a hand over his mouth.

He held still, listening as the Alpha snuffled around, like a feral bear, growling out curses and promises that made Ollie’s back break out in a cold sweat. The Alpha’s footsteps got louder, and Ollie couldn’t breathe. Soon he’d be right on him, and Ollie knew that he would be able to smell him this close.

He groped around for anything, anything, he could use if he got find. His fingers closed over the cold steel lid of the drum he’d nearly wedged himself inside. It was heavy, and probably not the best shape, but it was steel. He could at least smack a bitch around a bit.

No sooner than he’d hefted the lid to his chest, the Alpha laughed, a menacing sound that made him tense his legs underneath him.

“Awww, trying to be a good boy and prepackage yourself?” The Alpha taunted, as he started shoving drums out of his way. Ollie tried to make his body stop shaking, but all too soon, the drum he was hunched behind was shoved over, and his shirt front was in the meaty hand of the Alpha, who’s eyes glittered a dangerous red gold. He bared his teeth at Ollie. “Found you, you cun-”

Ollie slammed the lid into the Alpha’s ribs, cutting him off. The Alpha grunted in pain, his grip loosening, and Ollie kicked out hard, catching the Alpha in the knee cap. He doubled over, and Ollie raised the lid and brought it down, hard, on the Alpha’s head, sending him fully to the ground.

On shaky legs, he staggered away, fingers clenched around the lid. He felt like he might be leaving impressions of his fingernails in the metal. He stumbled over something, looked down, and saw a crowbar. Oh, hell yes.

Chucking the drum lid behind him, he scooped up the crowbar, and booked it to the office. He could already hear the Alpha starting to recover.

He body slammed into the door at full speed, and jiggled the doorknob. Fuck. Locked. He couldn’t even stop to think, he just wedged the crowbar between the door jamb and door and shoved. The wood splintered, and he ripped the door open. The office beyond was dark and smelled bad. Like worse than just stale air. Covering his face, grimacing, he shoved the door closed, leaning against it as he let his eyes adjust to the gloom. There was a filing cabinet, a desk, a chair, some old electronics, and another door.

He grabbed the filing cabinet, yanking it over, wincing at the loud crash. It wasn’t like the Alpha didn’t know where he was.

Just as he thought that, the door gave a horrendous thud, shuddering in its frame. Scrambling, heart beating so hard he almost couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, he went to the other door, opening it, and slipping inside, hoping that the Alpha would be distracted searching for him in the first room. As he leaned against the door, the smell somehow even worse now, his hand fumbled with the door lock, clicking it shut. The slamming was muffled now, and he closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing.

He turned, keeping his eyes on the door, pulling his phone out awkwardly with one hand, because he was never letting go of his crowbar. He took maybe eight steps back when he tripped over something that sloshed his feet and sent him stumbling back. He hit into something metal hard, making whatever it was rattle and something scuttle.

He froze, staring at the door in front of him, heart in his throat, stomach twisted. It took almost all his courage to turn his head, to look to see what he’d A) stepped in and B) what had scuttled.

His feet were soaked with water from like a doggie dish. And what had scuttled was a dirty, wide eyed, terrified blond man. He had himself pressed against the other side of the…the.. dog crate he was in, arms wrapped around his body, legs pressed together tightly, shivering. And he wasn’t the only one.

Ollie let his gaze travel around the room. Twelve crates. Six had young men in similar states, all watching Ollie with hunted gazes. And beneath the stink of their sweat, Ollie could smell something sweet. Omega.

His stomach roiled and he fought back the bile as he shoved himself away from the crate, barely able to keep the keening cry that clawed at his throat quiet. His back his the door, only for him to be thrown forward as the door was wrenched from its hinges.

Thick fingers gripped his hair painfully, yanking him back as the Alpha snarled. “How thoughtful to prepackage yourself, slut, but the boss has a bone to pick with you. And when he’s done-” The threat hung in the air as he dragged Ollie out by his hair.

He started screaming then. Screaming and screaming, clawing at the hands that held him captive as the Alpha dragged him across the concrete. Blood and tears and snot ran into his mouth, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop fighting.

His gaze caught on the man, the boy, in the cage he’d run into. The boy watched him carefully, then held his phone up, his hand shaking. Ollie shuddered, then redoubled his efforts to break free. He had to stall. He had to get free. He had to help them.

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“The number you have dialed is not available. Please hang up or press 1 for more options.”

“Fuck!” Julian hissed, throwing his phone across the car, not caring where it landed. It didn’t matter. It was the same damn thing.

Car horns blared as he went through an intersection that had just turned red, switching lanes like he was auditioning for a cop movie. He had probably nearly wreaked the car a few times, but fuck, until he did, he wouldn’t care over much.

Please. Help us.

Those three words were on loop in his brain, the raw edge of pain and exhaustion in them. The scream in the background, faint, but enough to have made him vomit in Quinn’s potted plant before he’d managed to formulate words. He didn’t know the voice, didn’t know anything, except that Ollie had been unaccounted for for several hours, no longer had access to his phone, and was somewhere where there was screaming.

Julian had never known how he’d react when faced with an emergency. He’d always hoped that he’d be logical and in command. But that’s what everyone hoped for. The only thing he was logical about was that he needed to find Ollie. The only thing he was in command over was his gag reflex, which had been threatening him the last six sharp turns.

He exhaled slowly, relaxing his grip on the wheel marginally. He had a plan. Or rather, Quinn had had a plan, and Julian was doing his part of it. Part one, that had been calling the police. Part two, when the police had hung up because suspected missing persons weren’t a thing for 24 hours, Quinn’s Alpha, Floris, had quietly gotten his gun out of a safe. Part three, Adam and Les, Floris and Quinn, had gone in separate cars to start mapping out the last things Julian remembered Ollie saying about where he was. Part four, Julian’s part: go get Rebecca St. Cloud.

He pulled into the driveway of the sweet little house, hitting someone’s trashcan on the way. He barely had put the car in park before he was stumbling out of the car, engine idling, car door open as he stumbled across the lawn to the front stoop. He paused before knocking. One of these days, he thought bitterly, he’d show up at Rebecca’s house with a bottle of wine and all the time in the world.

He started banging on the door, not bothering to even search for the door bell. “Rebecca? Rebecca! It’s Julian, Ollie, someone took Ollie, please-”

The door was ripped open so fast that Julian staggered over the threshold and into the burly arms of James, Ollie’s older brother. His face was creased with concern, his grip a little too tight on Julian’s arms.

“What? Ollie? Who? When?” He demanded, setting Julian back on his feet before moving away to the house phone attached to the wall. Julian sagged back against the doorjamb, his exhausted gaze landing on the wide, shocked gazes of three of Ollie’s friends. He couldn’t remember their names, he just knew two of them, the brunet and the blond were Omegas. The blond one hopped over the edge of the couch, beelining to Julian, gripping his arm tightly.

“Ollie was taken?” He demanded, and after manhandling Julian with a surprisingly strong grip, got the door shut.

“Yes. I had plans for us to meet at a house party a friend was holding. He didn’t show, and I got worried, so I called him, and someone not him answered, said “help us please” and someone screamed.”

The silence that fell after was thick with shock and fear, as the other Omegas’ eyes got huge, and the blue haired Alpha’s gaze got dark with rage. Julian got hit with a powerful wave of the Scent of terrified Omega. James whirled around from where he’d been talking quietly into the phone, his eyes going wide as his nostrils flared as he Scented the air. Then his gaze shot to Julian’s.

“I called Mom, she’s coming. What steps have you already taken?” He demanded sharply, hanging the phone up.

“The people I was with, one was in security. They’ve already called police, but they said that we need to wait 24 hours before reporting Ollie missing.” Julian closed his eyes as the rage bubbled up again, making him shake.

The blond’s hand on his arm squeezed hard, grounding him back in the now. He opened his eyes again. “So right now, they’re tracing Ollie’s steps, while I was sent over here to tell Rebecca what happened.”

James came over, graceful and gentle, despite his size, and put an arm around Julian, leading him to the sofa. The brunette Omega and blue haired Alpha scooted over, and Julian’s knees went out from under him. The Omega crawled into his lap, his soft brown eyes big with worry. The blond kept hold of his arm, then shifted his grip to Julian’s neck. The contact, the familiar Scent of Omega underneath the sharp Scent of fear, and the strong Scent of protective Alpha, calmed his heart rate until Julian felt less like he was just reacting and more like he could finally breathe and think.

“Where had he been, last time you knew?” The blue haired Alpha asked quietly, leaning in.

“He was Sunset Cove. With Ben. An Alpha guard who works for my apartment complex. He was upset because he’d been denied funding because he’s an Omega and he’s dating me. He told me that he was going to swing by here before meeting me.” Julian paused, looking up at James. “He didn’t come here?” His voice cracked, and the blond’s grip tightened.

James’ face was murderous. “No. I haven’t seen him since breakfast.”

“Do you think that Ben could-”

The blond was interrupted by the door slamming open and in stormed Rebecca St. Clair. Her hair was wild, half out of the bun, and her expression was dark.

“-I don’t care what your policies are, my son is missing, and has been-” she paused as whoever was on the other end of the phone interrupted her. “Excuse me.” She said quietly, several times, never raising her voice. The ice in her tone made the hairs on the back of Julian’s neck stand up, and the blond rubbed his neck soothingly.

“As I was saying, my son is an Omega. He has already been harassed by a group of Alphas. I submitted the reports. Case 15324876. Yes, please search that. Now tell me that I need to wait for 24 hours.” Rebecca’s gaze finally locked on Julian, and she tipped the phone from her mouth, striding forward. She reached out, curling her hand around Julian’s head, and shoving his upturned face into her stomach, surrounding him with her calming laundry Scent, her strength, and Julian felt his breath catch in his throat.

“He’s an Omega. Of course we have a 1318-OM Waiver on file.”

Julian bit his lip. 1318-OM Waiver. A Right to Go Missing Waiver. Every Omega had one. Some Betas had started filing them at the DMV. There had been some backlash recently, mainly from Alphas, that even Omegas should be allowed to go off the grid without becoming a drain on police resources. Right.

“I don’t know why we’re still talking about this. Can you help me find my son or not?” Rebecca’s voice had no inflection, her hold on Julian’s head tightening.

After a long moment, she exploded out a curse that made Julian’s ears heat, and threw her phone across the room. James came up behind her, holding her shoulders tight.

She finally looked down at Julian. “What happened?” She asked, her voice soft, gentle, so different from how she was on the phone.

“He was at Sunset Cove with Ben. Ben Larson, Laurant, I don’t remember. He’s an Alpha. I always thought Ollie would be safe with him. He might be hurt too. I called Ollie, a lot, never reaching him, until I got a call, and it was someone else using his phone.” Julian grimaced, tasting bile in his mouth. “They were scared.”

Rebecca seemed to slowly collapse in on herself, held up only by James and the edge of the couch. She nodded slowly, her mouth trembling, tightening as she sucked in a sharp breath.

“So, he has been missing for, how many hours?”

“Three? Four?” Julian wasn’t sure what time it was. It felt like it had been years.

“He can still be in the city, then,” the blue haired Alpha said quietly, looking at Julian intently. “It sounds like he was in a building, not moving. The other voices, that means that there’s more victims, so a larger space to hold multiple people.”

“Omegas have been going missing.” The brunette blurted out, shifting on Julian’s lap, looking up at the blue haired Alpha. “Posters are in all the Omega spaces and on forums.” He shifted again, pulling out his phone. He typed quickly, then showed Julian and the others a forum talking about-

“Ty, I didn’t need to know that about you,” the blond Omega commented dryly, making Ty flush.

“Shut up, WebMD is all Alpha focused.” He shot back hotly.

James reached out and patted Ty on the head. “It’s okay little man. Alphas get knot rash too.”

Ty cleared his throat loudly. “ANYWAY. Look, on the side there.” He zoomed in on the side bar, where there were DMV photos of six young men, under the heading “HAVE YOU SEEN ME?”

The blond grabbed Ty’s phone, zooming in a bit more, then tapping quickly, scrolling. “All grabbed from public parks or public places. One, people had seen a yellow sports car in the area.” He looked up. “That’s something, right?”

Julian’s phone ringing startled everyone. Julian answered it so quickly he almost hung up again before getting it on speaker. “Hello?” He demanded, voice breaking.

“It’s Floris. We’re at Sunset Cove.” The Alpha’s voice was grim.

All the blood drained from Julian’s face. Spots danced in his vision. “What — is there — is he—”

“There’s no body or blood. There are several tire marks, a skateboard, and,” Floris hesitated. He cleared his throat. “A rubber bullet. It was kicked against the curb. Someone was definitely taken here. I’m sorry.”

“Can you send pictures of the tire marks?” James asked, his voice shaky, but his jaw was firm.

“Sure.” There was a long silence. During it, the blond Omega let go of Julian’s neck, pulling out his phone, stepping away from all of them. The blue-haired Alpha looked over at him, and stood. He moved to go to the Omega, but Ty grabbed his leg, shaking his head. Then Ty got up, and Julian missed his warmth instantly. Ty went over to the blond, and they started talking quietly.

His phone pinging startled him. Looking down, he saw Floris had sent the tire marks. He handed it to James, who frowned at them, his arm going around Rebecca’s waist so he could use his hand to look through the pictures.

“Floris?” He asked tentatively.

“Yes.” The reply was immediate and sharp.

“The first you sent me is a motorcycle. A Ducati Superleggera V4. Expensive. You don’t see a lot of those around Center City. There are a few specialized shops in the next county. As for this one-”

“I know where he is.”

The blond’s voice, hoarse, brittle, cut through James’ like a whip crack. Every head swiveled to where Ty was gripping the blond’s arm too tight, his knuckles white, and the blond was looking at Rebecca, shame and defiance in his eyes.

“I. I know where he is.” He said again, his voice breaking.

Rebecca stared at him, while Julian wasn’t sure if the rushing was in his ears or if the wind had decided to be dramatic. Probably his ears. “How?” He croaked.

The blond’s gaze flicked to him. “There’s. There’s an app. It’s.” He paused, licking dry lips, his mouth pinching at the corners. “It’s illegal. It’s like ‘Find my Phone,’ but for Omegas. Every Omega who has the app, it reads their GPS location of their phone, even if their location is off and privacy engaged. Only-only admins have access to the data map.”

The room fell silent for a long moment. Silent enough that they could hear Floris’ soft breathing over the phone.

The blue-haired Alpha stepped forward. “We’ll come back to the implications later. Let’s get Ollie. Where is he?” He demanded, and the blond relaxed, and now that the defiant energy had leeched out, he seemed even smaller.

“He’s in the warehouse district. I have the address.”

“And-” James’ voice was cold, ice. Pure enraged Alpha. Against his will, Julian shivered, bowing his head in submission. All the Omegas seemed to freeze, before Julian forced his head back up to look into James’ golden gaze. The gold held his, promising protection but more than that, vengeance.

“I know who owns this car. I detailed it two weeks ago. He paid in cash and bought new mats for the trunk.”

Silence fell. Then, over the phone, a new voice, lighter, softer, Quinn, said, “How do you all feel about committing a crime or three?”

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They had his phone. They could call for help. He could help them. But fuck, first he had to help himself. Big Boi had a really tight grip on his hair and while Ollie knew that he’d probably scratched his hand up bad, it didn’t seem to even phase the Alpha.

Cages. They had been in cages. Naked. Hurt. Frightened. Omegas. Cages.

Rage licked through his veins. Fuck this. Fuck this. He rocked his hip and flipped onto his stomach, the pull on his hair hard enough that he saw spots. But that didn’t matter. They wouldn’t put him in a cage. They would never put him in a cage. Big Boi noticed the change, paused, looking down. He lifted a foot, booting Ollie directly in the face. Stars danced in his vision, but he was ready. He grabbed Big Boi’s foot. And clawed his way up his leg.

Big Boi lost his balance, making him stagger. That let Ollie heave his legs around (Jesus Christ he was so going to the gym When he survived this not if not if he would he would he would) and clamp them around Big Boi’s leg.

“What, so eager to have me ruin that pretty hole of yours, Slime?” Big Boi snarled, his hand yanking Ollie’s head back agonizingly. His breath was hot and humid and sour and his eyes were that red tinged gold that made Ollie’s heart pound in his throat. Fingers pushed into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, and they were dirty, just as sour as that breath, petting his tongue, dragging the nail along the center. Bile rushed up, and he tried to bite down, but that hand, that huge hand, had caught his jaw, holding it still, while that finger pet his tongue.

“I bet Lee won’t mind if sampled the wares. After all,” those gold red eyes swept over Ollie, his lip curling in disgust and arousal, “you’re already a little banged up. What’s a few more bruises?”

Ollie grabbed the wrist, not to pull it out of his mouth, but to dig his nails in deep. Hard. The Alpha gritted his teeth against the pain, looking down at him, eyes red. “I like them when they fight back. Drugged stupid is fun too, because you can do whatever you want and they’ll say thank you. But when they fight back-” he pulled his finger out of Ollie’s mouth, and yanked him forward, pressing Ollie’s face against the denim of his crotch. The zipper dug into his cheek as he struggled, his hands now caught in that massive hand, held to the side, as the Alpha rubbed Ollie’s face roughly against the dampening denim.

“You’ve never been with a real man, have you?” The Alpha angled his foot up, putting pressure on Ollie’s cock. It hurt. It hurt and an involuntary whine pain left his throat, making the Alpha laugh. “Yeah, I hear you. Bet you’re desperate for it. After being stuck fucking around with another Slime. Rubbing your slimy little holes together pathetically trying to off when you both know that what those greedy little holes want is a nice, fat Alpha knot to rip you open.”

All Ollie could smell was that sour, damp musk. His hands were freed, and he shoved uselessly at the Alpha’s legs as a finger hooked into his mouth, pressing his lips against the zipper, hard enough to split his lip. The hard length of the Alpha’s shaft pressed against his teeth, and he moved to bite, was desperate to bite, to hurt, to hurt him where it would matter….

But that hand, so huge, clenched around his jaw, yanking it wider than he could bear. And the Alpha laughed darkly as he used his grip on Ollie’s hair to rub his lips up and down that hard outline, the zipper catching his lips, biting, tugging.

“Want to know a secret? I love ripping my knot out of slimy little holes. Feels so good. That last tight, tight, tight squeeze, then the release. They’re so wet, but so tight, and pulling my full knot out can squeeze more cum out of me that you can believe. It leaves them nice and loose for whoever is after me. Sometimes their holes tear, which just leaves them this gaping hole. Then everyone can see what they really are.” He growled, low and feral, grinding against Ollie’s face, his foot pressing harder and harder up into Ollie’s groin. “See that they’re just needy, pathetic whiny gaping holes, waiting to be filled.”

Ollie scrabbled a bit, trying to get away, but the hands on his face and hair got tighter. Pulling his face back, the Alpha leered down at him. “Trying to rub one out on my foot slut? Huh? Let’s see that tiny cock, then I’ll show you what a real man’s cock is like.” He leaned down, fingers reaching, grasping, tearing at Ollie’s zipper. And Ollie finally got his feet under him.

Surging up, he headbutted the Alpha directly in the nose, shocking them both with the power of his hit. The hand in his hair went lax as the Alpha windmilled away, one hand holding his face, the other grasping at air for balance.

Ollie wasn’t sure what happened next. He had a feeling that it was none of his business. Because if his brain said “Next Scene” then it was probably a good idea to let that void stay empty.

Because the next thing he knew, slim arms were looped around his center, and he was hauled back, his lungs burning, his hands in agony, his ears buzzing, his vision still spotty and red. It was only the clean, sweet Scent of Omega cutting through the smell of… anyway, it was only the Scent of Omega that kept him from lashing out at whomever was holding him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, you’re okay, shhh, shhh,” the soft voice in his ear helped clear up some of the buzzing, brought some things back into focus. Not that. That was out of focus and not his business, thank you.

Soft hands covered his eyes, still pulling him back, still holding him gently, softly, and slowly, his breath came in stilted gulps instead of harsh rags. His hands trembled as he pulled uselessly at his fly. The zipper. Broken. That’s right. It had been broken.

“It’s okay,” the soft voice said again.

Omega. That’s right. Getting out. There were others. He had to focus. He had to get them out. He had-

A sob ripped at his throat, but then he exhaled, forcing it away. “Y-you got out?” Stupid question.

The soft body behind him held him tighter, shifting them a little, away from….away. “Yes. We did. Thanks to you. Look.”

Ollie turned his head, blinking until his vision cleared more. Other shapes, crouching in the darkness. Three others. Omegas. Holding makeshift weapons. A bedpan. He forced out a laugh at that. The Omega met his gaze and smiled, a smile just a little too feral, just a little too much baring of teeth.

Then they heard the scream.

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Bailey didn’t know how long he’d been in this room. In this crate. He couldn’t remember when he’d last breathed fresh air. Seen the sunshine. He missed his mom.

As he huddled in the corner, he buried his face in his arms. He couldn’t think about shit like that. He’d never see her again. That was obvious. Thinking about it only made everything hurt worse.

Instead, he focused on whatever was going on outside the room. Banging, screeches of metal, a few thuds. Different from the usual sounds during the day, and the silence at night. Something was happening. The last time there were different noises, four of them had been dragged out of their crates, disappearing through the door. He huddled in on himself. Maybe this time, it was his turn.

Instead of the big Alpha who leered at them or the skinny Alpha who fed them, the door burst open, and in a brief flash of light, Bailey saw bright curls, a slight body, and the sharp, acrid Scent of fear.

The others, who had been shifting, talking quietly among themselves, went still. The door closed again, muffling the thumping and rattling of the door beyond. The new person seemed to have not seen them yet. Bailey’s eyes were well accustomed to the darkness, so he watched, curious, as the slim figure backed away from the door, pulling out his phone. A phone.

Just as Bailey was going to speak up, the figure crashed into his crate, startling both of them. They’d stepped in the water bowls. Their phone went flying, skittering over to the side of Bailey’s crate. Not even bothering to check if the figure was okay, Bailey dove for it. He grabbed the phone and retreated, shivering with adrenaline and fear. If this was a set up… he didn’t know what he’d do.

But as the figure turned their head, their eyes went wide in shock as he locked eyes with Bailey. His gaze travelled across the room, giving Bailey time to inspect him. Young man. An Omega. Bloody. Brave.

He scrambled away, slamming into the door, which was instantly yanked open, revealing the Alpha who leered. Bailey flinched away, curling into a ball. But the Alpha’s attention was completely on the strange Omega.

Snarling and grabbing his hair, the Alpha began dragging him away. Bailey watched as the Omega began to scream curses, his nails (paints a soft pink) gouging into the Alpha’s skin. He kicked his feet, twisting and turning, fighting like hell.

And then his gaze met Bailey’s. The two Omegas looked at each other, and Bailey showed the Omega his phone. The Omega’s eyes went wide, and Bailey saw a fire burn in his gaze, and he redoubled his efforts, his gaze never leaving Bailey’s.

I want to save you. We can save each other, Bailey thought.

Not knowing how much time they had, Bailey looked down at the phone, mercifully still open. He looked down at the starred contacts. He should call the police. He really should. He hit the contact titled “Love.”

He held the phone to his ear, hunching over, gaze falling to the crowbar that had landed near Thomas. Thomas, who was currently stretching his arm through the crate bars, his gaze wild, lip bleeding as he bit it hard. Remy in the next crate started slamming into the side of his crate, using the momentum to try and shove Thomas’s crate that scant few centimeters, his fingers, long and pale, pianist fingers, could brush against the metal.

He hadn’t even realized the line had connected until a voice, rich and soft, said into his ear, “Baby, God, you scared me. Why didn’t you text me?”

Bailey floundered for a second. He didn’t know where he was. What could he tell this man, this unknown man who the Omega had saved under Love?

Thomas’s fingers closed over the crowbar and Bailey said the only thing he could: “Please. Help us.”

Thomas pulled the crowbar in his crate, his arm bruised and bleeding, and he wrenched the bars apart. He shoved the crate open, turning instantly to use the crowbar on Remy’s crate. The voice had been talking, but Bailey couldn’t hear, couldn’t understand, had to get out.

He dropped the phone as Thomas ripped his crate open. He crawled out, his body screaming in agony as the muscles stretched up. He was naked, and he was shy for a moment, before realizing that no one here would give a shit that he liked his doughnuts more than his treadmill or that his cock was maybe a little small. They were standing. They were free. Almost.

“Do we help him or run?” An Omega whispered, rubbing his arms, eyes huge with fear. Bailey didn’t remember his name.

“Help him. We have to,” Bailey said instantly.

“Remy is in bad shape. We can start to get help.” Thomas said, and Bailey saw he was supporting Remy, whose arm hung at a wrong angle, blood dried in streaks along his thighs.

He nodded. “Okay. You see if there’s a back door and make an exist. The rest of us, find something heavy.”

The Omega who had asked picked up his bedpan, inspecting it. Bailey grinned. “That works too.”

The Omega flashed a feral grin in return. As they scrounged for some weapon as Thomas gently led Remy out of the office, leaving Bailey the crowbar, he started to feel something. Something he’d given up on. Hope.

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so yea, it's been an exceedingly long time since i've updated

but don't worry! i will soon. the reason why for the time gap is multifold but it boils down to: i've been sick, i'm moving, and i've been very busy with eveyrthiing that needed to happen in between

sick: i'm fine, jsut turns out that my ongoing medical issues suddenly started being assholes and really draining my energy. but the end is in sight bc i have a surgery scheduled that should deal with the main offender

moving: i'm moving for school! very excited, gonna have my own office and dedicated work space. 

other factors: so i've struggled with the direction i'm taking this book. it was planned all along, but i get nervous that maybe its melodramtic its not realistic (lol i know the irony is strong) 

but the main thing is that. it's what i started writing omegaverse for. to look at social issues gender issues sexuality issues through a different lens, to look at what queer people experience but in a way that removes a lot of the real world undertones. i want to use this platform to showcase how society affects us and how you don't have to fit the mold to be yourself and happy. juls and ollie are especially important to me bc they are both considered the "effeminate" gay men, who everyone expects to end up with big beefy men. and yet here i am, a trans masc, who is just so enamored and in love with cisfem boys who represent that i don't have to give up feminity to be masculine. 

i also what this omegaverse that i ahve to be more than a gender bent heterosexual adventure, which, no shade, but isn't my style. i want my characters to experience things like a heat being a peirod that sucks ass, being uncomfrtable with changes in your body, the struggle of trying to conform to expectations. i want this to be real, raw, and realtable. some of the characters just happen to have built in lube dispensers. 

i guess what i'm saying is i'm not going anywhere, i'm doing better, and i am going to keep writing my weird, fun, sometimes dark stories and hopefully make the queers out there feel a bit more seen.

love to all my fans. your comments and kudos make a difference to me, so know that i see you and love you <3

ps: there wont be another chapter update for a bit, i jsut realized that it's been a long time (jk wattpad shamed me by sending me a private message asking me if i was aware that some of my stories are unfinished and haven't been updated. i got fucking shamed by wattpad and not even in the fun way smdh.)

the next chapter will be julian once again arriving at the st clair residence in a flurry lmao

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Chapter 39

They found two Omegas near the back entrance, cornered by the skinny Alpha, Jesse. One of the Omegas looked battered. Broken. He was on the ground, unable to stand on his own. The other Omega was standing tall, teeth bared, hand clenched around a pipe. Both were naked.

Jesse wasn’t doing anything, which surprised Ollie. He was watching the two Omega’s, gaze shuttered, body held in a careful way that hadn’t been there before.

At the sound of them approaching, he turned his head, gaze meeting Ollie’s. His gaze wasn’t gold. It was blank. Empty. Those empty eyes travelled over Ollie’s frame, and his lips quirked. “Guess Shawn found you then.”

He looked back at the other two Omegas. Then he tips his head back, eyes closing. “Fuck it. This is above my pay grade.” He dropped his head back down, dug around in his front pocket, and pulled out a set of keys. He looked at Ollie. “These start one of the trucks out front. You’re Lee’s problem now. I need a drink.”

He tossed the keys at Ollie, and they landed about two feet in front of him. He didn’t move as Jesse shoved his hands into his pockets, and sauntered off into the dark shadows of the warehouse.

“That’s Jesse.” The Omega, who was holding Ollie’s hand (when had he done that? He was still too numb). “He takes us, but he also is the one who gives us food and water. He gave Remy a blanket after-” he paused, shaking his head. “He doesn’t touch us like the others do.”

They all looked at the keys where they lay on the cement. Ollie so desperately wanted to grab them.

Feeling unsteady, he stepped forward. Once. Twice. Nothing. Silence. He bent slowly, grabbing the keys. Their metal edges digging into his palms to stop them from jangling again. He slowly looked up from where he crouched. Nothing. He looked back at the Omega, who was looking around, the crowbar clenched tight in his hand.

“Do we risk going through the warehouse?”

The Omega looked at the other one on the ground. The taller Omega was crouching in front of him, petting his hair, whispering to him. The way he touched his friend’s cheek was too intimate for Ollie to watch, and he dragged his gaze back to the other Omega.

“I think we have to. We don’t have shoes, and it’s cold. If we’re quiet, we can probably make it.”

“What are your names?”

He didn’t know why he asked. It didn’t matter, not right now.

The one holding his hand smiled a little. “I’m Bailey.”

The tall Omega was now holding the hurt Omega in his lap, and at Ollie’s question, looked up. “Thomas. This is Remy. That’s Garrett, Ryan, and Ari.”

Garrett was also tall, his skin freckled. He looked at Ollie, his gaze flat. Ryan had thick scar tissue on his chest, and he spent more time trying to hide his body than anything else. Ari was a few feet away, gaze flicking to Ollie, then away, back at the shadows. It was too dim to make out his features.

“I’m Ollie. Let’s get out of here.”

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They went to meet Quin and Floris at Sunset Cove. Julian was pretty sure that he was numb, but he couldn’t be positive. It was like everything was too bright, too loud, too sharp.

They had all piled into Rebecca’s mom minivan. Julian hadn’t been in one in…he didn’t know how long. He hyperfixated on the middle seat in front of him. Rebecca was driving, James in the passenger seat. Jax was in the middle row, but he was turned around and watching the three of them with careful, golden eyes. Julian didn’t meet his gaze, too busy looking at the crayon smudges that had been forgotten long enough that Julian was sure that they’d simply become a part of the leather. There were three of them, all of them green. One was a squiggle, then a hash mark, and the last one he was still deciding on. It kind of looked like a check mar, but only if he tilted his head and squinted.

A ringing shocked all of them out of the suffocating stillness. Julian jarred hard, head whipping down to look at his pocket. It took too long for him to realize that it was his phone. Longer still for him to take it out. Adam. He answered the phone right before the ringing stopped, putting it on speaker.

“Hello.”

Was that his voice? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was.

“Julian, it’s Adam. Quinn called Les.”

Julian was sure Quinn had called him, but he wasn’t entirely sure what Adam wanted him to do with that information. “We’re meeting him and Floris at Sunset Cove. James thinks he knows the car that took him. And we have a locator app-” he broke off guiltily, looking at Benji. Benji just shrugged, smiling wryly.

“That’s good to hear. Quinn was a little vague. What can Les and I do?”

Jax reached out, taking the phone from Julian’s hand. “Hey, Adam, this is Jax. Listen, we’re about fifteen out from Sunset Cove. And from there, I assume we’ll be going to the warehouse district.”

There was a long, staticky pause where it sounded like Adam was having a brief argument with someone. Then, a rich male voice came on. Les. “Julian. I think we need to involve the police.”

“We tried, they said they ‘can’t help,’ the bastards.” Rebecca snapped, taking a turn sharply. Ty’s body pressed into his from both gravity and grounding.

“Yeah, well, I mean this in the most respectful way, ma’am, but an Alpha wasn’t asking. And I know we need to police. I think I know why Ollie got taken. Why Omegas are being taken.”

There was a silence. “Is it not, just like, the usual kind of thing where a vulnerable demographic is taken?” Ty asked tentatively.

“Maybe.” Les paused. The line was silent long enough for Jax to hit the screen to check if it had dropped.

“Les?” Julian prompted.

“Can you take me off speaker?”

Julian pressed the phone to his ear. “Leslie?”

Les exhaled, slowly, shakily. “So, for a while, I was at this. Brothel basically. It was bad.” He paused, the ache in his voice telling Julian everything he didn’t want to know. “And they would have an auction. Once every three months. Omegas. I would only see them that one night, when they were brought in through the back with the laundry. And once they’d been bought, they’d be taken to a backroom none of us were allowed into. It’s been years, and I thought the place had shut down. But I’ve heard. Whispers, while working at Temptations. And Quinn said that there were others missing. That this might be an operation. And if it is, it won’t be just Ollie. It won’t be just be whoever called you. And it won’t just be that one warehouse. That one car registration. It won’t-” his voice broke, and Julian heard Adam speak softly to him. Les cleared his throat. “Adam and I can go to the police. Or Adam can, because I’m just a whore.” His voice was bitter and Julian’s heart and stomach clenched in pain for his friend.

“Okay. Okay. Keep us updated. We’ll let you know on our end.”

Les exhaled sharply. “Okay. Be safe, Juls.”

The phone line went dead before Julian could reply. He looked up at everyone else, who were watching him closely. “Les says that it might be bigger than just Ollie. Than the other Omegas being taken. He and Adam will go to the police, try to Alpha them into doing something. Are we almost there?”

Rebecca answered him by careening around the park entrance sign and slamming to a stop. “Is that them?” She asked, throwing the car into park.

Julian didn’t answer as they all piled out, because it was kind of obvious. Quinn and Floris looked like undercover secret agents, Quinn in his immaculate suit, and Floris with a gun and a holster visible, and the posture of an Alpha with more weapons concealed.

Quinn strode towards them, shaking Rebecca’s hand gravely. “Ms. St. Clair. I’m Quinn Graham. Thanks to the information James was able to give us, we have an address. Les told me he was going to tell you he’s going to the police. We’ll keep them informed as well. We now need an immediate plan, and a plan for afterwards. Please,” he gestured to the park picnic benches. He glanced at Ty and Benji, who had stayed by the car, clearly uncomfortable.

“You’re Ollie’s friends?” At there nods, he continued, “I’m glad you’re here. I know it won’t feel fair, but I’m going to need you two, and you,” he glanced at Jax, then back at Benji, “to stay behind. It is safer that way.”

Benji ballooned up as if to protest, but Jax put a hand on his shoulder. Quinn pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. “While we go to the warehouse district, I was hoping that you would be able to pick up some things from the store. Baring needing a rape kit-”

Julian flinched hard, nearly doubling over. James gripped the back of his neck soothingly, his arm going around Rebecca’s waist.

Quinn flicked them a look that was shockingly tender in such a brief motion. “If he does not need that kind of medical attention, then I feel he would be most comfortable having medical attention in his own home. Please buy the things on the list, here’s my card, and then go back home and set things up how I’ve specified. I’ve sent Heart and Clar, friends of mine, ahead to grab Heart’s supply of-” He broke off again, flicking a glance at Julian, and Julian sank onto the picnic table. “In any case, you don’t have to worry about pharmaceuticals. Can you do this?”

He held the other Omegas’ gaze for a long moment, until both of them nodded. “Thank you. Take my car. I think the minivan has a certain look about it that might come in handy.” He tossed his keys to Jax, who caught them, and nodded. He tugged Ty and Benji away. Benji glanced over his shoulder, then broke away from Jax to jog back.

He cleared his throat. “Here. It has admin permissions. Use this to check his location.” He said, shoving his phone at Quinn, who took it gravely.

“Thank you. We will. Be safe.”

With a nod, Benji looked at Julian again, then jogged back to where Jax was helping Ty into the shockingly fancy car.

Quinn waited until they’d driven away, before looking at Rebecca, James, and Julian. “We are not equipped for any sort of stealth, barganining, or any other kind of situation.” He said finally. “What we do have is the element of surprise and personality. I wish I had a better plan than knocking on the front door, but that’s about what we can realistically hope for.”

Floris snorted, then pulled out his phone, placing it on the picnic tabletop. “The address is here. We have satellite images that show us exactly how many exits/entrances there are. Warehouse are notorious for having nooks, crannies, and back allies. Our best bet is to park here,” he pointed to a lot that was a short distance away from the warehouse. “From there, we use back alleys and hope that they are more worried about police raids than citizens breaking in.”

Quinn took up the speech. “From here,” he pointed at a thin line of grey Julian guessed was an alley way, and not just a gap between buildings, “we will see if we can get a look inside the warehouse. Once we get a good look, two people will go in through there, and three others, probably Rebecca, Julian, and myself, will go to the front. There, as carefully as possible, we will make an enormous noise of some sort. This will allow James and Floris to slip in and start moving to the back of the warehouse.”

“We can guarantee that they are being held in a supervisor’s office or some sort of private office space. They wouldn’t be in the center of the warehouse. In all likelihood, this warehouse is used as intended during day time. So that means you and I will head straight to the back of the warehouse while everyone is drawn to the front.” Floris finished.

Rebecca looked at the satellite photo for a long time, then nodded. “I like it. Julian?” She glanced at him.

Julian exhaled slowly. “I do too. I just.” He broke off, voice shaking. “I don’t know if I’m going to be helpful. I found out tonight that I’m not the one you want in an emergency, and I don’t want to-”

James interrupted him. “You were fine in an emergency. You came and got us. You helped coordinate all of us. And more than anything, once we get Ollie, you’re the one he’s going to want.”

Julian closed his eyes. His brave, beautiful, innocent Ollie. God, he hoped nothing had happened to him. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Even if he ended up waiting in the car, Julian knew he had to be there. He needed to hold Ollie. Know that he was safe.

“Okay.” He opened his eyes, looking at Quinn. “Shall we?”