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Richie Lipschitz was 18 years old and still had not presented.

He was the only member in his pack who hadn’t. Ruth had presented early, shining her beta status to their entire middle school class two weeks after she turned 10. Pete had presented a little late, flushed as he came to class after missing three days of school and mumbling he was an omega under his breath four months before his 16th. 

Richie had hoped to be a late bloomer as well, but once his 18th birthday had hit, he had accepted his fate.

It was fine though, they made it work. They had an omega, they had a beta, and Ruth and Pete had dubbed Richie their honorary alpha. They even treated and listened to him like he was a real alpha, like he was an actual pack leader, and it made his lack of presentation hurt a little less. 

They teased that his snarkiness and stubbornness was alpha-like enough for them. He had a short fuse, he expressed his tough emotions through punching and Pete once even jokingly called him a knothead for it. Richie had pushed him off the couch and Ruth had laughed, he was only proving the point. So he may not be a real alpha, but he was their stand in alpha, and Richie was okay with that.

His friends loved him, no matter what. And even though he couldn’t scent them, they made up for it by over-scenting him.

Ruth almost always had her face pressed into Richie’s neck, her cheek rubbing against him as he did something mundane like studying or gaming. Pete was a lot more casual with it, normally grabbing a discarded hoodie and rubbing against it without Richie’s notice, not until he put the hoodie on and was overloaded with Pete’s scent.

It deterred a lot of people away, some kids even made fun of him for smelling because of how coated in their scent he was.

Richie didn’t mind, he wore their scent with pride. Showed the world that while he may not have a presentation, he was still part of a pack, a pack that loved and cared about him.

His parents hadn’t loved him. Once it had been made clear Richie wasn’t going to present, they kicked him out. Richie thinks it was a long time coming though, when he came out as gay they had already pushed him at a distance, having no presentation had been their last straw.

They had grabbed him after school one day, after he had finished practicing his mascot routine for the big game the next day, and shoved him in the backseat.

All his belongings had been packed in the backseat with him and Richie remembered realising immediately what was happening and going silent. He hadn’t argued his case, hadn’t yelled at them for abandoning him like he wanted to, had just stared out the window, wondering where they were taking him.

They had unloaded him to his Uncle Paul, the only other person in their entire family lineage who also lacked a presentation. Paul had looked his sister in the eye, called her cruel and told her he didn’t recognise her anymore all while holding Richie tightly in his arms.

That had been two years ago. Richie’s had therapy since, he’s come to terms with the fact that his lack of presentation doesn’t make him less than , he’s accepted the fact Paul isn’t going anywhere, and he’s made his peace with who he is.

Richie hasn’t presented, and that’s okay. Because he had his uncle, he had his pack, and they all loved him despite his difference.

Richie felt secure in his place in their lives, never once doubted his role in their life, even if his role was Fake alpha .

Well, at least, he hadn’t doubted his role until Steph came waltzing into their life.

She had landed Pete in lunch detention, had got him in trouble for cheating, been the indirect reason Max beat Pete up at Pasqualli’s, and yet Ruth and Pete loved her .

Steph smiled, and she joked, she genuinely thought they were funny. Nerdy and awkward, yes , but funny despite that and good company. She had taken to sitting with them at lunch, meeting up with them at Pete’s locker in the morning, tagging along to their study sessions.

It was fine, or at least it would’ve been , but there was one issue.

Steph was an Alpha.

Like, an actual real Alpha. Not the fake, presentless “alpha” Ruth and Pete pretended Richie wasn’t. They listened to her when she talked, they looked up to her, they followed her lead. She was a better pack leader than Richie ever had been and it makes him feel sick.

Richie wants to hate her, hate her for taking the only thing that had ever been his , but he can’t. He can’t because Steph doesn’t care that he’s a social outcast, he can’t because she doesn’t treat him any differently, he can’t because she’s such a good person.

It makes him feel like shit.

Soon, Ruth and Pete will bring her into their pack, officially, and they’ll have a real leader, a real Alpha and what good would Richie be?

He can’t help Pete with his heats, he can’t soothe and calm Ruth when scents overwhelm her, he can’t be a good leader or protector for them like Steph can. He would just be , and that wasn’t enough for a pack.

Steph was a good protector. Even though she wasn’t a part of their pack (yet), she still took to protecting the three of them instantly. 

She had scented Pete’s sweater an ungodly amount, so much so that Max Jägerman had all but vomited when he got too close to Pete once. When Brad Callahan had tripped Richie in the hallway, Steph had been on him in seconds, snarling and calling him a dickless little bitch. When Caitlyn had “accidentally” pulled too hard on Ruth’s hair while working on a lab, Steph had snarled so low and threatening it had everyone in the classroom scattering to back away from her and Ruth.

Steph was a good protector . Richie appreciated it as much as he hated it.

Bullies hadn’t touched them in the two weeks since Steph started hanging out with them and it’s nice but it also makes Richie feel awful.

If he was a real Alpha, he could’ve done this for them, protected them, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t even a beta who could help placate any arguments, or an omega who could help look over and care for his pack. He was nothing .

It hits Richie the worst on the night of the big game. He’s in the back corner of the locker room, putting on all his mascot gear far away from the jocks when Jason suddenly rounded the corner.

Richie immediately tensed up and self defensively grabbed his mascot head, ready to throw it in defense if he needed but Jason put his hands up. 

“Sorry, sorry, it just smelled like something died back here.” Jason said. “Had to make sure there were no dead bodies.”

Richie half mindedly thinks Jason is taking a crack at his personal hygiene and put the mascot head on so he didn’t have to look at him. Jason should leave now that he knows nothing’s up, but he doesn’t, instead, he cautiously looks over Richie.

“Hey man, are you like... good?” He asked and Richie raised an eyebrow under his suit. This was new, none of the football team ever so much as even acknowledged he existed most times. He’d been mascot for three years now and the most interaction he’s had was Kyle shouting Go Nighthawks! And high fiving him after their last game of the prior year.

“Uh?” Richie said in lieu of a response. He looked down at the locker room towards where the others were. He can see Kyle and some of the others looking their way every now and then and some of them actually look concerned. Some of them grin with wicked gleams in their eyes.

Richie took a cautious step away from Jason, wrapping his arms around himself defensively and Jason's face fell a bit.

“Dude, I’m not gonna, like, hurt you or anything.” Which is rich coming from the guy who once pushed him down the stairs at Max’s request. “You just... smell sad?”

And that doesn’t make any sense because Richie doesn’t have a scent and he tells Jason this.

“Then you must be pretty fucking sad.” Jason said. “So sad it’s breaking biology.”

Richie rolled his eyes and waved Jason off.

“Look, can you just back off?” Richie grumbled a little meanly and Jason seemed shocked by it but sighed heavily. 

“Zeke is the most important part of game nights,” Jason said and he says it so seriously and Richie almost can’t believe him, is worried he’s misheard somehow. “I just wanted to make sure you were all good. Can’t have our fighting nighthawk depressed.”

And yeah, it makes sense he’d be worried about the state of the mascot in regards to their game, but Richie has come to games depressed as fuck before and their games were fine. 

Jason caring so much is new, and weird.

There’s a thud on the lockers next to Jason and their team captain jumped as he turned.

“The fuck are you doing back here?” Max asked and Jason straightened a bit.

“Checking on Shit Lips.” Jason said and Richie hugged himself tighter. Jason being weirdly nice he could handle, Max Jägerman in any state ever he could not.

Max turned to look at Richie, his gaze sharp and intense and Richie took another step back. Max’s nose crinkled and he made a disgusted face. 

“Jesus fuck, Shit Lips. Did something die back here?” He asked accusingly and Richie can’t smell anything himself (one of the disadvantages of having no presentation) so he doesn’t get what smell they’re both even talking about.

“Dude’s sad.” Jason explained and Max’s brows furrowed as he looked back at Richie. They’re all silent for a long moment and Max is giving Richie a really long look, eyes swimming with something Richie can’t decipher and he’s glad he’s wearing the stupid mascot head so Max can’t see the terrified expression he’s wearing.

He’s saved by Coach Houston coming into the locker room and telling them to all get their asses out on the field.

The game goes well. It’s fucking Clivesdale and they’re mediocre at best. During halftime, Richie swallowed down any insecurities and fears he had and ran onto the field, jumping and waving for the crowd to get pumped up. He does part of the cheerleader’s routine with them before breaking out into a cartwheel, which gets the crowd going crazy. 

Richie loved being mascot. Even if no one knew he was the mascot, even if most of the people cheering were probably the same who ignored his existence daily, it was fun. He could trip and fall, stumbled through awkward choreography because he was uncoordinated and it was fine because they all fucking loved it. They cheered for Zeke, they clapped and hollered and he felt loved by the masses each time he ran out on the field.

Zeke’s routines were a lot more intense and showy in freshman year when Richie was trying too hard to be liked, but after the fifth post-routine asthma attack, Coach had told him to tone it down. Richie had been worried people would stop cheering, but they never did.

It’s nice to be able to push his issues aside for a moment and bask in everyone’s attention.

Or at least, it’s nice for ten minutes before his eyes land on Pete and Ruth.

They never go to games, Max doesn’t allow it. Says games are a “nerd free zone” for the cool kids to be able to relax away from all things relating to school. Richie’s always wanted them to come, come witness him mascot in real time and to be proud of how well he gets the crowd worked up, but he understood why they couldn’t. 

He wondered for two seconds why they’re here now, how they’re here now, but his eyes landed on Steph, sat next to them.

She cheers loudly, smiling ear to ear and she even waved at him, cheering him on and Richie felt his heart drop.

Steph could protect them, could lead them, could even get them to a game, things Richie never could.

He waved back at her, because even if she was the source of his insecurities, she was his friend, and he quickly finished his routine.

Richie spent the rest of the game trying to push his pain and insecurities down and running around, getting the crowd to cheer. He only takes a break when his lungs start fighting and he paces back and forth behind the water cooler.

Max and Kyle are both sat on the bench, Kyle because he wasn’t a starter and Max as a penalty because he had unprompted shoved one of their opponents into the grass and kicked him. 

Richie was near Max, and hoping that he wouldn’t do anything crazy like beat him up mid game in front of a bunch of witnesses.

Now that he’s not actively doing anything, Richie’s insecurities and stress overwhelm him and he wanted to scream it out and punch something, maybe even someone.

Despite his size, despite his lack of muscle, Richie could be a very angry person. When he got sad, he channeled his sadness into punching pillows and throwing things around his room. When he got stressed, he’d take to harshly kicking a softball at his uncle’s gate fence over and over. When he got truly angry, he’d go punch a tree and break his knuckles about it.

Pete used to joke his anger issues rivaled those of Max’s, just that Richie normally hid it better.

He doesn’t think he’s doing so good hiding it now, Zeke’s feathery wings are clenched into fists and Richie is seething a little and it’s all because he fucking hates himself for not being good enough for his friends.

“You fucking reek.” Max grumbled next to Richie and Richie’s head whipped towards him, the Zeke mascot head careening to the side a bit. Max is stiff in his seat, hands clutching each other and he’s staring blankly out at the field. Minutes ago he had been loudly cheering but now he’s silent for some reason.

It’s strange, and even Kyle noticed.

He frowned and elbowed Max. “You okay bro?” Kyle asked and Max glared at him for even daring to ask and Kyle put his hands up in surrender.

Max gave Richie a side stare, not the normal angry and heated glare he normally gave Richie, but a curious and confused stare.

“I thought you were unpresented.” Max grumbled and Richie doesn’t get what he’s saying.

“I am.” And Richie’s voice comes out a bit as a growl because he’s sad and heartbroken so it comes out as him being pissed . His voice must be more intimidating than he thinks because both Max and Kyle freeze for a second.

“Fucking had me fooled.” Max mumbled and before Richie could ask what the fuck he’s talking about, Coach is pulling him off the bench and Richie takes it as his cue to go back to hyping up the crowd.

They won the game, obviously. The team all grouped up, cheering a mixed chorus of “Fuck Clivesdale!” “Go Nighthawks” and “Jägermeister” as Max had been the one to score their winning point at the very last second.

Richie is running around the field, getting the last few stragglers in the crowd to join them as the team disappeared into the locker rooms to change, then head out to whatever party Brenda was probably throwing.

Richie is about to head back as well when he sees Steph, Pete and Ruth leaving the bleachers. Steph has her arm around Pete’s shoulders and he’s flushed while Ruth teased him and they look so close, like a proper pack, and Richie wanted to scream.

So he ran around the empty field for a bit longer, trying to get all the remaining energy out despite his lungs screaming at him.

Richie waited until the field was completely cleared, until no one was left in the bleachers, after ten more minutes after that had passed before he finally retreated to the locker rooms.

They’re empty, predictably, and Richie tears the mascot head off, throwing it as far as it can go and letting out a furious and guttural yell.

His lungs scream in his chest as he keeps yelling, his throat hurts at the sudden intense strain and his head pounds at the intensity of his own voice but he needs this.

Richie kicked the mascot head and has to narrowly stop himself from punching it. Any more damage and he’d have to out of pocket pay for a new suit. 

Instead of ruining school property, Richie tears off the body of his mascot suit furiously, kicking off the legs and throwing that on top of a pile.

He let out another scream because he can, this time louder and longer and he slammed his fist into the walls next to the locker. He’s careful not to hit too hard that he breaks his knuckles, Paul already told him the next time he broke his hand from punching something he wasn’t wasting a hospital trip (Logically Richie knows he’s joking, Paul would take him a thousand more times if needed, but he doesn’t want to add any stress to Paul. Not after the man had been a saint dealing with Richie these last two years).

Richie sat down on the bench. He needed to shower and get into new fresh clothes before he went out to his uncle and friends, but he is too full of rage directed at himself to do that.

He forced himself to try and calm down, swallowing thickly as his knee bounced, hands clasped together and he counted down from ten like his therapist taught him.

It doesn’t do much to calm him properly, he could really use Pete right now, but he’s distracted out of his swirling anger when he hears a sound.

Richie immediately straightened up in his seat, feeling his face flush a little when he realized the very real possibility of someone having overheard his little tantrum.

“Fuck,” He grumbled to himself and stood to his feet, walking over towards where he heard the sound. There's a soft shuffle and then a low, punched out groan. “Uh, are you okay?”

Richie walked to the other end of the locker room, where he’d been hiding out before and he froze.

Because the source of the sound is Max Jägerman .

Richie feels a rush of fear douse him that’s quickly washed away with confusion and concern.

Max is on the ground, pressed into the corner and his knees are pulled up to his bare chest and he’s breathing heavily.

His hand is also down his pants and he’s moaning softly.

Richie’s face turned bright red and he felt frozen. He can’t tell if Max has noticed him or not because he makes no sense to acknowledge him, and Richie isn’t sure what to do. 

Because yeah, Max is clearly jacking off, but his facial expression is pained and his moans sound broken.

That and the smell? It’s so overpowering and Richie can’t normally pick up on others’ scents unless they’re strong , which this is. Richie can’t place the smell for all of five seconds but once he does, his eyes widen because-

“Are you an omega?” The words are out before Richie can stop them and Max let out a pathetic whine that dissolved into a sob. He still doesn’t face Richie, but it’s clear he knows he’s there. “What the fuck, I thought you were an Alpha.”

And it’s dumb to try and have a conversation with someone who’s clearly not listening, but Richie’s head is spinning. He’s exhausted from his mascoting, his lungs are pissed at him for the over-exercise and shouting, his throat is starting to hurt and he has a bit of a headache, that and there’s still rage coursing through him. Top all of that off with finding out Max Jägerman , biggest hot head of Hatchetfield High was actually an omega ? Yeah, he’s not thinking straight, in any sense of the word.

“Are you just gonna watch? ” Max grumbled lowly, finally opening his eyes to look at Richie who’s still frozen. Max’s head is thrown back and one of his legs fall down from where it was bent up, giving Richie a better view of what Max is doing. His dick is pull out, pants barely undone, and he’s jerking himself off probably too fast for comfort. 

Richie’s eyes flick down to his waist, then back to his eyes and Max’s deep blue eyes are staring intensely into his.

“You’re an omega.” Richie repeated dumbly and Max growled a little at him. “I thought you were an alpha.”

“Tell anyone and yo-” Max cut himself off with a short whine and the sound goes straight to Richie’s dick. “You-You’re fucking dead.” 

Richie swallowed and he doesn’t know really where to look because Max isn’t letting up. If anything, it looks like he’s going faster. 

Max’s arm is shaking, and he’s letting out this sad sort of pained sounds, his chest moving heavily. His free hand grasps at the concrete floor, trying to grab at something. 

Richie looked over his shoulder around the empty locker room, mentally deciding if he should just ditch the shower and changing to book it or not when Max moaned out lowly again.

“Fuckin-” Max whined desperately. “ Help. ”

Okay Richie must’ve had some sort of crazy ass asthma attack out on the field and died or something because there’s no actual fucking way Max is an omega, who’s jerking himself off in the locker rooms and begging for Richie to help him.

Regardless of being dead or not, Richie is at Max’s side in seconds, because who the fuck is he to deny Max? Sure, the guy is an absolute fucking asshole who has done nothing but harass and bully him since fourth fucking grade, but Richie wasn’t blind. The dude was hot as fuck and Richie had kind of always harbored a little crush on him. Granted it was mostly aesthetic based, but that was enough for right now.

The moment Richie gets close enough, Max grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him closer and Richie lets himself be manhandled. 

Max used one hand to remove his own pants properly, and Richie allowed himself to actually look down now. Max’s cock stands at full attention and he’s achingly hard, precum spilling down his length. Max’s other hand grabbed Richie’s wrist and pulled it towards himself.

Richie got the hint and quickly wrapped his hand around Max’s length and the quarterback moaned lowly as Richie began moving his hand.

Okay, he had no fucking clue what was happening here really, or what Max expected of him, but Richie has had plenty of years to get very well acquainted with his left hand so fuck it, he’ll give Max the best handjob ever. If that’s even an achievement to be achieved .

Richie’s hands are big, not as big as Max’s, but his fingers are long and wrap firmly around Max’s length, settling at the base before slowly moving up to the top. Max’s hips bucked a little into Richie’s hands and he groaned, a bit of an edged growl seeping in so Richie moved faster.

“I thought you were an alpha,” Richie stated for possibly the one millionth time in the last five minutes. Max glared at him before letting out a low moan as Richie’s hand worked on him.

“I take suppressants.” Max forced out, voice catching in his throat when Richie turned his wrist a little. “Fucking- Dad didn’t want people to know. Asshole thought I- I was a black mark on th- on the family name or whatever.”

Richie hummed, and it’s a sound low in the base of his throat, almost contemplative and Max whined at it.

The jock looked down at Richie’s lap and huffed a bit. Richie is aware of his own growing tent in his pants, but fucking sue him okay? Quarterback Max Jägerman is a moaning, panting mess under his hand, how the fuck else is he supposed to react.

“What about heats and stuff?” Richie asked, thinking back to the very few instances Max has ever been out of school. For an air head jock, he had a pretty good attendance record, probably better than Richie’s own.

“Medication stops them,” Max said and Richie moved his hand up to the tip of his dick, his thumb brushing against the end, smearing pre cum and Max threw his head back again, moaning lowly. His throat stretched long and Richie looked at it with burning desire, the sudden urge to bite and claim consuming him but he focused his attention down. “Don- fuck, god, fuck. Don’t have to worry about them. Normally .”

“That’s not healthy.” Richie frowned. “You’re 18, you should’ve had at least a few heats by now. It’s not good to avoid them so much.”

“Ye-yeah I’m fucking learning that.” Max growled at him. “Fucking- I knew my medication wasn’t working enough lately but- I- Fuck, do that again- I didn’t think it was thi- this bad.”

“Did something set it off maybe?” Richie pressed his thumb down on Max’s slit again before moving his hand up and down again. “Like any possible triggers that made it worse?”

Max gave him an intense look that Richie only raised an eyebrow at. Max’s hips bucked into his hands again and his moaning became more frequent, so Richie sped his hand up, pulling out every tip and trick he knew in the book until Max became a senseless moaning mess in his hands. Any words or thoughts Max had were erased completely. He moved a hand up to grab Richie’s shoulder again, pulling him closer as he bucked his hips faster into Richie’s hand.

It isn’t much longer after that until Max is cumming with a punched out moan, breathing heavily as it breaks off into a needy whine. 

Richie’s face twisted up a bit as he pulled his cum covered hand back and wiped them on his shorts. Whatever, he was going to change in a moment anyway.

Richie awkwardly sat at Max’s side for a long moment as the jock tried to pull himself together. Richie blatantly ignores his own hard dick, watching in amazement as Max blinks slowly.

God, if Richie thought he was hot before, he’s a fucking Adonis now. He’s completely naked after having kicked his pants off, his tanned eight pack moving quickly as he caught his breath, glistening with his own spend, his rippling muscles languid as his deep blue eyes blinked up at the ceiling. His eyelashes are long and full, his face carved like he was a marbled statue built personally by Michaelangelo. His long legs are bent just slightly, his beautiful brown hair sweated out of the gel, soft curls brushing against his forehead.

Jesus fuck he’s beautiful, Richie feels his heart race.

“So,” Richie said after too many silent moments had passed, Max still breathing heavily. “You’re an omega.”

“If you say it one more fucking time, I’m going to kill you.” Max informed and Richie nodded, getting ready to ask more way too intrusive questions about what the fuck he just learned when Max’s heavy hand lands on his lap.

Richie bites down the moan that fights its way up his throat and he dropped his head a bit as Max begins unabashedly palming at his erection.

“Damn, you’re a fucking virgin for real.” Max said, a little breathless. “Hard just from jerking me off.”

Richie doesn’t have the confidence to say it was actually Max being a moaning, whining mess that really did it for him. He just leaned into the pressure of his hand a bit. 

“I have to-” Richie swallowed thickly. “My friends are waiting for me.”

At that mental reminder, Richie remembered suddenly all his insecurities and anger from before, not actually really ready to face them yet.

He’s not ready to see them with Steph , the dream girl, the dream Alpha that Richie wasn’t. He almost growled at the thought, distracted for a second before the hand on him pressed down a bit. Richie turned to focus back on the man before him, Max’s nose scrunched up and he gave Richie an intense look.

“Are you sure you’re unpresented?” Max asked and Richie scoffed at him as Max began to unzip his shorts. 

“Uh, yeah , I’m fucking sure.” Richie said and then let out a low groan as Max began to palm him through his boxers. He has half a mind to be embarrassed they’re fucking hello kitty boxers Ruth bought him as a joke once, but the rest of his mind is more focused on getting Max’s warm hand on his dick immediately.

Richie isn’t quite sure what’s going on here really. Sure, Richie just gave the guy a hand job, but that doesn’t exactly mean it needed to be requited. And also it was Max fucking Jägerman , palming at Richie’s cock with such intensity like he didn’t actively shove his head into toilets on a weekly.

Well, he hadn’t since Steph had joined their pack.

The thought of the girl made Richie’s anger flare again and Max is moving too fucking slow for his pleasure.

“Fucking hurry up, ” Richie growled, pushing his own shorts and boxers down to his thighs, releasing his hard cock.

“ Fuck ,” Max moaned at it and it’s Richie’s turn to grab his wrist and put it on Max’s hand on his dick. “Where the fuck do you hide that thing?” 

Richie looked down at his own dick, like he hadn’t seen it before, then at Max, whose mouth is open a little in amazement and Richie appreciated the desire and all but he really needed Max to get moving.

He harshly grabbed Max’s hand again and moved it a bit, up and down his length and he groaned, trying to get Max to get with the fucking program.

It takes him a moment, eyes still locked on to Richie’s cock in astoundment, but soon his hand is moving of its own accord and Richie groaned.

“I’m not-” Richie swallowed thickly. “That big.”

“For your fucking height?” Max scoffed, shaking his head, eyes still locked on Richie’s dick like it was the 8th fucking wonder of the world. “Shit, I think you might be bigger than me.” 

Richie looked down at his own dick, then at Max’s and laughed deeply. 

“Jealous?” Richie asked and Max’s pupils are blown so wide there’s hardly any blue left. Richie swallowed at the intensity of Max’s gaze and he still isn’t moving fast enough and Richie is already the normal kind of frustrated, he doesn’t want to add sexually frustrated on top of it. “Dude, fucking do something or I’ll handle it myself.” 

Max stared at Richie’s dick for another long moment, swallowing slowly and Richie is about to pull away and go take care of it in the showers before Max speaks again.

“Can I give you a blow job?” Max asked, voice heavy with want and Richie moaned at the suggestion. 

“Fuck yeah,” Richie said. In the blink of an eye, Max is moving, he grabbed Richie by the waist and lifted him up, placing him on the bench a few inches away and he knelt before him. Richie doesn’t even get time to appreciate the sight of Max on his knees for him because in one swift motion, Max has his mouth wrapped around his length.

Richie’s hands move quickly, one nestling in Max’s hair and the other resting on his shoulder, squeezing gently as Max’s mouth surrounds him.

Richie is decently sized, he knows this, he’s not huge like Max is claiming, at least, not in his personal view. He doesn’t flaunt his size the fuck around like some people. It’s not like anyone would’ve believed him anyway.

He hadn’t quite realised though how big his dick is until now, watching as Max tries to take all of it in his mouth only to angrily huff when his gag reflex stops him.

Richie shudders when Max’s tongue runs along the underside of his cock, his hand wrapping around the base of it, covering what his mouth can’t and Richie’s hips stutter a bit into the warm wet cavern of Max’s mouth.

Max is slowly moving around Richie, tongue taking its sweet time licking up around him, Max’s head bobs up and down slowly and it’s great, it feels amazing, but it’s not fast enough.

Richie’s hand that rests in Max’s hair fisted around his locks, causing Max to whine on his dick and the vibrations of his hum sending waves of pleasure up Richie’s spine. He uses his leverage on Max’s hair to push him down a bit before pulling him back, his hips bucking up.

Max lets him, Max the fucking king of Hatchetfield, the Literal Monster , lets Richie, anime fucking weeb Richie , hold his head down as he shoves his dick down his throat.

Richie feels a rush of power flood through his body and it’s what pushes him to keep thrusting his hips up, pushing Max’s head down as he fucks his mouth.

Max is pliant under his hands and he moans around Richie’s dick, like he’s enjoying being used like this.

When Richie had gotten off the field, he had planned to kick the air and scream a lot before changing and meeting up with his friends. Finding out Max Jägerman was an omega and the jock giving him a blow job had not been in his plans, but he would not say he was unhappy with the outcome.

Max swallowed around Richie’s dick and the nerd lets out a low moan and released Max’s hair, trying to push him off as his orgasm finally hits.

Max though, doesn’t budge an inch, swallows down as much of Richie’s dick as he can and stays put as Richie orgasms hard into his mouth, hips bucking helplessly and Max swallows down every drop of cum.

Richie moaned at the sight, tossing his head back as he rode out his release, swallowing thickly and using his foot to push Max off once he’s done riding his high.

Max kneels back on his feet, hands on his lap and he looks up at Richie with gentle eyes and Richie has to catch his breath.

“Fuck, did you swallow it all?” Richie asked and Max grinned as he opened his mouth, showing Richie he had indeed swallowed every last drop of his spent. “ Fuck .” 

Richie is trying to catch his breath when he noticed Max was hard again, and suddenly a few things click into place.

“Oh shit, you’re in heat, aren’t you?” Richie is about to start feeling real fucking guilty about taking advantage of an omega in heat but Max shook his head.

“No, well, pre-heat.” Max informed. “Still all conscious and shit. Needed to jack off real bad cause of all that fucking adrenaline. Couldn’t actually fucking get off for a bit.”

“So, what’s with the second boner?” Richie moved his foot to rest on Max’s thigh, dangerously close to his dick and Max’s eyes zeroed in on it. 

“That’s uh,” Max swallowed. “Pre-heat shit. Easily turned on and stuff.”

Richie raised an eyebrow as he processed that and now it’s his turn to grin.

“You got turned on giving me a blow job?” Richie asked, teasing Max the same way he had teased him moments prior. 

“Hey, that's better than getting one while giving a handie.” Max shot back and Richie laughed.

“Yeah well, as you’ve established, I’m a virgin.” Richie pointed out. Well, maybe not anymore. What specifically counted as the line for losing your virginity? Did it have to be penetration or did any sexual act count? He’ll think about it later. “ You’ve slept with half the school, figured you wouldn’t react the same.”

Max flushed a bit. “Like I said.” He grumbled under his breath. “Pre-heat shit.”

Richie laughed again and nodded, moving his foot a little closer to Max’s dick. Max let out a low whine at that and his hips stuttered a bit instinctively.

Neither of them say anything for a moment, Max’s eyes stay glued on Richie’s foot slowly inching closer and Richie’s stay glued on Max’s face.

They’re both considering it, Richie wants more than anything to press the heel of his foot into Max’s crotch, watch as the jock ruts against him, begging for release, using only the small amount of touch Richie offers him to cum and he’s watching the internal debate flood through Max’s mind, like he’s trying to decide if he’ll really sink that low.

The answer is yes, apparently, as Max looked up at Richie, eyes soft and begging.

“ Please ,” came out a whined plea and Richie’s foot moved fast. 

He’s not barefoot, he’s wearing old socks that probably don’t feel too great pressed against a bare dick, but Max moaned like it was the most amazing feeling known to man.

Richie pushes his foot down a little harshly as Max rutted against it, hips bucking and chasing after Richie’s foot each time he pulled it back even a little bit.

“God, look at you,” Richie’s voice is low and he doesn’t even realise he’s talking until he’s said it. He hadn’t really planned on speaking at all, still a little shocked by this entire surreal experience. But he’s started speaking now and the whine Max gives him in response only encourages him. “So desperate for release, you’ll use anything to get it. Humping my fucking foot like a dog, absolutely fucking shaking. You don’t even know what you look like right now, do you?”

Richie doesn’t know where any of this confidence is coming from, it’s like he’s forgotten who he’s talking to, but none of it matters when Max leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Richie’s knee and he lets out a pathetic sob.

“ Please, please, please ,” Max is mumbling under his breath as his hip thrusts become more frantic, losing their rhythm.

Richie pushed his foot down harder, toes digging into the base of Max’s cock and the man moaned so loudly it echoed around the walls of the locker room.

“Are you always like this?” Richie wondered aloud. “Do all the girls of Hatchetfield know what a pathetic mess you become after just one orgasm?”

“No, nono no ,” Max mumbled, and he looked up at Richie. There’s tears in his eyes which shock Richie a little, but what shocked him more is how desperate for Richie he looked. “Only you, prom’se.” 

Richie is starting to think Max might be a lot more heat than pre-heat right now with how much of a mess Richie has rendered him to and he moved to pull away from Max, ready to stop this. He was not the kind of person to take advantage of others, and if Max was truly in his heat, then he’d be too desperate for anybody to grind against.

His thoughts are all shattered the moment he lifted pressure off of Max’s cock, the jock whining pathetically and his hands come around Richie’s calves, trying to pull his foot back.

“Max, are you sure you’re not in heat?” Richie asked and Max groaned frustrated.

“I fucking promise , okay?” Max pouted at him. “Fucking- Please .”

And Richie will worry more later about how he should’ve committed to stopping so Max can give him a proper confirmation, but Max’s grip on his leg is tight and he’s pulling Richie forward and he looked so desperate , so Richie is helpless to do anything but press the heel of his foot to the tip of Max’s dick.

Max moaned out loudly and in just that last movement, it sent him over the edge.

He whined and moaned and panted as he came for the second time, dropping his head on Richie’s knee as he slowly came down from his high. 

Richie slowly moves a hand in his hair, comfortingly brushing through locks as Max slowly comes back.

They sit in peaceful, comforting silence for a while. Richie distracts himself from his own struggles by focusing on running his hands through Max’s hair, watches Max’s eyelashes flutter as he breathes slowly, head rested against his knee, hands still holding is leg.

It was a nice moment, Richie will admit, but it’s broken by Richie’s ringtone going off.

They both jump and Richie grabbed his phone quickly, about to decline the call but he froze when he saw who it was.

“Don’t fucking answer.” Max grumbled and Richie gave him a gentle glare.

“It’s my uncle, I have to.” And that’s the only warning Richie gives Max before he answered.

“Where are you?!” Paul asked, sounding panicked on the other end and Richie felt guilt consume him when he realised just how long he’d been gone.

“Sorry, I’ve been,” Richie swallowed thickly and looked down at the reason he’d been late. Max had shifted now to rest his cheek against Richie’s bare thigh, his fingers tracing shapes onto the other one and he’s looking up at Richie with the softest eyes.

Okay, genuinely where the fuck did Max Jägerman go and who decided to replace him with a mushy double? Was that all it took to get him to calm the fuck down, giving him an orgasm?

“I’ve been frustrated a lot today,” Richie informed, because he can’t lie to Paul and he also can’t tell him the truth. “I needed a bit to calm down.”

Paul sighed heavily on the other end. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for richie to get so fucking pissed he goes MIA for hours, so this wasn’t a crazy thing to happen.

“Okay, okay,” Paul said slowly. Richie thinks he’s probably pacing. “Okay. Just- Just hurry up, okay? Uh, your friends told me to tell you they’re going to some party? I almost didn’t believe them but one of the cheerleaders vouched? Pete said he sent you the address, I’ll drive you after we grab some food, okay?”

Richie feels that rage begin to come back because he knows the only reason they’re going to that party is because of Steph. 

Richie sighed heavily, and he’s forcing himself to calm down. He likes Steph, like a lot. She’s awesome, epic, and super cool. He had to remind himself a few times before he answered his uncle.

“Yeah, I’ll probably be like fifteen more minutes.” Richie informed and Paul sighed but agreed and hung up.

Max is still soft looking, looking blissed out and god fucking damn he looked adorable. He pouted up at Richie a bit.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked and Richie sighed. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen after this. Max would probably come back to school after his heat and then push Richie down five flights of stairs and threaten to break every single one of his limbs if he dared to tell anyone in the school their alpha king was actually an Omega.

But for now, he’ll try and commit the scene below him to memory. Try and remember the feeling of Max’s big calloused hands tracing his thighs, try and remember how he sounded pleading for Richie, how he looked as he promised Richie was the only one who’d ever seen him like this.

It makes something like pride swell in Richie’s chest, something a little possessive nestle right underneath that feeling.

Only Richie has ever reduced Max to a pleading mess, and all he’d done is give him a quick hand and footjob.

Richie smiled a little softly down at Max as the other looked up at him and his fingers gently scratched at Max’s scalp.

“I have to,” Richie said. “Only meant to come in here and shower.”

“And yell a bunch,” Max said and Richie felt his face warm when he realised that yeah, Max would’ve heard him throwing a fit earlier. “The fuck was that all about?”

“Nothing,” Richie said, because sure, they just fucked around a bit, but Richie isn’t about to tell the guy his fears and insecurities. Especially not when he was the guy who used his fears and insecurities against him. “Just part of my endgame ritual.” 

Max snorted at that, shaking his head a little, still pressed against Richie’s thigh.

They’re silent for a long moment before Richie forced himself to stop stalling and shower.

“I really have to get cleaned up.” Richie said and Max frowned a little, before nodding.

“I’ll shower with you.” He informed determindedly, and who is Richie to tell Max no when he looked so fucking adorable.

“Fine,” Richie said and he went to where his gym locker was and grabbed out fresh clothes and soap before going to the showers, where Max had been waiting under slowly warming water.

Richie took a step in when Max pulled him in by the wrist, dragging him under the spray of water and Richie huffed but grinned a little as he began to clean himself. Max was trying to help, or at least, Richie thinks he is, but his hands are more just roaming over Richie’s body with no real intent.

It definitely strange being pressed against Max like this in the shower, the normal brute and angry jock being so nice and soft, but Richie wasn’t complaining. He’d commit this memory to mind forever, even when Max probably beat him up in a few days for it.

Max wrapped his arms around Richie from behind as the other was just finishing rinsing off and Richie huffed, amused.

“Pre-heat, huh?” Richie asked as he rolled his hips back against Max. Max moaned lowly in his throat as Richie pressed against his slow forming erection. “I haven’t even done anything.”

“Well maybe it’s just you,” Max said quietly, hiding his face in Richie’s shoulder. The nerd sighed and turned in Max’s arms.

“I have to go,” Richie reminded and Max let out a low, punched out sound. Richie sighed heavily, and moved his hand down, taking Max in his hands once more and stroking him slowly. “If this is how you are in pre-heat, I wonder what you’re like in heat.”

Max thrusted his hips desperately into Richie’s hand, holding him tight so their chests were pressed against each other, face buried in his neck.

“Sh-should come over then,” Max mumbled into his shoulder. “Spend it with me.”

Richie feels a lump in his throat and his eyes widen as he picked up speed, and Max moaned lowly, right in Richie’s ear.

The idea was enticing, truly, but Richie knew that the moment Max had a second to think about it, he’d probably kick Richie out, or kill him. Probably kill him.

Besides, Omegas heats were best handled by an Alpha, which as Richie loved to keep reminding himself, he wasn’t. 

Max sniffled a little, nose pressed against Richie’s throat and Richie felt him frown.

“Are you- ohh, please, faster- you... okay?” Max closed his eyes tight, hips thrusting impossibly faster into Richie’s hand.

Richie’s free hand traced circles on Max’s back.

“I’m fine,” Richie said. “You should find someone else to spend your heat with. Someone you’d actually want there.”

Max goes to protest him then, but Richie moved his hand, pressed his thumb down and dragged it up to the tip, and soon Max was coming for the third time in the last half hour. 

Richie rinsed them both off under the spray of water quickly and after making sure Max can stand on his own, turned to dry off and change. 

He didn’t want to give Max time to try and convince him to come over, or worse, to properly gather his thoughts and threaten Richie. He also didn’t want Paul to worry any longer than necessary, so he gets into fresh and clean clothes as fast as he can, puts his shoes on and grabs his belongings.

Richie only paused to make sure Max had gotten out of the shower, stopping at the back of the locker room and watching as he also, albeit a lot slower, dried himself off and changed.

Max turned and met his gaze and there’s something hurt in his expression that's definitely misplaced and Richie turned away quickly so he didn’t have to look at it.

Everything was fine and normal. Yeah, sure, he just kind of helped Max have a few orgasms, got a blow job from him, you know found out the guy was an omega and everything, but no, yes, everything was normal.

It’s what he tells himself over and over as he finds Paul.

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When Richie gets home, he takes another shower, this time ice cold and trying to shake his head of the memories of Max’s body pressed against him.

Party. Right, party. In an hour, Steph would be stopping by his house to pick him up and drive him, Ruth and Richie over to Brenda’s house for the after game party. It technically had started already, but Ruth needed to get things sorted out with her moms and Pete had to convince Ted to let him out.

Apparently Ted had pretty much enthusiastically agreed when Pete asked, telling the younger Spankoffski he was just so proud he was finally leaving his shell. 

Because of Stephanie Lauter.

Richie thinks he might need therapy or something. Steph is an amazing person, she’s nice to the people who deserve it (and for some reason, she’s decided the nerds deserve it), defensive and protective over the people she cared about, funny and never treated any of them as lesser than.

If she was a beta or an omega, Richie would have never felt any ounce of jealousy over her, fuck it, if Richie was an actual alpha, he wouldn’t feel jealousy.

But the point is he’s not and she is and so it makes Richie feel almost like he’s being left behind.

He should just fucking talk to Pete and Ruth about it, maybe even Steph too. Tell them how he feels and they can all sort it out.

Part of Richie is scared though, that he’ll tell them he’s scared of being replaced by Steph and they’ll look him in the eyes and tell him he is.

It’s illogical, Pete and Ruth have been his friends for ages, they’ve never made him feel like he doesn’t belong, never led him to believe he’d ever be replaced, but Richie can’t stop the fact that he fears it .

He’s interrupted from his negative doomed thinking when Paul knocked on his door.

“Your friends are here.” Paul said and gave Richie a soft smile. “Have fun at the party tonight okay? And if there’s alcohol-”

“Don’t drink any, I know.” Richie said and Paul chuckled.

“I was going to say make sure you’re properly hydrating and eating enough food along with it.” Paul said and ruffled Richie’s hair. “You’re 18 and you guys won your game, I think drinking a little is perfectly acceptable. Just don’t get into any trouble.”

Richie smiled, feeling calmer than before. Paul always had that kind of effect, of being able to sooth Richie’s insecurities and fears with just a lighthearted joke and overwhelming support. He hugged him tightly and Paul hugged him back.

As Richie is running out of the door, Paul suddenly called out “ And don’t forget to use to protection!” and Richie almost tripped out of the door, it slamming closed behind him and his face burned as he’s suddenly reminded of Max Jägerman, naked on the floor before him, pleading and begging up at him.

Richie shook his head as he walked down the sidewalk and got into the back of Steph’s jeep with Ruth.

“Who's ready to party?!” Steph screamed once he buckled up and Ruth cheered loudly, causing Richie to cover his ears, shaking his head fondly.

Brenda’s house is huge, but somehow smaller than Richie had been expecting. It was kind of nice to see actually, she didn’t live in some massive ass manor like Steph did, but just a normal house that was maybe just a little bigger than necessary.

There were teens outside, some wearing cheer and jersey uniforms, other dressed in casual wear, laughing and dancing and talking. It looked almost right out of a coming of age movie scene and Richie is suddenly feeling a bit like maybe he’s been missing out on a lot of the highschool experience.

Ruth is fighting with her seatbelt and running out of the car in a flash, Pete and Steph behind soon after and Richie takes his take.

Inside is slightly more crowded, the music a little too loud, but everyone’s smiling and in a good mood and it kind of is infectious, causing Richie to smile as he looked around.

“I’m gonna go find Stace.” Steph told them and gestured around. “You guys go nuts.”

“I’ll come with you.” Pete said and Steph gives him a warm smile. 

“Sure, bow tie.” Steph said and grabbed his hand, disappearing into the crowd with him. Ruth turned and grabbed Richie’s hand.

“Let’s explore!” She shouted excitedly and Richie nodded, letting the beta drag him through the seas of people. Richie notices that everyone’s scent is oddly stronger than normal, and his brows furrow. Ruth, Pete and Steph didn’t mention it, but it smells pretty intense, intense enough Richie can smell it.

Whatever, if they’re not mentioning it, it’s probably fine.

Ruth and Richie wander around the house for a bit, going from room to room.

Richie had been worried that all the other guests would be put off by their appearance but everyone seemed oddly... excited that they were there. 

Richie gets a lot of claps on the back and compliments for his routine on the field earlier, Ruth gets a lot of hey girl s and people complimenting her outfit (she’d ditched her usual sweater and was wearing one of Steph’s crop tops). It had Ruth flustered and smiling so wide Richie was worried her cheeks would be sore.

They spend about half an hour just wandering around the house before Ruth stopped dragging Richie, pausing in the crowd.

“Omigod, is that Grace?” Richie asked, looking over where Ruth was staring wide eyed. It was no secret to the nerd trio that Ruth had been harboring a massive crush on the other beta for ages, and even now she wasn’t hiding it well, staring at Grace with hearts in her eyes.

The religious girl was walking through the crowd, tapping on people’s shoulders and angrily talking about something before everyone just started to ignore her.

“I didn’t know she went to parties like this,” Richie said, nudging Ruth’s shoulder. “You should go talk to her.”

“What?! Why?” Ruth asked, flustered and Richie laughed.

“Well for one, she seems like she has nothing better to do than bug people,” Richie said. “I’m sure everyone would appreciate you dragging her away. And she likes you, that’s obvious.”

“Not the way I do,” Ruth mumbled, pouting a little and Richie shook his head, grabbing Ruth by the shoulders. 

“You don’t know that for sure.” Richie said. “I mean, she’s repressed as hell, but she likes you probably the most out of everyone in this school, so it’s not wildly off base to assume she might have romantic interest in you. Getting to spend some quality time with her would be good anyway. It’s not like we can explore Brenda’s house all night.”

Ruth sighed heavily, but nodded, suddenly looking determined and she turned to Richie.

“I will!” She said and hugged him tightly before running off into the crowd, tapping Grace’s shoulder. Richie watched from his spot as Grace turned, the annoyed expression on her face quickly smoothing away into happy surprise and she and Ruth began talking for a moment before Grace grabbed Ruth’s hand and dragged her away into the crowd. 

Richie smiled after them before sighing.

Now he was alone at a house party full of people he didn’t really know. Well, actually, he knew all these people pretty well, but most of them never even bothered to give him the time of day, not until recently at least.

Richie makes his way through the crowd of drunk teenagers, trying to find a less crowded space and finds himself in the kitchen.

There’s packs of half empty beer cans and bottles along the counter, a spilled bowl of chips, several bags of pretzels and other chips torn open and practically empty, a bowl of punch that was most definitely spiked and empty red solo cups littering the floor.

There were also three people in the kitchen and they all turned to Richie with genuine smiles on their faces.

“Shit Lips!” Jason greeted and Kyle and Brenda echoed the greeting. “Oh man! I’ve been waiting for you to show up to one of these parties forever!”

Jason throws an arm around Richie’s shoulder in a friendly gesture, smiling so genuinely down at him and Richie raised an eyebrow.

“You... uh, have?” Richie asked and Jason nodded.

“Hell yeah! Dude, I meant it earlier when I said you were hella important to our team.” Jason reminded. “Man, I don’t think I’d ever be able to push through every game without you there.”

“Totally,” Kyle said, nodding vigorously. “You make every game worth playing.”

Richie felt a little... confused? Sure, the football team had started being a bit nicer to him lately, but this was genuine kindness they were giving him right now, a stark contrast from the bullying taunts they’d thrown at him the past few years.

“I thought you guys, like...” Richie shrugged under Jason’s arms. “Hated me or something.”

“No! No man, no way!” Jason shook his head. “I mean, we only bullied you and shit cause it was what Max wanted and you were a loser. But now that Steph’s cool with you, I mean, it’s kind of opened the door for us to be cool with you too? And Max, I mean, he didn’t seem to care when we told him we were excited you were coming earlier.”

Richie blinked at that, surprised and it’s like then he realised a very notable presence was missing.

“Where is Max?” Richie asked and Kyle scoffed as he filled a cup with punch. Brenda gestured upstairs with an annoyed look.

“He’s hiding out in my parents room,” She said with an eye roll. “Said he felt so unmanly and shit . He told us he’d join the party in a bit, but that was hours ago.”

Richie thinks back to Max, how he’d been in pre-heat earlier. Three orgasms theoretically should’ve staved off any other pre-heat symptoms until at least tomorrow, but it was sounding like maybe Max’s suppressants have fucked him over more than he expected. 

“He also stunk ,” Kyle sang out, smiling a little. “I mean, he said he took a shower, but he smelled awful .”

Richie frowned then, he hadn’t noticed anything off with his smell earlier, besides the whole omega thing.

“What’d he smell like?” Richie asked and Jason laughed.

“I know you can’t tell,” Jason said and tapped his nose. “Unpresented and all, but when omegas are rejected their alpha, they fucking reek. And he smelled exactly like that, a rejected omega.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Richie said and Kyle laughed.

“Are you kidding, makes total sense.” Kyle said. “Girls are always chasing after Max, it makes sense one of them would take it a little too seriously.” 

“No, I meant,” Richie waved a hand around. “I mean, that only really happens if there’s some sort of bond, if the omega genuinely feels for the alpha, I don’t think there’s anyone in the school who feels like that for Max .”

Suddenly Jason is looking at Richie with an all too knowing look that makes Richie want to crawl out of his skin.

There’s no fucking way Jason knows, no way Jason knows about the stupid ass little crush Richie had on Max, there’s just no way. 

“Hey, listen, some girls are crazy delulu.” Brenda said, bringing both their attention to her as she crossed her arms and shrugged. “Maybe one of them got real parasocial.”

“Parasocial is for online people, babe.” Kyle said and wrapped a hand around Brenda’s waist. Brenda smiled and leaned into him. “I guess it could kind of apply here though, right?”

“Totally,” Jason nodded and then squeezed Richie for a second before finally letting him go. “Oh! Hey man, you should try this, Brad made it.”

Jason poured Richie a cup of the mystery punch and Richie looked down at the cup, still thinking about Max.

 He smelled exactly like that, a rejected omega, is pounding around in his head still, louder and louder each time.

There’s no way that they were being for real, maybe... they smelled him wrong? Or maybe they were just fucking around and Max was fine. 

Max had asked Richie to spend his heat with him, and Richie said no and now Max allegedly smelled like a rejected omega? There was no fucking way, it just didn’t make sense.

Because if it was true , if Max smelled like that after Richie had rejected him? Then it meant Max actually liked him, like a lot . And that he was genuinely fucking upset Richie had said no.

No, it couldn’t be, because the entire condition of that was that Richie had to be an alpha, which he wasn’t !

Even if maybe he felt a little angrier than normal today and everything smelled so intensely suddenly and everyone kept doubting he was unpresented out of nowhere, it didn’t mean anything!

Richie had been unpresented for 18 years, he’s not going to spontaneously present after so long!

There’s too many thoughts in Richie’s head and he knocked back his drink in one go and it burned as it rolled down his throat, but Kyle and Jason cheered and poured him another drink in seconds and he downed that one in seconds too.

He lets the two jocks drag him around the party for a bit, happily cheering with the others, chatting to Richie, letting him feel like he was worth something, and he tried not to focus on Max upstairs allegedly smelling like a rejected omega.

It got harder to ignore the more time stretched on though.

After almost two hours since he found out had passed and Max had yet to make any actual appearance in the party, Richie gave in.

“Which room would Max be in?” Richie asked Brenda, who raised an eyebrow.

“My parents room, it’s at the end of the hall.” Brenda said and Richie nodded, turning to go. “Hey! Tell him that the maid does the laundry and she’s already traumatised from the last time he slept with someone in there and he better not do that to Sylvia again!” she called after him.

Richie ignored the buzzing in his ears as he pushed through the crowd to the stairs. 

He passed Ruth and Grace, who were pressed against a wall, cheeks flushed as they talked to each other, heads leaning in close so they could hear over all the sound. Richie smiled fondly at them as he passed through.

As he passed the kitchen, his eyes widened with a mirthful look when he spotted Steph pressing Pete into a wall, kissing him deeply and he turned away from the sight, but he felt happy for his friends.

Surprisingly, upstairs is pretty quiet, there’s only a few people upstairs, and they’re mainly all trying to get away from the party for a moment. The music is a gentle thud and you can barely hear all the excited cheering and talking turned into muffled voices. 

Richie gets to the end of the hall and paused outside it, putting a hand over his nose.

Despite the door being closed, there was an intense scent coming from the room, causing alarms to ring in Richie’s mind and his eyes widened.

It was definitely Max, and it was definitely the smell of a rejected omega, the air thick with sadness and self pity, Richie almost choked on it because it was so heavy.

There was-

There was no way.

Richie raised his hand to knock on the door, but before his knuckles even get the chance to knock on it, it’s swinging open and a hand is pulling him into the room.

Richie let out a yelp as he’s then slammed against the door and has over 200 pounds of jock wrapping around him.

“Uh, Max?” Richie asked and the jock hummed in response. Max had wrapped his arms around Richie tightly, burying his face into Richie’s neck, right over the spot where a scent gland would be if he had one. “You... okay?”

Max doesn’t respond, but he exhales and his entire body shakes with it. It smelled god awful in the room and Richie had to resist the urge to cover his nose lest he hurt Max’s feelings or something dumb like that.

“Can you,” Richie swallowed thickly. “Get off me?”

Max is still for a moment before he suddenly pulled away, flinching like he’d been burned, crossing his arms and clearing his throat.

“Sorry,” He grumbled angrily, rolling his shoulders back and glaring at Richie like he’d been the one to hug Max first.

“It’s ... okay.” Richie mumbled awkwardly and then walked over to the windows, opening them slowly and Max let out a pathetic whine, sitting down on the king sized mattress.

“I reek, don’t I?” Max asked, frowning and Richie winced. He scratched his arm a little awkwardly, nodding slowly, watching as Max curled up on the bed, arms wrapped around himself.

“Just a bit,” Richie said and Max frowned, jaw clenched. “What... happened?”

Max looked at Richie, incredulous for a moment like he couldn’t fathom why Richie was asking before something like anger flickered across his face and he frowned even deeper.

“None of your fucking business,” Max grumbled and Richie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to one of the now opened windows.

Right, so they’re back to this. Richie isn’t entirely sure what he expected to be honest. He knew logically he wasn’t some jock tamer that would get Max to start being nice and everything just because of what happened. Max was still Max and knowing this about him wouldn’t suddenly change that.

But, sue him, okay? Richie has seen the guy become a pleading, begging mess after a single orgasm, he feels a little high and mighty now, which is definitely going to get his ass killed.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” Richie said, shrugging carelessly and Max’s incredulous look returned. Probably because had this been yesterday , Richie would’ve cowarded under his threatening tone but now he dismisses it with ease. “It’s not going to fix anything if you keep up with the brooding shit though.”

Max glared at him and the stare did intimate Richie a little, feeling like a bug pinned in place and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, squirming under the stare.

“Bitch,” Max grumbled under his breath, almost sounding pained . “It’s your fault.”

Max’s tone is sharp and accusing, he sounded fucking pissed and Richie frowned at him, fingers itching along his arm nervously.

“How is it my fault?” Richie asked and Max’s glare sharpened.

“I’m not saying it out loud,” Max said and Richie tried not to focus on it. Max wasn’t a rejected omega , he just wasn’t because Richie wasn’t an alpha and Max definitely didn’t feel like that for him. Richie shook his head instead, looking to the side and out the window where some people were chasing each other around on the lawn.

“It’s probably some fucked up side effect from your supressants.” Richie said and then pointed at Max, looking back at him. “Did you take those after what happened earlier?” 

“They aren’t helping with shit,” Max grumbled. “I talked to the nurse, she said something fucking triggered it today. I’m choosing to blame you because I was fine until your scent turned sour halfway through the game.”

Richie threw his hands up.

“I don’t have a scent!” Richie said. “Not like that at least.”

“You can keep spewing that unpresented bullshit,” Max said, shaking his head. “But you’re either fucking lying to yourself or way more idiotic than you think.”

Richie huffed angrily and took a step forward, gesturing at himself. 

“I’m not presented!” Richie shouted, feeling anger constrict in his chest. To him, it felt like Max was just rubbing it in his face that he wasn’t presented, wasn’t good enough. Richie fucking knew that , okay? He didn’t need anyone else telling him that. “ You have reminded me enough times about that fact and how it makes me less than, you do remember that, right?”

Max scowled at him, but crawled on the bed away from Richie as the nerd slowly, angrily, approached.

“Well maybe you’ve been wearing suppressants or some shit too, bitch.” Max said and Richie groaned angrily. 

“I haven’t been!” Richie yelled. “Do you think I would willingly put up with that for fucking fun ? I have an alpha slowly taking my place in my own goddamn pack, which I wouldn’t have to worry about if I had any sort of presentation! My family kicked me out, I’ve lost countless family connections because of it, I’ve missed out on countless friends because you told them to stay away from the unpresented loser . So whatever the hell you think I’ve been doing, stop it!”

Max’s eyes are uncharacteristically wide and he’s on the edge of the bed now, as far away from Richie as he could get without falling off and he looked intimidated . 

Richie realised now he’d been yelling, fury raging in his chest at the fact that Max dared to think he went through all of that just for the fucking hell of it.

Max him up and down for a moment while Richie tried to calm himself down, closing his eyes and exhaling slowly.

“You’re an alpha.” Richie’s eyes burst open, any attempt at calming himself down completely null and void. 

“Did you hear anything I just said or-” “I did,” Max interrupted and shook his head. “You’re a late presenter. Like, fucking mad late.”

Richie’s hands clenched into fists and he exhaled roughly.

“Fine, for a minute I will entertain you,” Richie said. “ Why do you think that?”

“Well for fucking one, your smell.” Max said and scoffed. “You’ve been reeking a lot more lately.”

“You’re one to talk, right now.” Richie said and Max glared at him. 

“It’s different,” Max explained. “You smell fucking pissed all the time. Sad sometimes, but mainly pissed. It’s a bitter kind of smell and it’s gets fucking overwhelming as shit because you don’t know how to reel it in.”

Max’s eyes suddenly lit up with realisation and he accusingly pointed at Richie.

“Bitch! You fucking triggered my heat!” Max shouted and Richie rolled his eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t do shit ,” Richie said and crossed his arms. “So fucking what, I smell more or whatever, that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Okay so you are just idiotic.” Max said. “Dumb fuck, unpresented people can’t have any sort of mood effected scent in the first place. You’d also have a stronger sense of smell, right? You could tell I was an omega even though I wasn’t in active heat, you wouldn’t be able to tell if you weren’t.”

Richie was getting a little less unsure of his own stance on the definitely not being presented thing as he remembered how sharp everyone’s scent downstairs was and how no one pointed it out. Self consciously he rubbed his nose, glaring a little.

“Okay, so?” Richie asked, shaking his head. “I smell and can smell, that still doesn’t mean anything, especially not that I’m an alpha.”

Max groaned frustratedly and stood, wincing a little, now towering over Richie and the nerd glared up at him. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be some fucking genius or whatever?” Max asked. “Look, you’ve been, what, angry a lot lately? Throwing your fucking fits, pissed off. You said someone was moving in on your pack, your hormones or whatever are probably kicking in out of self defense.”

“That’s not a thing,” Richie said assuredly even though he wasn’t 100% sure if it was or not. 

“Sure the fuck it is,” Max said and then thought for a second. “Is it Steph? Are you fucking intimidated by Steph?”

“I’m not talking about this with you .” Richie growled and Max rolled his eyes.

“You already know I’m a fucking omega,” Max shot back. “Least you can do is offer some sort of olive garden branch.”

Richie, despite himself, snorted at that.

“It’s just an olive branch,” Richie corrected and rolled his eyes. “I don’t owe you of all people anything. You do know that, right? After all the fucking years of torment? If anything, me knowing this about you is just fucking payback.”

Max glared at him. It feels like all they’ve been doing is glaring and growling at each other since Richie came into the room. His nose twitched a little as he turned away and Max huffed at Richie.

“Fine, don’t fucking tell me.” Max said. “Just use that fucking brain of yours, really think about all this shit bitch. Because you’re definitely fucking presenting and you’re definitely an alpha, lucky bitch.”

Richie rolled his eyes, but gave in, thinking about ... everything from the past few weeks.

Sure, he’s been slightly more irritable lately, felt a little more protective over his friends lately, felt like his spot in his pack was being threatened. Yeah, sure, he could smell other people’s scents suddenly, sure apparently he had a scent. And okay admittedly, he’s been stupid fucking horny lately, like an absurd amount more than average. 

And it’s not impossible for people to present this late in life, there were cases of people presenting as late as their thirties even. And sure, Richie didn’t know much about the threat of being replaced forcing someone into presentation, so he didn’t know if it was a thing for real or not.

It didn’t make a lot of sense in Richie’s head though. Why now ? Was it really just because he felt so fucking threatened over Steph taking his place? He wasn’t even that threatened, he was just too much in his fucking head about it?

If he-

If he was an alpha though....

He wouldn’t need to worry about Steph, he could fucking relax and they could both be at peace in the pack without Richie feeling like he’s being replaced somehow. People would stop harassing and bullying him for his lack of presentation. 

Richie almost thinks it’s unfair actually, if he is presenting this late. His parents kicked him out, ripped him away from his family, cousins, people who loved him. His parents made sure no one else could ever get into contact with him all because he never fucking presented.

Richie lifted his eyes finally, looking at Max who was staring at him expectantly.

“Wouldn’t I have gone into a rut?” Richie asked and Max rolled his eyes.

“I don’t fucking know, I failed biology!” Max said and Richie raised an eyebrow.

“We learned about that in health class.” Richie pointed out and Max shrugged.

“Fucking failed that too,” Max pointed out, shaking his head.

Richie is silent for a moment, arms crossed as he thought for a long moment, trying to focus on everything he was feeling.

The past few days he’d been feeling a little hotter than normal, but he had passed that off on the fuckass weather changing back and forth. Except it’s kind of chilly in Brenda’s parents rooms with both windows open and Richie’s skin still burned. And yeah, like he mentioned earlier, he’d been a little hornier than normal. A shorter fuse, a little possessive.

Richie ran a hand down his face.

“Oh fuck,” He grumbled as he finally began to accept what was undeniably happening. Max scoffed at him. “Oh fuck , I’m gonna go into rut soon.”

Max then punched him in the shoulder, not as hard as he does when he’s trying to hurt Richie, but harder than entirely necessary for right now and Richie looked up at him.

“The fuck was that for?!” Richie shouted and Max flipped him off.

“ You’re why my meds stopped fucking working, bitch!” Max said, suddenly pissed. “Fucking coming to school when you’re about to go into rut.”

“I didn’t know !” Richie shot back. “It shouldn’t matter that much anyway unless you were already going to go into heat! It just- Speeds it up or whatever!”

Max punched him again and Richie slapped his arm in retaliation.

“Then fuck you for speeding it up!” Max said and Richie rolled his eyes.

“Well you seem fine now!” Richie said and Max shook his head.

“Before you fucking came in here I was practically dying .” Max reminded. “I’m only not actively in heat because I was kind of pity partying my way through rejection, asshole. By the way, not only does rejection emotionally hurt or whatever, but it like actually fucking hurts .”

Max winced again at that, arm wrapping around his own torso and Richie frowned.

“I didn’t reject you!” Richie argued, shaking his head. “And even if I did, it shouldn’t effect you this much unless you were like, fucking in love with me or some shit!”

Max’s glare grew intense at that accusation and Richie pointed.

“See? You don’t, so it’s not my fault!” Richie said and Max sat back on the bed, flopping onto his side and wincing.

“You did fucking reject me, asshole.” Max said. “And maybe my meds just fucked shit up, haven’t we established they’ve fucked a lot up?”

“I didn’t! ” Richie insisted. “I just said you should find someone else to spend your heat with.”

“ That’s a rejection! ” Max pointed out and then groaned, sounding pained. “Stop fucking talking about it, you’re making it worse.”

“Why does it matter this much anyway?” Richie asked, frowning as Max pressed the side of his face into the mattress. “Can’t you just... find someone else?”

“I asked you ,” Max pointed out. 

“Why?!” Richie threw his hands up frustrated. “I’m sure anyone else at school would be dying to help you through your heat.”

“They’d just use it as fucking blackmail.” Max said. “I don’t know why the fuck you aren’t. But seeing as you aren’t, right now you’re about the only fucking person I’d trust with this, bitch.”

Despite the insult, Max’s words make Richie soften a bit, and he frowned, gentle. 

“Do you really think people would use this against you?” Richie asked and Max glared at him.

“Fucking yes?” Max said, like it was obvious. “Again, real fucking surprised you aren’t. You could hold this over my head, threaten me to back off your fucking nerd friends or you’ll tell everyone. If I asked fucking, Stacy or Jason, sure they’d help, and then they’d never let it go. And I don’t really want any of them to help me with this anyway.”

“But you want me ?” Richie asked, incredulous. “What is wrong with you?”

“Clearly a fucking lot.” Max said and huffed, going silent now as he stared at the bedroom door. 

Richie’s nose twitched again and he smelled the air, noting that Max’s scent had gotten better, but he’s not too sure if that’s from Richie being there or the windows being opened.

Richie hesitantly moved forward, sitting on the bed next to Max and Max let out a low whine, shifting a bit so his forehead pressed against Richie’s arm and he sighed. Richie awkwardly stayed frozen in his spot, not sure what to do or say.

It was easier to handle Max when the other was staring doe eyed up at him, pleading for Richie to just touch him.

This in between window where Max just gets really touchy? Richie’s not sure how to handle that.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he let every revelation that had just came up in the last fifteen minutes swirl in his mind.

Richie, despite having been unpresented for 18 years, was finally presenting. His own rut was inevitably approaching and it’s not like he could hide he was presenting from anyway because after his rut it would be pretty damn obvious.

Also having a rut this late was going to fucking suck, Richie knew that. 

His approaching rut had set off Max’s heat, for whatever fucking reason, and Richie was the only one besides the boy’s father that knew he was an omega. For obvious fucking reasons his dad can’t help with his son’s heat. Max wanted, trusted, Richie to help him through it. Unassisted heats fucking suck as is, but Max’s meds are fucking him up and making him react as if Richie rejected him, and an unassisted rejected heat could hospitalise Max. Or even kill him if they’re not careful.

Richie bit the inside of his cheek, sighing frustratedly and he moved his arm to run his fingers through Max’s hair. The jock melted at his side, practically becoming one with the bed.

“How long do you think your heat would last?” Richie asked and Max doesn’t answer. Richie shakes him a little and Max hummed, so Richie repeated his question.

“Oh, I don’t fucking know,” Max grumbled. “Should be like three days. Five max.”

Richie nodded, thinking and focusing on himself again. He probably had at most three days before his own rut kicked in and he sighed.

“I’ll spend your fucking heat with you,” Richie grumbled and Max rolled his eyes.

“Don’t make it sound like it’s a fucking chore to you.” Max grumbled, but then after a beat of silence, spoke again. “Thanks.”

Richie perked up, raising an eyebrow and looking down at Max.

“Did you just thank me?” Richie asked, shocked and Max glared daggers at him.

“I’m not fucking repeating it, so don’t even ask, bitch.” Max threatened and Richie laughed, settling down a little more. “Are you... going to need help with you rut?”

Logically, Richie thinks he can get through it on his own. It’ll fucking suck, but his circumstances are different from Max’s, so it won’t be as bad.

But having someone would sure fucking help.

Richie shrugged though instead of directly answering. 

“I dunno,” Richie said and shrugged again. “I guess we’ll see.”

“Sure,” Max said.

The two stay in the room for a while after that, and soon Max’s scent turned from the foul, sour almost scent to a soft, airy one. He’s vaguely turned on, but it’s more just pre-heat effects than anything needing to be done immediately. Richie tried to ignore the gentle spicy smell of Max’s horniness, focusing on his own thoughts.

Part of him was worried, about the whole presenting thing.

His entire life had been changed and ripped apart due to his lack of presentation, would suddenly presenting change anything? Would his parents love him again? Would people stop bullying him at school? 

Richie suddenly frowned.

How would Paul feel?

Paul, his amazing uncle, who took him in without any questions, who stood by his side, related to Richie because they were both unpresented. Paul, who had tried to get Richie to understand and accept being unpresented didn’t make him less than. Paul, who loved and cared for Richie so much, and was still unpresented at 35.

It almost makes Richie’s chest hurt thinking about it, feeling almost as if he were betraying Paul somehow. Richie, walking around his house flaunting off the presentation Paul never got.

Fuck, Richie can’t tell him. Not yet, he’ll figure it out but he can’t. He won’t because he’s seen it . The way Paul’s smile faltered sometimes when presentations got brought up, when the love interest in a movie left her unpresented boyfriend, saw how Paul had knocked his knuckles together when Emma described her perfect partner, a beta . 

Richie had seen it all and he can’t bare to see it because of him . 

Fuck, what the hell is he going to do?

Chapter Text

The following day was a bit strange. Richie and Max had talked a bit more, sorted how handling Max’s heat would work out and they both agreed it’d be best for Richie to stay over at Max’s for the duration of his heat since his dad was out on some business trip anyway.

Richie was going to grab some groceries beforehand, make sure Max was actually eating and fucking hydrated throughout his heat. He was also going to pack some clothes and supplies so that everything was handled and they could just focus on helping Max.

Richie tries not to think too hard about it, about what helping Max will fully entail. Everytime he even thinks about Max’s heat, his skin feels hot and his heart races in his chest.

He’d been packed, had grabbed food and everything else they needed and now was trying to think of some way to explain to Paul why he was going to be gone for the better part of the next week without telling him everything.

Currently, Richie was staring at everything on his bed, biting his lip harshly, arms crossed as his mind raced.

All his ideas he had at the moment were easy to poke holes through. Oh I have a spontaneous class trip, oh actually Steph wanted to go on a road trip!, oh so it’s actually Senior Skip Week- yeah, none of those were really going to sell his Uncle on why he needed to disappear for a handful of days without getting a dozen questions in return.

Richie ran a hand down his face and groaned and his phone rang.

Sighing, he grabbed it and answered.

“Hey Pete,” Richie greeted his friend. “What’s up?”

“Steph asked me out.” Pete is saying, words tumbling out of his mouth at rapid fire speed and Richie’s eyes widened. He’d kind of expected that after their last night encounter, had honestly been expecting it ever since Steph joined their circle in the first place, honestly. Still,  he smiled for Pete.

“That’s awesome, dude,” Richie said, genuinely happy. “How’d that happen?”

Pete is silent for a second and it made Richie raise an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna Facetime you,” Pete said and Richie’s eyebrow only raised higher but he hummed in response and pulled the phone back as Pete switched to video.

Richie’s eyes blew wide as Pete came into frame, hand over his face, embarrassed.

“Was she trying to eat you or something?” Richie asked, shocked as he stared at Pete’s neck which had dozens of bite marks and hickeys littering every square inch of his neck. Richie literally stares and tries to look for a spot of Pete’s neck that remained untouched and laughed, almost impressed when he found he can’t.

“ Stop ,” Pete shook his head, hand still covering his mouth but it was clear he was smiling. His expression turned more embarrassed. “She triggered my heat.”

Richie’s eyes widened and he walked over to his desk, flipping through his planner pages a bit.

“You weren’t due for like another three weeks, man.” Richie said, double checking. Yeah, he was the kind of person who wrote down his friend’s heats, it wasn’t weird , okay? Especially given their circumstances it wasn’t too crazy for Richie to mark it down. Things had changed a bit since Pete’s last heat though, so maybe now it was.

“I know ,” Pete grumbled a bit. “But- I- I like her a lot Richie. I can’t control how my body reacted to her!”

“Gross.” Richie deadpanned and Pete glared at him. Suddenly an idea crossed his mind. “You’re gonna be out for the week then, right?”

“Probably like six days,” Pete whined. Richie only then noticed how tired Pete looked. Because of his hypoglycemia, his heats were always a little harder on him, his blood sugar levels tended to crash often because he was bad at remembering to take his meds and eat. They also always lasted longer, not for any other reason than Pete’s body just fucking hating him.

Richie hummed tough, eyes darting to his bed briefly where his bookbag full of clothes sat and the few bags of drinks and snacks and other supplies sat.

“Can I use you as an excuse for something?” Richie asked and Pete raised his eyebrow at him.

“Sure?” Pete asked. “What excuse do you need that gets you a week out?”

Richie’s face flushed a bit and he looked back at his phone.

“I’ll explain after,” Richie said. “Just- If Paul calls you at any point, tell him I’m taking care of you or whatever. We’ve done it before, he’ll believe it.”

“Yeah, sure,” Pete said and groaned. “I’m expecting a full explanation when I get back to school though.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Richie shook his head. “You’ll probably get an immediate answer once we see each other in person again anyway.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Pete asked and Richie huffed.

“You’ll find out.” Richie said and then grinned sharply. “So Steph is helping you through your heat?”

Pete’s face turned bright red and he quickly turned his camera off, only now noticing he’d been very blatantly wearing her flannel. Richie laughed at him as Pete grumbled.

“ Yes ,” Pete said and Richie can almost imagine him crossing his arms. 

“You guys going to bond?” Richie asked, sitting down, slightly less worried now that he had his excuse all sorted out. 

“I don’t know!” Pete said. “I mean, I like her a lot and I mean, she asked me out so she likes me too, right? But come on, she’s Steph , she’s so much cooler than me and bonds are serious . You can’t just bond with someone and then move on after. What if she sees how much of a loser I am and changes her mind?”

“Pete, if she doesn’t realise how massive of a loser you are by now, I’m afraid she may just be blind.” Richie informed, getting Pete to grumble at him. “You’re selling yourself too short though. If Stephanie Lauter asked you out, it’s because she likes you, dude. For who you are. She’s spending your heat with you because she cares. So don’t do that thing where you mess things up because you get insecure.”

“I don’t do that.” Pete defended and Richie scoffed.

“Yeah, you do, like all the time.” Richie said. “Just, don’t ruin it for yourself. Remember what I said about destiny knocking but once?”

“Yeah and then I got my ass beat up by Max,” Pete reminded. “So I’m not really sure you should be echoing that advice.”

Richie rolled his eyes even though Pete can’t see him. 

“That was circumstantial.” Richie said. “Besides, Steph tried to fight him back the day after and he backed off. She risked her own social standing over you, Pete. She technically does every day hanging around us. She wouldn’t just do that for no reason.”

“Yeah,” Pete sighed and he sounded a little more reassured this time. “She cares about all of us, you know, not just me.”

Richie suddenly goes rigid, something knowing creeping into Pete’s voice and Richie is suddenly thinking back to every interaction he’s had with Pete or Steph the past few weeks, wondering if he’s given anything away about the insecurities that have swirled in his chest.

“I know,” Richie said, voice an octave higher as nerves crawl up his spine.

“Do you?” Pete asked and he sounded a little sad now. “You’ve been.... Weird since she started hanging around with us.”

Richie bit his tongue. He knows he needs to talk about it, should’ve talked to Pete and Ruth about it all the moment he realised he had a problem. But it’s embarrassing in a way. To admit he feels intimidated by Steph? Scared that she’ll take his spot in the pack and Richie will be kicked out and then he’ll be fully and truly alone? 

Richie also had been scared that telling them that would make them stop hanging out with Steph. That they’d try and cut her out of the group to reassure Richie and Richie liked Steph . She was cool and she seemed so happy to be being brought into their pack and Richie wanted her there. Even if he felt intimidated, he loved that she had been slowly becoming part of their pack, their numbers growing even more as Grace had started hanging around them a bit more. 

So he didn’t tell them, and now? With the fact that Richie was presenting? It was even harder to talk about because now he had even more feelings about it all. 

“I don’t want to talk about this right now,” Richie mumbled, frowning.

“But we should,” Pete said. “I mean, if you don’t like her or something-”

“That’s not it,” Richie interrupted. “Pete, I like Steph, she’s honestly so cool. Way too cool for any of us, and I don’t really get why she’s decided to start hanging with us, well I mean, for you obviously, but she stuck around me and Ruth too and it’s- It’s not the point right now.” 

“So then what’s the problem?” Pete asked. “I mean, you get all weird when we mention her and stuff.”

Richie sighed heavily, leaning against his dresser.

“We can talk about it when you get back to school, okay?” Richie said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I have- I have a lot going on. Stuff I can’t really tell you about at the moment but I will tell you everything once I get it sorted out, okay?”

Pete is silent for a long moment and Richie waited anxiously, worried the other would demand an answer now or get fed up with Richie just not talking about stuff, but Pete doesn’t.

“Okay,” Pete agreed and Richie relaxed a bit, feeling the waves of calm roll through his body. “But we are talking about it eventually.”

“I promise.” Richie said and then grinned. “You have fun with Steph.”

Pete promptly hung up and Richie laughed loudly as he tossed his phone onto his bed.

He felt a little more relaxed after calling Pete. He’d gotten a cover story sorted out, his closest friend for years was about to spend his heat with the girl he’d been crushing on for ages, and even though they hadn’t really talked about it, Richie was starting to feel a bit more relaxed about the worries and insecurities that had been swirling in his mind for the past few weeks.

Richie took a few minutes pulling himself together before he worked up the nerve to finally go down and tell Paul he was leaving for the night. And the next few nights.

He slowly crept out of his room and down the hall where Paul is sitting at the couch, working on some worksheets that he’d forgotten to finish for work and was trying to get caught up on so he didn’t get in trouble at his job the next day. Paul looked up when he came in and gave him a quick smile.

“Uh,” Richie began and Paul tilted his head, pausing in writing. “Pete’s heat came early, and it’s hitting him real bad so I’m gonna go over and take care of him for the next few days.”

Paul nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow. 

“Okay,” He said, then hummed, curious and frowning a little. “Ted told me his girlfriend was helping though?”

Richie mentally prays that Ted Spankoffski gets sent to an early grave because he’s currently fucking up his entire plan and doesn’t even need to be physically present to do so. 

Nervously, Richie waved a hand around lazily.

“Pete chickened out,” Richie said and he feels bad at how easy the lie comes. He and Paul had always been very open with each other, it’s one of the reasons Richie had been able to trust him so quickly after everything that happened. He feels almost like he’s destroying two years of trust with his bare hands right now. “He’s worried it’s too soon, they technically only started dating yesterday.”

Paul nodded, sympathetic and went back to work.

“Well it’s nice you’re taking care of him.” Paul said. “Make sure he’s getting electrolytes and such.”

“Yeah, I know the drill.” Richie said, relaxing as Paul took the lie. “I just wanted you to know so you weren’t worried.”

“I appreciate it,” Paul said and waved a hand. “I’ll let the school know and they’ll send your work over.”

“Thanks,” Richie said and hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m gonna head out now, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Paul waved a hand around and Richie chuckled. “Be safe, take care of Pete, don’t end up in a hospital, don’t add or subtract from the population, you know the drill.”

Richie laughed even more and nodded as he went and grabbed all his shit. He sent Max a quick text to let him know he was on the way over and tried to ignore the anxiety beginning to creep along his skin.

He quickly got into his car and drove over to the address Max sent. Richie didn’t like driving, most times preferred to sit in the back seat completely laid out and taking up all the space he could. Max was supposed to have come and picked him up, but from whenever Richie left the party last night to this morning, Max’s heat had hit him like an 18 wheeler and he no longer possessed the ability to pick him up.

So Richie was forced to drive over.

He takes a few wrong turns intentionally, going at exactly the speed limit and stalling as long as he could at every traffic light. He needed time to gather himself, to try and seem more prepared for this than he was.

Richie had never helped with someone’s heat, not the way Max was expecting him too. Whenever Richie helped Pete he was normally just there to cook for his friend, make sure he took all his meds, didn’t wear himself out, drank water, got the proper amount of sleep, and showered.

Max was expecting Richie to help with his heat , and Richie was fine with that , he technically had already helped a little bit the day before, but this was different. A whole new level of helping someone out.

Richie hoped Max would be overly verbal with what he was expecting exactly from Richie because the nerd was not a mind reader, no matter how many times he had tried to accomplish that.

Also on the way over, Richie tries not to focus on the fact he’s a bit of a hypocrite. He’d advised against Pete going to Pasqualli’s all those days ago at first because he’d be walking into the lion’s den. Pasqualli’s was nothing in comparison to Max Jägerman’s actual fucking house.

His hands tighten on his steering wheel as his thoughts slowly turn for worse.

What if this is all some elaborate prank on Richie? What if Max somehow is faking being an omega to lure Richie over and make fun of him for being so desperate to fuck him . It doesn’t make any fucking sense logically, but anxiety has never claimed to be logical and Richie can’t stop the fact that it buzzes at the back of his head.

Richie tries to calm himself, remind him that Max had been embarrassed to ask for help in the first place, that he trusted Richie enough with this for some fucking reason and that Richie had agreed. He’d agreed to help and he would.

He just hoped his own fucking feelings didn’t get in the way, or worse, Max be able to tell that Richie is maybe a little too into it all .

That would fucking suck, actually.

Richie gets to Max’s house a half hour after leaving his house even though it technically was only a twenty minute drive. Max lived in Pinebrook and he has to enter a fucking code into the huge ass gate blocking the neighborhood off from everyone else and Richie remembered briefly why he couldn’t stand Max. It’s not even like Max’s family was rich-rich like the Youngs or Lauters, they were just better off than almost everyone else. 

Richie parked and ran a hand down his face, pulling his shit together before he grabbed everything and walked up to Max’s doorstep. 

The door is flying open once more before Richie even gets to figure out how the hell he’s gonna right the doorbell when his hands are full. 

Max grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him into the house, looking around frantically outside quickly before slamming his door. Richie watched with an unimpressed expression.

“What, making sure no one sees the nerd coming to your house?” Richie asked a little bitterly but Max didn't respond verbally, only grabbed Richie by the shoulders and pulled him close, burying his face into his neck, over where apparently Richie’s scent gland is. “Uh.”

Richie carefully lets go of the bags he’s holding, Max flinches a little and his arms around Richie tightened a little as the other slowly wrapped his arms a little awkwardly back around him.

Max’s scent was overwhelming and now that Richie can actually smell it so clearly, it’s almost too much . It’s sickeningly sweet, a scent similar to fresh laundry, axe body spray and jock with an undertone of melting sugar. 

He’s also hot. In the temperature sense, not the- Well, he’s hot in the attractive sense too but that’s not what Richie’s worried about right now.

Richie pulled back a little and Max huffed angrily, trying to pull him back but Richie grabbed his shoulders, keeping him pushed back so he could get a proper look at Max.

His brows were furrowed, a small frown on his lips. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin, his eyes slightly glassy and Richie sighed, squeezing his shoulders lightly, noting he was wearing that stupid letterman jacket.

“Take this off,” Richie said, pushing a hand under the jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. “Have you eaten anything yet?”

Max fought against his jacket as he pulled it off angrily and defeatedly shook his head. Richie can’t tell if he’s not speaking out of embarrassment of the whole situation, or if he can’t for some reason speak.

“Okay, I’m gonna make food real quick, and you’re going to eat and hydrate.” Richie said and Max whined, throwing his jacket on the floor angrily, like a petulant toddler and Richie raised an eyebrow at him.

He crossed his arms, staring Max down, who frowned back at him.

“You asked me to help,” Richie reminded. “I’m going to take care of you, and that includes making sure you eat and hydrate. So whether you like it or not, that’s the order of operation for now. Unless you want me to go?”

Max grabbed his arm, eyes wide and pleading and Richie nodded.

“That’s what I thought, so, you’re going to stop acting like a little baby and listen, got it?” Richie ordered and Max whined, pulling Richie close. Richie sighed as Max nodded, his head pressed against Richie. His grip on him was tight and Richie rolled his eyes. “We can stay like this for a bit, but you need to let go eventually.”

Max’s arms around him got tighter and his scent turned slightly sweeter at that, forcing a smile out of Richie. He brought a hand up to cradle the back of Max’s head, fingers gently running through his hair and Max melted into him.

It’s oddly nice, getting to hold Max like this. Richie knows it’s extremely circumstantial, that the moment Max’s heat is over and he can think with a clear mind, he’d never dare to get this close to Richie unless it was to shove him in a locker or something. But for now, Richie will savour the feeling of having the big bad wolf completely melted in his arms. 

Richie’s heart in his chest began to race the longer they stood there, and Richie would really rather not begin dissecting the already complicated emotions he’s been having as of late right this fucking second, so he pulled away.

Max whined again and Richie laughed, shaking his head. 

“Food,” Richie reminded. “And water. You sit down and I’ll make pasta or something real quick.”

Max bit his lip, eyes still cloudy but now half lidded and he looked like he’d rather pull Richie into his bedroom right this second and not leave until the week was over. Richie knew better than to let that happen though and led Max over to the large ass living room, pushing him onto the couch.

Max let himself be pushed down and let out a breathy whine as Richie did so, causing the nerd’s face to grow hot. Max looked up at him desperately and Richie kept his eyes above his waist, focusing himself to not focus on Max’s suddenly very prominent erection.

“I’m going to make food now,” Richie said, turning on his heel before Max could try and do anything. He quickly grabbed the bags from where he’d dropped them, and began unpacking everything.

It was mostly pantry type food, boxes of pasta or mac & cheese, some ramen packets and bags of chips. He also had a few healthier options like some fruits and veggies that he quickly put in the fridge cause they had been sitting out maybe longer than they should’ve.

Richie takes out a can of sauce and begins boiling pasta on the stove. As he waits for that, he grabbed one of the water bottles and walked over to Max, handing it to him.

Richie felt his face flushed when he found Max with his hand down his pants, whining desperately as Richie approached.

“Hydrate.” Richie informed, holding out the water bottle and Max whined, shifting on the couch and pressing his face against Richie’s thigh. Richie swallowed thickly as Max’s hand moved faster and Richie took a step back, dropping the water bottle on the couch before quickly moving back to the kitchen.

The next fifteen minutes felt like hours to Richie as he tried to quickly make everything and put food into a bowl, finding forks and bringing the two bowls to the living room.

Max had finished it seemed because he was now sitting up, laying against the couch limply with a pout on his lips and the water bottle now half empty.

As Richie sits and hands the bowl to Max, his nose twitches and he smells the air.

Richie rolled his eyes as he began to eat his own pasta. 

“I did not reject you,” Richie stated, because he can smell it on Max and Max turned away, embarrassed.

“I can’t fucking control it,” Max grumbled, speaking for the first time since Richie got there. “My brain is stupid or something. Thinks anything you say is a rejection apparently.”

Richie hummed at that, thinking.

“Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria.” He said and Max gave him a look.

“The fuck is that?” Max asked, angrily eating his spaghetti. 

“Being overly sensitive to rejection,” Richie said and shrugged. “Normally a side effect of ADHD.”

Max nodded a little, and didn’t say anything else at that, but his scent goes back to normal and Richie relaxed as they finished their bowls of spaghetti.

Richie takes them both to the kitchen and drops them into the sink before grabbing two more bottles of water and walking back over to Max.

“We need to talk boundaries.” Richie said and Max groaned.

“Can’t we just skip to the fucking?” Max asked. “It’s easy, you know, I’m an expert at this shit.”

“Okay so first, still a virgin.” Richie gestured at himself after he set the waterbottles down, sitting next to Max but turning to face him. “I’ve never done this shit before. Secondly, you’re an omega.”

“Yeah I fucking know that,” Max grumbled angrily. “You can stop saying it.”

“No,” Richie pinched the bridge of his nose. “Max, my point is you’re an omega, to get the kind of relief you need, you need to bottom.”

Realisation flickered across Max’s face and he turned the other way.

“Oh.” Is his only response and Richie snickered.

“Yeah, oh .” Richie said. “Look, all my experience for things sex related comes from anime, but I did do proper research before coming over.”

“You did research on how to have sex?” Max asked and laughed. “You’re such a fucking nerd.”

“I can still leave.” Richie reminded and Max rolled his eyes. “ Yes , I did research on how to have sex. I have everything we’ll need, okay? I just-”

Richie waved a hand around. Despite how he was acting, he was very nervous and awkward about all this. 

“What are you okay with?” Richie asked. “I don’t want us to be in the middle of something and suddenly do something wrong and have you kill me halfway.”

“The fuck?” Max grumbled. “I wouldn’t kill you? Not ‘til afterwards at least.”

“Gee, thanks.” Richie deadpanned and Max elbowed him.

“Elaborate on boundaries,” Max ordered. “Like touching? Cause if we’re fucking there’s no boundaries there.”

“No, I mean,” Richie waved a hand around again. “For example, when we were in the locker room, I accidentally pulled on your hair and you moaned. Do you like hair pulling or was it just a reaction to something else?”

“Oh,” Max said, his eyes getting a little glossy as he thought for a second shrugging. “I mean, no one’s really pulled on my hair until then, but I guess yeah, I liked it.”

“So you would be okay with me pulling on your hair again?” Richie asked and Max nodded. “Okay, so it’s that sort of stuff I mean. Like on my head, don’t you dare pull my hair, it hurts really bad.”

“Don’t pull your hair, got it.” Max said then nodded again, head moving slower this time. “I think I get it, basically just kinks and shit?”

“Sort of.” Richie said and waved a hand. “Another thing to be discussed: You came like three times when you were just pre-heat, so I’m expecting you’re probably gonna cum a lot during heat?”

“Probably.” Max said, voice low and Richie ignored it for now. They needed to talk things out. 

“So, if it comes to it, are you okay with overstimulation?” Richie asked and Max nodded, swallowing thickly. “You also seemed to like when I was bossing you around, kind of being mean. Was that circumstantial, or do you want me to do that again?”

“ Please ,” Max begged, voice breathy and Richie bit the inside of his cheek. “You can- Call me names or whatever. All that degradation shit.”

“Okay, that’s good to know.” Richie said. “What about praise?”

Max is silent for a moment and shrugged slowly, ducking his head almost embarrassed.

“Dunno,” He mumbled. His scent is so syrupy now, hanging thick in the air and it feels like it’s choking Richie, luring him in, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and Richie blinked harshly, trying to keep a level head. “Never tried it before.”

“Do you want to try?” Richie asked. “I mean, we’ll have a few days.”

Max thinks for a second before slowly nodding his head.

“Hey, come on, verbal response, okay?” Richie said, snapping his fingers to get Max to look back at him. “We have to keep discussing this.”

“Can’t we just skipping to the fucking?” Max asked, placing his hand on Richie’s knee.

“This is important .” Richie reminded and tried to keep a level head as Max’s hand slowly started moving up his leg, fingers tracing along his tigh under his shorts. “Stop that, answer what I asked.”

Max seemed to struggle for a second, trying to remember what Richie asked before his shook his head for a second to clear his mind a little.

“Yes, yeah, I wanna try to praise shit,” Max said and Richie gave him a soft smile, lifting his hand to cradle Max’s jaw. Since they’re already here with it, Richie shrugged to himself, might as well try.

“Good boy,” Richie said and Max let a punched out moan slip from his lips, leaning his head forward to rest on Richie’s shoulder. His wander hands keep pushing up and up his shorts and Richie shuddered a little under his touch, lifting a hand to rest in Max’s curls.

Richie swallowed slowly, thinking but it was becoming harder and harder with Max slumped against him, fingers hot on his skin.

“Are you okay with orgasm denial?” Richie asked and Max nodded against his shoulder.

“Fuck yeah,” He said breathlessly, going limp against his side. Richie began to speed through the questions as Max’s scent became sweeter and sweeter and his breathing got heavier and heavier.

“Hickeys?”

“Yeah.”

“Nipple play?”

“Sure.”

“Choking.” 

“ No. ” 

The sharp and firm no scared Richie a little, but he just nodded, staying calm and trying not to make Max feel embarrassed or anything for his answer, kept asking.

“Edging okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I come on you?” Richie asked and he didn’t actually mean to ask that one out loud. That one was supposed to stay deep in the corner of his mind, tucked away with all his little sexual fantasies that he didn’t dare to put on the table. It managed to slip out though and Richie is ready to take it back but Max lets out another one of the punched out moans and his hand gripped Richie’s thigh, squeezing tightly.

“ Please ,” He whined and Richie felt his blood pooling south, his own skin hot and he bit his tongue.

“I have to get up.” Richie said, gently nudging Max off of him and Max whined as he pulled away. “I have to grab the condoms and lube, Max .”

“Slick is fine,” Max whined. “And just pull out.”

“Yeah, I’m not risking that.” Richie said and flicked Max on the nose, causing the other teen to flinch away, covering his face as Richie wriggled away from him to grab the bag. Once it was grabbed, he put the two water bottles from before it it and stared down at Max who was pouting at him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Richie asked and Max’s face lit up, and he got to his feet, grabbing Richie’s arm and dragging him through the house until they got to what was presumably Max’s room.

Richie doesn’t get a chance to really look around as Max flopped onto the bed, pulling Richie on top of him and Richie snorted at him, setting the bag to the side.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Richie asked as he rested his hands on Max’s hips. Max shifted his legs so they were bracketing Richie, his knees pressed against Richie’s sides.

“I’m in heat mother fucker,” Max defended. “I’ve already cum in my pants like twice since you got here, can you just fucking hurry up and actually touch me?”

Richie raised an eyebrow, one of his hands slowly slipping from Max’s waist to his crotch, moving painfully slowly and Max whined, hips bucking up to try and meet it. 

“Twice?” Richie asked. “When was the second?”

Max huffed angrily as Richie’s hand froze next to his crotch, not touching or moving any closer.

“Come on, tell me,” Richie said, tilting his head, intrigued. “When was the second?”

Max turned and pressed the side of his face into the mattress, not looking at Richie for a long, long moment before he sighed, eyes shifting to look at Richie. He was quite the sight like that, breathing heavy, face flushed and pressed into the mattress, eyes half lidded and staring deep into Richie’s eyes.

“When you were talking.” Max mumbled, biting his lip. “Came when you were talking.”

“You weren’t touching yourself.” Richie said, moving his hand now to palm over Max’s erection and the jock moaned low and deep at the touch. “Did you come just from me talking?”

Max doesn’t say anything again and Richie moved so he was leaning over Max, staring deeply into his eyes with a wicked grin.

“You did,” Richie said and Max huffed angrily and Richie pressed his hand down on Max’s crotch, turning his huff into a moan. “You came just from me talking. And I thought I was the virgin.”

“And you still will be if you don’t shut up about it!” Max said, whining as he moved his hands to pull down his jeans. Richie chuckled and leaned back, letting Max strip. “I haven’t had a heat since I presented, okay? I’m gonna cum easily.”

“I know,” Richie said and quickly dodged as Max tried to throw his underwear at him. “I’m just shocked, I guess.”

“Well stop,” Max grumbled and hooked his leg around Richie, dragging close. “Fucking touch me, or I’ll kill you.”

“Mm,” Richie hummed, looking down at Max, completely naked sans his gray t-shirt. What a shame, Richie loved looking at his abs. Max was breathing heavy, his hips bucking at the air, desperate for any sort of friction. “If you kill me, who would help you get through this?”

“Shut up .” Max whined, the threatening voice slipping as desperation too over. “Touch me or fuck off .”

Richie rolled his eyes, but reached forward, hand wrapping around Max’s length and Max goes limp on the bed, moaning at the contact finally and Richie shook his head with a teasing grin as he slowly jerked him off.

Max is coming before Richie can even try to think to do anything else, cum spilling over Richie’s hand and Max let out incoherent mumbles under his breath.

Richie looked down at his hand, then at Max who had his head tossed so far back, he couldn’t see Richie.

Curious, Richie raised his hand to his mouth, wrapping his digits around his cum covered fingers and licking the fluid off his skin.

It tastes almost exactly like what Richie thought. Cum , that is, not- Not Max’s cum specifically, Richie totally never had specific thoughts about what Max would taste like. No.

It’s almost bitter, not something he’d ever probably willingly taste, outside of hot sex it appears, but not terrible that it makes Richie regret his actions.

Max turned back and his eyes blow wide when he realises what Richie is doing and his thighs close in on him, pulling him closer.

“Oah-” Richie let out a little shriek as he fell forward a bit, falling on top of Max’s chest and Max was breathing heavily. “What the hell, dude?”

“I wanna suck your dick.” Max said. “Please, please.”

Richie nodded, swallowing thick as he moved to take his shorts off. 

Max moved quicker, hands immediately knocking his hands to the side and tearing the shorts off, peeling his (plain, normal black boxers, free of any hello kitty figures) boxers off and grabbing his waist.

Max wasted no time swallowing Richie’s cock and Richie tossed his head back, hands immediately finding their place in Max’s hair.

“Missed my dick that badly?” Richie asked, and he asked it as a joke, trying to tease but Max nodded, humming around him for a second before pulling back.

“You’re fucking huge,” Max reminded and Richie rolled his eyes.

“I already told you I’m not -” “Your point of reference for what a normal fucking cock looks like is anime porn.” Max said. “Trust me you’re fucking hung.”

Max doesn’t give him space to argue as his mouth quickly returned to surrounded Richie, pushing as deeply as he could and then more . 

Richie lets out a low moan as he feels himself hit the back of Max’s throat, as the jock huffed and pushed past and Richie instinctively pulled on his hair.

Max moaned around him and Richie’s hips bucked up into his mouth.

Max pulled off again and Richie gripped his hair tight, almost angry that he keeps stopping and Max whined at the pull before shaking his head a little lightly. Richie’s grip eased up instantly and Max shook his head harder.

“No, no don’t sto-” Max’s voice is breathless, barely a whisper. “Fuck my mouth, please. Wreck my throat.”

Richie’s eyes darken and Max’s words go straight to his dick, it twitching as Max speaks and Richie pulled him down to his cock by his hair, Max moaning and letting himself be moved like a rag doll.

Once Max’s mouth is around him, Richie uses the grip on Max’s hair to push up and back in Max’s mouth and Max goes completely limp, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Richie pounded into his throat.

Max is moaning and whining on Richie’s dick and cumming across the sheets, untouched and the sight alone almost has Richie following after.

Richie thrusted hard into Max’s throat one last time before pressing him down as far as he physically could. Max’s nose pressed against Richie’s stomach and Richie moaned, cumming down Max’s throat and the jock whined around him as he does, hands grasping his waist tightly, desperate to swallow every last drop Richie offered him.

Richie lets go of Max’s hair once he comes down from his orgasm, but Max only moves back the slightest bit, shifting himself to hold Richie in his mouth more comfortably and Richie hummed, raising an eyebrow down at him.

He gently patted Max’s cheek and Max looked up at him, questioningly.

“You okay?” He asked and Max slowly pulled off his cock with a wet pop and nodded a little.

“Can I just...” Max awkwardly gestured at Richie dick. “Stay for a moment?”

Richie shrugged. He was in pre-rut, but nowhere near as horny as Max was, he probably wouldn’t be ready to go for another half hour or so, and if Max could get himself off just from Richie talking, then Richie figured he’d probably be able to handle himself for a half hour just sucking on his cock.

“Sure,” Richie said. “Don’t suffocate, that’d be embarrassing.”

Max rolled his eyes but quickly returned so his lips wrapped around Richie and the nerd closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Max’s tongue resting along the underside of his cock. He wasn’t even moving or anything, he was just laying there with Richie’s cock in his mouth and Richie was letting him, carefully carding his hand through Max’s hair.

It was okay, they could stay like this for a bit.

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Richie sat on Max’s bed, his dick slowly hardening in Max’s mouth, breathing heavily and he’s pretty sure he might be stuck in some sort of dream because there’s no way this is actually real. That Max Jägerman begged him to stay for his heat and was so addicted to sucking his cock.

It was just crazy, something out of one of those fucked up fanfictions Ruth is always reading. That had to be it.

But as Richie looked down, yep, that was definitely still Max, hips desperately humping the bed as he chased another orgasm, humming around Richie’s dick.

Richie groaned lowly as Max’s breathing hitched and he came for the fifth time that day, having been content to take care of himself while Richie recovered.

Max pulled off his dick to look at him with half-lidded eyes, desperate. The jock’s muscular shoulders were shaking with desperation and Richie suddenly craved to see those beautiful carved abs in full. He reached forward, his own eyes staring at Max with want as he tugged on his shirt.

“Take this off.” Richie ordered and Max fumbled a bit, hurriedly moving to take off his t-shirt, then tossing it across the room once he got it off, sitting before Richie completely nude.

Max then moved to take Richie’s shirts off, frowning as he fumbled with his vest.

“Fucking...” Max grumbled and glared at Richie, who was just watching him amused. “Your layers are fucking stupid, who needs to wear this many shirts in the first place?”

“I’m insecure.” Richie stated matter of factly. It was true, though. Wearing so many layers, despite the fact he already had overactive sweat glands, helped him feel a bit more comfortable. He wasn’t hiding under his layers, he was just... using them as a sort of blanket, to help protect him from the prying eyes of his classmates. A shield he wielded out of protection, not fear.

“Well be secure .” Max grumbled as he finally got the vest off and then glared at the two layers remaining, then at Richie. Richie just chuckled lowly and moved forward, taking both shirts off at once, moving to throw it too but Max grabbed them out of his hand faster.

“What-” “I have a nest.” Max said, ducking his head with a flushed face, for the first time since they started showing genuine embarrassment. He slowly placed the shirt down on the nightstand next to his bed. “So I need those.”

Silence passed between them both for a moment as Richie took that in, and because he was trying to do him fucking best not to make Max uncomfortable (or feel threatened because he’d probably punch Richie or something). But the fact Max wanted something of his for his nest was kind of making Richie’s head spin a little, the concept of his scent bringing Max comfort or anything was something he’d be thinking about for the rest of the week.

He nodded though, slowly at first before it became more assured.

“Okay,” Richie said and cleared his throat. “Okay. Okay! That’s fine!”

“Of course it fucking is.” Max grumbled and turned back, no longer looking embarrassed at least. 

Richie chuckled, shaking his head as Max started to look him over.

Richie shouldn’t feel so uncomfortable, not when they’re both completely naked and equally horny here. But it’s like in this moment Richie is remembering Max is the guy who’s bullied him every day since the fourth grade, and he’s suddenly all too aware of his body.

And when they’re like this, both bare chested, breathing heavy and sweaty, it’s hard for Richie not to compare. To not look at Max’s toned, tanned and well built body, the way his muscles ripple with each movement, his abs rolling as he takes a deep breath.

Richie fights the urge to look down at himself, at his almost sickly pale body, the barely there muscles that he only even has because of mascoting, the lack of fitness in his own body. 

He’s supposed to be an alpha, and sure, Pete and Ruth always joked he had the personality down, way before Richie even knew he actually was an alpha, but he still didn’t look the part. 

He looked weak, fragile, if someone threatened his pack, they’d laugh and roll their eyes at Richie’s attempt to protect them. He was a pathetic excuse for an alpha, his presentation was wasted on him when it should’ve been given to someone like Max, who clearly wanted it more than Richie.

Suddenly Richie’s world is moving, Max is grabbing him by the hips and leaning back, laying down on the bed and pulling Richie on top of him, glaring.

“Stop thinking.” Max ordered, sounding breathless and Richie looked down, finding Max’s cock hard and twitching. It was red, covered in cum and looked desperate for relief even though it’d already came. “You can think later.”

“You’re insatiable.” Richie said, shaking his head a little to rid himself of his insecurities. Max didn’t seem to give a single shit about what Richie’s body looked like, didn’t seem to care one bit about how lanky the nerd's body was, so Richie would force himself not to care. Not until later, at least.

“I’m in heat .” Max defended, one leg hooking around Richie’s back and pulling him close so their hard cocks were pressed against each other and Max moaned, head falling back onto the mattress. “Come on, fuck me.”

“Patience.” Richie said, clicking his tongue as he rolled his hips forward, brushing their bare cocks against each other in rhythm. “You need to come again, then you need to rest for a bit, drink some water.”

“If I knew you were gonna be like this the whole time-” Max cut himself off with a desperate whine as Richie slammed their cocks together, moaning as he did so. “I- fuck , what was I saying?”

Richie chuckled lowly at that and Max let out a strained breath in response.

“Just talking about how thankful you are I didn’t leave you to handle this by yourself,” Richie taunted and Max gave him a half hearted glare before turning to press his face into the mattress as Richie rolled his hips again. “About how I didn’t need to come over but it was so nice of me to help out.”

“Fuck off,” Max said and let out a stuttering gasp as he reached his climax again, quicker this time. He barely came, his cock spent from six orgasms and Richie huffed, pulling back a little to grab himself in his own palm, quickly stroking himself a few times before he chased his own climax. He stared with dark, heavy lidded eyes as he moved forward the smallest fraction, unloading his spend over Max’s stomach with intent, watching as his own cum spilled over his toned abs. Something deep and primal in Richie swirled in his chest at that, watching his cock twitch out and shoot out the last few drops of cum right into the dips of his hardened muscles.

Max was laying still, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath and Richie felt warmth swirl low in his stomach as he stared at his cum that lay on his tanned skin. Instinctively, Richie reached forward, hand resting at Max’s side, thumb moving forward and rubbing his own spend into Max’s skin and the jock moaned brokenly at that. Richie felt a low growl rumble in the back of his throat as he massaged his own fluids into Max’s skin.

“You’re so weird.” Max whined but arched his back up into Richie’s touch as the nerd pressed his thumb harder into Max. 

“You asked me to help,” Richie said and bent down, hovering over Max’s stomach and the brunette shifted to watch him with a dark, intent gaze. “So really, who’s the weirder of us?”

At that, Richie moved, licking along Max’s stomach, cleaning up his own cum and Max let out a breathy whine, hips thrusting up.

“Fr-freak.” Max moaned as Richie continued to lick up his own cum, his hand massaging it harder in Max’s skin before his tongue followed closely behind, lapping it up as Max’s hips stuttered, thrusting into the air.

Richie hummed against his skin, taking his sweet time with it as Max came apart under him, his cock twitching desperately again and Richie made sure to not touch it, focusing only on his own mess laying against Max’s skin.

“You’re so easy,” Richie said, voice barely audible as Max’s hips came to a stuttering stop, his cock twitching desperately as pathetic squirts of cum came out. 

Max, spent, said nothing in response as Richie finally pulled away from his stomach. He turned, tired, to Richie and lifted his hand, flipping him off. Richie chuckled and slid off the bed.

“Okay, you mentioned a nest before,” Richie said and Max turned his head away, embarrassed again. “So where is that?”

Max swallowed and shrugged a little weakly, turning to lay on his side, away from Richie and Richie frowned a little.

“Max?” He asked, gently and Max curled up on himself a bit, still breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Richie reached out, gently resting his hand on Max’s shoulder. “Hey, come on, where’s your nest?” 

When Max didn’t say anything, Richie moved around to the other side of the bed to look at Max properly, confused a bit by his sudden 180 in mood.

“Max?” Richie tried again and Max sighed heavily, eyes shifting up a bit, staring pointedly at something past Richie and he turned, frowning when he saw Max was staring at his closet. He turned back for some sort of explanation but Max only frowned, and his scent began to sour, making Richie more concerned.

He stood upright, turned and walked over to the closet, throwing the door open.

The closet was void of any clothes, the hanging rack completely empty, the shelves holding only a few sheets. Looking down at the floor made Richie frown. 

There were blankets and pillows haphazardly shoved alongside the walls, a few jerseys laying down tucked into the corner, the names on the back reading Jepsen and Clauger . Overall, it looked very cramped, especially for someone as big as Max, and unsettling, not at all an ideal nest.

Richie turned back with a frown and a deep ache in his chest.

“Max,” Richie said, shaking his head a bit. “What is this?”

“My nest,” Max grumbled angrily, but the anger didn’t sound targeted at Richie. Max wrapped his arms around himself and pouted, refusing to meet his eyes. “My dad... you know he hates the whole omega thing. Tries to get me to stop whatever omega instincts I have. So I have to hide it.”

Richie sighed heavily, shaking his head as he looked down, then back at Max.

“Your nest is supposed to be a safe space, somewhere you can feel comfortable.” Richie reminded. “This is... sad .”

Max made a small, pained sound, curling up on himself more and Richie pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Max, I’m not-” Richie paused, trying to figure out how he wanted to word this. “Your nest itself isn’t sad, it’s just sad your dad forces you to try and hide this stuff. He’s not here, right? So... for the time being, we can move your nest to a more comfortable spot, yeah?”

Max lifted his head a little, almost hopeful. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment though, small frown on his lips, jaw clenched.

“Sure,” He mumbled and then sat up quickly, brushing himself off but not doing anything to cover himself. “Don’t touch it, you’ll fuck everything up.”

Richie took a step back, hands up as he let Max push past a little harsher than necessary, slowly undoing the set up of his nest, methodically and carefully untucking blankets and layers of sheets, gently placing pillows to the side and he grabbed Jason and Kyle’s jerseys quickly, as if trying to hide them from Richie. Richie, only for now, turned and pretended he hadn’t seen them at all, letting Max unassemble his nest carefully before he looked over at his bed, hesitant.

“What is it?” Richie asked, raising an eyebrow and Max scoffed.

“Stop acting like you know what’s going on in my head.” Max grumbled, jaw shifting side to side a little angrily.

“Well, I kind of do,” Richie said and tapped the side of his nose. Max’s scent changed at the slightest shift in mood, souring when he felt upset, turning bitter when he was mad, almost blanking completely when he was nervous. Sweet and intoxicating when he was horny, sweet, sugary and warm when he was happy but that one was rare. 

Max grumbled under his breath, before looking back at his bed again, that sour smell clinging to him like a shadow and he sighed heavily.

“You’re not allowed to mess it up.” Max said, his words rushed and almost too low for Richie to hear. “But you’re allowed in it. In my nest. Unless you mess it up, then I’ll kill you.”

Richie chuckled under his breath and nodded. As much as he’d normally love finding anything to hold over Max’s head, something to tease him over after all the years of torment he’s put him through, Richie understood the importance of an omega’s nest. It was one of the only spaces they’d feel safe in during their heat, a place they’d construct for comfort and stability during the time of mental weakness and insufferable horniess. The scents of their packs and alpha would help soothe them, making their heat more bearable and just in general providing comfort. 

Richie understood how important and sacred it was because Pete never ever let him in and he’s been his best friend for ages now. If Max was letting Richie in, then he wouldn’t dare to make fun of Max for being so protective over his space of comfort.

Richie stayed out of Max’s way as the other began to very carefully and meticulously set his nest up on his bed, setting the pillows around gently as a gentle barrier along the edges of his bed, which, by the way, was absurdly massive for one person. He laid a blanket over, tucking it in before carefully assembling more blankets in specific spots.

Richie stayed away as he did so, not quite sure about the whole specifics of a nest, he was an alpha, it wasn’t an urge he had. But he trusted Max knew what the hell he was doing, even if he kept grabbing things and moving them to the side last minute with a small frown. 

It took Max around twenty minutes until he seemed happy with his nest set up, carefully placing his friend’s jerseys on one side of the nest. He then grabbed Richie’s discarded shirts quickly, as if he was also trying to hide this from Richie and he tucked them on the opposite side.

Max leaned back a bit, looking over his nest before declaring it good enough and then curling up on one half, turning and staring at Richie expectantly. Richie pointed at him.

“I’m gonna grab you water.” Richie said and Max groaned. “Hey, you just came like, half a dozen times, you need to hydrate and shit.”

“You’re such a mom.” Max whined as he closed his eyes, Richie grabbing one of the many water bottles he put to the side, rolling his eyes. 

“ You asked me to help, so I’m helping.” Richie said, chucking a water bottle a little harder than he needed at Max. “Drink.”

“Fine!” Max huffed and then spitefully chugged half the bottle, all while glaring at Richie. The nerd rolled his eyes as he watched Max continue to drink every drop of water, before taking the empty plastic and smashing it against his head. “Go Nighthawks!”

“It was water ,” Richie reminded as Max chucked the crushed bottle across the room and then sat up, leaning over the end of his bed and grabbing Richie by the arm, dragging him forward. 

“Don’t care. Now, get in to cuddle or fuck me.” Max said, tugging the other teen onto his bed and Richie let the jock manhandle him.

“You need to relax for a bit.” Richie said, hand on Max’s chest and pushing him down a bit.

“But I’m horny again, come on, one more time,” Max pleaded, pulling Richie close to him and Richie huffed with an eye roll.

“No, come on, rest first,” Richie said. “You’re going to regret it later when you’re tired out and even hornier than you are now.”

Max went silent for a second, frowning and looking like he’d much rather just jump Richie’s bones, but gave in, flopping back down in his nest completely. 

“Fine, whatever.” Max said and then tugged Richie into his side. “Cuddle me.”

“So demanding.” Richie teased, but let his awkward long limbs find themself at home around Max. Max tucked himself small under Richie, pressing his head against Richie’s bare chest and wrapping his legs around him and Richie let him. “Are you always cuddly after sex?”

“Yeah,” Max mumbled, which Richie actually hadn’t been expecting. To be honest, he hadn’t been expecting really any answer, expected Max to just brush him off. His heat must be affecting his head a little more than Richie had thought if he’d admit to something like that to Richie . “Most people dip right after or whatever, but you know, cuddling and shit after sex is actually really important and it’s overlooked all the time.”

“Is that true or are you just making that up to cuddle?” Richie asked and Max glared at him.

“It’s true.” Max informed. “Releases oxytocin and shit like that. Improves emotional intimacy or whatever. You know, cuddling in general is very important, you can even pay people to cuddle with you. They’re like hookers without the sex. Cuddling also improves sleep so if you want me to rest so badly you should just deal with it.”

Richie huffed but relaxed a bit in Max’s hold, staring at the jock for a long moment. It felt like the longer Richie hung around Max, the more he realised he was this... person , not just the Literal Monster he’s come to know since fourth grade. This emotionless jock who thrived on the suffering of nerds. He was a real human underneath his letterman jacket, a real person with actual emotions.

Richie had kind of gone most of middle school and high school viewing Max as this person who was just... above it all. Above emotions, above insecurities and above fears. Somehow he’s managed to dismantle all of that belief in the manner of a few days, ripping every preconception Richie had of him apart and leaving him with torn pieces of a puzzle he didn’t even know how to begin putting back together.

Part of the reason Richie ever developed this... crush on Max had been out of some sort of admiration. A jealousy even. Max was this cool, hot, popular kid that had the entire school bowing at his feet. Who wouldn’t fall for him, even if it was partially superficial.

But now, after getting to see this side of Max, the oddly soft side of him, it’s kind of fucking with Richie’s head and he’s starting to think maybe staying for his heat wasn’t such a good idea. Not if Max is going to gently hold onto Richie like he’s worth something and make his heart race in his chest, knowing after this was over he’d go back to flick-it tickets and swirlies.

“Stop staring at me.” Max grumbled and Richie quickly turned away, eyes locked onto the ceiling. “What’re you even thinking about, nerd?”

Richie rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little. “Just that you’re smarter than you let on.” He informed and Max laughed a little, the sound making butterflies swirl a little in Richie’s stomach and he tried to ignore them.

“Yeah well,” Max hummed, relaxing more into Richie. “Don’t tell anyone.”

Richie grinned and nodded, relaxing as well.

“No one would believe me anyway.” 

“Damn right,” Max said and shut his eyes, calm and still to fall asleep and Richie stopped talking to him, just laid down at his side and watched as Max slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Richie hummed a little, curious and low in his chest as he watched Max’s expression change as sleep overtook him. He watched the constant angry furrow in his brows smooth out, the almost natural downturn of his lips straighten out into a simple line, the scrunch of his nose flattened out. 

He was still... Max . Still large and muscled and the over looming threat that Max could just turn around and punch Richie square in the face for no reason hung over him like a thick cloud, but, there was something else. There was something more genuinely Max underneath it all, and Richie couldn’t tell what it was. Hadn’t learned enough about Max to clearly see what exactly it was that he was looking at.

Not his highschool bully, not the king of Hatchetfield High, not even the surprise omega he turned out to be. There was something else , something Richie couldn’t pick out, and it made him curious. Made him want to see this version of Max, see this true image of who he really was without all the layers of self defense and angered words.

Richie stared back up at the ceiling as Max laid at his side, cuddled up to his side without a second thought in his mind. 

Last week, Richie at most had a sort of admiring crush on Max, had feared him 99% of the time, had never even really dared to think about actually ever being with Max in any sense of the word.

In the last three days, he’s learned more about Max than probably anyone at school knew, had seen the jock completely come apart underneath him without a hint of hesitation, and Richie worried. Worried for himself, worried for the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach, the skip of a heartbeat in his chest.

He was in way over his head.

Eventually, Richie himself fell asleep too, his own thoughts tiring him out and he’s not entirely sure how long he’s asleep for, just that he gets woken up by Max humping against his side.

Richie doesn’t even open his eyes as he groaned, Max’s breath hitching when he realised Richie was awake, his hips stuttering for a second and Richie shifted his leg to press against Max’s crotch, turning to him.

“You’re actually insatiable.” Richie stated, opening his eyes slowly. Max looked further gone than before, nothing but pure want and need spread across his expression, eyes lidded heavily with pure lust and he whined high in the back of his throat. “Yeah, yeah, keep moving.”

Max mumbled something under his breath completely unintelligible before his hips bucked forward with more intent, Richie pushing his thigh against Max harder as he slowly actually woke up. 

“When you presented, was your heat this bad?” Richie asked conversationally. “I’m trying to figure out really if this is entirely the suppressants fault or if you’re just this horny all the time. When you had hookups before was it just a one and done for you?”

“Shut-” Max whined, grabbing tightly onto Richie’s arm as he pulled himself closer, hips rocking like his life depended on it. “ Up. ”

“I’m genuinely curious.” Richie informed. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours and you’ve cum more than I did playing DRAMAtical Murder.”

“Leave me alone,” Max mumbled, desperate as his hips stuttered one last time, grinding hard down onto Richie’s thigh before he came with a pleading whine and a gasping breath. Richie watched with a taunting grin as Max went limp against him, breathing heavily.

“I’m just saying,” Richie said. “I mean, Pete’s never even gotten any, not until the other day, at least, and he’s never been this bad. So is this actually the suppressants or just you?”

“Can’t it- be both?” Max asked, swallowing thickly as he pressed his head to Richie’s chest. “Suppressants or- or whatever and a me thing?”

“Sure,” Richie settled, running a hand through Max’s curls and the other leaned into the comforting touch. “What time is it?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Max grumbled and Richie laughed.

“Woke up and got right to business then?” Richie teased and Max weakly slapped his arm. Richie turned his head a little to look around the room, see if there was any sign of what time it was but there was no clock, analog or not, in Max’s room. “Do you not have a single clock in here?”

“I don’t need one.” Max informed. “I have- have my phone and shit.”

Richie’s phone was currently in his shorts, which were discarded somewhere across the room. He looked out the window as if that would help him, but just because he’s smart doesn’t mean he’s able to automatically tell the time based on the position of the sun. He’s sure if he made an active effort to learn that he’d know, but as it stands he has no idea.

“Alright, let me get my phone.” Richie said, moving to sit up but Max shook his head, pulling him back down.

“No,” He practically whined.

“I have to see what time it is.” Richie said, trying to move again but Max held on tighter. 

“ Why? ” Max complained and Richie huffed.

“Because I need to check in with my Uncle so he doesn’t think I died or something.” Richie said. “And if it’s late, you need to eat again.”

“I’m not a child,” Max said. “Just hand me a granola bar, I’ll be fine. And your uncle can deal.”

Richie ran a hand down his face and looked down at Max, curled up at his side, cum stuck drying to his legs and despite that, his cock was slowly hardening again. Richie rolled his eyes, trying to push Max off once more.

“I’ll actually fuck you next if you get off me and let me get my phone.” Richie bargained and then almost laughed at how fast Max pulled away from him.

Richie carefully got out of the bed, out of Max’s nest and walked over, grabbing his shorts and pulling out his phone. He was still completely nude and fully aware of Max’s eyes on him, watching his every move. He tried not to think about it too hard, tried to ignore the discomfort in his bones as he checked the time.

It was 6:48, and Richie looked out the window almost doubtfully because of how light it still was outside. It didn’t matter though as he then opened his messages, finding Paul’s 6:30 check in text, asking how Pete was doing.

[6:49] To Paul:

its all good making him eat n shit

[6:51] From Paul:

Good. Eating is very important during heats. Make sure he gets fluids and such in as well. 👍

Richie smiled fondly at Paul’s message before standing up, setting his phone down on Max’s nightstand.

Max moved to pull him onto the bed and Richie was faster, jumping back.

“Food first.” Richie ordered and Max groaned.

“You said -” “I know what I said, but it’s later than I thought and you need to eat.” Richie said and Max whined, high and desperate and horny . His scent was permeating the air and Richie was doing his best to not inhale too deeply, the scent fogging his own mind and drawing him in close like a siren song.

He turned around, moving to exit but froze and Max let out another whine, this one sadder, pathetic. He whipped his head around quickly to find Max sitting up, chest heaving heavily and he looked at Richie with heavy lidded eyes.

“Okay, I actually- I actually really do need to cum again.” Max said, voice breathy and desperate and Richie scolded himself temporarily forgetting how intense Max’s heat was. The entire reason he was even here in the first place was because of the fact Max literally could be hospitalised with how intense it was, the suppressants and rejection fucking with everything.

“Okay, okay,” Richie said, hurrying back to his side, almost tripping over his feet to help Max out, who’d already taken himself into his own hands and was furiously pumping, to no avail. Richie remembered how he’d found Max pre-heat desperately trying to get off and unable to. Richie batted Max’s hand away, taking him in his own and stroking him and Max let out a punched out groan.

“Fuck me,” Max begged and Richie sighed.

“You really need to eat first.” Richie said. “Get cleaned up and all that important shit.”

“Wh- The douche stuff?” Max asked hazily, moaning as his hips bucked up into Richie’s hand, waving a dismissive hand. “I did that before you woke up.”

“Is that what got you so worked up?” Richie asked, a little teasing. 

“ No ,” Max defended and Richie twisted his hand a bit, prying a high, desperate whine from Max’s throat, and his cock was twitching and a violent red, but still, he wasn’t cumming. “You need to fuck me.”

Richie sighed, really needing to make sure Max was fed, hydrated, rested, but it was clear Max needed this, he was desperate and twitching and rutting up into him to no avail. Well, he was rested and hydrated, Richie would just have to settle for that for now.

“Fine,” Richie said, and pulled away, Max whining. 

“You-” “Condoms.” Richie informed, grabbing the bag of condoms and lube before climbing back into Max’s nest carefully. Max absentmindedly readjusted one of the pillows as Richie’s foot knocked it over. 

“You’re boring.” Max informed and Richie scoffed. “I’m safe ,” Richie informed, clumsily tearing open a condom pack and awkwardly slipping it onto himself. 

Max watched with lust filled eyes and snorted when Richie’s finger slipped and the entire condom slipped off him. Richie huffed angrily. “This is nothing like a banana.” Richie said accusingly down at his own cock and Max grabbed a new condom, the other one launched off the bed somewhere. 

“Let me,” Max said, winking at Richie and Richie felt his heart race as that Jägerman Charm was suddenly turned full force on him. 

Max slipped the condom easily onto Richie’s slowly hardening cock, his hand then moving to wrap around it and Richie put a hand on his chest, making him stop.

“I’m not the goal here,” Richie reminded. “First we gotta get you off.”

“ Please ,” Max whined and Richie is starting to see that mess of desperation he’d seen back in the locker room come back. He was wondering what happened to That Max .

“First, I have to prep you.” Richie reminded and moved to cover his fingers with lube, but Max reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“I’m-” Max whined and leaned back, awkwardly pulling Richie’s hand over to his asshole. “I don’t need it.”

Richie raised an eyebrow, curious to what he met until his pointed and middle finger pressed against Max’s twitching hole. It was completely leaking with slick, and Richie looked down, surprised he hadn’t noticed Max had been practically oozing with it. Richie’s breath caught in his throat as he gently pressed both fingers in at once, the pads of his fingers barely breaching him before Richie suddenly paused.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy before?” This was probably a very belated question to be asking and Max didn’t seem to appreciate the timing of him deciding to stop and chat. 

He turned his head away, flushed and his hips rocked down, trying to force Richie’s fingers in.

“No.” He mumbled, embarrassed and Richie raised an eyebrow. “This whole... liking dudes thing is new.”

“What?” Richie asked, incredulous. “Wait, how new?”

Max swallowed thickly, looking... almost small as he opened his mouth, paused, then spoke.

“Like... Two days maybe.”

“Omigod?” Richie said and pulled his fingers away, Max whining pathetically. “I’m the first guy you’ve had sex with?”

“Not until you put your dick in me, you’re not.” Max grumbled angrily, bringing a leg up to wrap around Richie’s waist again, to try and bring him closer, but Richie was expecting it this time and stayed firmly in place and Max whined angrily.

“Max, serious conversation, okay?” Richie said and Max rolled his eyes. 

“Can we have a serious conversation after ?” Max asked. “Fuck me, please .”

“No, no, we can’t have a serious conversation about you just discovering you like guys after I fuck you.” Richie said and moved his hands to hold Max’s waist in place so his stopped trying to fuck himself onto Richie’s cock. He pressed his waist into the bed and Max huffed in surprise.

“Holy fuck you’re strong what the fu-” “Are you even actually sure you like guys or was it just that I was there and it’s fucking with your mind?” Richie asked, because this was serious, no matter how horny and desperate Max was right now.

“Okay, not exactly two days,” Max said, huffing but his eyes cleared a bit, the cloud of lust lifting a bit as he crossed his arms. “I’ve... suspected? For a while,” Max swallowed, pulling at a part of his skin nervously. Richie’s never seen Max nervous before, but then again, Richie’s seeing a lot of Max he’s never seen before, meant in more ways than one. “There’s... I think maybe I had a crush on Kyle, and- And maybe Jason. At one point or another. There’s definitely someone now, and- And I don’t fucking know man! I maybe like guys, like bisexual or fucking whatever, who cares?”

“Uh, as the guy about to fuck you in the ass for the first time, I kinda care.” Richie said and Max scoffed.

“I’ve had girls peg me before,” Max said, like that’s casual information to offer up and not something that’s causing Richie’s own cock to twitch in desperation. “I know how anal works, you’re fucking fine there.”

“Okay, but I’m still the first guy,” Richie said. “That’s still- That’s pretty big.”

“You’re such a fucking prude,” Max scoffed and Richie wants to argue he’s very much not a prude but Max is talking again. “It’s just sex, okay? Sex means basically nothing so just hurry the fuck up and fuck me , I’m dying over here.”

Richie swallowed thickly, because sex wasn’t just nothing to him , but Max was getting that heady look again, and that desperate pathetic whine was building in his throat. His cock looked ready to burst, twitching desperately and he was leaking slick like a waterfall.

“Fine, fine,” Richie said, removing his hands from Max’s waist, the jock responding instantly by rolling his hips seductively as Richie moved his hand back, wasting no time this round as his fingers pushed up into Max.

Max groaned at that, his chest heaving heavily and Richie’s eyes darkened at the sight. He wondered truly how many girls have reduced Max Jägerman to this high and whining mess of a jock, if he was actually telling the truth the other day when he said no one but Richie has gotten him this desperate before.

Richie’s fingers move quickly in Max’s ass, pumping in and out while scissoring back and forth, slowly opening him up and Max’s hips rolled back and forth to meet him each time. Max loosened up faster than Richie expected and soon he slipped in a third finger, a fourth one meeting them soon after. 

“Come on ,” Max whined, eyes glistening with need and his entire body rolling for friction, for Richie, for anything and it made Richie feel a little prideful knowing it was him reducing Max to this senseless mess. “ Please .”

“So impatient,” Richie teased but removed his fingers, now dripping with Max’s slick. He moved his hand to cover his own cock, using Max’s slick to lube up his cock before he shifted, grabbing Max by his hips again and pulling him onto his cock in one swift motion.

Max let out a punched out moan that quickly turned into a heady whine, his hands moving to hold onto Richie’s arms, clawing at his skin desperately and Richie let out a moan, finding very quickly he delighted in the light pain the scratches brought.

His hips moved in and out of Max slowly, until the other slammed down on him faster and Richie got the message, picking up the pace.

Richie let one hand release Max’s waist, moving to grab hold of his cock, stroking it a few times as his hips pistoned in and out of Max as fast as his asthmatic body would allow him too. It only took a minute more until Max was whining and his cock twitched in Richie’s hand, cumming all of it and his stomach.

Richie considered keeping going until he reached his own climax, but Max needed food, and Richie wouldn’t be able to keep cumming as much as Max was, not until his rut at least, so he begrudgingly slowly pulled out. He’s edged himself before, he could handle this.

Max moaned as Richie pulled out, chest heaving desperately and Richie looked down at the mess he was. Skin slick with sweat, cum and slick . His one leg was twitching a little, his spent cock limp for now, his throat moving as he swallowed thickly. Max was looking up at the ceiling in a sort of dazed expression and Richie figured he was probably finally fully dropping into his heat-addled mind.

“Food,” Richie said, moving to get up and Max nodded, not saying anything. Richie took that as permission to go and he quickly got dressed, wincing a little in uncomfortable-ness as he pulled his underwear and shorts over his still hard cock, but he swallowed and pushed past it.

Day one of Max’s heat was almost over, and already Richie felt like he was in over his head, maybe was going to regret all of this later when he had to cradle the pieces of his broken heart later.

Richie hadn’t known that... That seeing Max all soft, in a different light, seeing him get to be a person, to not being calling him Shit Lips every five seconds would make his feelings quadruple. That seeing Max rendered to a pathetic pile of whining neediness would make Richie feel so high and mighty , knowing he was the only one who’s rendered Max to such a state. 

Sex means basically nothing keeps rattling in his head. Because of course, why should Richie expect anything from this? It was just sex, it’s not like Max had confessed his love to him or anything, the only reason Richie was here was because Max trusted him for some reason and Richie wasn’t going to break that.

It would just completely break him when they went back to school in a week and Max goes right back to bullying him.

Richie sighed as he began making food. May as well enjoy it now, indulge in what he can before he never gets the chance for this again.