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Maverick relaxed at the bar counter beside his best friend, Goose, when it happened.
His heart pounded against his chest the second his scent reached him. Maverick knew right away that it belonged to an alpha male. He smelled fresh like snow ocean, strong and spicy with a hint of vanilla on the edge, enticing him to search for its owner.
Normally, he wrinkled his nose at the alpha’s natural body odor and strayed away as soon as possible. But this, this was different because clearly right now, his body reacted in silly ways like never before. His heart wouldn’t stop racing, his palms sweated and on top of that, his mouth decided to salivate like he just found his favorite food, as his eyes roamed the crowd for that one guy who responsible for all this.
And there he was, strutting into the bar in his navy uniform like he owned the place.
Butterflies bloomed in his stomach as Maverick scanned the alpha from head to toes. Though he fought the urge to giggle because who the hell wear sunglasses to nightclub and still managed to look attractive and not stupid. Yep, it looked like his prince charming had finally arrived, Maverick smirked.
Maverick observed him move towards his friends in the corner across the room. When the alpha took off his glasses, his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Alright, he’s so hot. Maverick bit his lower lip and glanced at Goose who gave him a knowing look before shaking his head in disapproval.
The know-it-all Goose told him that this alpha named Iceman and then proceeded to lectured him not to indulge in his emotion as the guy was taken, already engaged with a beta woman. As usual, the world worked against him and those words wiped the smirk off his face into a frown.
They always said, omegas found their potential companions when the smell of the other persons captivated them. Undeniably, his omega’s sense loved the smell, but guess it was not smart enough to the point it could distinguish what available and what not. Oh well, it was just an instant crush anyway and the feeling would fade away eventually, Maverick told himself. Like how could he not have a crush? The guy was handsome and smelled intoxicating.
So, Maverick just shrugged it off and continued to enjoy the great sight in front of him. What would it feel like to kiss him? Maverick wondered, grazing his own lips as he studied him. Those big hands must feel nice on his soft body. As if aware by his stare, Iceman looked through his direction and then their eyes met. Like an electricity, this sent his heartbeat out of sync once again and in a flash, Maverick turned away, trying his best to look innocent with a face redden in embarrassment. His best friend casted him his disapproving look for a second time that night before trying to start a conversation that uninvolved Iceman.
One word fell from his mouth, asking who was the best pilot around here and Goose already lost it again. Crossing his arms, he explained to Maverick that the title belonged to Iceman, flying ice cold, no mistakes. His eyes widen and he grinned with amazement when he heard that, ignoring Goose’s baffled face. Everything about him was awesome.
He sounded awesome. He smelled awesome and he looked awesome, totally like a perfect alpha for him. If he was a free man, without a doubt, Maverick would jump in at first sight to seduce him with his omega’s charm. Then Goose handed him a drink, telling him to cut it out already, clearly worried about his strange behavior. Maverick accepted it with a smile and assured him that he got it under control, before sipping the beer.
However, it was strange indeed now that he thought about it. The feeling of desire, He’d never experience it before. Never wanted to attach himself with anyone in a romantic way. Many men and women had tried to win him over in the past, but he’d paid them no mind. And now that he found himself attracted to someone unattainable, he thought that faith just enjoyed playing tricks on him. Whatever faith had in store for him, Maverick would conserve his feeling for he knew that he would get nothing but hurt in return if he treated it seriously. He told himself just tonight he allowed Iceman in his mind and who would punish him if he temporary fell for a taken man? It was a free thinking and nobody had to know beside Goose.
Maverick stole a glance at Iceman and new fantasy emerged in his head. What if they had a kid together? What would it look like? Biologically speaking, alpha’s genes tended to be dominated, so their kid would look like Iceman and Maverick wouldn’t mind one bit. But before they could have kid, they needed to mate. Would it be sweet or intense? Would Iceman prefer to have him on his back or on all four? Shit, too far. He muffled his choke and mentally slapped himself as his body heated up once again. He poured himself a drink and gulped it down in one go, dismiss a thought of wanting to have kid with a person he’d never talk to and just saw half an hour ago. If only Goose could feel how rile up his inside was right now, he would look at him in horror. Lucky for them both, beta people could not sense or smell others, only alphas and omegas could, which reminded Maverick to mask his own scent as well, being the only omega among few alphas in the room, hoping it was not too late.
Later into the night, Maverick and Goose decided to call it a day. Maverick exited with his friend in tow but not before catching a glimpse of his crush for one more time. As if on cue, Iceman met his eyes, causing Maverick to turn his head around so fast he was sure he heard a click from his neck. His face flushed with shame, mouth muttering stupid repeatedly as the alpha caught him for a second time already. Having watching the scene from behind, Goose chuckled this time and Maverick felt his face become crimson and stormed off to the base before his stupidity slipped up even more, because apparently, the power of crush really made people becoming idiots.
“Behave yourself would you, Mav? Guy’s smart. He knows what you’re doing.” Goose said, having caught up with Maverick.
“I can’t help it. He’s like a prince charming.” He whined with a dreamy expression.
“I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about this. Out of all people, you gotta show interest in unavailable man. And this is first time you act like that, so I’m really worry.” Goose sounded concern.
Maverick turned to face his friend, and patted his shoulder. He explained “well blame my stupid hormones and probably alcohol, but just let me be for tonight. I’ll be fine tomorrow.” Still looking unconvinced, yet Goose just nodded and they continued their stroll in the cold midnight air. The soothing California beach’s breeze washed away his haze but it was not enough. It was time like this that Maverick wished to go up in the sky in order to think straight.
Once they reached his room, Maverick bided his friend goodnight. He shed his uniform as soon as he set foot in his bedroom and flopped face down on the bed. He forced his eyes shut, trying to think of nothing but the thought kept coming back to Iceman and his intoxicated smell that still lingered on. So, the fantasy continued automatically. Maverick pictured himself on the bed with the alpha hovered above him, growling like a wild beast. Then in a sudden, he smashed his lip on his in a hard kiss and Maverick responded with the same hungriness. It was wet and hot as they both fought in the battle of tongue. He was out of breath when they withdrew. Ice wasted no time to attack his neck next. His skin prickled at the sensation. He threw his head back, exposing his neck more to his predator and Ice’s hand wandered his body way way down until he brushed the bulge in his pants. Maverick gasped and his eyes shot open. He could feel the real hardness, tight against his boxer. His whole body burned like he was having a high fever but then it got worse when he felt the wetness dripping down his thighs. Maverick cursed his stupid body and realized in horror that this was his body preparing itself for mating. He shook his head in disbelief for it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. That mean the suppressant had failed, which explained why It took everything in him not to get off right now but he knew he was on a lost ground when another wave of the alpha’s scent came crashing down hard, sinking him into the dark ocean floor of lechery. His vision blurred and Maverick just wanted to be filled up and found release. In seconds, he discarded his boxer, whimpered when the fabric brushed against his cock. Maverick quickly balanced himself on his chest, ass up in the air. He inserted a finger to his already drenched hole, sliding in and out slowly. Far from enough, he introduced another finger, stretching his inside at a much quicker pace while another hand stroke his dick. He groaned low and closed his eyes, imagining it was Ice’s big hands fucking his ass and jerking him off. His hips thrusted back and forth to match the rhythm. Then the third finger slid in and Maverick let out a delicious moan before buried his face against the pillow, afraid the neighbor room overheard him.
The line between fantasy and reality faded with each pump and stroke as he felt Iceman from behind, pulling him into a deep kiss until Maverick finally came with a muted cry, mouth hanged open as he spilled load after load on the bed sheet. Soon, Maverick collapsed, trying to catch his breath.
The haze subsided but the hunger remained. In fact, it only left him wanting more. Maverick longed for something real, something big from Iceman, throbbing inside him, needed him to thrust deep and spill his seed in his virgin ass. Yes, Maverick was still a virgin. Omegas only mated once in their life, so Maverick promised himself he would save his virginity for that one true mate. All this was made easier with the suppression he had been using since he was presented as an omega at 16 years old.
But then what the hell did he just do? His cheeks burned with shame. Out of all people, his body had to react to a taken man. He prayed this would be the only time. For his own sake, this had to. Plus, anymore than this, the guy would notice as they would be in the same class, which reminded Maverick that he should had been asleep by now. Top Gun would begin tomorrow and despite what happened tonight, he still excited about attending the program. This omega didn’t fight against all odd to became a pilot just to perform shitty. And so Maverick pushed himself out of the bed, showering and changing the cover of the filthy evidence or else he couldn’t get any sleep.
Before closing his eyes, Maverick made a mental note to take double dose of heat suppressant first thing in the morning. If his body got no reaction then Iceman would have no power on him and his world would come back to normal. At least that’s what he hoped.