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Alex doesn’t like to voice her exhaustion on race weekends. Even if she’s bone tired, she just doesn’t. She feels like it disregards all of the work that Charles and the other drivers do.
But well. It’s probably pretty obvious right now with the way she’s practically curled up on Max’s side.
They usually go home on Max’s jet when their schedules line up. It’s mostly Alex’s fault that they do this.
Max being one of the only other omegas in the paddock at a time, befriended her pretty quickly. She was excited to have an omega friend, obviously. They’re few and far between these days, and she’d only ever had beta friends before Max.
She’s glad that Charles is fine with them being as close as they are; knows that it's only tolerated because Max is an omega. She’s certain that if he were an alpha or beta that Charles wouldn’t be comfortable with her cuddling up with him after every race weekend that they can.
But Max is an omega, and Charles is completely fine with her being around Max. Max has always been able to soothe her instincts, in a way no one has ever been able to. Something unspoken that all omegas find in each other, she thinks.
And she’s sure that Max has never gotten something like this either, with the way Formula 1 looks down on omegas in the sport. Well, the only omega in the sport. Alex has heard of the constant scrutiny he faced when he first entered the sport, She knows that he was sought after about as much as he was slandered.
It makes her sad that he had to deal with it so severely, but she’s glad that he now has such loving and supportive people around him. Especially her. And Charles, she guesses.
And she’s always thought that he was a wonderful omega, even before they met. Charles would talk about him with such respect, she knew that he would be sweet.
And he is. They will nest together often and he rarely declines when she asks of it. Only when he started seeing that alpha did he start to say no, and it’d upset her a bit. Max makes the best nests, and she didn’t like the idea of any alpha that wasn’t Charles getting to lay in them.
And it’s another thing. She seriously can’t think of another alpha besides Charles around him like that, it actually makes her feel a bit ill. Charles is a great alpha, and she’s never met one that treats omegas better.
Maybe it’s a bit too possessive of a thought for her, considering Max is supposed to be purely platonic with the both of them. Oh well.
Max and that alpha that she could never remember the name of stopped seeing each other quickly enough though, so now they’re back to cuddling whenever they can.
Like now, on Max’s jet.
They’ve always been completely fine with physical affection, It came naturally to her when they first met if she’s honest, and it’s been that way since.
She loves Max’s scent too. His is a bit less surgery sweet than hers, but she thinks it’s perfect. Especially good for helping her fall asleep on plane rides after race weekends, Though, until that moment she had never really gotten it from the source.
Scent glands are almost certainly an intimate thing, everyone knows this. And like. She knows that it’s probably not appropriate to stick her nose in Max’s neck, but she’s already half asleep and it’s comforting. Besides, Max doesn’t say anything. Neither does Charles from where he’s sitting across from them.
So she ends up falling asleep halfway on Max’s lap with her nose pressed right up against his scent gland, like an idiot.
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Max knows that scent drunkenness is a thing, of course he does.
He’s been getting berated at least once a month for his entire racing career for being a bit too close to an alpha's neck. Even when he’s not even close to an alphas neck, someone always says something.
So, yes. He knows all about scent drunkenness. Though, he’s always thought that it was only a thing for omegas and alphas. Never once had any sex ed teacher told him that an omega could get drunk off of another omegas scent.
So when Alex is suddenly pressed up against his scent gland he doesn’t think too much of it. Charles glances over and they make eye contact, but he doesn’t seem too worried either. So Max just goes back to his phone.
He knows that Charles is fine with his and Alex’s…companionship. Well, now he is. But he still feels that the lines do blur occasionally.
And by occasionally he means all of the time. Him and Charles had their own talk about it a few months after he and Alex had become friends, Max and Charles had known each other for a lot longer than they knew Alex after all.
It was certainly an interesting conversation to have, and it made Max feel a bit bad about his friendship with the other omega. Charles had been a bit passive aggressive with Max about being so close to his girlfriend, and it had made Max take a step back.
He started dating one of the many alphas that initiated courting with him, and it had worked for a bit. But one day Charles showed up to his apartment and apologized for his odd behavior, he said something about feeling like shit and that it wasn’t how he was raised. Then he said that he was fine with Max and Alex doing whatever, as long as they were happy, which was very confusing.
Max didn’t think that he had ever shown any outright romantic or sexual interest in Alex, but suddenly he’s saying it’s fine? Max had said as much, and Charles just waved him off. He said that Max was just being purposefully naive about things, and that it’s obvious that there’s more going on.
Max didn’t think too much about that, just broke it off with the alpha he was seeing. Which now that he thinks about it, that was a big fat sign that Charles had been right. He knew that any alpha would have a problem with how close Max and Alex were, except for Charles, he thinks.
And Max thinks that he and Charles have also been getting closer recently. Alex likes it when he joins their cuddle piles sometimes, and Max couldn’t say no to her. Besides, Charles doesn’t smell the worst. He actually smells quite good for an alpha.
So when a purr erupts from Max’s chest in direct response to Alex nuzzling her face against his scent gland, he almost thinks the rumbling Charles unknowingly does in return is normal. He has to remind himself that these people are not his mates, and that he doesn’t have any sort of claim over either of them.
Especially not the omega.
But the thing is, Charles doesn’t stop with his rumbling. He doesn’t stop, and he knows that he’s doing it. It confuses Max to no end, because isn’t that something for…not Max? It would make sense if Alex were awake, but she’s dead to the world right now. It can’t be for anyone but him.
He kind of understands, but he also doesn’t.
Instead of doing any personal reflection, or even any outward analysis, he just decides that sleep is the key to all success.
But that doesn’t end up lasting very long when he’s woken up a little over an hour later with a whimpering in his ear.
-
Alex wakes up feeling the most needy she ever has in her life. Her thighs rub together involuntarily, and she takes in more lungfuls of the sweet scent under her nose.
“Max…” She whines, and turns further towards him until she’s practically straddling one of his thighs. She feels a hand on her waist, and suddenly she’s being pushed away. “No no, no…”
She wraps her arms around Max’s neck and holds on as tightly as she can. She hears pieces of a conversation but doesn’t understand what they are saying.
“Alex, baby.” She hears someone, Charles, say in her ear. She doesn’t know where he came from, but his scent filling her lungs doesn’t make anything better for her mind. “Are you going into heat? It’s really early for that, no?”
She shakes her head against where it’s laid against Max’s chest. Max’s chest that’s so big and comfortable, she can’t help but get her hand on his peck (boob? tit?).
She hears more murmurs, but nothing else gets through her head. Instead of paying any attention to it though, she just squeezes the mound of flesh under her hand. When the sharp intake of breath comes, she thinks that she should have done that a lot sooner.
The hands that were on her waist slacken immensely, and it makes her pout and rock her hips against the thigh that is between her own. The gasp that that one gets is even louder. She doesn’t stop though, no. The pressure is so good that she rhythmically rolls her hips down to satiate the need low in her abdomen.
She feels another pair of hands join Max’s on her waist, and she thinks that it’s Charles that is holding her. “Alex. Do you understand what you are doing? I don’t want you to do something that you will regret…”
She’s certainly not entirely coherent, and her mind is only focused on getting off, but it’s not as though she doesn't know who she is sitting on. It’s not like she would even be in this situation with anyone else but the two people that she is on this plane with. “Yes, yes. I promise.”
“If you’re sure…I'm certain that Max won’t mind either.” Charles squeezes her waist for a second and then lets go of her, only to sit down in the seat she was occupying only a moment ago.
Max still seems stunned where he’s sitting under her, but he doesn’t seem repulsed. She stays rocking against his thigh, and it’s even better when she sneaks her hand down to pull at his shirt. Instead of pulling it off immediately like she wanted, Max looks over at Charles. It’s as though he’s looking for permission, but that just irritates her because all of the permission he could need is her whining and humping against him.
She doesn’t see what response Charles gives him, but it’s certainly in her favor. Max’s grip on her tightens, and he helps to guide her hips against him. She shoves her nose into his scent gland again, certain that she can never get enough of him. She moans when she breathes in, and in response Max decides to flex his thigh under her cunt.
It feels better like that, somehow, and she tries her best to keep up with the pace that she originally set. Max keeps her steady though, and she just can’t get enough of the way his hands are splayed across her. She brings her hand back to his chest and plays with his breasts as best she can with his shirt still on.
She finds immense pleasure in the hitching of Max’s breath that it gets her. She would have tugged at his shirt again if not for the way Max’s grip on her tightens and presses her down just that little bit more.
It’s the smell of Max’s slick that does her in eventually.
She’s never had the smell of another omega’s slick under her nose, but now she doesn’t think she’ll be able to go without it. There must be something about omega pheromones and their effect on other omegas, because Alex comes right on Max’s thigh as soon as her brain registers what she’s smelling.
Max helps her ride through it, all with a purring in his chest. Once she has hit her afterglow, she returns it with a purring of her own. When she leans in to nuzzle into his neck again, her head is pushed downwards into Max’s chest instead. It annoys her, but she likes Max’s chest, so she lets it be for now.
A hand soothes down her back and she knows that it’s Charles. Max’s hands haven’t moved from their own place on her hips. Instead of the touch soothing her though, it makes her tense and anxious. How could she have completely disregarded Charles? He probably thinks she’s gross now…and he had to watch. What came over her?!
Her smell tanking must have become prominent though, because Charles is quick to reassure her. “I’m not mad Alex, no need to be upset.” His words have her settling a little bit.
“What happened…?” She seriously has no idea why she suddenly had the urge to dry hump on Max. She pulls back a bit and checks Max’s expression. Even if he doesn’t seem too upset, she feels bad about it. “I’m so sorry Max, I don’t know what came over me…”
Max just gives her a small smile, “It’s alright Alex. It wasn’t even your fault either way, you were scent drunk.”
Which, yeah. That makes the most sense. She thinks that Max is hot and would totally pounce on him, but not like that! Definitely not without his consent or Charles’ knowledge. “Oh…I didn’t think that was possible for two omegas?”
Max squeezes her hip reassuringly. “Maybe we’re a bit different from other omegas.”
She doesn’t know what he could possibly mean by that. Before she can really examine it too deeply though, she becomes conscious of the mess in her own pants. She grimaces and realizes that she must have ruined Max’s pants too.
“I have extra clothes in my bag if you two need it.” Charles speaks up from where he’s been sitting in the seat next to Max. She knows he does, he always packs an extra set of clothes for the both of them just in case. Max can just wear some of Charles’.
-
And so Alex and Max change their clothes.
It’s messing with her head how much Max is smelling like Charles, and not in the way that she doesn’t like someone smelling like her alpha. It’s actually the opposite. Max smelling like Charles (and still faintly of Alex’s slick) is going to make her imagine a life where Max belongs with them every day.
She can tell that Charles is also feeling a way about it by the way his nose keeps on twitching.
She still feels a bit like puddy after her orgasm, and gets a bit antsy without being able to make a nest. And she knows that the three of them should probably talk about what just happened, but she would rather do it in the comfort of her and Charles’s own home.
It’s the summer break now, so Max will theoretically be free for the next couple of days, right? In case things escalate again and they don’t leave her nest for a while.
Yeah, that sounds like a great plan.