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It was a cool day in New York, and in a small apartment in the big city, Will was lying face down on his bed, reading an art book his professor had recommended the previous week. The place was quiet, except for the occasional crackling sound from the old refrigerator and the sound of the wind blowing through the half-open window. He was alone in the apartment, Mike had gone out with his girlfriend a few hours earlier.
Will had met Kelsey, a beta, two weeks ago, when he ran into Mike on the subway after college. Right away, Will didn’t like her, her overly sweet scent and excessive excitement bothered him, making him change his plans and say he’d meet Mike later at the apartment.
Mike hadn’t had many relationships after they moved to New York, maybe one or two one-night stands at college parties. At least, that’s what Will knew. But about two months ago, Mike’s friend set him up with the beta, and since then Mike has been going out with her more and more often.
Needless to say, this broke Will’s heart into a thousand pieces, especially when he realized that Mike was skipping their movie nights to go out with Kelsey. Will tried not to let it bother him, but it was hard to see the boy he’d been in love with since childhood going out with someone else.
There was a time when Will thought Mike was courting him, right after they moved into this apartment. The alpha took care of every little detail so Will wouldn’t have to worry, setting up all the furniture, going out to buy whatever was missing from the house, and cooking every night after they got back from college. He even bought new paint and high-quality sheets after the omega complained about how expensive they were. He also purposely let Will do the laundry so Will could choose which of the alpha’s clothes he’d want to have in his nest that week. That was the expected behavior of an alpha courting an omega, spoil them and make sure their needs were being met.
But then Mike went to that first party and came back reeking of another omega. If Will hadn’t known how to hide his emotions, his omega would have gone feral at the alpha’s audacity to walk into their apartment like that. But by that point, Will was already used to creating expectations about Mike only to have them crushed shortly afterward.
So there he was, lying alone, while Mike had gone who knows where with the beta. Will had already tried to distract himself by doing the dishes, organizing his paintbox, and watering the plants, but time wouldn’t pass, and all he could think about was what the alpha was doing. He decided to try reading this book, which would be important for his upcoming classes, but honestly, he hadn’t gotten past the third page.
Just as he was about to give up on reading and sink into yet another session of self-pity about his unreciprocated love, Will heard the living room door open and then slam shut with a loud thud. He could also hear Mike taking off his shoes and starting to walk toward his room. Not wanting Mike to think that Will had just been waiting for him to come back (even though that was the truth), Will put on his best act to pretend he was absorbed in the boring content of the art book, swinging his feet in the air and not even turning his head when his bedroom door creaked open.
As soon as Mike walks into the room, Will catches a scent of cedar after a storm, so characteristic of when Mike is bothered by something. But he can also detect another scent, however subtle, of a beta’s sickly sweet caramel. Will wrinkles his nose. Of course, as if it weren’t enough that Mike went out with her, he had to bring that scent into his room, too. When Mike speaks, his voice comes out hoarse.
“Will?”
“Hm?” Will replies, still without turning to look at him, afraid that his expression might give away his disapproval.
Mike strides over, his knees making a hollow sound on the wooden floor as he drops to his knees beside the queen-size bed. Will doesn’t have time to think before Mike grabs one of his arms in a single motion and presses his nose against Will’s wrist, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
Caught off guard by the sudden movement, the book slips from his other hand, and Will falls toward Mike because he no longer has the support of the elbow that had been there before. Now that Mike is so close, his scent grows stronger, and the distress Mike is feeling becomes even more evident. Without realizing it, Will begins to exhale his own soothing scent, the omega in him wanting to calm the pack’s alpha. He tries to pull his arm back, but Mike tightens his grip on his wrist even more.
“Mike, w-what?” He pulls his arm back again, and this time Mike loosens his grip but doesn’t let go.
“Will, please,” Mike whispers, opening his eyes and staring at him from where he’s kneeling. Mike’s eyes are wide, dark as night, and look at him desperately. Will’s heart skips a beat.
“I- I don’t understand. What happened?”
“I- I just…” Mike grunts, frustrated. “Please, just let me scent you.” The smell of wet wood now fills Will’s room, making the omega’s head spin. Will doesn’t know what the hell is going on, but his omega seems to be squirming inside him, begging him to offer comfort to the alpha in front of him.
“O-okay, come here.” Will manages to sit up without Mike letting go of his arm, and the alpha follows him, sitting on the bed and pressing their bodies as close together as he can. It’s not the first time they’ve scented each other, it’s a common practice among packs, and ever since they were children, they’ve shared scents to ensure safety and a sense of belonging. But it’s the first time Mike has done it without asking first. It’s considered disrespectful, especially toward omegas, to scent them without prior consent.
Mike, still holding Will, rubs his own wrist against Will’s, mixing their scents before bringing the skin to his nose again. Will gets the feeling that Mike is trembling inside his own skin, and he has no idea why.
He watches the alpha’s every move, the way he inhales through his open mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, every time Will releases another wave of pheromones. Will isn’t entirely sure what he’s doing, but he’s doing his best to help the alpha. Mike’s nose begins to trace its way up Will’s arm, caressing the soft skin with his sharp nose. When he reaches the crook of Will’s elbow, Mike opens his eyes and looks at a spot just below Will’s head.
“Neck,” he murmurs before moving forward, and in a second buries his nose in the scent gland, just below Will’s ear.
Caught off guard, Will can’t help but let out a low moan as he feels Mike’s warm breath brush against the sensitive spot on his neck. They’re in an awkward position, both sitting against the headboard, Mike with half his body leaning over Will, who is trapped between the alpha and the wall. Will doesn’t know where to put his hands, he just grips the blanket beneath him, his eyes wide as he stares at the half-open door.
Will’s mind is racing. What the fuck is going on? What is Mike doing? Where did this come from? What should he do? Push Mike away and demand an explanation? Leave him there until he calms down?
The flood of thoughts vanishes from his mind the moment Will feels something warm and wet brush against his scent gland. He holds his breath, feeling a familiar tingling between his legs. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. He can’t get turned on right now.
He uses all his willpower to push the alpha away, who growls at the separation, and places a hand on his chest to keep him from getting closer.
“Michael,” Will says seriously, “are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?” He tries to keep his voice firm, so the alpha understands that he needs an explanation.
“Willll,” he whines. Wow, that’s new. Mike tries to get closer again, and Will gives him a warning look. Mike sighs in frustration. “Okay, okay,” he says, taking a few deep breaths before speaking: “You know I… went out with Kelsey?”
Will’s face tightens into a frown.
“I know. What about it?”
“We went to a park nearby, and I don’t know, I started feeling weird, and every time she got close, her scent made my skin crawl, like something was wrong. The smells in the park seemed off, and all I could think about was that I had to get out of there.” He shook his head as if trying to shake off the memory. “She wanted me to walk her home, and when I made up an excuse not to, she tried to kiss me, and as soon as she got close to me, I just ran off and went back home.”
Will nodded slowly, trying to figure out where he fit into this story.
“And what does that have to do with me, exactly?”
“I—” Mike looked down, fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket. “Look, I think I’ve been spending too much time with betas, and I got really hungry for the scent of an omega. All I could think about was coming home, to you.” Will might have thought he was crazy, because he swore he saw Mike blush a little.
“Oh.” That was the only sound Will could manage at that moment. Was Mike really saying he’d run away from his girlfriend because he was missing Will’s scent? His omega was buzzing with this information.
After a moment that felt like an eternity, Mike spoke again.
“So… are you going to let me continue?” Mike looked at him, his eyes pleading.
And who was he to refuse a request like that? Even if it meant his heart would be broken later, when Mike inevitably went back to Kelsey, it was physically and emotionally impossible for him to say no.
Will nodded slightly, and Mike let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, thank you, Will.” Mike exuded a sense of relief, and just like that, in a second, Mike manhandled Will so he’d lie down on the bed, placed one leg over the omega, pinned his hands beside his head, and got on all fours on top of him.
Will’s breath caught, and he had to clench his thighs in response to the alpha’s display of strength, his mind racing through how many times he’d imagined this exact scenario, trapped beneath Mike and unable to escape.
God, he was going to get wet embarrassingly fast.
Mike, above him, looked him in the eyes before flashing a sly, crooked smile and returning to where he’d been, his head nestled in the omega’s neck. Mike rubbed his neck there, to mix their scents, and then ran his nose up and down the scent gland. Will breathed in and out slowly, staying still, trying to calm the feelings churning in his chest, letting Mike take in his scent as much as he wanted.
Will was never very good at controlling his scent when he was growing up; everyone around him could tell exactly how he was feeling, no matter how hard he tried to control it. Today, he has greater control over his emotions, so he’s able to keep them in check most of the time. And right now, he’s doing exactly that, using all his concentration to release only the calming pheromones to soothe Mike, without letting on just how much he’s loving every second, how frantically his heart is pounding in his chest, or how his mind is repeating the mantra myalphamyalphamyalpha
He doesn’t know how long he lies there, simply receiving whatever Mike wants to give and take from him, enjoying it as much as he can, since he doesn’t know if he’ll ever have this opportunity again. Fortunately, Mike didn’t lick him again, and Will is even impressed by his ability to maintain his composure when the man he’s loved for so long is scenting him so strongly. Will feels almost claimed. If he were to step out onto the street right now, he’s certain that all the alphas would keep a safe distance from him, afraid to get close to an omega who smelled so strongly of another alpha.
Suddenly, Mike growls and pulls away, he brings his hands to Will’s neck, turning him from side to side, as if searching for a problem.
“Fuck, it’s not working,” he growls. “Why isn’t it working?”
“Mike…” Will gets his attention. “It is working, I can smell you weaker than before.”
“NO,” he exclaims loudly, but lowers his voice immediately afterward. “No… something’s wrong.” Mike looks up, staring directly into Will’s eyes. “Are you controlling your scent?”
Will’s body goes cold, his breath catching at the intense, almost betrayed look in the alpha’s eyes above him. Will looks away.
“You are!” The alpha’s eyes widen, his mouth opening slightly. “Why?” Mike whispers.
“I… I don't…” Will bites his lip, shaking his head with his eyes closed.
“Will? Why? I need your scent. All of it, not just what you’re giving me.” Mike stares at him with puppy-dog eyes. Damn it, this isn’t fair. “My alpha knows something’s wrong.”
“Mike! You know what an alpha’s pheromones can do to an omega! I didn’t want to make this awkward.”
“I don’t care! If you don’t let me smell you completely, we can stay here forever and it won’t help anything. My alpha won’t let you just walk away until he’s satisfied, you know that.”
Will throws his head back and groans in frustration. Why does everything have to be so hard when it comes to Mike? Will crosses his arms over his stomach, more to stop himself from shaking than to act like a brat.
“Aren’t you going to answer? Am I going to have to force your scent out of you?” Mike’s gaze is dark, clearly his inner alpha isn’t happy with the omega’s attitude. Will doesn’t respond. "All right, then.“
Mike uncrosses Will’s arms, once again holding them in place, this time with just one hand. He growls into Will’s neck, pressing his full weight down on the omega, lying completely on top of him. With his free hand, he grips Will’s waist, pulling him closer. Will feels Mike’s tongue lick him again, the muscle twitching at that spot, before Mike’s nose presses against his skin.
Holy shit, this is getting hard to keep under control.
Mike kisses the spot below his ear, and the very moment the alpha sucks on his scent gland, Will closes his eyes and feels his pussy throb and start to leak. His scent of peaches and fresh paint intensifies and flows from him uncontrollably, flooding the room with the signal of an horny omega.
Like a dog trained to track drugs, Mike jerks his head up and looks down, where Will is pressing his legs together to try to keep the slick from soaking through his panties, the short cotton shorts doing little to mask the scent coming from there.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s it,” Mike groans, his hips jerking forward, and Will feels something hard pressing against his thigh. He must have died and gone to heaven.
“W-what?” In one movement, Mike lowers his body until he’s level with the junction between the omega’s stomach and groin, inhaling deeply.
“Please, Will, I need that smell.” Mike’s eyes stare at him pleadingly and wide, and another wave of fluid leaks from Will before he even has a chance to process what’s happening.
The alpha grunts in approval, pushing Will’s thighs apart slightly. The rational part of his mind may not be processing this moment, but his inner omega seems to know exactly what he wants because before he realizes it:
“O-okay.” Will’s face flushes a deep red, he feels his cheeks burning hot.
“Fuck, thank you, Will,” Mike murmurs, pushing the omega’s thighs even further apart and sighing as he buries his face in Will’s clothed pussy. The alpha’s hot breath manages to penetrate even through the two layers of fabric, making Will shiver and clutch the pillow.
Mike moans, taking a deep breath and nuzzling his face even deeper into Will’s pussy.
“J-just… just smelling, okay?” Will manages to say, his voice breaking.
“Okay, baby,” Will moans at the pet name, just as Mike’s nose brushes against his clit, his thighs closing around Mike’s head. Male Omegas’ clits get bigger when they’re turned on, so Mike could feel it even through his shorts and underwear.
Mike holds onto the tops of Will’s soft thighs, gripping them there and rubbing his nose along the seam of the shorts, inhaling the fresh scent of arousal. Will breathes heavily, his fists tight on the pillow, while the alpha, my God, the alpha he’s been dreaming about for years, has his face buried between his legs. Could this be a fever dream?
At this point, the omega has no self-control over the scents his body gives off, so he’s certain Mike can sense every emotion running through his body. He just hopes the scent of lust is stronger than the scent that says I love you. Mike’s scent is more musky, warm like the sun after the rain, filled with satisfaction.
Time flies by in a blur, and at some point, Mike stops moving his head and leaves it buried in his cunt, his nose pressed against his clit. Despite the lack of movement, this makes Will get increasingly wet, feeling his soaked panties start to stick to his skin. By now, it’s possible that even his shorts have a wet spot.
Will doesn’t know when he closed his eyes, but a hand taps lightly on his thigh, making him look down. Mike is looking at Will through his eyelashes, his eyes big and round.
“Can I taste you?” the alpha whispers. Will’s eyes widen, and he opens and closes his mouth several times, bewildered.
“But you… you have a girlfriend, Mike.”
“I don’t care,” he says dryly, burying his face back in Will’s shorts. “Your pussy is so much better than hers, it’s driving me crazy.”
Will moans, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Well, if you’re going to get wet, you might as well dance in the rain.
“Okay, just a little.”
Mike wastes no time, pulling Will’s shorts and panties aside in one swift motion, holding them back as he shoves his tongue straight into Will’s pussy. Will sinks his fingers into Mike’s hair, arching his back off the mattress just as the alpha eagerly licks and swallows all his slickness straight from the source. Mike moans loudly and deeply as he feels another wave of fluid gush straight into his mouth, his hips grinding against the bed. The mixture of their combined scent of arousal fills his nose.
After what felt like a second, Will presses his hand against Mike’s forehead, pushing him back.
“M-Mike, I said just a little bit,” he stutters, out of breath, fighting the urge to just let the alpha eat him until he’s satisfied. Mike looks up from where he is, between Will’s legs, his mouth just far enough away to be able to speak. His eyes are black and hazy.
“Do you really want me to stop now?” His hot breath brushes against his puffy clit, causing his brain to short-circuit. His thighs tremble next to Mike’s face, another wave of peaches and ink flooding the room. Will shakes his head once. “That’s what I thought.”
Like a starving man, Mike dives back into Will’s hot flesh, thrusting his tongue deep into his hole, the wet muscle of his tongue licking every inch it could reach. The alpha’s long nose brushes against his clit with every movement. He clenches his long fingers around Will’s hips, pinning him to the bed so tightly it’s sure to leave marks.
Will sinks into the mattress, his brain melting out of his ears at the sensation of Mike’s mouth on his pussy, sucking, licking, exploring. Will grabs the dark hair tightly, and even though it’s impossible, he still feels the need to push him even closer against his groin.
Mike pulls back a little to look at Will’s cunt, bites his lip, and moans. The lower part of his face is wet with slick, dripping down to his chin.
“The most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, fuck, Will.” He spits on his clit. Will moans. “It tastes so good.”
Mike presses his lips around the bundle of nerves where he’d just spit, and Will feels like he’s been to heaven and back. The alpha sucks on the sensitive spot and circles his tongue around it, giving Will a mock blowjob, and Will writhes on the bed from the intense sensation. Mike holds him tighter, keeping his lower body still.
By now Will knows he’s gushing like a river, soaking the shorts he’s still wearing and the sheets beneath them. He feels his pussy throb, releasing more and more fluid, his lower abdomen tightening in a familiar sensation, though never as intense as it is now. Mike pulls away and blows cool air on the bundle of nerves, and Will gasps at the sensation.
“Come for me, baby.” The alpha spreads Will’s thighs, holding them open to devour everything he can, his talented tongue sticking out of his mouth and circling the clit, then sliding down to penetrate his hole before his mouth closes and sucks against hi folds. Will’s hands are buried in the alpha’s hair, unable to pull away.
The pressure in his lower abdomen builds rapidly, and Will is certain he’s going to come hard and intensely, but something doesn’t feel quite like the other times. His body trembles, his heart pounding in his chest, his head growing heavy against the pillow, a strong sensation pulsing through his most intimate parts.
“M-Mike, s-sto—” Before Will could finish his sentence, Mike moaned into his pussy, and in the same moment his entire body contracted with pleasure, trembling and gushing a clear fluid, riding the overwhelming sensation in his body, which gushed more with every pulse. Will can feel Mike tapping against his clit, making the situation even worse and soaking the alpha.
Holy shit, he just squirted on Mike. Right in the alpha’s face. Oh my God.
In a sudden moment of clarity, he understood why he was squirting. Squirting was for mates, to impregnate the alpha with the scent of his omega in a way the alpha couldn’t wash off. Now Mike would be bathed in the omega’s scent for days, with nothing able to erase Will’s trail from him.
He’d squirted on his best friend. His best friend, who had a girlfriend.
He felt Mike pull away from his legs and watched him run a hand over his drenched face. Will was mortified. If their friendship hadn’t been the same before, after this Will might as well hammer the last nail into his own coffin and start looking for another place to live.
“Mike, I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He feels tears welling up, his vision blurring with embarrassment. His chest tightens with guilt.
“Omega,” Mike says, his voice gentle as he addresses Will. The omega still refuses to look at Mike. “Omega, look at me.” Will wipes his eyes, and when he manages to focus on the alpha, Mike is licking all the viscous liquid off his fingers, sucking them one by one and then licking his lips, leaving no trace behind. Will feels more fluid dripping from him in the process.
Mike stares at him with his jaw clenched, his eyes having returned to their chocolate brown color. Will opens his mouth to apologize once more, but Mike leans in and seals Will’s lips with his own. Mike kisses him for just a few seconds before licking the omega’s lips and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Will sighs at the sensation of Mike’s tongue against his own, wrapping around and exploring every part. Tasting Mike and his own taste in the alpha makes Will’s omega purr into the kiss.
“My omega,” Mike says as he breaks the kiss, just inches from Will’s face.
The omega purrs even more, hugging Mike and pulling him closer, nestling his head against the alpha’s neck, and this time rubbing his nose against Mike’s scent gland himself.
Mike spreads kisses across Will’s face, kissing the corner of his mouth, the little mole above his lip, and between his eyebrows. Will relaxes so much under Mike’s care that he thinks he might fall asleep, but something snaps him out of that lightheaded feeling.
“What about Kelsey?” He hates to ruin the moment by bringing the beta into the conversation, but Will can’t help but feel bad for her. He had sex with her boyfriend and literally claimed him as his alpha.
“She’s not my girlfriend, she never was,” Mike laughs. “She was just a distraction. I spent a lot of time with her because I was going crazy living with you.”
“Oh?”
“Baby, you have no idea how many times I've popped a boner because of you. Like today, I only left because you decided to wear those tiny shorts.” Mike snaps the waistband of Will’s shorts against his hip, and the omega jumps. “Besides, I think Kelsey will get the message during class tomorrow when I show up, drenched in your scent.”
Will’s cheeks turn pink, and he gives Mike’s chest a light slap, still embarrassed about the squirting.
“Sorry again about that.”
“Are you kidding? It was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. I came in my pants like a teenager.”
“You did?” Will looked at him in disbelief. In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t even remembered that Mike was also very turned on, humping on the mattress.
“How could I not come when an omega claims me like that?” He shrugged. “I guess now I’ll have to make you squirt every time.”