Again, I smacked my lips. "Hater."
"How am I a hater? I'm telling you that you might need to do a little bit more work. Down here, I've seen a lot of really cute relationships fall apart because one side was way too aggressive. You know, like trying to roast a S'mores before you even got the fire going."
When I heard her explanation, I was still feeling catty (no pun, please!), but I also listened to her. She had a point, and I didn't want to lose what little I had with Frederick. Oh, there was so much there, I could feel it in my tail. It would be so tragic if it went nowhere.
There was one small problem I figured I might have, but it wasn't that concerning to me.
Instead, I watched him leave and pull out— oh my god, he was driving a Bugatti. So he was handsome and pure and a Unicorn AND rich. It was like I was watching a dream start. But why wouldn't he be rich if he was living in a mansion?
Actually, from what I heard, that mansion was going for a very low price, about what you'd expect from an average middle-class house in Seattle or Vancouver. Whoever was selling it was trying to get it off their hands more than get a profit, and that was one of the things that made me so curious about why Tommy hated it. I used to tell him— oh, he's driving away! I started thinking about what I was going to seriously wear to our engagement and then decided I'd drop by his home just to see if it was as nice as it looked. Not stalk him or break in or anything— just make sure it was what it was.
Then there was the ten-minute drive. So as I was saying, I used to tell Tommy that the mansion would've been a perfect place to raise Makayla and make a new life, but for whatever reason, he was adamant that no one should move into it while he would stay with Neil in their home above the coffeeshop. I loved the smell of coffee quite a bit, and I especially loved the smell of the pumpkin spice variety that he would make. But I couldn't stand smelling it every waking hour. It would be burned into the walls and then into their noses. He said to me, 'We have an anti-scent barrier in our rooms,' which didn't exactly answer my concerns because the anti-scent charms only worked to mask our personal musks. He was always so jumpy about questions like that, but he was never willing to tell me why. And he wasn't even willing to tell me to stop asking either. It was like he wanted to confront the past but never had the energy once it was time to do so.
The radio immediately came on, and I had set it to some bubblegum pop: Ricky Martin's Livin' La Vida Loca, which wasn't a bad song by any means. It wasn't my cup of tea, even though this station was my favorite.
While the guitar solo was playing, I pulled onto the road with the mansion.
It looked even more impressive than I hoped! There was that castle-like tower by the side, though when I saw it in person, I noticed there was a very bizarre looking outgrowth on one side. It was like some sort of concrete zit, with a window at the end, and it was sloped in such a way that it looked like it would've been impossible for anyone to climb in.
'A neat security measure,' I thought. If you were going to be protecting princesses, why not making it hard to get in there in the first place!
Then there was the main house. And by god, was it gorgeous. The Roman pillars in the front, the alabaster finish, the curves in the bannisters, the giant windows on the ground floor, the Unicorn statues in front of the porch, the fountain in the middle of the horseshoe driveway, and all three stories plus the attic all filled me with a sense of it being almost aristocratic. This was the kind of place you'd see an English aristocrat live in.
'Oh wow, what if Frederick is an aristocrat?' That fantasy died quickly because he was Neil's brother and was from Canada. But that didn't mean he wasn't a pretty fantastic guy in his own right, oh boy.
And look! There he was! I didn't expect to see him, but he was standing in a side-drive way next to several trucks. All of whom were from a moving company. He was standing beside them, watching as two men pulled out a large appliance that I couldn't quite see at first. Then he stepped in and grabbed an even larger one, carrying it over his shoulder.
The gate was open, so I decided to drive in. He and the other men watched me, so I rolled down my window and shouted, "Hey, Frederick! Need any help?"
Frederick
When I saw Stuart pulling into the driveway, I will admit that the first thing I considered was that he was stalking me. I wanted to tell him that it was inappropriate to come to someone else's house like this when he didn't know me well, but I didn't— because that's precisely what I did to him no more than fifteen minutes prior.
"Sorry, guys, I'll get this."
"That's fine. He's your boyfriend?" And a Beta brother of mine, Jay, chuckled as he set down a box. "He's a cute one."
I looked at Stuart walking to me and didn't say anything. It should've been a simple 'no' because like I said: I didn't know him well other than that his name was Stuart, he was a cat, and he was Tommy's friend.
But I was starting to wonder about him more. What did he want from me that I could give him?
We met each other halfway, and he said, "Hi! Hi..." while panting. "I was just wondering if you wanted me to help you move your stuff. I knew you said that you just arrived, but this is really recent."
I rubbed my hair. "You really don't have to. It's not your problem."
As cold as it was, I was still sweating, so I unbuttoned my undershirt and took my blazer and it off, leaving on only my tie. "Didn't you want to meet for coffee later, though?"
He had completely frozen as if finally succumbing to the cold, all the while his eyes were perfectly on level with my pecs.
Finally, he thawed out to say, "My goodness," while brushing his lip. Struggling to return his eyes back to mine, he said, "You know, for an Omega, I'm actually really strong. I was always the tougher one between Tommy and I, and people knew better than to mess with me."
I shrugged. "If that's what you want. I guess I could use an extra hand." I looked at the trucks. "It's not a whole lot. I didn't need to bring everything over, so I decided to give away a lot of my old stuff."
"To who?"
"Ah, I found a thrift shop. I'm sure they were shocked by the donations. But there is one thing I couldn't give up, and not even because I love it that much."
Stuart
The two handlers carried out another box, and this time Frederick himself ran over to help carry it. "Careful, careful..."
I also went over, putting my hands on the underside in some pathetic attempt to look like I was helping.
I didn't hear that much move around inside, but that wasn't what surprised me— it was that whatever was inside that blank cardboard box was not heavy at all! Maybe it was because three other muscular men were lifting it up at the same time, but I thought there wasn't much heft to it. It felt to me like the contents were a bit heavy but not heavy enough to warrant more than two men carrying it.
But I didn't want to be snoopy, so rather I 'helped' to carry it inside.
Once we passed through the portal, I nearly dropped my end when I saw the insides of this heavenly palace.
It was even better than I expected! There were so many aquamarine marble tiles, all with that beautiful looking swirly design, all the while there were white and gold cabinets to complement it. The visual unity was solid, and this was just in a side-kitchen. When we got to the dining room, it was a mahogany wonderland. Gold returned to use, but the mahogany floor and tables were the perfect color for it. There was a chandelier above, sparkling silver and rainbow colors through the crystals, and while I couldn't get a good look at the table, I saw there was an extraordinarily ornate design in the center.
Then we went to an elevator, and this is where I was about ready to drop everything. His mansion had an elevator? Did mansions usually have elevators? I didn't live that sort of life, and I never could've dreamed of it. But if I could have my own elevator, I'd paid just about anything!
Frederick set down his end on the inside and said, "You can go, Stu."
"Can't I come with you? And the other two ca
n get something else?"
He went to say something, but then he paused. "Actually, that's a good idea. Hey, Jay, Eric— you can get the massage chair."
Massage chair??
"You got it." They left, letting me step in on the other side.
He sighed off the weight and said, "You know what this is?"
I clasped my hands in front of my stomach just to be diminutive. "Uhh... no..." I didn't want to touch it if he valued it that much, but I also wanted to see if it was actually that heavy.
He slapped the top right as the doors slid open. "Well, you'll see."
He lifted on end and pulled it out, and he told me to get the other end. It was here that I knew for a fact that it wasn't that heavy after all.
Here we were on the second floor— on a balcony overlooking the first and able to see the third. We moved down a vanilla-lit hallway towards a dark-red door at the very end, and it was inside there that I saw an office room. It was mostly empty, with only a dark mahogany table next to a window.
He set down his end and ripped off the top, revealing a sleek black computer monitor.
"This is the future."
With his pinkie down the slit, he opened the rest of the box just by walking, and so I got to see the entire set-up. There was that aforementioned monitor, which looked like a CRT TV with that thick ass-end. There was also a tower (I think that's what it's called), but it was designed with a bit more convolution, and I saw there was also a strong blue theme to it— a midnight blue with stars, as shown by the tiny white speckles. Other than the shell of it, it looked like any other computer tower. There was also a black mouse and keyboard, though I saw that the keyboard had a little red clit on it. I'd never seen that except on laptops.
Finally, there was all the wires.
He said to me, "This might very well be the most powerful computer in town. 128 gigabytes of storage space. 2 gigabytes of random access memory. 2.1 gigahertz processor power. Capable of displaying 4 million colors." He slapped the tower. "This alone cost $20,000."
"Oh wow... What are you gonna do with it?"
"Games and stuff." Then he grinned and said, "Actually, I use this for my job. I've got two of them. One's a law firm, but the other is basically assisting web companies. I’m officially employed with the Ginseng Company, who hosts websites and whatnot, but I’ve done some work with Steam Beans and Google too."
I tickled my lip in thought at how complex this must've been. "That crazy. What do you do with this, then?"
"Visual design and rendering videos. It takes hours on most other machines, but I can render a 1-minute video in about 5 minutes. And I can get some real impressive internet speeds here. On the scale of 50 megabits per second."
This, I actually did know because Tommy always talked about how fast his university's internet was. "That's real fast!" Plus, my sister had a computer. She loved it and told me that she got a blazing fast internet connection. "How fast is that in comparison to 120 KBS? Or kilo whatsits?"
He had to stifle a laugh back. "Oh, is that what you're used to? Then just wait until you see this. It'll look like light speed. How about this— give me a song."
"A song?" Then I started singing an acapella version of the chorus to Smashing Pumpkins' 1979.
"No!" he laughed. "I mean a song title."
"Well, that one, then."
"That's about 4 minutes long, correct? If you download it on Napster.com, it'll take you about 20 to 25 minutes on your sister's connection, and that's with bad quality. With this connection I've got, I can download it in about one second."
"Wow..." He really knew his stuff, and that alone was so hot to me. Hotter than anything I'd heard all day— but his pecs were the hottest thing I'd seen, and it was going to stay this way.
Behind us, we heard the two men shuffling about, and they set down a huge box.
"Where do you want this, brah?"
"You can leave it there."
They wiped their hands and went on back down.
I ran over to the chair and marveled at it.
He said, "I'm actually going to move it into the computer room."
"Oh, okay!" And then, I decided that I wanted to show off that strength I mentioned earlier and tried lifting it. I'd bring it over to him and impress him myself, you know?
Didn't work out that way.
I dropped it on my toes about an inch away from where I started.
Frederick
Stuart howled, and I ran to him, seeing that the chair box was on his foot. He kept trying to push it off, but it was too heavy for him, so I slipped my fingers under the gap and lifted, allowing him to step back.
Jay and Eric came back and said, "What's the matter?"
I waved them off.
Stuart was pressing at his feet, and nearly stumbled over, so I had to catch him.
And that was it. I felt him in my hands, and he had such a nice weight to him that it was like holding a fluffy cat.
He was half laughing and half crying.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't break your chair."
"No, that's fine. Are you okay?" Holding him, I helped him walk to another room, a place where there was a bed. "Here, just lay down." With tenderness, I set him on top and said, "I told you you don't have to do anything. We can go for coffee later."
He nodded. And then he pulled my tie. Gently at first, and then with more of a tug. "Thank you for that, Freddy."
I looked at the toes of his shoes, blushing. "Are you sure you don't want me to check them out? Just to be sure you didn't break anything?"
He answered that by pulling me all the way down.
Jay and Eric stepped into the room. Jay said, "Hey, Fred, do you want us to—" and then stopped and backed up, slowly closing the door behind him.
Fucking hell, his twinky body was soft.
What surprised me wasn't that he was soft— most Omegas are like fluffy marshmallows— but that he was fierce. He pulled me forward and had me pinned down between his arms and legs, and I thought he was going to try to snap me in half somehow. Then he did something that I thought was the hottest thing I'd seen anyone do in their lives— he took off his pants, showing his bare ass in my face and slapped himself, shaking his fat and spraying a bit of his natural lube on me.
"You want this, horseman?"
By this point, I was drooling in anticipation. He had completely taken me, and I was letting my eyes soak in his body while also rubbing his juices on my abs.
He looked back at me again and said, "I thought I told you to get inside of me." He pulled off my pants before I could take off my belt, and with it came my underwear. He then immediately took my entire cock in his hands and said, "Are you not going to listen?"
"Oh, I'll listen. I've wanted to listen to you this whole time. God, please, make me listen."
And that was what I wanted more than anything in my life, oh my fuck. This was an Omega with some spice.
"Then cock up, fist in, and pound me raw."
Once more, he bent over and showed me his raw ass, ready for penetration. To make sure that I saw, he fiddled with it, getting his hand lubed up as well. "Come on, big boy. I can't do it to myself without it being awkward."
I was feeling the urge start up with such abandon that I thought I'd be unable to control myself if I let it keep going without acting, so I had to do something to relieve the stress building up. What better thing to do than to beg for forgiveness?
"I'm sorry for not listening!"
And slapped my wet face with his juices in his hand.
I went down, biting on his shoulder and making his entire back arch in pleasure.
I pulled him into my arms, getting as much of his jiggling body onto my skin. We'd barely started, and yet we were so sweaty.
He did something else that got me going: when I didn't immediately act because of whatever had taken me to hesitate, he decided to squirm out of my hands and rest my dick between his asscheeks.
"Come on, hornio," he
said, even louder. "If I don't get it ready now, it's not gonna feel good when it's actually time. You might impale me and actually..." He started bobbing his whole body up and down, which spread more of that lube all across my member while also jerking me off in the weirdest and most fantastic way.
His body was slightly red, a side effect of him being in heat. I thought that this was something I could handle, but when I put my hands right on his body, I felt that his body temperature was off the charts— he was probably about 100 degrees, and still getting hotter. IT was a literal heat, and I was getting a bit worried that he might've been sick.
But it wasn't illness that made him so hot.
By this point, we had been going at it for at least two minutes, and yet I still had not even attempted to do anything resembling penetration. I'd need to get my fingers into his ass somehow if I wanted to get the entire thing in there, but I was so shocked by the sudden release of this pleasure that my hesitation remained.
'Why? Why can't I act? What's stopping me?'
Finally, I forced my hand up— fingers forward— and slipped it inside of him. He moaned loudly and with great exaggeration, and it was getting me even harder than I already was. I knew that this alone wasn't going to be anywhere near enough to really get him off, so this couldn't be real, could it?
When I slipped more of my finger in him, feeling all of that lube helping it in, I knew that something was a bit odd about his insides. They really were hot! And not just hot, but warm. It was an indescribable warmness, except I could describe it: this was the warmth you felt from your soulmate, someone who was hot for you, literally, for whom you could melt into.
The door opened again, and Eric said, "Hey, are you finished in there?"
I looked over to them, grinning.
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