“I’m Micah-”
“No, no, the other part. Jackson’s mate?”
“Yeah,” Micah breathed.
“What the fuck?” The alpha said, completely stumped. He stuttered over a few responses before saying blankly, “Jackson’s not mated.”
“It’s - well it’s… a strange situation,” Micah admitted. “But yeah, he is.”
The alpha didn’t speak immediately. He scratched the back of his head, obviously running through scenarios that would lead to an omega being here, claiming a bond. God, this was going to be awkward. Micah could already feel his skin itching with discomfort. The alpha’s scent was permeating the air, flowing in from the draft of the hallway, and some primitive emotion crawled up Micah’s spine. He was losing the scent of his and Jackson’s nest to another alpha. For some reason, the thought didn’t sit to well with him. Subconsciously, the omega turned around and began to gather the blankets on the bed so that he could fold them and stack them up neatly, just to give himself something to do other than stand stiff like an idiot.
“I’m Todd, by the way,” the alpha said suddenly.
“It’s good to meet you, Todd.”
The alpha bent to pick up the handle of his suitcase, and then he cautiously walked across the room. It seemed to take him forever to get from one side to the next, and when he passed the television, he snorted at the old cartoon that Jackson had put on before he’d stepped out. The show was childish, but Micah had been enjoying himself, bundled up and watching the colors flick and dance across the screen. Now he felt a bit silly. He wished he’d have turned it off.
“Sorry if this is kind of awkward. Jackson didn’t mention he’d found a mate, so I wasn’t expecting anybody to be here when I got back.”
“It’s not a big deal. I wasn’t expecting to meet you either. We just lost track of the days. We should’ve set an alarm or something.”
Todd hummed and then hoisted his suitcase up onto his mattress, groaning obnoxiously in the process. Then he asked, “You look really familiar, though. So maybe I have seen you before.”
“You’ve probably seen me around campus.”
“I don’t really hang out around main campus too often. I definitely don’t hang out around the omega buildings.”
Omega buildings. Micah licked his lips and then turned around, hands still working through folding the blanket between his fingers. Very coolly, he said, “Neither do I. Last semester, my classes were shifted to independent study, but I was in a few of Dr. Jemma’s courses.”
It took a moment. The information sat loudly in the air until Todd opened his mouth wide and said, “Ah. You’re that omega. The one in the alpha-only classes.”
“That would be me.”
“That’s badass. I remember reading about you. That spread in the newspaper,” Todd scoffed. “So how’d the course go, then? Smooth as butter? No hiccoughs? Good proof that the school should get rid of the split classes?”
Micah blanched and paused his folding. What could he say? Either he was dishonest and said that the trial and error went off without a hitch, or he told the truth and risked criticism from an alpha he’d only met minutes ago. The last few weeks had lulled him into a false sense of security and made him forget that his failure was… well, it was somewhat public. People were bound to be talking about it. Now that the quiet bliss of vacation was over, it seemed that the problem was already barreling back toward him sevenfold. Instead of responding properly to the question, Micah stacked the final blanket onto the pile he’d made and asked, “What do you think about them? The alpha-only classes.”
“Honestly?” Todd laughed and then shrugged. “I don’t know. They’ve been working so far, but it looks like our omegas are getting restless. They’re sick of the domestic shit, so it’s probably time to switch it up.”
Micah wasn’t sure what to make of that. He nodded his head slowly and then climbed back up onto Jackson’s bed, using the stack of blankets as a pillow. The episode of whatever cartoon he was watching was winding down, the title character saying something goofy to the camera, and Micah wiggled into himself, feeling a bit silly for having folded up all of the blankets when the room still had that mid-winter chill from the uncovered windows. He dealt with it, staring at the screen in silence until the dorm door creaked open and Jackson stumbled back in.
Todd, who had settled into his own bed and kicked his legs comfortably up over the edge of his suitcase, craned his neck so that he could see the door better.
“Well if it isn’t my stupid fucking roommate, who can’t send a single god damn message,” Todd said playfully.
Jackson choked, eyes going comically wide. He kicked the door closed with his heel and walked his way towards Todd’s side of the room, hand already extended so that he could do whatever asinine hand trick alphas always did when they met up with each other. The spike in his scent was pungent - he was happy. “Fuck, dude. Is it already the weekend? God, I’m sorry. I should’ve been paying attention.”
“I walk into the room and get smacked around by the stench of sweaty balls and post-heat omega. You think a simple apology’s gonna work for me? No. Dude, you owe me a whole ass dinner.”
Jackson smiled.
“So I see you’ve met Micah.”
“Yeah,” Todd huffed. “Surprised I haven’t met him before now.”
The implication was there. Micah could hear it in the soft lines of Todd’s questioning. I haven’t met him before now was as good as asking outright, what the fuck happened? Honestly, Micah had considered just once how it might look for Jackson to come out of his winter vacation with a new mate. There was zero way for him to hide it, and with the chatter on campus spreading like wildfire, it would only be so long before people put two and two together. Micah had a bite to hide, but Jackson was certainly just as shackled by their relationship as he was. Even without the scar, the man would be chased by the shadow of his Intractable Mating.
Jackson looked over his shoulder, eyes catching Micah’s gaze curiously.
Was he asking permission to speak? Micah just looked back at the television, saying nothing.
“Well, we uh… we certainly had an interesting break.”
“Must be it,” Todd grunted as he rolled out of his bed. He gripped Jackson’s shoulder and said, “And I’d love to hear all about it, but you can fill me in after I’ve stuffed my face. I haven’t eaten all day. You gonna come down and grab a bite with me?”
“You go ahead,” Jackson said, nodding his head over his shoulder to his bed. “I gotta chat with Micah for a minute.”
“Right. Chat.”
“I can set a neutralizer,” Jackson said as an aside. “For the smell. I should have done it earlier, but I really forgot what day it was.”
“It’s okay,” Todd laughed, already moving for the exit. “Thinking with the wrong head. Sounds just like an alpha with a new mate. It happens. Just… clear it up before I get back and we should be good.”
Todd walked for the exit, and Jackson didn’t so much as flinch until the lock was clicking into place. Then he looked wildly over his shoulder, eyes wide and smile wider. Micah made a little noise of confusion and Jackson was in motion, crossing the room in a few wide steps and slipping up onto the bed with him, the massive bulk of his body seeming so much larger now that it was nestling between Micah’s thighs and blocking his view of the rest of the room. The alpha gripped Micah’s legs, one palm spread wide over the warmth of either thigh. Jackson bent over properly to bury his nose against the omega’s jaw, nudging him fondly.
“Well that went well.”
“God, I feel like an idiot,” Micah huffed. “That couldn’t have gone any worse.”
“Eh, it wasn’t that bad. He liked you.”
Micah wasn’t sure how Jackson knew that. Perhaps it was an alpha thing. All Micah had sensed was the tense confusion of two strangers meeting for the first time. The omega licked his lips and tilted his head to the side subconsciously, giving Jackson the contact he wanted. “
I feel like I’ve been here forever. Honestly, I think it’s time to go back to my room.”
“But I don’t want you to go,” Jackson complained. He trailed his nose along Micah’s jaw so tenderly, following it all the way up to his ear and then playfully blowing a puff of air against the lobe. It was such a silly thing to do, but a shiver ran along Micah’s entire body, and if Jackson’s laughter was any indication, Jackson had felt it too. When the alpha began to nibble on the his ear, tongue occasionally dancing out to wet the lobe before he pulled it back between his teeth, Micah whined.
“At this rate, someone might think you wanna fuck me again,” Micah asked.
“News flash,” Jackson said lowly, “I’m always gonna wanna fuck you.”
Micah flushed hot, legs spreading a bit more. He said, “I don’t think we have time.”
“No?” Jackson rolled his hips and Micah could feel the stiffening line of the alpha’s cock through his thin sweatpants. It felt so good when it was hard - so thick and so warm, and Micah’s eyes fluttered closed as he imagined what it was like behind those pants. These past two weeks, he’d become familiar with the weight of it between his lips, the slip of it as it pressed up against his hole and forced it’s way in, the warmth of it when he was pumping it leisurely in his fist. Maybe Jackson was onto something. At this rate, Micah was always gonna wanna fuck him, too. “Don’t think I’d make time to fuck my omega like he deserves? Bend you over the desk and stuff you full of my cock?”
“Jackson…”
“Force you to take it until you can’t even remember where you are.”
“Mmm.”
“I didn’t know omegas were really so hot for it all the time,” Jackson continued. He sat up and grasped Micah’s thighs, raising them to his waist so that the omega could grip him with them. “Remember how you were last night? How you rode my cock until you were crying, till your legs were shaking so hard you couldn’t stay on? Remember how I turned you over and let you have it. God, you were so damn pretty when you came, sniffing and whining like you did.”
Micah whined and reached between his legs. Jackson had lined his cock up, was rubbing the underside of Micah’s balls every time he thrust forward. Micah had enough space to run his fingers along the fabric of his loose pants, feeling his own hardness. The cotton rubbed against his cockhead, a lack of boxers meaning that he was only one thin sheet of fabric away from exposing himself. He was so stiff that it felt like he was already on edge, and though that probably had a lot to do with how horny he’d been these days, it was still a shock. Just hearing Jackson’s voice was like being pumped full of an aphrodisiac. As his fingers ran the length of his cock, he noticed they were already starting to shake.
“So what do we do, hmm?” Jackson crowed. He bent again and kissed Micah’s warm lips, letting them catch once, twice, three times before breathing out against them, “A shame that my roommates back in town. Looks like we’re gonna have to be quick about it.”
“He’s gonna come back?”
“I hope so,” Jackson growled, Sitting up again and clutching at Micah’s thighs properly this time. “I hope he sees what you look like with my dick rubbing your balls like this. I wonder what he’ll do when he hears you moaning like you haven’t been stuffed in weeks.”
The alpha began to thrust forward evenly, and Micah made an indecent noise. The sound spilled from his throat and it was shockingly clear. The line of his cock was riding the crease of his balls, occasionally hooking and sliding back into the divot of Micah’s pants, teasing him. Micah hadn’t been humped like this… ever. Either he’d been fucked properly or he’d been left well alone, and there was no in between like this, where an alpha had teased him and made him moan for it.
Jackson moved as if they were really fucking, winding his hips back and forth, rocking up against Micah’s ass, and his balls and his cock. It was so easy to imagine them without clothes, what it would look like if they were shameless enough to strip their pants off and just go for it. They probably wouldn’t last long. It’d take only a minute or two for Jackson to get desperate, and then another minute or two for Jackson to push into him and fuck him properly. The clothes were like a gate. A lock and a key. A barrier that neither of them were bold enough to remove.
The bed groaned as it rocked back and forth. The low sound of student chatter was leaking into the room, muffled by the wooden door but still loud enough for Micah to wonder how he’d missed it. The school suddenly sounded alive. Where it had been desolate before, it was now vibrating with energy, and Micah turned his head into the blankets and bit his lip hard. He didn’t want anyone to hear him like this.
“Oh, baby,” Jackson groused. “Oh, fuck, you look so good like this, I can’t-”
“I wish you could fuck me,” Micah panted. He took his free hand and guided it to his shirt, raising it at the hem so that he could lift it to his collar bones. As soon as his nipples were exposed, he ran his palm over them. “I wish you were inside of me.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck,” Micah groaned, squeezing his lips shut again and letting Jackson guide him slowly to his orgasm.
“God, you have no idea,” Jackson murmured, one hand slipping from Micah’s thigh to the bulge beneath the man’s pants. The alpha made a show of fitting his hand to the curve of Micah’s dick, rubbing it evenly and letting the texture of the fabric wind him up. “No idea how crazy I feel around you.”
He understood, perhaps even more so than the alpha between his legs. Since the bite, Micah had felt emboldened, delicate, and completely out of control, all at once. His emotions weren’t stable in the slightest. Just a few light touches and Jackson’s deep voice, and suddenly, Micah could easily find himself on the precipice of a nervous breakdown.
“Show me.”
“Mmm?”
“Show me how crazy I make you feel,” Micah begged. He touched the back of Jackson’s hand, felt it move against his cock, and he choked, “I wanna know. God, I wanna see it.”
Jackson growled, a heated, dangerous sound rumbling from between his gorgeous lips. What happened next was a confusing flurry of movement, with Jackson manhandling Micah until the omega was no longer on his back, but on his hands and knees. In the position, Micah had no choice but to arch his back, give in to whatever primitive urge was begging him to present himself, and it drove Jackson crazy. The rumbling was coming from his gut, and it was arousing in a way that Micah couldn’t understand. Jackson’s hands found the elastic waistband of Micah’s pants, and he ripped them down so roughly that it almost knocked Micah over.
Micah grunted, spreading his legs just a bit more. The pants stretched around his thighs.
“Are you g-gonna fuck me, Jackson?”
“No,” Jackson shot back, bending over Micah’s back and gripping a handful of hair so that he could yank the omega’s head back. When he spoke next, it was right in Micah’s ear. “'cos if I start fucking you right now, I don’t think I’d ever stop. I think I’d bury myself in you and fuck you unconscious, and then I’d keep going, keep using your hole until it was sloppy, wet with my come-”
“Do it,” Micah keened, pressing his ass back and rubbing it against Jackson’s crotch. “I want it.”
“Shhh, I know you do. I’m not sure I can trust you to be quiet.”
When Jackson released his hair, Micah fell forward onto his forearms and gasped, so turned on he was leaking slick. Jackson straightened up and immediately went for his cheeks, spreading them and then kneading them with his long fingers, just warming them up. Once or twice, the alpha dipped his fingers between the cheeks, just pressing the tip of his finger to Micah’s hole, and Micah could feel it clenching, puckering in anticipation. But in the end, it wasn’t his fingers that slipped inside of the omega. There was very little time between Jackson admiring Micah’s ass, and him nosing his way confidently between the man’s legs.
“I’m gonna eat you out,” Jackson warned, a second before he put his mouth to Micah’s ass and kissed it
. He dug his nose into the warm crevice and then he licked out, dragging his tongue upward and over the sensitive area. Micah howled, burying his face into the crook of his arm a second too late. The sound echoed in the small room.
Jackson squeezed Micah’s cheeks in warning.
“Sorry, shit, I’m so sorry,” Micah panted. “Please. I can’t - I can’t be quiet.”
“You have to be,” Jackson spoke, right up against his hole. The alpha’s voice vibrated against him and Micah’s legs quivered.
“Don’t, fuck, we shouldn’t…”
The students outside could smell him. In all likelihood, they were listening from the neighboring room with their ears pressed up against the cheap panels. Micah was a horny omega, a few weeks off his heat. The scent was fizzling out, but what pheromones remained from it were hiked to insanity at the moment, with Jackson behind him sucking and licking on him, getting him all wet and sloppy.
The second the alpha’s tongue pushed in, just the smallest bit, Micah lost it.
He bit his forearm so hard he could taste copper, and heard the creaking of the fabric around his thighs as it strained against his movements. He pushed back, forcing the alpha’s tongue a bit deeper inside, and then he began to rock himself properly on the man’s face. Saliva and slick was starting to mingle, dribbling down his crack and over his balls. He’d never felt something so erotic in his entire life.
“Your tongue, fuck, your tongue, Jackson,” Micah muttered mindlessly.
Balancing on one arm, the omega spat in his palm and desperately reached between his legs to grab his cock. He only needed to pump it a handful of times, gripping it a bit more tightly as he fucked his fist and forcing himself into his orgasm. It was too strong. He felt that weightlessness for just a second, whining out ‘shit, I’m gonna come’ and then he bent like a bow, eyes rolling back and fingers going stiff, and he came all over this sheets, his entire body shaking with tremors. Jackson didn’t stop, not until Micah was hissing and squeezing his legs together to avoid the sensitivity.
“I could eat you out all day,” Jackson sighed.
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