Omega Teacher’s Secret

by Anna Wineheart

  She hit a button, and rainbow lights lit up all over the thing, changing colors when she pushed the truck around.

  “That’s really cool,” Brad said, impressed.

  “That’s what we went to the store for,” Ian said, smiling wryly. “Batteries. I didn’t know you’re a firefighter. I thought you just played the violin.”

  “I play the violin on the side. But yeah, I’m working full-time at the station.” Brad looked pointedly at Ian. “Are you gonna open your present, or not?”

  Ian laughed softly. “I wanted to savor it.”

  He pulled apart the wrapping paper carefully, like he wanted to reuse it later. Made sense. But it made Brad want to give him more, so he didn’t have to scrimp like he was.

  Ian blinked when he opened the box beneath the wrapping. He stared at the kid gloves, his eyes growing wide.

  “If they’re the wrong size, I can get them exchanged for something that fits,” Brad said, feeling awkward. “I kinda estimated your size. Sorry.”

  “It’s… it’s too much,” Ian said, stroking his finger down the leather. “I can’t possibly accept this.”

  Brad shrugged. “It’s not like I have an omega, you know. Take it.”

  Red crept up Ian’s cheeks. He set down the wrapping materials, then slipped his hands into the brown gloves. The leather pulled snug over his palms, and Brad realized that he’d been lucky, picking out a pair that fit.

  “Gods, Brad,” Ian whispered, staring at the gloves in awe. “I just—I can’t—”

  Brad leaned in, thinking about kissing him, tasting Ian’s surprise on his lips.

  “What’d you get?” Gwen asked, craning her neck.

  “Gloves,” Ian said, still awestruck.

  “Oh.” Gwen frowned. She turned back to her fire truck, placing it on top of her rainbow truck. “I like mine better. Look, Daddy, it’s piggybacking!”

  Ian looked, smiling. “What do you say to Brad?”

  “Thank you,” Gwen said, beaming.

  “You’re welcome,” Brad said. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas!” Gwen bounced.

  “Now, it’s getting late, so go brush your teeth and get ready for bed,” Ian said. “I’ll be there soon.”

  Gwen huffed, disgruntled. “Can I bring my trucks with me?”

  “Sure.”

  Cheering, Gwen pushed her truck across the living room, into the bedroom. Then the door shut, and Ian sagged.

  “She’s a bright kid,” Brad murmured, touching Ian’s waist.

  Ian leaned into him. “She is. I’m glad I kept her.”

  “Just like you’re keeping this next one?” Brad asked. He touched Ian’s belly, feeling him shiver.

  “Yeah,” Ian breathed. “We shouldn’t—”

  “There’s no one here,” Brad whispered. He paused for a moment to look into Ian’s eyes, the deep blue of them, and the desire that lay within.

  The blinds had been shut, and the only sounds came from the bedroom, where Gwen puttered around.

  “Brad, I—”

  Brad leaned in, meshing their mouths together. Ian moaned. “Merry Christmas,” Brad murmured against his lips, reaching down. He found Ian’s half-hard cock through his pants, squeezing it. Ian hissed; his hips rocked forward. Brad kissed him again. “I promised to show you some duck prep.”

  “I’m the one owing you,” Ian gasped, reaching for Brad’s cock.

  Brad caught his hand. “If you want to owe me anything, then give me some answers.”

  Ian hesitated.

  Brad leaned away, slipping his fingers into Ian’s wispy hair. Then he touched Ian’s belly. “The baby—is it mine?”

  Ian bit his lip. “It shouldn’t matter to you.”

  “I told you, I wanted to know if another alpha has a claim on you.” Brad kissed Ian’s cheek. “So I can have you.”

  Ian looked doubtful. “Even if I’m pregnant? And have a daughter?”

  Brad paused. Ian turned away, his eyes downcast. Brad caught his arm. “Ian. Tell me. Who else did you spend your heat with?”

  “What if I said it’s someone else’s?” Ian asked.

  Jealousy snarled through Brad’s chest. He bared his teeth. “That’s the truth?”

  Ian hesitated again, and Brad had the sneaking feeling that maybe Ian was lying, like how he’d tried to cover up those scars on his hips.

  “You lie a lot,” Brad murmured, watching his professor.

  “And you shouldn’t care.”

  “I do.”

  “Why?” Ian looked up, his eyes burning. “I don’t have anything to offer you, Brad. Everything I have, a younger omega has, too. You don’t need to be tied down to a child, or people in debt, or—”

  “Not true.” Brad pressed their foreheads together, breathing in rose and honey. “I want to be there for you.”

  “Why—”

  “Because you aren’t like the other omegas, okay?” Brad growled. “Because no one takes me seriously when I say there’s kids I lost on the job. I tried dating. I tried talking to those people, and they—they don’t understand what it’s like to see the bones of the people you failed.”

  Brad felt raw, after that. Like he’d exposed bits of himself to Ian, and Ian could stab him where he hurt most.

  Ian sucked in a sharp breath.

  And now Brad’s shame burned from inside him, and he half-regretted telling Ian all that.

  Ian reached up, touching Brad’s face. “Does that weigh on you?”

  Brad swallowed. “Yeah.” He looked away. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just… said it so you’d understand. I’m not looking for someone younger.”

  With those deaths… he felt like he was someone flawed. And maybe he saw the same in Ian. Felt that Ian, vulnerable as he was, would understand Brad, too.

  Ian stared solemnly at Brad, cradling his face. “I’m sorry that’s happened to you,” he whispered. “You shouldn’t have to see that.”

  “Not like I can go back to change it,” Brad said.

  Ian dipped his chin, acknowledging it. And maybe this was something Brad had been looking for—someone who had seen things, and who wouldn’t brush off his past.

  “What do I do to help?” Ian asked.

  Brad huffed. “Ever the teacher, aren’t you? You give so much of yourself to everyone else, but you don’t take care of you.”

  He pressed his palm to Ian’s chest, felt the thump of his heart. Ian looked away, his cheeks dark. “I do sleep enough and all that.”

  “But there’s this, too,” Brad said. Touched Ian’s thigh, where he’d seen the scars. Ian leaned away.

  “I’m not… not comfortable with you seeing those,” he said.

  “Why? Because you think I’ll judge you?”

  Ian rolled his shoulders. “Some people say I’m not fit to be a dad if I hurt myself.”

  That had occurred to Brad, too. But Gwen seemed happy with Ian, she seemed entirely at ease. If Ian hurt himself… at least it didn’t extend to Gwen, too.

  “You don’t hurt her,” Brad said.

  Ian’s eyes flashed. “Of course I don’t. She doesn’t know about this.”

  It made sense that he’d keep it a secret. Brad caught Ian’s chin, tipping his face up so their eyes met. “What other secrets are you keeping from me?”

  “Too many.” Ian chuckled, hugging himself. He was still wearing those kid gloves, but it felt like he was trying to hide everything from Brad.

  So Brad caught Ian’s wrist, pulling off one glove, then the other. He touched the bare skin of Ian’s hands, raised them to his own lips, pressing a kiss to his palms.

  “What’re you doing?” Ian whispered.

  “Prepping your duck.” Brad smirked. He took Ian’s thumb into his mouth and sucked on it, soft and slow.

  Ian’s mouth fell open. His chest heaved, and Brad swirled his tongue around Ian’s thumb, then let it slip out of his mouth. He licked between Ian’s thumb and index finger, then up to his fingert
ip, and sucked that into his mouth.

  Ian’s breath rushed out of him. “Brad—”

  Brad hollowed his cheeks. Dragged his lips along Ian’s finger, letting his teeth graze Ian’s skin. Musk coiled from Ian; no doubt he imagined Brad’s mouth lower, on his cock.

  “Want more?” Brad whispered, his breath puffing onto Ian’s hand.

  Ian gulped. Glanced at the bedroom door. “Turn out the lights. At least, if you’re staying for a while.”

  Brad mouthed along Ian’s ring finger. He took that past his lips, and slid his tongue all around it. “I can have you tonight?”

  Ian groaned. “Anything you want. I didn’t get you a gift, so…”

  Brad smiled, hungry. “If I’m taking what I want, you’re gonna scream.”

  Ian’s teeth sank into his lip. “I need to stay quiet.”

  “Then you’re gonna have to try hard,” Brad whispered, cupping Ian’s balls through his pants. He stroked them, squeezed the delicate sac. Ian opened his legs, his mouth falling open.

  He was so responsive, so hungry, that it was difficult to believe Brad hadn’t returned to him earlier.

  Except Ian was his now, his for tonight, and Brad wanted to taste every inch of him.

  7

  Brad

  Brad shoved Ian against the wall, bolted the front door. Locked it to be sure, and then shut off the lights.

  In the inky darkness of the living room, all he felt was Ian’s straining body against his, his racing heart beneath Brad’s palm, his cock a hard line through his pants.

  “Brad—”

  “Tell me where you want me,” Brad whispered. He squeezed Ian’s cock, and Ian bucked at him, his breathing uneven.

  “Everywhere.”

  So Brad leaned in and kissed him hard. Slid into Ian’s mouth, tasting dinner and apple juice. Breathed in musk, honey, and rose. Ian smelled like omega, like his.

  “Just for tonight, you’re mine,” Brad whispered.

  He dragged his wrist down Ian’s jaw, leaving a trace of walnut on his skin. Then he brushed his wrist down Ian’s throat, across his shoulders, down his arms. Tugged Ian’s shirt out of his pants, flattening his palms across Ian’s belly. There was a bump there from him bearing Gwen, but Brad didn’t mind.

  Ian was his. More so when Brad dragged his wrists up Ian’s back, down his hips. He slid his thumbs into Ian’s waistband, shoved his pants down so Ian gasped. Then Ian’s waistband lodged against his cock, trapped.

  Brad grabbed its thick length through the material, squeezing hard enough that Ian cried out, his voice muffled against Brad’s lips.

  Brad slid into his mouth. Out, then in again, in a way that made Ian groan. Ian’s breath rasped hot on Brad’s cheek; his nails dug into Brad’s hips, and he was yanking Brad’s shirt up, splaying his warm hands across Brad’s abs, caressing them like he couldn’t get enough.

  Brad caught Ian’s hand. Pushed it down between his legs, like the last time. “Remember this?”

  Ian tightened his fingers around Brad’s cock. “Fuck.”

  Brad would fuck him, all right. “Where do you want it?”

  Ian huffed a breathless laugh. “You have to ask?”

  “Tell me.”

  A soft whine slipped from Ian’s lips. He reached further down, his fingers hot around Brad’s sac. Then he squeezed them through Brad’s pants, and pleasure raced up Brad’s spine.

  “Fuck,” Brad hissed.

  Ian purred. He released Brad, pushing his fingers past Brad’s waistband until it was far too tight in Brad’s pants. Brad’s cock jerked.

  It felt exquisite, Ian’s touch on him. Brad held Ian’s hand through his pants, grinding up against his palm. Ian gasped.

  “Where do you want me to fuck you?” Brad whispered.

  Ian groaned, his fingers sliding hungrily down Brad’s cock. “My ass.”

  Brad grew harder, just from Ian’s sheer need.

  A noise came from the bedroom, the faint sound of a closet door closing. Brad paused.

  He wasn’t sure what it would look like, if Ian’s daughter stepped out of the bedroom. Probably awkward, finding her dad’s hand down some guy’s pants. Worse, Brad sucking off her dad. Brad fucking Ian senseless.

  “C’mon, let’s move over here,” Brad murmured, hitching Ian up against himself.

  Ian yelped. It was an awkward position, his hand still stuck down Brad’s pants, his ass firm against Brad’s palms. Brad gave him a squeeze. Fumbled around, moving slowly through the living room, avoiding where he remembered the couch to be.

  Then he set Ian against the wall on the far side of the couch, and reached for Ian’s belt. Yanked it open so Ian moaned, his musk filling Brad’s nose.

  Gods, he’d never tasted Ian’s cock before. He’d dreamed about it, jerked off to it for years.

  Brad kissed Ian on the lips, deep, nudging his mouth open so he could claim every bit of his omega. Then he unbuttoned Ian’s shirt, pushed it so it hung off his shoulders, and kissed down Ian’s throat, licking his delicate collarbones.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Ian breathed, pulling hard on Brad’s hair when Brad took his nipple into his mouth. “Brad—”

  “Like it?” Brad bit lightly on his nipple. Licked it, sucked on it so it pebbled against his tongue. He did this for both Ian’s nipples, until Ian writhed, his hips rolling.

  Twice they’d done this, and Ian wasn’t any less hungry than before.

  Brad kissed back up to his mouth, unzipping Ian’s fly. Ian’s cock pushed against his briefs, jerking when Brad ran his fingers down its length.

  “Seems like you’re starving every time I kiss you,” Brad whispered, squeezing Ian’s tip.

  Ian moaned into his mouth. He dragged his nails down Brad’s arms, tugging Brad closer by the hips. “Maybe I am.”

  “I don’t want you to starve.”

  Brad rubbed the damp patch of fabric at Ian’s tip. Slipped his fingers past Ian’s waistband, finding the thick, hungry length of his cock. It was silky against his fingertips, fine veins crossing his skin, and Brad wanted to taste it, wanted to learn every inch of Ian’s body with his tongue.

  Ian whimpered, shoving his cock against Brad’s fingers.

  Fuck, he was hot when he was desperate like this.

  Brad growled, pinning Ian to the wall. He kissed Ian again, swallowed his breath. Then he licked down Ian’s chest, bit lightly on his nipples, and kissed down Ian’s belly, where there was a baby growing.

  Brad wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with that baby. But if it were his own… He pressed a kiss to Ian’s belly, then nuzzled further south.

  Ian sucked in a sharp breath when Brad paused at his briefs, nuzzling his cock through the thin cotton. It smelled musky. Brad swallowed. Wanted to taste him. Didn’t know where to begin.

  He licked Ian’s cock through the briefs, pressing his nose against it. Savored the sheer desire in Ian’s body, the way he shivered, his soft gasps filling Brad’s ears.

  “Want something?” Brad whispered.

  Ian whined, curling his fingers into Brad’s hair. Then he rubbed his cock against Brad’s face, and Brad groaned.

  He yanked down Ian’s briefs and pants so his cock slipped out, dragging heavily down Brad’s cheek.

  Yeah, that was lewd. But it was nothing compared to the way Brad gripped Ian’s hips firmly, and found Ian’s base with his mouth. It smelled like rose, and musk. Brad kissed up the ridged underside of it, trapping it against Ian’s belly. Then he blew a puff of hot air on Ian’s tip, so Ian groaned.

  “Brad—”

  Brad curled his fingers around Ian’s cock, stroking up to his tip. Then he touched the soft opening of Ian’s foreskin, and past that, his slippery tip, drenched with precome.

  “So damn ravenous,” Brad growled. He pushed his finger under Ian’s foreskin, so it wrapped snug around his finger, trapping it against Ian’s sensitive head. Then he rubbed around it, knowing Ian felt every scrape of his callused sk
in.

  “Don’t—don’t tease,” Ian gasped, his precome smearing across Brad’s finger.

  “This is teasing?” Brad asked. He caught Ian’s foreskin, sliding it down his cock, remembering the way it had looked on the projector screen last week. Sensitive, and desperate.

  So Brad pulled Ian’s foreskin back up, then closed his mouth around Ian’s tip, finding the soft opening of his skin with his tongue. He pushed under Ian’s skin, licking all around his tip, tasting salt and musk.

  Ian jerked, his breathing ragged. Brad pushed his tongue deep behind Ian’s foreskin, then withdrew. Then pushed it back in again, and out, slowly fucking Ian’s cock with his tongue.

  Ian growled, leaking into his mouth. His cock grew thicker, and when Brad reached between his legs, he found Ian’s balls pulled up tight, his thighs trembling.

  Brad stroked Ian’s balls, squeezing them so Ian choked on his moan.

  “More?” Brad whispered.

  “Yeah,” Ian gasped.

  Brad kissed Ian’s tip, smearing Ian’s precome across his own lips. Then he took Ian’s entire cock into his mouth, and Ian’s hips snapped forward, his cock hitting the back of Brad’s throat.

  Brad pinned him to the wall, bobbing his head on Ian’s cock. Ian was thick, heavy, and he tasted delicious. Brad groaned, sucking him down. Anchored Ian to the wall so Ian couldn’t writhe too much.

  Instead, Ian parted his legs, his spine arching, his cock growing thicker, until he was trembling, the sensations too much to bear.

  Brad pulled away, missing the weight of Ian’s cock on his tongue. “Gonna come?”

  Ian whined. “In your mouth? But that’s…”

  His words trailed off. Brad couldn’t see his expression in the shadows, but he could imagine Ian’s embarrassment, the way he had been with showing his cock on the screen.

  “I want to taste you,” Brad growled, sliding his fingertips down Ian’s length. “Didn’t get to the last couple times.”

  “You really want to?” Ian asked, hesitant.

  “Yeah.”

  Brad closed his mouth around Ian’s cock, sucking hard. Ian hissed, and Brad shoved Ian’s pants to his knees. Brushed his wrists up Ian’s thighs, his hips, marking every bit of him with walnut.