by Dex Bass
“No. You’re twenty-nine years old. Not nine years old.”
“Well. So what do you suggest, genius right-hand-man Ollie?”
“I can sacrifice for you.” Ollie exhaled deeply.
“How, Ollie? How?”
“We can tell the hospital that we’re mated to each other. That yes, you’re an alpha, but I’m your omega, you’re mated with me for all eternity, and that’s it.” Ollie spoke with the weariness of a man letting out something unpleasant, something he himself didn’t want to say, but was necessary.
“You’d do that for me?” Adam looked wide-eyed at Ollie. He tried not to stand too close to him or let Ollie look in his eyes too closely. It was too easy to arouse Ollie’s omega lust, and it was attention Adam didn’t want.
“Of course I’d do that for you.” Ollie ran his hand through his hair. His lips were thick and full dark red. He looked shy and even embarrassed about what he’d just offered Adam.
Ollie was a good assistant, a good acquaintance at work, but not someone Adam would consider a very close friend. That and Adam always felt Ollie’s sexual attraction to him, attraction that Adam didn’t return. Ollie was nice enough, but his chubby cheeks, curly black hair, and stocky body just didn’t do anything for Adam.
“But you know, Ollie, I’m really not into you sexually. I mean just so we make it clear. A fake relationship between us would be strictly a fake relationship. Just to be clear.”
“I’ll take what I can get.” Ollie shrugged and looked at Adam plaintively again with his deep dark eyes.
“I — what else can I say — I appreciate it. I really appreciate it, Ollie.” Adam took a step backward to make sure he wasn’t arousing Ollie too much.
Adam used to think he didn’t know what his type was. He met omegas every day at work, and occasionally outside of work, but none of them really excited him. But now he knew: Oscar was his type. Exactly. Maybe Oscar wasn’t even his type. Maybe Oscar was just his fated mate. A type was a category, a class, of more than one person. But Adam wanted only Oscar. Oscar, whom he couldn’t pursue, for a litany of reasons. Oscar was his patient. Unmated alphas were not allowed in the hospital. Oscar was a news reporter. And so on. Unpursuable. But Oscar, unlike Ollie, was definitely Adam’s type.
Until that conversation with Ollie, Adam didn’t know that Ollie knew Adam was an alpha. Adam assumed Ollie was clueless about it.
At work at MPreg Hospital, Adam always claimed to be a heterosexual beta. Adam assumed Ollie believed that story. Adam assumed everybody believed that story.
Adam chalked up Ollie’s obvious stares at him to Ollie’s omega instinct being drawn to an omega, even if Ollie himself didn’t know that Adam was an alpha. But Ollie knew it all along. The entire hospital knew all along.
Now Adam would just have to fake a relationship with Ollie. He’d have to convince the entire hospital that he wasn’t a horny unmated alpha on the prowl for the right omega. He’d have to pretend that he’d already found his omega in Ollie, and that he and Ollie had been carrying on a relationship, or some such thing.
Mated alpha employees weren’t strictly against the rules at MPreg Hospital, even if they were strongly discouraged, especially where they might be entrusted with omegas. Even employee relationships weren’t strictly against the rules at MPreg Hospital. But unmated alphas were definitely, definitely against the rules.
“So, Ollie, you realize — you’re going to have to tell everybody that you’re not available? Because you’re mated with me? Even though we won’t actually be mated?”
“It’s fine.” Ollie waved his hand. “I don’t have my eyes on anyone at work anyway. I mean not anyone except—”
“Alright.” Adam interrupted Ollie’s thought before Ollie could say anything that would make the situation any more uncomfortable than it already was.
Three
Adam pulled up to his house’s gated driveway, pushed the button on the dash to open the gates and unlock the house’s front door. His house was empty as always. Exhausted from work, Adam sauntered into the living room and grabbed a can of Red Bull from his living room drink cooler.
Red Bull was the official after-work drink of alphas, Adam liked to joke. Actually, Adam didn’t even know what the official after-work drink of alphas was. He didn’t socialize much after his long hours at the hospital. But Adam knew that Red Bull was his own favorite after-work drink. That was all that mattered.
He slipped into the cool, soft seat of his leather sofa. It felt a little bit like the cool swimming pool water that waited for him in the backyard. It was a 25-meter pool, and as Adam liked to joke, “But I barely use it! I’m always bare when I use it.” He relaxed with a nude after-work swim almost every evening. The yard was big enough and the landscaping tall enough so that nobody would have any chance of seeing him in his naked splendor when he swam.
He could swim later, after watching the news. Adam clicked on the TV to the local evening news program. A familiar voice came from the TV: “And so goes the next chapter in the saga of Springville’s male pregnancy phenomenon.” The voice wasn’t just familiar. It was alluringly familiar in its clear tone, its enunciation, and its warmth. Adam knew the sound of a horny unmated omega. Even more, he knew the sound of Oscar, despite only having met him that one time.
Adam’s breath quickened. His cock rose. By the time Adam noticed his erection, his dick was already tenting against his slacks, just as it had when he’d met Oscar in the hospital. Adam flushed red. There was nobody else in the house, nobody to be ashamed in front of, but Adam was flushing red from excitement, or maybe from internal shame. Oscar was right there on TV and Adam was rock hard for him. And there was nothing Adam could do about it.
The voice from the TV continued: “This is Oscar Oliphant with your Springville local news.” It wasn’t Adam’s alpha desire playing tricks on his mind. It actually was Oscar on TV. Oscar was a TV reporter.
That meant two things. First, Adam was obviously not the only person to recognize Oscar’s good looks. For all the talk about journalistic excellence in local news, everybody knew that good looks were required for any man to become a news reporter. Especially so in alpha and omega obsessed Springville. The news station was most likely run by alphas who were licking their chops at the sight of Oscar, even if they weren’t actually mated to him.
Second, any relationship Adam would have with Oscar, or in fact any interaction Adam would have with Oscar, would instantly become public information. If Oscar himself didn’t blab about it, then all the people around town who knew Oscar from TV would blab about it. Someone at the hospital had most likely already recognized the sweating omega that had come out of Adam’s office as newscaster Oscar Oliphant.
There was no privacy for Adam. Adam’s job would definitely be at stake, if he and Oscar were ever to have a relationship. If somehow they were to have a relationship in the first place.
The driveway gate intercom’s control panel beeped next to Adam’s sofa. Somebody was asking to be let in at the driveway Could it have been a package delivery at 6 P.M.? A solicitor? Maybe it was one of those door-to-door alpha-omega matchmaking services. Their trained sniffer omegas could pick up on Adam’s scent even from the street outside.
“Hey who is it?” Adam asked, still a bit woozy from having heard Oscar’s voice.
“It’s your boyfriend. Your omega mate. Ollie.” Adam switched the TV to the intercom camera video channel. There was Ollie, atop a racing bicycle, wearing a purple foam helmet and spandex all over, sweaty and asking to be let in. Even on the security camera video Adam could see the sweat pouring down Ollie’s forehead. Adam vaguely knew that Ollie was into bikes but he’d never seen him in his bike gear.
“My fake boyfriend, you mean.” Adam just wanted to emphasize, re-emphasize, and re-re-emphasize. He didn’t want Ollie to get the wrong idea about the nature of their “relationship”. This was going to be a “relationship” for Adam’s coming-out as an alpha at the hospital. Adam needed to p
retend to be a mated alpha. And there was not going to be any other purpose to the relationship.
Maybe Ollie already was getting the wrong idea. He’d never previously visited Adam at home.
Ollie rode his bike past the gate and up the driveway to Adam’s front door. He had the breeze behind him. Adam could smell Ollie’s sweaty omega musk from a hundred feet away. He’d ever smelled Ollie that strongly. That was clearly why Ollie had chosen to ride his bike rather than driving to Adam’s house. Well that was clearly why Ollie had chosen to visit Adam’s house that evening in the first place.
Lit by the the blood-red sunset as Ollie pedaled down the driveway, his spandex outfit showed off Ollie’s well-formed pecs, his abs showing themselves even through a layer of pudge, and his meaty ass and thighs pedaling hard on the bike. Hard: Ollie’s cock was visibly hard and visibly thick in his crotch. Adam had never seen his assistant’s cock before then, nor had he ever seen Ollie wearing anything more revealing than hospital scrubs.
“Hey.” Ollie stopped the bike in front of Adam’s front door. Even Ollie’s breath smelled like hot omega pheromones.
“Hi, Ollie. What’s up?” Adam acted as casual as possible. He didn’t ask why Ollie had suddenly visited him at home, as he’d never done over their past five years of working together. It wasn’t so unusual, after all, for coworkers to suddenly visit each other at home. Maybe. Sort of.
Ollie rested his hands on his hips and held his arms akimbo. He smiled and nodded at Adam. He made no effort to hide the hard dick that was visibly pointing at the ground through his spandex outfit. “You know, Doctor Albright, Adam.” Ollie turned slightly to his right. He stood in side-profile to Adam’s view. Every omega knew that was his sexiest position, showing off his fertile ass like that. Or at least it was the sexiest position that was polite to assume in public.
Through the spandex bike shorts, just above the skin of Ollie’s hairy legs, Adam clearly saw Ollie’s perfectly bulbous, perfectly meaty ass. “Since we’re doing this boyfriend thing, this mated alpha-omega thing, I just thought we could get to know each other better.” Ollie smiled. As if getting to know each other better was just a perfectly normal thing for an unmated omega to bring up to an unmated alpha. In Ollie’s mind, of course, he and Adam were probably already mated.
Ollie waved his delicate hand at Adam’s outdoor grounds. The swimming pool had a the three-man outdoor shower. “Doctor Albright, do you mind if I take a shower here after my bike ride?” The look Ollie gave Adam definitely wasn’t the look of a friendly coworker dropping in for a casual visit. He was slightly coy, but he was overtly, flagrantly sexy.
An omega taking a steamy outdoor shower at his alpha’s home after a sweaty bike ride wasn’t a casual after-work visit. Not in Springville, and not anywhere else. But Adam also couldn’t be rude to his coworker. Ollie had always been a good friend and capable coworker. Besides that, Ollie was going to help Adam hide his unmated status from his coworkers.
“Yeah, sure, go ahead,” Adam said, and started walking back into his house. He’d look for Oscar on local TV some more, and just pretend that Ollie wasn’t showering naked in his backyard.
“Doctor Albright! Adam!” Ollie called out from the shower. Hot water poured from the triple shower heads above. His curly black hair glistened in the light of the setting sun. In Ollie’s sea of black chest hair, his meaty dark nipples were visibly erect. His ass looked just fat enough, just solid enough, to be a prime place for the right alpha to sink a long babymaking cock into. Ollie’s own cock was short and fat, like a soda can.
If Adam had been just any regular unmated alpha, he would’ve loved the chance to mount Ollie in that shower. Any horny unmated alpha would want to have his way with that gorgeous horny, wet, sweaty omega in the shower. But Adam wasn’t a regular unmated Alpha. His mind was on no other omega but Oscar.
“Ah, yeah, Ollie? Need anything?” Adam yelled in the direction of the shower, while averting his eyes back inside his house.
“I need some body gel! For my body!” Ollie called out. Adam looked over. Ollie made sure to turn his front side, then his back side, toward Adam. Ollie showed off merchandise like a The Price Is Right model. Adam sighed. This definitely was not professional behavior on Ollie’s part.
“Alright. Hold on. Let me look for some body gel back in the house.” Adam went inside, away from Ollie’s wet, naked body, away from Ollie’s pheromones, and away from Ollie’s solicitous come-ons.
The two master bathrooms only had electronic body gel dispensers. Adam would have to carry body gel cupped in his hands then rub it on Ollie himself. Maybe Ollie somehow knew that already. But there was always the guest bathroom, with regular, portable, convenient, Costco-bought bottles of body gel. Adam could carry one of those containers out to Ollie’s shower. He could hand it to Ollie without looking too much or even at all. He could be done with the whole coy-shower-invitation event, without having to cheat on Oscar. Even body gel containers became important in Adam’s quest for Oscar’s love.
Adam got a bottle of Kirkland body gel. It was big enough so Ollie definitely wouldn’t have to ask for a refill. Ollie looked like he was lathering himself up in nonexistent water-lather, running circles of water over his pecs and nipples. Adam handed Ollie the body gel bottle through the slit in the shower cubicle door, while averting his gaze down toward the swimming pool.
“Doctor Albright? I wonder if you might be able to help me with an omega medical issue.” Ollie bent over slightly, pointing his puckered brown butthole at Adam.
“You can make an appointment at the hospital if you’d like medical attention. Sorry, I don’t give consultations outside the hospital,” Adam said.
Adam walked away quickly. He kept his eyes on the swimming pool, on the disappearing sunset, on his feet, on the lush green front yard. Adam kept his eyes on anything but Ollie’s furry naked body in front of him. Adam kept his thoughts on anything but the fertile unmated omega buttcrack that Ollie was showing off to him under the shower.
Adam managed to duck back into his house before Ollie could say anything else, do anything else, or show anything else. Ollie didn’t even have a chance to invite Adam to scrub his back, lick his butt-hole, cup his balls, or any other such purely friendly, innocent invitation between platonic friends that Ollie certainly had up his sleeve.
Back inside his house, Adam sat down on the leather sofa in front of his TV. He took the remote control in hand and started clicking at random. He told himself he was scanning the channels looking for Oscar. Of course that was ridiculous. Oscar wasn’t going to appear in some random movie on HBO-2. Adam was really scanning the channels, pushing the remote buttons, as if they were a fidget spinner, just a way to do something while he thought about his life — about his job, about his love life, about Oscar, about Ollie, about everything.
Ollie’s overtures would have been too much temptation for most alphas. Ollie was cute in his own way, but he just wasn’t right for Adam. Adam liked Ollie. As a coworker and friend. Not as an omega.
Knock on the patio’s glass door. Adam got up to check. Of course he already knew. Standing at that glass door was Ollie, dripping with chlorinated swimming pool water and wearing nothing but water drops and a grin, and a thick, stubby erection pointed directly at Adam.
“Hey, you need a towel, Ollie?” Adam looked at the TV as he talked, instead of looking at the dick-and-ass show being presented to him by Ollie.
“Nah, Doctor Albright. I just thought in the pool, together, we could—”Adam exhaled deeply. How many times would he have to explain it to Ollie and dash his hopes? Ollie again did his trick of turning first his ass then his dick to Adam’s field of view. “I just thought, you know, together, we could just get to know each other a little better in the pool.”
“Ollie. Ok.” Adam sighed. “I didn’t want to be too direct with you. But now I have to be direct.”
“You want to be more than friends?” Ollie posed it as a question, but it sounded more like
a hopeful statement. “I’m perfectly willing. We can start now.” Ollie smiled and pointed at his erect cock, as if Adam hadn’t already had many opportunities to see it, almost pointed into Adam’s face.
“No, Ollie.” Adam looked directly into Ollie’s eyes. He didn’t want to leave any doubt. “What I need to tell you is you’re my friend and my coworker. That’s it. I feel no sexual attraction to you. I’m sorry but that’s just how it is.”
“Aren’t you an alpha? Unmated? You know I’m an omega.”
“Yes, Ollie. I’m an alpha and you’re an omega. That’s not enough.”
“But—” Ollie shook his head. His hard dick swung left and right in opposite rhythm. It was more comic than erotic.
“Ollie, would you want to be mated to just any alpha?” Adam enjoyed the teacherly sound of his own voice. It reminded him of the tone of his professors back in medical school. “Probably not just any alpha, right?”
“Not just any alpha. Because I like you.” Ollie was exasperated. His desperate dark eyes screamed that he was revealing everything. His nudity was also revealing everything. His dick was hard as ever, even if his hopes had been somewhat deflated.
“Right. So just being omega and alpha isn’t enough to make us a good fit as romantic, sexual, reproductive mates, right?” Adam tapped his fingers on the patio door glass to emphasize his point. “Are you understanding me here, Ollie?”
“I guess.” Ollie let out his breath and looked down at his own naked feet, past his slight chubby paunch, his cock, and his feet. Adam felt absolutely zero desire to sample that cock or to put a baby in that belly. But somewhere there was the right alpha for Ollie. It just wasn’t Adam.
“So Ollie.” Adam exhaled just as hard as Ollie had exhaled. He was probably just as frustrated as Ollie was. “I think we shouldn’t do the fake relationship thing.”
“Because?” Ollie really sounded as if he’d just been dumped from a real relationship. That only reinforced Adam’s belief that getting into a fake relationship with him would be a bad idea.