Omega Wanted: Bad Boy Mpreg Romance

by Stephan James

  “Yeah. Let’s go!”

  Ricky met them at the water park right in front of the gate. With his sunglasses on, carrying a little beach bag, and his towel slung over his shoulder, he looked even smaller and cuter to Jackson, if that was even possible. It was, indeed, nice to be seeing Ricky out of the office.

  “Ricky!” Samuel shouted, running over to hug his legs.

  “Hey Sam, Jackson," said Ricky, smiling.

  “Good morning,” said Jackson, smiling. “Glad you could make it. Shall we go?”

  “Okay!” said Ricky, and the three of them walked off together, Samuel holding Ricky’s hand in his right hand, and Jackson’s in his left. Jackson couldn’t help but think about Samuel’s question this morning. They did look like a happy young family.

  “Three tickets?” asked the man behind the counter.

  “Yes, please,” said Jackson.

  “Family discount?”

  “Sure,” said Jackson, smiling. Ricky raised an eyebrow, but did nothing.

  “You should have let me pay,” Ricky said, as they fumbled to attach their wristbands inside the park gates.

  “We invited you,” said Jackson.

  “Daddy has lots of money,” supplied Samuel, with all the honesty of a child. Jackson laughed. “Come on, let’s go get wet.”

  They found a locker and stripped down to their swim clothes. Jackson was irritated that Ricky left his shirt on, but bit his tongue. They made their way down to the end of the park where the largest water slides were, and they each took turns sliding down the exciting waterslides with Samuel, who never tired of them.

  Afternoon found Ricky and Jackson sitting in beach chairs, watching Samuel play in a little wave pool not too far away.

  “I just wanted to thank you,” said Jackson, finally, “for spending so much time with Samuel. He really likes you.”

  “It’s my pleasure,” Ricky replied. “He’s an unusually perceptive and articulate kid, and he is always a joy to hang out with.”

  “You sound like a teacher.”

  “I’m fresh out of college.”

  “That explains it. Gee, it wasn’t that long ago for me, was it?”

  “What did you do after college?” Ricky asked, subconsciously leaning closer to Jackson because he was listening.

  “Believe it or not, I’ve been with Solutions my entire career.”

  “Solutions? Really?” Solutions was the sports medicine enterprise that they both worked for, Ricky as a secretary, and Jackson as the CEO.

  “Really, I actually started it with grant money in college, and it took off.”

  “That’s really impressive,” said Ricky, with admiration. “And I’m just working for your company, wow. It’s not like I had the genius to start anything.”

  “Success wasn’t really my dream, to be honest,” said Jackson, “Not on this magnitude. Sometimes I wish I could be a secretary instead of a CEO.”

  “Yeah, I’d like your job,” said Ricky, laughing.

  They sat in companionable silence, watching Samuel play in the water. Finally, he bounded back to the grownups that were waiting for him.

  “Do you guys want to go in the big wave pool?” he asked, pointing to a pool where larger waves crashed to and fro.

  “Stay here a little while, big guy,” said Ricky, “and your dad and I can go in a minute if you still want.”

  Samuel bounded back out into the water.

  “I’m going to miss that kid,” said Ricky, smiling, but his voice was sad.

  “What?”

  “I’m going to miss him. I’m leaving Solutions by the end of the month, as you know.”

  “What?” asked Jackson, confused.

  “You must have put employee requests to the bottom of the pile,” said Ricky, “and I get it, you’ve got a lot of stuff to do. But I don’t know where I’ll stay next month, so I’ll probably be moving back home for a bit.”

  “Why?”

  “Rent around here is horrendously expensive,” said Ricky, “and my landlord is getting old. He wants to sell the house I’m renting a room in to developers, who want to build a luxury apartment complex. All the affordable housing is full, and all of the expensive housing, is, well, too expensive.”

  “We can’t lose you from Solutions.”

  “I’m not asking for your help.”

  “Look, Ricky, I’m a CEO, I’d be doing a shit job if I wasn’t taking care of my employees,” said Jackson. “What do you need, a raise?”

  “Yeah, I don’t know, I don’t want to put this on you,” said Ricky.

  “Come on. You’re more than just an employee. I’d miss you. Sam would miss you.”

  Ricky bit his lip, and Jackson perversely liked that expression although he was acutely aware it was coming from his internal conflict. He could tell that Ricky was prideful, and didn’t want to accept help from Jackson.

  “Look, Ricky, please. Consider it an investment.”

  “An investment?”

  “Yeah, I don’t want to hire a new secretary, and Samuel would never understand why you’d be leaving. You don’t really want to move back in with your mom, do you?”

  “No.”

  “Ricky, Daddy, I wanna go in the big wave pool now,” Samuel said, running towards them.

  “I think it’s time to go now?” asked Jackson, looking at Ricky, who still had a shadow of conflict darkening his face.

  “Yeah,” said Ricky, mustering a smile for Sam, “Let’s go, Sam!”

  The three of them walked over to the big wave pool and waded into the water.

  “I haven’t done this since I was a kid,” remarked Ricky, watching Sam dive in headfirst and crashing through the waves. They were in the shallower end of the wave pool, but on occasion the waves were big and Ricky had to jump a little to keep his head above water. Samuel was a proficient swimmer, so Jackson wasn’t too worried about him.

  “I didn’t until I had Sam,” said Jackson, “It’s like being a kid again, sometimes, watching him grow up.”

  “You’re a single father, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where’s his mother?”

  “Father, actually,” said Jackson, steadily, trying to gauge Ricky’s reaction.

  “Father, oh.” Ricky blinked. Jackson understood the confusion. Many people equate homosexuality with femininity, whereas Jackson was decidedly masculine. “I’m sorry about that. What happened?”

  “Adam was an Omega,” said Jackson, “and pregnancy disagreed with him. Children, even more so. He ran away, but as soon as I held Samuel, I promised to take care of him, you know? I was angry, I felt abandoned, but I couldn’t abandon him.” Jackson wasn’t sure where this outpouring of emotion was coming from, but the truth was, outside of his parents, he usually didn’t speak with anybody about this.

  “I understand,” said Ricky, “I’m an Omega, it scares me. I’ve never even had a girlfriend; I’m worried about what can happen.”

  Wow. Jackson thought. An Omega. Of course, that would explain his attraction to Ricky for sure.

  Jackson nodded in response, he knew a lot about the Alpha Omega dynamic. An Omega’s mating cycle and pheromones were often delayed the longer an Omega abstained from physical relationships. Jackson felt himself stiffen a bit, and tried to shake the thought out of his mind. The idea of being the first to be intimate with Ricky was a tantalizing idea.

  “Yeah, I understand that,” said Jackson. “It’s a reasonable thing to worry about.”

  “Yeah,” said Ricky. At that moment, with an outstretched arm, Samuel splashed Jackson and Ricky in the face. They laughed, blinking water out of their eyes. While they weren’t looking, Samuel had waded out into the water, and was out of their view.

  “Sam!”

  “Samuel! Kiddo!”

  They started calling for Samuel, but the sound of other summer water park goers and the crash of the artificial waves in the large pool didn’t get very far. Jackson was peering to get a better look, but like a
flash, Ricky was diving through the water, like an otter Jackson would think fondly later. He waded back through the water carrying the little boy, blubbering with eyes and nose full of water.

  “Samuel, are you okay?”

  He nodded yes, through his tears.

  “Thank you Ricky.” Jackson said, making eye contact with Ricky. There he was, holding Jackson’s child, having just rescued him from what was likely a minor emergency, but still worthy of rescuing from. Samuel jumped out of his arms and went to hug Jackson, who promptly picked him up and kissed him on the cheek. Then he looked back at Ricky, standing alone in the sunshine, his body glistening with the water running down his shoulders and dripping down his hairy lean body. A wet white t-shirt is certainly a glorious thing, Jackson would think in retrospect. At that moment, a wave of relief and profound gratitude came over Jackson.

  “Thank you," he said again, and turned to walk out of the wave pool, still hanging on to Samuel. Ricky joined them back at their seats and grabbed his towel, drying off his soaked hair.

  “Consider what I said about you staying on,” said Jackson, trying to word his sentence so Samuel wouldn’t understand. “Solutions takes care of its own.”

  “And people,” Samuel chimed in, “Daddy takes care of a lot of people. The stuff he makes really works; he used it on my broken leg last year.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” said Ricky, once again uncomfortable. “I’m not comfortable with charity.”

  “It’s not charity,” said Jackson, “but suit yourself.”

  After a short dinner, during which Samuel stuck french fries in his nose and had to be reprimanded by Ricky and Jackson, who were both dying of laughter. Jackson, still chuckling, contemplated the situation on the way home. He figured that the only way he could keep Ricky in the company without making him uncomfortable would be to give everybody a bonus. It would be a hassle, but he could make it work. He made a mental note to look up what Ricky’s current salary was, and how much it would cost him to rent an apartment in a good part of town, and then adjust everybody’s pay scale accordingly. He winced. That could get expensive.

  “Daddy,” said Samuel.

  “Yes, kiddo?”

  “Do you think that Ricky did a good job being my dad today?”

  “I think so,” said Jackson, “he’d be a good father. But I don’t know, kid, I like him a lot and I know you do too. But you can’t tell him that, not yet. I have to keep my secrets somehow.”

  “Like how old you are,” said Samuel, grinning.

  “This one is even more important,” said Jackson. “And if you wait, and don’t tell him I like him, until I do, I promise here and now that I will make you pancakes every morning for a whole month.”

  “With chocolate chips?”

  “Yes.”

  “And I get ice cream?”

  “No ice cream, but yes, chocolate chips and maybe some whipped cream if you eat your fruit too.”

  “Okay,” said Samuel, “I want pancakes. I won’t tell him.”

  Ricky lay in bed thinking about the day. Spending a day with Sam and Jackson had given him a sense of normalcy and comfort. Sam was a kid he would never have. He was afraid. He knew what being an Omega meant.

  Pregnancy was scary. The social stigma of being mated to a man would be even worse, although, in some cases, Alpha females existed. Sure, in this part of the world, it wasn’t too bad, but he still didn’t think his parents would approve at all. Anyways, in other parts of the world, homosexuality carried the death sentence.

  He didn’t even have romantic feelings, anyways, he told himself. He’d never even thought that way about a girl. All of his closest friendships had been men, but that was just because it was safer. Until he found out he was an Omega. Now, his best friend was a five year old. Pathetic.

  Still, that five year old taught him a lot about life, made him wish that Sam was actually his child. He was a joy, one of the things that never failed to bring a smile to Ricky’s face. However, he was also worried. Taking care of a child could also awaken his Omega instincts, and then he would be doomed. Maybe he should move back with his mother.

  He would have to leave Solutions, then. He’d miss the familiarity of a routine that his life had comprised of since college, and he would miss his little office right off Jackson’s big one. He would miss the quiet winters where he could sneak out during the day and grab a coffee, only to return with snow in his eyelashes and a flush on his cheeks. Most of all, he would miss Samuel.

  Everything clicked, and a wash of loneliness rushed over him as he clawed his sheets closer to his body, and begged this wasn’t happening. The desire for children, to have somebody to nurture and protect, was igniting the baser instincts of his body and threatening to send him over the edge into wild abandon. He ground his teeth together as tears of frustration and despair leaked out of his tightly shut eyelids. No. No, no, no. He had been fighting this for so long, but it was truly his destiny.

  What about Jackson, though? Ricky swore. Of course, he was seeing Jackson in entirely the wrong light seeing as his mind was now hormonally altered. It was embarrassing, this urge, but he already knew it would be futile to try to stamp it out, and would only make it worse. He had, after all, done his research.

  Jackson, with his smooth muscular chest, sun bronzed skin, and light brown hair. Ricky was in comparison, lean and covered in dark hair. Ricky imagined their bodies twined together, against his conscience telling him that it wasn’t quite right for him to imagine this, and he firmly grasped his swollen cock as he tried to make some sense of this world and get rid of the images floating through his brain like the fruit above the pool of Tantalus. And still he took himself higher, applying firm pressure and pulling, pulling, back and forth. As he was about to reach the brink where he couldn’t breathe and the world was just like a white spark, he teetered on the edge of orgasm and missed, falling back into the world of insane lust. Damn. He knew it wouldn’t work. Either he could wait for this heat to be over, or he could find an Alpha to satisfy his urges.

  Ricky took out his laptop and googled “Alpha women”. Maybe, maybe this would work.

  The next morning was Sunday. That’s the day that Jackson always sent Samuel to visit his grandmother, Dottie, who would drive from the next town over, pick him up, and take him on an activity of his choice. Today, they were going to the aquarium. Samuel loved water.

  “Bye, mom!” he called out from the doorframe as Samuel ran towards Grandma Dottie and hugged her tightly. “I’m sure you two will have a great time.” He watched as Grandma Dottie pulled a butterscotch out of her purse and handed it to Samuel, and they walked back to the car together, Samuel holding her hand and struggling to open the butterscotch with the other with his teeth. When they were finally pulling out of the house, it was Jackson’s day to do anything he liked. Maybe he’d go to the office and see Ricky. While he gave his employees the option to take weekends off, Ricky usually worked Saturday and Sunday and then took Monday and Tuesday off of work.

  Jackson got to the office, and found it relatively empty. While there were always a lot of people working in their cubicles, when he got to Headquarters and sat down at his desk with the shiny plaque that designated him as the CEO of Solutions, Ricky was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a small blonde woman was standing in front of him. He looked at her, trying to keep the irritation off his face.

  “Hi, I’m Cynthia,” she said nervously, “and I’m the personal secretary to the COO. However, he personally requested that I assist you today since Ricky didn’t show up to work.”

  “That’s not like him,” muttered Jackson. “Is there anything urgent for me to do today?”

  “No,” said Cynthia, “not really.”

  “I’m gonna go, then,” said Jackson. “Thank you for your help, I’m sure that the COO could use some more coffee now, though.”

  “I’ll be right back on it,” she said, “thank you sir.”

  After looking up an address on his emp
loyee database, Jackson put on his sunglasses, got into his car, and booted up his GPS. He hoped Ricky was okay. He turned the ignition, and sped out of the Solutions parking lot, his heart leaping in his chest for no apparent reason at all.

  He got out of his car and parked a little ways down the street, and started his walk to the house where Ricky rented a room. It was late morning, but the sunlight did nothing to make the house look any less gloomy. A disheveled looking woman in heels and a long brown overcoat was just leaving the house, and very quickly. Her fake blonde hair looked bleached to the point of death, and she had a trashy aura. A voice was calling to her to come back. Jackson walked closer, and he heard a crash as it seemed somebody was running through the house. Ricky careened into the front doorframe, wrapped in nothing but a towel. “Jess, come back, you’ve got to help me, please, I’m dying here.”