Jess was stalking away down the street, lighting up a cigarette and muttering to herself. When Ricky tore his eyes away from her, he was shocked to find his boss staring up at him from the street.
“Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
“Please, please don’t take this the wrong way; this isn’t what it looks like?”
“So you mean to say that she is not a seriously pissed off hooker? Ricky, man, I can’t believe it.”
“Not so loud, somebody’s going to hear.”
“I’m sure somebody has already,” said Jackson, with disdain. “You’ve been shouting like the dickens for her to come back.”
“Ugh,” said Ricky, rubbing at his face, “You don’t understand. This is the worst day of my life.”
“Ah. Well, how about you get dressed, and we can discuss…this…”
“Fine by me.”
Jackson was trembling, angry. He had no right to feel this way, but he was angry that his employee who he was attracted to had hired a hooker either this morning or the night before. He was angry that Ricky seemed to be straight; he felt an anger rampage through him. He felt his bear form tingling under his skin, waiting to come unleashed. He closed his eyes, and counted backwards from twenty. That was better. He stood under the harsh morning sunlight, waiting for Ricky to come back out of the house.
“Let’s find somewhere to talk,” said Ricky, nervously. Jackson took a closer look at the man, examining Ricky’s appearance. He was paler than usual, and sweaty, with dark rings under his eyes, and huge, dilated pupils. Ricky was dressed in dark, tight jeans and a white t shirt, the simplicity of the look drawing all of the attention to Ricky’s aquiline face.
“How about your car?” asked Ricky, “I’m, uh, not so sure that my landlord will even keep me on the last month, it’s better that I clear out at least for the day.”
“Gotcha,” said Jackson, tersely. They both got in the car, awkwardly. It was starting to get hot in the June morning, so Jackson reluctantly turned the key in the ignition and started to drive, aimlessly around the town and closer to the city.
“What exactly is going on?” asked Jackson, trying to keep his voice level. There was an odd smell in the car, Jackson wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was threatening his focus. It all made sense when Ricky told him.
“I’m in heat,” offered Ricky, helplessly, “and I couldn’t take it any longer. I googled “female Alphas” and found one for hire online, although she was just a regular old dominatrix. When she couldn’t do anything for me, I accused her of fraud, and she got really pissed off. She owes me $300, the way I see it, and that’s $300 I certainly can’t afford.”
“So, you couldn’t just wait it out, you had to hire a con artist cum hooker?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, that was foolish.”
“I think so, too, but what was I to do? Hell, what am I going to do now?” asked Ricky.
“So, you're in heat, probably losing your apartment, possibly your job, moving back in with your mother — I don’t know, do you want me to do something about it? I’m not a genie, or a fucking fairy godmother,” Jackson snarled, his bear form becoming more and more visible as he drove. Finally, he pulled over at a small park.
“Get out.”
“What?”
“I’m not able to focus enough to drive, you idiot. What a great idea you had, make an Alpha sit in a small enclosed area with your sorry ass in heat.”
“I’m sorry, Jackson, I’m not even thinking straight,” said Ricky, getting out of the car and headed over to a nearby picnic table.”
“And that’s another thing,” Jackson said, continuing his tirade, “you being straight. I suppose if you could lower yourself to my level, to dating a man or whatever shit blocks you’ve built up against it, that I could help you, but no, you’re sitting on your stinking high horse calling up hookers instead of maybe calling up friends who could help you somehow, ugh!” Jackson snarled and leapt forwards into his bear form, growling and baring his white teeth and claws at Ricky, who shrank backwards in fear. This mighty display of unbridled power was terrifying to behold, and also strangely arousing to the Omega whose baser instincts sought a master who would use him, dominate him.
“I didn’t want to call and have sex with you,” said Ricky, mumbling. Jackson shrunk back into his human form to answer.
“Well I sure as hell don’t want to have sex with you right now, although I did before,” said Jackson, “even if you weren’t calling for sex, you could have called for advice, or something. You try to go through life alone, and I understand the drive to do that, but you’re making a mess of things that don't need to be this difficult.”
“Fuck you,” said Ricky, fiercely, his body language energetic and angry despite his exhausted appearance. “You don’t understand what I’m going through.”
“I do, I’ve been through it with an Omega before,” said Jackson. “You're so damn headstrong, which is great. That’s what makes you a good person, a good employee. I saw the way you dove after Samuel. You’d be a great Omega.”
“I… thank you?” said Ricky.
“I don’t even know what to think right now,” said Jackson. “I don’t know if I should leave you here, or take you back to your apartment, or take you back to my place and fuck you silly, because that’s really what you need.”
“Jackson, I—“
“I think you’d really enjoy that,” said Jackson, fixing Ricky with his eyes. “You’ve already proved that you’re a slut, you either were or are a virgin and you hired a hooker, you’re not afraid to take risks, or play dirty, even fresh out of the gate. I bet you’d like it rough, wouldn’t you?”
Ricky was breathing heavily, his eyes shut and his face straining to maintain a neutral expression.
“I can see you really need to get off, don’t you?” asked Jackson, his voice getting more and more sultry as he struggled to fight off his own arousal. “You’re practically begging me to take your body. I can smell those pheromones you’re releasing, you can’t fight them.” Jackson moved to sit next to Ricky, just sitting, fighting the urge to reach out and touch one of those delicious collar bones that protruded teasingly from the front of Ricky’s white v neck t shirt. Instead, he placed a hand lightly on Ricky’s arm. His skin was hot to the touch and flushed, and deliciously hairy just like the rest of his body. He ran his hand down, and up again, and moved up to Ricky’s bicep where he gave him a light squeeze. Ricky shuddered, and opened his eyes.
“Fine, you win,” said Ricky. “I don’t know what the hell I’m getting myself into, but I need this. I know when I’m beat.”
“I don’t want you to feel like I’ve coerced you into anything,” said Jackson, dubiously. “I could just take you home and lock you in my basement until your heat is over, without any electronics, so that I wouldn’t have to worry about you calling a hooker, or whatever you’d try next to get off. Or, we could do this the fun way,” he said.
“That sounds terrible,” said Ricky, grimacing.
“I’m going to be really upfront with you,” said Jackson, “I like you. I’ve had the hots for you for god knows how long, watching my secretary coming in at my beck and call, filing my papers and getting me coffee. You know, I sent you out of the room on occasion just to see you leave, wiggling your little ass as you walked. Here’s the one thing though. You’re an Omega. That makes sexual encounters with you complicated. There is a high chance that we will come out of this as a bonded pair, in which case, you’ll never get rid of me. There’s a lower, but also high chance that you will get knocked up. I don’t make the rules. If either or both of these are a problem to you, we’ll just wait until you’re out of heat somehow. I don’t know. Just make a decision; because I need to fuck you or get away from you, your pheromones are killing me.”
“I know the risks,” said Ricky, “And they’re what I’ve been scared of all my life. I knew, deep down, that I’d need to face them someday. I am
scared shitless of being pregnant, but I know you’re a good father and I don’t know anybody I’d rather make a bond with than you. Count me in.”
“Then get back in the car, and fast,” said Jackson, “I’m hoping I can make it to drive all the way back to my place.” They both raced to the car, and Jackson fumbled with the ignition, making a neat turn, and driving off in the direction of his home. Ricky burst out laughing, and Jackson followed suit. Today was too absurd to be true. And while their confrontation was unpleasant, it was ultimately a good thing, Jackson thought.
As soon as they crossed through the front door of Jackson’s house, Jackson was about to pull Ricky into a kiss, when he remembered what Ricky had done.
“How far did you go with that hooker?” he asked, quizzically, half disgusted and half amused.
“Nowhere, really,” said Ricky, “she wasn’t a real Alpha. I could tell as soon as she showed up.”
“Well, we’re gonna go get clean first, anyways,” said Jackson, tracing a finger lightly over Ricky’s collarbone and making him shudder. He could see the outline of Ricky’s cock tenting in his tight jeans, and Jackson’s work trousers were in a similar strained state. They made their way to the master bathroom, and Ricky gasped when he saw the palatial room, with a glass shower, a huge bathtub, and a large two sink counter.
“Strip,” said Jackson, pushing Ricky up against the sink and tugging upwards at the edges of Ricky’s shirt. Ricky pulled his shirt off to expose his lean hairy chest. “You’re such an otter, aren’t you?” asked Jackson.
“An otter?”
“Remind me to get you acquainted with gay culture later,” said Jackson, chuckling. Soon they were naked, and Jackson stepped back to survey his new lover. Ricky was a thin, pale thing of beauty, hairy from tip to toe. He had slightly knobby knees and a scar on his stomach that must have been from a surgery in his childhood. Maybe he wasn’t the very picture of beauty personified, but to Jackson, he looked delectable.
“Into the shower with you,” said Jackson, slapping him on the ass as Ricky walked by, watching it jiggle deliciously. Jackson followed after him, joining him in the shower spray. The water crashed over them, and Jackson took Ricky’s face in both hands.
“Are you scared?”
“Kind of.”
“Don’t be,” said Jackson.
“Jackson, this…”
“Yeah?”
“This is my first kiss. Ever.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky now,” said Jackson, joining his lips with Ricky’s and kissing him slowly, gently. Ricky was like putty in his hands, malleable, but willing. He kissed back clumsily at first, but then slowly started to get the hang of it. Jackson found that he was smiling, and kissing, which was the first time since Adam left, five years ago, now.
Ricky pulled back and looked up to meet Jackson’s eyes, his face fixed in an expectant expression, eyes shining and dark with lust.
“I’ve, uh, never done this before.”
“I know.”
“And I want to please you,” said Ricky, fumbling for the right words.
“That’s a good start,” said Jackson, pulling him back in for another kiss. “Do you mind if I go a bit lower?” he said, his voice a low honeyed growl in his throat. Ricky moaned, and Jackson took it for a yes. His hands wandered from Ricky’s shoulders, to his back, resting his hands in the curve at the base of his spine before sliding down and firmly cupping one of Ricky’s ass cheeks, giving it a squeeze. Ricky bucked his hips forwards, grinding his erection against Jackson’s thighs.
“Mm, you’re such a dirty boy,” said Jackson, taking one hand and running it through Ricky’s hair. “You’re grinding on me, and you’re going to be trying to get yourself off in any way you can think of, won’t you?”
Ricky didn’t answer, but he repeated the movement, but this time, more intentionally.
“You know you can’t get off without my cock inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Jackson,” said Ricky, his voice shaking.
“You’ve never even had sex before, imagine, and now you’re here, begging me to fuck you,” said Jackson, circling around Ricky in the wide shower, running one hand down Ricky’s spine and allowing it to linger on his ass. “You’re so desperate, so needy. Every touch I give you sends another jolt of desire to your cock. And I know it’s getting painful.”
“Yes, it is,” said Ricky.
“I’m sure you know all about how mating works,” said Jackson, wickedly. “You know that I’m going to have to fuck you long and hard, several times, to get all… this… out of your system. You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow, are you?”
“I guess not,” said Ricky, shuddering. Jackson knew Ricky would like that image. He pressed the length of his body against Ricky’s, wrapping one hand over his shoulder and kissing his neck. With the other hand, he reached down and firmly grasped Ricky’s cock. Ricky gasped, and he shrank backwards from the new and intense stimulation. His buttocks pressed even harder against Jackson’s cock, which sent shudders through Jackson’s body, and he realized that the shower wasn’t the best place for them to be.
“How about we move this to my bed?” asked Jackson, tugging upwards and then downwards again on Ricky’s member, making his lover roll his eyes back in his head.
“Y-yes,” said Ricky, “don’t stop.”
“I gotta, just for a minute,” laughed Jackson. “Come on, let’s do this properly. Or do you want me to shove you against the shower wall and fuck you while we slip around in the water?”
“Bed, then,” said Ricky, “let’s get on with it.”
“Oh, there’s no rush,” said Jackson, withdrawing his touches slowly until only one hand was laying on the back of Ricky’s neck. “But we can go now, I suppose.” Ricky reached up to grab his hand, and they walked through the house to Jackson’s room in silence. Jackson thought idly what a peaceful, intimate moment it was, almost more so than the near fucking in the bathroom. Holding Ricky’s hand was a calm in the storm of emotions that were raging through their minds and the desire shooting like lightning through their bodies. It was an anchor, a safe place. But then as soon as they got to Jackson’s bed, he broke that train of thought off abruptly.
“I’m gonna talk you through this,” said Jackson, pushing Ricky down onto the bed, “try not to think too much, in fact, don’t think at all. You’re gonna listen to me, okay?”
“Yes,” said Ricky, reaching up and pulling Jackson down with him, their bodies colliding as they hit the mattress, Jackson’s hair sprinkling water all over. It glittered in the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the skylight above the bed. Lips, teeth, and tongue crashed together, and Ricky moaned into Jackson’s mouth. Jackson could feel Ricky’s erection poking into his belly insistently, begging for more. Jackson reached down and grasped at it, gently massaging his cock as they rocked their bodies together, Ricky’s body language begging for more.
“Okay, now I want you to turn over,” Jackson said, his voice low and growly in his throat, “And I want you to show me that ass. It’s so delicious; you know you want me to taste it.”
Ricky complied, turning over and pointing his bum in the air, wiggling slightly. It was round, pale and covered in hair — just how Jackson liked it.
“Perfect,” Jackson said, “and you just can’t wait for me to fill that juicy ass with my cock, I know what you’re feeling. Desperate to get off, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” said Ricky, “please, I can’t take it anymore,” he begged.
“Your Omega hormones,” said Jackson, before licking a stripe up Ricky’s left ass cheek, “they’re driving you insane.” He did the same on the other side, before moving away to grab the lube that he kept in his bedside drawer. It was almost full, he had bought it a year ago and seldom used it, only on himself as he was so focused on bringing up his child and on his business, he never had the time for another person. Until now.
He squirted out a liberal amount onto his hand, and then
knelt behind his new lover and pressed some lube against Ricky’s entrance. Ricky shuddered, the cold lube in stark contrast to his skin, burning up with lust.
“This could be a little uncomfortable at first,” said Jackson, pressing the pads of his fingers against Ricky’s entrance while snaking the other arm around him to pleasure his member. “But this is gonna feel so good, after a few seconds, you’re going to forget all about it, and just focus on me fucking you with my cock.”
Ricky arched his back and shivered as Jackson inserted one, and then two fingers into Ricky, kissing and licking all around his ass as he did so, brushing his prostate, and he bucked his hips, feeling one of the most powerful sensations of pleasure he had ever experienced in his life.
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