“You filthy, filthy boy,” crooned Jackson, smirking, “this is a long way to go for the first time.”
“Please,” moaned Ricky, “stop teasing, me, I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t—“
“Don’t what?” asked Jackson, evilly.
“If you don’t fill me up right now with your cock and pound the living daylights out of me,” said Ricky, with wild abandon.
“You got it,” said Jackson, positioning himself against Ricky’s entrance and slowly pressing forwards. Ricky moaned, low in his throat. With a grunt, Jackson thrust himself the rest of the way in, and Ricky shrieked. Jackson stopped for a second, to make sure that he wasn’t hurting Ricky, and then began to slide his length in and out, slowly, but increasing in rhythm the more vocal Ricky got.
“I love that filthy noise you’re making,” said Jackson, “it’s such a turn on. Moan for me, Ricky,” he said, “there’s no shame in being loud.”
Ricky grunted low in his throat, bracing himself harder on his elbows as Jackson picked up even more speed. Jackson could feel his balls contracting tightly, pulling up closer and closer to his shaft, and he knew he couldn’t hold out longer.
“I’m going to come,” said Jackson, thrusting himself vigorously into Ricky, “I hope you’re ready.”
“Mm, yes,” said Ricky, his voice muffled. Jackson realized that he was biting a pillow to keep from being too loud. “Let it all out, Ricky, scream.”
Ricky was being vocal now, just the way Jackson liked it. It was that noise that took him over the edge. With a roar, he pounded into Ricky and collapsed over his back, feeling the pulsing in his cock and balls as he filled Ricky with his seed. After an impressive orgasm, by his standards, he pulled out slowly and wiped himself off, before lying down next to Ricky.
“Jackson?”
“Mm?”
Ricky flopped over pathetically to reveal his raging erection.
“Save me.”
“Dude, you’ve got to let me recover a little bit!” said Jackson. “I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”
Once Jackson got to the bathroom, he called his mom.
“Hey, Dottie?”
‘Yes?”
“How’s Samuel?”
“We’re having a grand time, we just got lunch at the Aquarium Cafe and I was going to bring him home next.”
“I’m, uh, having an emergency at the office?”
“Oh?”
“Can you take him overnight?”
“Sure, honey! Enjoy your date!” said Dottie, and hung up. Jackson groaned. His mother was a laser brained old lawyer, and she never saw through any of his lies. He put his phone back in the pants pocket that he had, from when he had shucked off his clothes, and he washed his face before going back to bed, and Ricky.
Jackson knew that Omega men in heat took a lot of stimulation to get off, but he was already guessing that Ricky would take more than average. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful, because truly, he was, it’s just that he hadn’t been with anybody really since Adam, and was unsure of how he would hold up to that kind of marathon activity. It was a good thing Sam wasn’t going to be home, he thought.
“Did you just… call somebody?” asked Ricky.
“Yeah, I’m just making sure Samuel won’t be back here til tomorrow morning,” said Jackson, getting back in bed next to Ricky. “I want to have you all to myself, no distractions.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Ricky, cuddling closer to Jackson. “You know, I never thought I’d have this in my life.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” said Ricky. “Call me crazy, but I was so scared to death of all of this. I know this is sudden, and crazy, and completely out of character for me, but I’ve been… I’ve been living inside a little box, under a rock, just… blocking everybody out because I was so scared, so scared and ashamed of what I am, and—“
“Ricky,” said Jackson, “I understand, it’s okay. Everybody gets nervous, and some find their footing a little later in life than others. But I’m glad you’re here with me now, okay? And I can’t promise a forever, but in the now, I’m so fucking happy to be here with you.”
Ricky cuddled closer to Jackson; the warmth from his body was an unusual, but calming sensation to Jackson, who relaxed into his touch. Jackson could just stay there for a few hours, but Ricky was insistent on a certain matter.
“Jackson, I hate to bother you, I know you’re resting, but I reeeeaaaally need your help with something.”
“And I’m sure I can guess what,” smirked Jackson. “But first, I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“I’m sure the rock you’ve been living under hasn’t been big enough that you don’t know what a blow-job is, Ricky,” he said.
“A blow-job,” said Ricky, sitting up and considering this. “Okay. Where do I start?”
“Let me get comfy first,” said Jackson, “I want to enjoy the view.” Jackson settled himself lying on his back, with his head and shoulders propped up by pillows. He raised his hands above his head and looked at Ricky, kind of surveying the view.
“But first, come up here and kiss me,” he said. Ricky hurried to obey. They kissed slowly at first; Ricky caressed Jackson’s head like a final frontier of discovery, tenderly running his fingers through the cropped dark blonde hair that was already flecked with grey at the temples. Jackson deepened the kiss, exploring Ricky’s mouth with his tongue, sliding over each other sensuously. The kiss got hungrier, more passionate. Then Jackson pushed away, and whispered in Ricky’s ear, “go a little further south.”
Ricky must have watched some porn, at least, because he knew what that meant. He slowly started kissing down Jackson’s neck, licking a long stripe from chin to ear before nibbling delicately on his earlobe. Jackson thought it was a little sloppy, but nice. He was looking forwards to doing this more often with Ricky, who was obviously a fast learner.
“Mmm, lower,” Jackson said, prompting Ricky to explore his chest and trail his hands along Jackson’s belly, touching the fine hairs that lead down to his package. Already, Jackson’s cock was stiffening, and he was itching with anticipation for Ricky to move even further down. It was taking too long. Jackson took a hand out from behind his head and gently nudged Ricky’s head closer to his member, which was standing half hard expectantly, waiting for Ricky’s ministrations.
“Go slow, use your hands and mouth and enjoy yourself,” Jackson said, low in his throat. “How does that sound.”
“Okay,” said Ricky, nervously. A newly deflowered man, with no experience with cock, a recipe for nervousness, indeed.
“What do you do to your own cock? What have you dreamed of?” asked Jackson. “Think of things that turn you on, mm, you’ve got some ideas, I’m sure.”
“Gotcha,” said Ricky, kneeling between Jackson’s spread legs and cupping his balls in one hand. “Let’s see,” he said, grabbing at Jackson’s cock and pulling a little too hard. Jackson winced, and Ricky noticed. “Sorry,” he said.
“Go on,” said Jackson, smiling.
Ricky started to pump Jackson’s cock while using his mouth to gently start exploring the head. Jackson relaxed into the movements, which were slowly getting more rhythmic and sure. A good job by a first timer, that’s for sure. Ricky moved his hand and licked a stripe up from the base to the tip of the back of his penis, and Jackson realized this could be good, very good indeed. He waited until his cock was hard enough, and then he sat up, which prompted Ricky to kneel back up and look at him with eyes asking if he did okay.
“Fantastic, but practice makes perfect, and I’m willing to be your test object,” laughed Jackson, kissing Ricky. “Are you ready for round two?”
They made love slowly this time, changing up their positions and getting comfortable with each other once more. Ricky, although desperate for release, was doing the best he could to just be in the moment with Jackson. Jackson and Ricky were spooning, Jackson penetrating
Ricky from behind and planting soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.
“Tell me what you want,” said Jackson, thrusting shallow strokes into Ricky.
“Harder,” said Ricky, “deeper, but not faster, not just yet.”
Jackson adjusted his strokes, thrusting more vigorously and more deeply, but keeping the rhythm around the same.
“How about you straddle me?” asked Jackson, smirking. He wanted to see Ricky’s face when he came. After all, Ricky hadn’t came the first time. Getting an Omega in heat off, was a task, a task indeed, but one look at Ricky’s face said he was close to coming undone. Ricky reluctantly slid off Jackson’s cock, and Jackson rolled on his back, guiding his member back into Ricky’s hole once more. Now Ricky had complete control over the speed and angle. Jackson reached up and grasped Ricky’s cock in his fist, pumping up and down quickly. Ricky had to brace himself on his hands, and gasped for air. His face was getting red indeed, and his balls were straining, pushed right up against the base of his cock. Jackson smiled. He was so, so very close.
Jackson took his other hand and fondled Ricky’s balls, before reaching behind and finding the smooth area right between his balls and his entrance. Jackson ran his fingers lightly along the area, and Ricky bucked and began to bounce up and down faster and faster, riding Jackson’s cock. He was mewling like a kitten now, with no shame for he was so close, and so desperate. Jackson knew he would need to step it up if he was going to come at the same time. He started bucking his hips, pushing up as Ricky came down. With the final hard stroke, Jackson’s cock dragged along Ricky’s prostate, and he came, grunting hard. His semen spewed in ropes across Jackson’s belly. Ricky’s hole clenching around Jackson’s cock, with the force of his orgasm helped to send Jackson over the edge, and he growled as he came inside Ricky. Then he pulled out, finally satisfied and soft, and pulled Ricky down to kiss him. They lay together, intertwined, filthy with sweat and semen but not wanting to move.
“That was quite the experience,” Ricky laughed. “It feels weird, but I suppose I should say thank you.”
“Well, you’re welcome,” said Jackson, chuckling. “For a first timer, that was really good. Would you be up to do it again?” “Yes,” said Ricky, quickly. Jackson laughed, and kissed him.
“How about we go get cleaned up?”
“Sounds good to me,” Ricky said. “Can we use your bathtub?”
“Let’s just rinse off in the shower first, okay?”
Ricky stood, and winced. “Wow, my ass really took a beating,” he said.
“Don’t say it wasn’t worth it,” said Jackson with a smirk.
“Of course it was,” he said, “I’m just rather sore, is all.”
“Oh, that would be expected the first time,” Jackson said. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.”
Jackson and Ricky raced to the bathroom and were sluiced clean with the shower water. Jackson took the time to wash Ricky’s hair, slowly, massaging his scalp and making sure he explored every inch of his new lover’s head. “I think we’ve bonded,” he said, simply.
“How do Alpha and Omega bonds work?” asked Ricky.
“They’re just like any other type of bond that occurs in nature,” said Jackson, “nobody really knows how or why they work. They can be broken, but that process is painful. I’ve been through it before; it felt like losing a limb, in a sense.”
“I see.”
“Can you feel it?”
“I think so. I feel… like I belong.”
When Dotty brought Samuel home, their house had a new occupant.
“This is my uh, friend Ricky,” Jackson said, introducing Ricky to his mom. Dotty fussed and clucked, and generally carried on until she finally had to leave to get her nails done.
“Goodbye, darling,” she said, kissing Ricky on both cheeks and flouncing out of the house.
“She’s a very nice lady,” said Ricky, admiringly.
“You like being the center of attention, don’t you?”
“You know it,” smirked Ricky.
“Ricky’s here! Forever!” said Samuel, running around in circles.
“Okay, all, time to go to the office;” said Jackson, “I’m going to be late because of you two.”
“And Grandma,” supplied Samuel.
“It’s mainly Grandma’s fault,” said Ricky, laughing. And off they went.
Next Sunday, Dottie took Samuel again early in the morning, which gave Ricky and Jackson the chance to go back to bed.
“We were really hurried last time,” said Jackson, “but I think your ass has recovered by now to try this again, slower.”
“Mm, that sounds good,” said Ricky.
“Just let me take care of a couple things, and then I’ll be right up, okay?” said Jackson.
“Mmm,” said Ricky, rubbing his eyes and flopping back up the stairs. He wasn’t even truly awake, but Jackson was. Living with a five year old had given him a very different sleep cycle from the former bachelor.
Jackson strode into the kitchen, humming to himself. There was pretty much only one meal that he knew how to cook, and that was pancakes.
Jackson also needed time to think. The more he thought about it, he was pretty certain that he was bonded to Ricky, but he didn’t feel the same as it was with Adam, so maybe it would take more time. Adam went through heat three times with Jackson before they formed their connection, and it took years before that connection was broken before Adam left. It was a scary prospect, eternal bonding with another human, and while those bonds could be severed, it was an excruciating process. It was good that Samuel was a baby during the worst of it, because otherwise, he would have been a very absent father. It was good Samuel couldn’t remember.
“What is the cutest thing I can possibly come up with to do for Ricky,” was a theme in his mind as far as how the day would go. He had to get Ricky to really, really like him. He worried that their first encounter was forced, or driven some way by the intoxicating hormones that an Omega in heat produces. However, this time, there would be nothing to cloud their judgment, except perhaps some alcohol. Alcohol happened to be one of Jackson’s guilty pleasures when Samuel wasn’t home. That, and sex, which sounded like a great combination with Ricky in the house.
The pancake batter was done, and Jackson started to spoon out big globs of dough onto the skillet on the cook top. While he was waiting for them to cook, he melted some chocolate and put it in a big bowl, and made a plate of strawberries. This was going to be good. It would be sticky, tasty, and they’d definitely need a bath afterwards. Humming slightly to himself, he flipped the pancakes, grabbed them off the skillet, and put them all together on the tray with the strawberries. Finally, for good measure, he grabbed two glasses and the pitcher of mimosa that he had made the night before from the refrigerator. Perfect. He hoped that Ricky liked his little romantic overture. It was all to win over the sweet Omega. Romance wasn’t Jackson’s strong suit, but he hoped it was the thought that counts.
With one last, ridiculous thought, he dipped a finger in the chocolate sauce and smeared some on his lips. He would definitely be a hit. It was too bad he didn’t really want to get chocolate on his pajamas, because otherwise, chocolate smeared on his cock could be a good incentive for Ricky to suck it clean. He could try that later, though.
“Ricky?” Jackson called, “Ricky?”
The sound that Ricky made was a subhuman, depraved moan. Jackson’s mouth twitched upwards in the ghost of a smile.
“Ricky, please wake up,” said Jackson, "that's kinda creepy. Also, I made you pancakes.”
“Pancakes?" asked Ricky, blearily.
Jackson looked down at the small, sleepy omega in his bed and wondered how in hell he ever got so lucky. It was funny, seeing somebody in this vulnerable state. It’s now how you see a person when you first go on a date with them, or bump into them in an office, as was the case between Jackson and Ricky. They had both been wearing suits and ties, and were well groomed. Seeing Ricky sprawled
in bed with his pajamas on, a rosy sleepy glow on his face, gave Jackson a new insight into this amazing man.
“Come on, I got chocolate and strawberries too.”
“I’m allergic.”
“What?”
“I am allergic to strawberries.” said Ricky, sitting up.
“Shit!" said Jackson, fumbling. He put the tray down on the bedside table and grabbed the bowl of strawberries, sprinting down the stairs and putting the strawberries in the garbage bin. He walked back up to their bedroom, trying to compose himself.
“Are you okay?” he asked Ricky.
“Are you okay? It’s not an airborne allergy; I should have said something along those lines.”
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