Omega Wanted: Bad Boy Mpreg Romance

by Stephan James

  “Okay.” said Ricky, his voice a little far off. Jackson was slightly confused, but he quickly forgot anything about it as they drifted off to other subjects. They kissed briefly in the car before Jackson got up, opened the door for Ricky, and they walked together into the office. Ricky was humming and smiling to himself as he started to make Jackson his first cup of coffee. He bristled slightly as Eduardo Alfonso Aquinas walked in. He didn’t like having Jackson with him. He had seen Eduardo flirting with Jackson before, a long time ago, before it even really mattered, and that still bothered him.

  Jackson was sitting at his desk reading the paper when Eduardo sashayed in.

  “Hello,” said Jackson, rising to greet him.

  They shook hands, and Eduardo was lingering to release his hand. Jackson smiled. He would see if he could get a good deal out of this one.

  Eduardo kept moving his chair on the other side of Jackson’s desk progressively closer, and Jackson didn’t say anything. Just as Ricky was coming in with two cups of coffee, he caught Eduardo rubbing his foot along Jackson’s leg. Jackson looked up and saw Ricky drop the tray of coffee and bolt back to his office.

  “I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Jackson said to Eduardo, standing as he did so. “This is inappropriate.”

  “You didn’t mind before, senior,” he said, petulantly. “Ignore him, he is just jealous, that is all, please, sit, and we can finish this deal.”

  “I’m sure he is jealous, and rightly so,” said Jackson, “he’s my boyfriend.”

  “That is inappropriate,” said Eduardo, “He’s only a secretary. I could make you happy. We could become rich together, reconsider.”

  “Get. Out.” Jackson snarled. Eduardo got up and left, as if wounded.

  “Ricky,” said Jackson, gently. “Come out of there.”

  “I trusted you.”

  “It’s not what you think.”

  “I saw enough.”

  “You saw a man try to make a move on me,” said Jackson, “and it was inappropriate. The deal is off. Ricky…”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want to talk to you.”

  “We have nothing to discuss,” said Ricky.

  “Please?”

  “Why should I listen to you?”

  “Because I… Ricky, I don’t want to have this conversation through a door. Come on out.”

  “I’m covered in coffee.”

  “So is my office.”

  “No.”

  Jackson had had enough. He leapt forwards into his bear form and, growling low in his throat, crashed through the door, breaking the small bolt lock. Ricky leapt up, startled.

  Jackson shrunk back down into his human form again, and his expression softened.

  “Ricky. Do you really think that I would do this to you?”

  “I didn’t think you would, but—”

  “And I didn’t, it was Eduardo. He kept moving closer, and I wanted to make the business deal, so I just let him, and I was just…”

  “Next time,” said Ricky, pointing a finger at Jackson, “You’re going to reject him or anybody similar outright. You’re not going to sit by and let them flirt with you, you’re taken, and you’re just as much mine as I am yours. And if I’m even coming home with you today you’d sure as hell promise me this because right now, I don’t know. I don’t even know.”

  “I promise,” said Jackson. “I’m so sorry. I know I screwed up. But I wasn’t flirting with him—“

  “You were letting it happen!”

  “I— I told you why, and I know it was wrong. You know what? Let’s call environmental services to clean all this up, and let’s go home. Ricky — uh, what’s that smell?”

  “Uh…”

  “You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I warned you. However, I absolutely don’t want to have sex with you right now.”

  “I understand.”

  “I just… I’m sorry. I’m really emotional right now, it’s a wreck, and I’m sorry I flipped out.”

  “And I’m sorry I let this happen,” said Jackson. “Come here, give me a hug.”

  “Okay.” Ricky shuffled over morosely and let Jackson wrap him up in his arms. “Let’s go home.”

  They made their way back home and Ricky mumbled his excuses before fleeing upstairs to take a shower. Jackson sat down on the couch, putting his head on his hands. As far as what people did to each other in relationships, he hadn’t even screwed up all that majorly. Still, he knew that he had made a royal mess of things. It was hard to believe that only three months into their relationship something like this had already happened. He should have realized, of course, that flirting to get a good business deal was vastly different when you were single versus in a relationship. In both cases, it wasn’t really right. However, in the second case, three people were involved and that made it even worse. He sighed.

  Ricky came down the stairs in his pajamas, and made a beeline for the basement.

  “What’re you doing?” Jackson asked.

  “Hanging out down here alone for a bit,” said Ricky, creeping away.

  Right. Ricky was in heat, but angry with Jackson, so he’d rather hide and wait it out than actually give into it. It made sense, but Jackson didn’t like it one bit. It was punishing both of them. He sighed and flopped over on the couch, waiting for Samuel to get off the bus from kindergarten.

  “Where’s Ricky?” is the first thing that Samuel said when he got off the bus.

  “He and I have a disagreement about something, so he decided to make alone time in the basement until he feels better.”

  “Oh. I can’t go say hi to him, then?”

  “Nope. Neither can I.”

  “But… he’s your boyfriend?”

  “And he’s your friend, but right now, nobody can go see him until he says it’s okay. Why do you like Ricky so much?” asked Jackson, curious.

  “I feel like I have two dads instead of just one,” said Samuel, jumping onto the end of the couch and peering up at Jackson. Jackson just stared at Samuel.

  “I’m supposed to have two dads, right?” asked Samuel.

  Jackson sighed. He had told Samuel about Adam a few times, but he always tried to keep it factual. Almost everybody Samuel knew at school had two parents, and he was always asking why he didn’t have a mom, at first. He even called his grandma “mom” at one point, to try to fill that void. It was easy to explain why Samuel didn’t have a mom.

  “I’m gay, kiddo,” Jackson had explained, around the fifth time Samuel asked. The answer, “you just don’t,” didn’t seem to cut it.

  “What’s that?” asked Samuel, then a three year old.

  “You remember how in the stories the princess falls in love with the prince?” asked Jackson, smiling. They were in a Disney movie phase, where everything was princesses, princes, and dragons.

  “Yeah,” said Samuel, “I remember, Dad.”

  “Well I’m like that except I like princes better.”

  “Me too.”

  “Do you wanna live happily ever after with a prince?”

  “Maybe,” Samuel said, “but I think I want a princess in my house, they’re pretty and, and, and, they’re nice to look at.”

  Jackson had laughed then, a deep laugh that Samuel joined in with, although he wouldn’t understand just how funny his last sentence was.

  “Dad?” asked Samuel. Jackson brought his attention back to the present. “I’m supposed to have two dads, right?” he asked again.

  “You had two dads at one point, kiddo,” said Jackson, “but you only need one dad. Maybe, someday, you can call Ricky dad. But that’s a long ways off. You’ve done just fine with only one dad, and that’s me. And I’ve been here forever.”

  “But I want two. Can Ricky be my dad?”

  “That’s a loaded question, kid,” said Jackson, internally groaning. Ricky was almost not even his boyfriend anymore, but he hoped that would work out okay. “How about a simpler one: do you w
ant pancakes?”

  “Yes!” said Samuel, “get up, Dad!”

  Ricky shuffled up the stairs when Samuel and Jackson were eating pancakes for dinner.

  “I set up a plate just special for you,” Samuel proclaimed, showing off a misshapen pancake he had proudly poured onto the skillet and flipped himself.

  “Thanks, Sam,” said Ricky, smiling. He was bleary eyed, and he looked like he had been crying, but he seemed to be a lot more composed. “I was thinking, is Dottie busy?”

  “Dottie? My mom?”

  “Grandma!” said Samuel.

  “Yeah,” said Ricky. “Well, I wanna have a nice long talk with your Dad, and it would be really boring for you to be here. Maybe Grandma Dottie could take you for the night.”

  Jackson froze. This did not sound good. He braced himself for screaming and yelling, perhaps. Instead of saying anything, he just said. “I’ll call her.”

  Dottie sounded wary of the whole thing, but offered to take Sam out to the movies and for a sleepover.

  “Can I eat popcorn with Grandma?” he asked Jackson.

  “Just popcorn,” said Jackson, “you know you’re not supposed to eat a lot of candy, it’s bad for you.”

  “Grandma lets me have whatever I want,” said Samuel, smiling at Ricky.

  “Well, have fun with your Grandma, and your Dad and I will see you tomorrow afternoon!” said Ricky, smiling. As soon as Samuel was out of the house, he pounced on Jackson, ripping off his tie and popping off every single button on his shirt in a frenzy to get him undressed.

  “Hold on a second, please,” said Jackson, slightly thrown off balance, “what’s going on?”

  “I’m horny, goddamnit,” said Ricky.

  “No, slow down. We need to talk about what happened.”

  “Fine.”

  “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to be mad at me, and I don’t want us to just forget this happened because it did and it was wrong and —“

  “I’m not mad anymore,” said Ricky, “but you’d better not do it again. And I know exactly how you can make things better.”

  “Oh?”

  “Fuck me until you get me pregnant,” whispered Ricky, in Jackson’s ear.

  “What?”

  “Oh, come on,” said Ricky, “you’re a great father; I see how you are with Samuel. And our child would be so precious.”

  Jackson’s face dropped, and Ricky looked at him searchingly.

  “What’s wrong, what did I say? Are you okay?”

  “Adam left me when he got pregnant.”

  “I’m not Adam.”

  “This scares me.”

  “We’re all scared of life,” said Ricky, wisely, “but you know what? Fuck it. Let’s make a baby, you, and me. I want this. Besides, you’ll have to keep me around.”

  “Not like I was planning on turfing you out,” said Jackson. “You know what Samuel said today? He wants you to be his dad.”

  “I’d like that too,” said Ricky, kissing Jackson. “Now get on with it, before I die of lust.”

  “That would be a funny cause of death for the coroner to have to write out,” said Jackson, chuckling and kissing him back.

  “Goddamnit, I mean it,” said Ricky, mocking angrily.

  “I prefer your fake anger to your real anger,” said Jackson. “The former is arousing, the second is… terrifying.”

  “Oh, so you do get scared.”

  “I—“

  “I scared the big, bad Alpha. My oh my.”

  “Oh, come on,” said Jackson, “I kill all the spiders you’re too afraid to touch.”

  “Let’s get going,” said Ricky, “I’m dying here.”

  “Gotcha,” said Jackson, laughing. The Omega’s heady pheromones were affecting him in a similar manner, and he ached to feel himself inside his lover. They scrambled upstairs and Jackson tackled Ricky down to the bed. They were both laughing, connected in a tangle of arms and legs, lips, tongue and the occasional bite as Jackson found a particularly succulent spot on his lover’s body.

  “Get up,” he ordered, suddenly.

  “What?” asked Ricky.

  “I want you bent over something,” he said, “brace your hands on our dresser, perhaps.”

  Ricky sprang to it, and Jackson grinned. He was so horny, so hot, and so eager to please. Jackson was lapping it all up.

  Ricky’s pale, round ass was sticking straight up in the air, and Jackson couldn’t help but slap it lightly, seeing it jiggle and turn slightly red.

  “Let me try something,” said Jackson, going for giving Ricky a rim job. He hadn’t done that before. Ricky had a hairy, delicious ass, and Jackson wasn’t quite sure why he hadn’t tasted it yet, but he had to put that right. Parting his ass cheeks, Jackson started to kiss and lick around Ricky’s hole. Ricky moaned and arched his back, begging for more stimulation, and Jackson smirked. He reached to grab Ricky’s member, knowing the intense feelings Ricky was already experiencing as a result of his heat would be driving him wild, and continued to eat Ricky’s ass.

  Finally, Jackson couldn’t wait any longer. He had been playing the part of the gentleman and attending to his lover, however, he himself had needs and his cock was aching for more. Jackson grabbed the lube and coated himself with it, and then rubbed some between his hands, warming it up before he could work Ricky open. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was able to bury himself in Ricky, pounding in and out as Ricky gasped for breath and clung onto the dresser for dear life.

  “Do you like that,” asked Jackson, panting, “do you like being bent over my dresser and fucked raw?”

  “Yes, Jackson,” Ricky said, “Oh!” he gasped, as Jackson’s member hit his prostate in a particularly pleasing manner.

  “Mm, it sounds like you liked that,” said Jackson, “don’t be afraid to make noise, mm, you know it drives me crazy.”

  In response, Ricky whimpered low in his throat, and Jackson felt his cock pulse with more need. He sped up, spurred on by Ricky’s vocalizations, and spilled his seed in Ricky’s ass, grunting as he did. Ricky got up and rubbed his elbows before flopping down on the bed. Jackson realized how hard Ricky had been fighting to brace himself on the bureau.

  “More,” said Ricky, pathetically, “I’m still hard.”

  “Hm,” said Jackson, “you Omegas are ridiculous.”

  “I know.”

  “Here, let’s try this.”

  Jackson positioned Ricky at the edge of the bed and worked into him with his fingers, feeling him slick with the lube that he had applied only minutes before, and with semen, still hot.

  “Let’s give you a little more to think about,” said Jackson, licking his lips. He inserted one, two, three fingers into Ricky. His prostate was easy to find, swollen now like the size of a walnut and ready to burst forth with what Jackson was sure would be a spectacular orgasm, whenever he could coax it out of his lover. Jackson took Ricky’s cock in his mouth and started to bob up and down, while crooking his fingers back and forth and brushing the spot that made Ricky moan and whimper.

  Jackson could feel his arousal growing again, his balls pulling up tight against his cock and his pelvic muscles once again growing tense. Ricky’s head was lolling back, and he was moaning with the frustration he was experiencing. He lifted his head off Ricky’s cock to speak, and Ricky whimpered in protest with the loss of stimulation.

  “Poor, poor Omega. I could just leave you like this, suffering with need, practically mewling with the urge to come, and I could just walk away for a few minutes and you’d be absolutely helpless.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “However, your pheromones are so intoxicating; I don’t feel like I could leave just now. You want me in you, don’t you?”

  “Y-yes,” said Ricky, gasping slightly as Jackson wiggled his fingers a little bit. “Please, do it now.”

  Jackson positioned himself at Ricky’s entrance and pushed slowly into him, rocking comfortably back and forth, slowly sliding his enti
re length in and out of Ricky, who was panting beneath him, bucking his hips to try to maximize the stimulation.

  “Oh you naughty, naughty boy,” said Jackson, “You’re so needy, aren’t you?”

  Ricky wasn’t really able to answer, which sent another wave of arousal to shock Jackson’s cock. The fact that he was able to work this man into such a state of delectable debauchery stoked his ego immensely.