by Willa Okati
Silence fell, broken only by the soft shushing noise of Coby’s fingers moving lightly across his. Without his permission, Darian’s hand flexed, and somehow Coby took that as permission to link them lightly together. He still looked so faraway, though. Darian couldn’t tell and Coby’s scent wasn’t giving away much in the way of hints.
“Did you learn to control that?” Darian asked. “Most Omegas can’t.”
“Mm. Seemed safer. You’re right. It wasn’t like that for me. I woke up that first day…” Coby’s eyelids fluttered shut and he swallowed hard. “I woke up wet. You know? I thought it was the dream I’d been having… it wasn’t. I’d… opened. I reached down looking for those inches and I found this tight pocket between my balls and my ass instead, all puffy and swollen and --”
He shuddered to a stop, lip caught hard between his teeth -- and would you look at that, he didn’t have perfect control over his scent. Memories of what that must have felt like damn near wafted out of his pores.
“I fucked myself on my own fingers,” Coby said in a rush, eyes shut tight and cheeks red. “I came, and I fucked myself some more, and I came, and I came. I made the biggest mess, and I made the whole house stink like we were renting rooms by the hour.”
Darian scowled. Yeah, he bet he knew who’d phrased it like that, and if he ever crossed paths with any member of Coby’s family they were going to have some words nobody but him would enjoy. And by words, he meant punches being thrown, but whatever. Coby wasn’t done yet.
God, Coby had started panting. Darian watched him, a little awed. What did that feel like, for an Omega? An Alpha wanted to give, give, give, but an Omega -- did they walk around with that kind of hunger gnawing at them all the time? Alphas could take the edge off with willing partners, but did Omegas dream, every night, of being fucked until they were satisfied? When they did fuck, was it enough?
He licked his lips. “And then?”
Coby dropped his head onto his forearm. He shifted his hips, trying to be subtle about it, but a man that big couldn’t hide it when he’d gone hard. “Checked into a strip motel and fucked myself until I was coming dry. I put on a hoodie big enough to hide my face and went into a shop and bought some things, and they still weren’t enough.” His hips shifted, and the smell of Omega arousal grew stronger. “Nothing ever was.”
It was already a hot night, but Darian’s skin went warm and damp with sweat. He rested his hand on Coby’s forearm to ground him. “Okay. That sucked.”
Coby snorted. “Tell me about it.”
“But it was different the first time you had an Alpha,” Darian said. “That helped some, didn’t it?”
Coby went very, very still, and very, very quiet.
Darian didn’t get it at first. Every now and then he could be slow, and pizza/tequila/pot/being horny as hell didn’t do his brain many favors. When he did, he jerked back before he could stop himself, because damn it, he could feel the sharp spike of embarrassment coming from Coby right away at that.
He wasn’t. He couldn’t be. A man who looked like that, Omega or not --
Not possible.
Darian opened his mouth to ask anyway and caught himself barely a breath away from blurting it out like an asshole. He tapped one fingertip on Coby’s forearm to get his attention, to let him know he might have been surprised, but for shit’s sake, not judging. Who the fuck was he to judge?
But he did need to know this, because everything else that hadn’t made sense before would now, if he was right.
“You’ve never been with anyone, have you?” Darian lifted himself on his elbow because he needed to look down at Coby and study him when he answered. “Open your eyes. Look at me. You’ve never had sex, have you? Real sex.”
Coby shook his head. “Who’d want me?”
“Anybody with half a working brain,” Darian snapped back. “I told you before. You’re not a freak.” He slid upward a few more inches to take Coby’s chin in his hand, wanting that attention fixed good and firm on him. With the height difference between them that meant his leg came up too and slipped between Coby’s, but he didn’t pay it any real mind. “You. Are not. A freak. Maybe you don’t believe yourself when you say that, but you’d better believe me. Get that?”
Coby’s mouth had fallen open as Darian spoke, and Darian thought at first it was the speech. And maybe it was. In part.
But a small part.
Slowly, uncertainly -- and Darian had plenty of time to move out of the way, dumbass, he didn’t know why he didn’t -- Coby let his legs slide apart, easing Darian down into the cradle between them. His hand shook as he reached up to slide his fingers through Darian’s hair, and the way he looked at Darian made Darian wish he’d been a better person.
He absolutely hadn’t. He caught Coby’s wrist and though he wasn’t strong enough to move his arm out of the way, he could keep him from moving forward. “Don’t.”
Hurt flashed over Coby’s face, but he came back quick. He was learning. “Why not?” He twisted his wrist free, not that Darian had been holding it all that hard and slid his fingers through Darian’s hair. “I want --”
“Your hormones want. Big difference.”
“Not from here.” Coby licked his lips. For someone who hadn’t managed to make eye contact less than a day before, he sure had a handle on it now. “I want you.” He lifted one knee, bringing it between them and barely against Darian’s crotch. Still shy, but not nearly as shy as would be smart, he flexed his thigh muscles just enough to hint at a ride. “You want me too.”
“No shit I do. Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.”
“Why not? I told you, I don’t know anything. But I want to learn.” Coby rubbed his thumb behind Darian’s ear, looking at him like he was special or some kind of shit. “I want you to teach me.”
Darian leaned back out of Coby’s touch and raked at his own hair, but too riveted to look away from him. Judas fuck, he was an Alpha’s wet dream. Hot-blooded and hard and from the smell of him, easing open. Pink and willing and on the edge of begging for it. “You don’t want me to teach you this.”
“I do.”
For fuck’s sake. Darian grabbed both of Coby’s wrists, squeezing hard this time. “Okay, why? Why me?”
“Because you know how to be true to yourself.”
“Yeah. An Alpha.”
“I know.” Coby was winding him in, slowly, inch by inch, with those long arms; somehow, he’d ended up lying on his back again, but he’d brought Darian with him until Darian had to brace his forearms on the floor and they were nearly nose to nose. “You can’t teach me how to be an Omega. But I can find out what it’s like to be an Omega from someone who gives a damn. And…”
He lost his words then, shaking his head instead, pleading with Darian to understand.
The bitch of it was that Darian did. He closed his eyes, letting everything going on here play through his head. Coby wanted someone who could teach him how to be true to himself, and glad to be that way no matter what anyone else thought -- rough like him, or sweet like Coby was on the inside.
“Don’t make me beg,” Coby said, moving so that Darian settled between the cradle of his legs. “But if I have to, I will.”
He would too. Darian couldn’t answer that out loud, and did the only thing he could instead, the thing he’d wanted to since the day they’d fucking met if he was honest with himself: he brought their heads together, put his mouth to Coby’s, and kissed him with everything he had. Kissed the hell out of him and didn’t stop.
No turning back now for either of them.
* * *
Coby arched up, kissing back -- and fuck, he really was a virgin. Darian hadn’t been kissed like that since before he’d met the guy, all uncertain slides and tentative tongue and zigging left when he should zig right. Clumsy as hell, and he knew it. He broke away, his face cherry red. “I told you I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s all right,” Darian said. “I do.”
Bec
ause he wanted to -- and now he was letting himself want, he really wanted to -- he kissed Coby again, teaching him like he’d promised this time. How to tilt his head, how to give way, when to push back. The way tongues should slide and stroke instead of blindly jab, the way teeth didn’t have to crack against each other. How to go deep, and wet, and to copy what it felt like to fuck and be fucked.
God -- damn it. Darian’d had a purpose in mind when he started this. He distinctly remembered that but following through took more than he’d thought it would. He waited for Coby to be good and out of breath before he took hold of the man’s wrists and held both hard, jolting him out of the moment on purpose. “One of the things I know is when to set some ground rules. That happens first. Understand?”
Coby was strong enough to fight back, but there were instincts there too, and he didn’t. He let Darian pin him and stared up with his eyes wide enough to see the whites around those gold irises. “You didn’t strike me as the type.”
Fuck, a man could drown in eyes like…
Darian shook it off. Focus, damn it.
“I’m whatever type I want to be when I want it. There’s things you need to know, and I need to know you know.” He made sure Coby was tracking before he went on. “You and me, this isn’t the usual. We’ve got history and chemistry and matching hard-ons, but I’m not looking to fall in love with anyone. What you’re feeling right now? That’s hormones. Don’t go thinking you’re in love with me. All right?”
Had to be said. Good sex, if you wanted it to be good, had to come with hard truths sometimes.
Hurt flashed across his face, but Coby had enough sense and sanity in left amidst all the endorphins that it passed fast, and he moved his head to say okay, he got it, they were on the same page. “And?”
Darian put a finger to Coby’s lips. “And let me finish. I’m only going to say this once, because my God.” He rolled his hips down to check and make sure he’d assessed the situation correctly and had he ever. “Let me tell you from someone who knows, you’ve got a monster cock for an Omega and I’m seriously about to either drill you through the damn floor or flip over and ask to get drilled, so we’ve got a limited window here.”
Coby groaned and matched his grind down with a roll up before he got control of himself. Except for hands that shook, he did his best statue impersonation -- if statues could go pulsing, soaking wet between their legs, anyway. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Not into that?”
“Fuck you, I didn’t say that. I just don’t want this to be over before it starts.”
Hmm. That’d do nice things for any man’s ego, but fair point. Darian had never really liked going to town on someone who’d already blown their load. Felt too much like making use of a sex doll to him.
Not that he had to worry too much about it with Coby, not when Coby was the type to grin at him, full of mischief, and who knew how to play. The quick bastard caught the finger Darian had put to his lips, drew it into his mouth to suckle on it, then bit.
Fuck, and while he was at it, hot damn.
Darian rolled his hips down again against Coby’s groin -- seriously, any Omega or Alpha would have been proud of that kind of dick -- and yeah, they were setting a rhythm but it was good and slow, promising instead of delivering, and it kept them both hot without boiling over. Still, he tugged his finger loose and rapped Coby sharply on the nose. “Bad dog. Rule one: condoms. Both of us. Not negotiable. I’m not getting you pregnant.”
Another flash of hurt -- instincts again -- was followed by a flicker of horror, and then wryness. “Oh God. Can you imagine?”
All too damn well, and that was the problem because what the hell, Darian was so not into the daddy thing unless he was on his knees for someone with a hairy chest and a leather crop.
Moving on. “Rule two: no strings. You want to learn, and I’ll teach. We stay on good terms outside of this.”
To his surprise, Coby shook his head. “Friends,” he said. “We’re friends. Call it what it is.”
Darian wrangled that over inside his head. They didn’t know each other well enough to be friends yet, but… that didn’t make it not true. What even?
“Friends,” he agreed. “Friends who do this when they want.”
“Good.” Coby’s mouth curved up. He stretched out one long leg and hooked it over Darian’s, lazy but with intent. He’d be an octopus lay, all miles of arms and legs and Darian was very there for that. “Friends who do this whenever, as in more than once?”
“As long as one of them isn’t a pushy bottom from the jump and gives the teacher a chance to actually fucking teach.” Darian drew his wet finger down Coby’s chin, his throat, and his chest, down and down and down. “That’s rule three. I lead, you follow.”
Coby bit his lip, briefly uncertain. “If I can. If I’m okay with what you want.”
“That right there? That was the right answer.” Darian lifted Coby’s chin. Confidence sat better on his face than doubt, and that was all part of the lesson plan. “Whenever you can’t follow, you say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or ‘I’ll fucking twist your nuts off if you don’t quit it.’”
Coby covered his face, laughing too hard to even think about developing a case of nerves now. “Oh my God. Okay. Fine.”
“Good.” Darian kissed him again, because some temptations weren’t made to be resisted and Coby had the sweetest mouth now he was learning how to use it. “Lie still.”
“What --”
“Shush.” Darian lifted Coby’s hands above his head, wrists together, and pressed down. “Keep them there, out of the playing field.”
“Why?”
“Pushy question-asking bottom. Because I need room to work.” Darian studied Coby’s shirt, gave it a good sharp tug, and grinned fiercely when it ripped at the collar. Cheap cotton, easy to shred threads on once he’d gotten it started, and he parted that motherfucker like the Red Sea with his hands and his teeth, letting it come apart and fall at Coby’s sides.
Now that was a stare of awe that he’d fucking earned. Coby lifted his hands carefully and put them at Darian’s hips, a hard flex of his fingers the only clue -- besides his silence -- that he’d gotten too turned on to speak.
Excellent.
But that begged the question… Where to start? Coby had a hell of a lot of real estate to explore on him, and Darian hadn’t been with someone so much taller and broader before. Made him feel like a wildcat stuck on a redwood branch -- and good God, a man could hope that’d happen in the next round or two, anyway. Darian bent his head to press his nose to the soft spot under Coby’s jaw and breathed in deep, thoroughly satisfied when Coby gave a helpless grunt and jerked up.
Scent. That was what he wanted. What Coby would want too. “Breathe me in,” he said, pushing himself back and down inch by inch, scenting everywhere he went. Muskier at the pits, but good musk overlaid with a hint of soap. Darian had to taste that, no choice about it, and flickered the tip of his tongue wherever he wanted to put his tongue -- first, second, didn’t matter. Coby lay beneath him, but he couldn’t stop moving his hips and it made the way he smelled even more lush. Darian could have gotten drunk off it, for fuck’s sake.
But he’d better watch that and keep his head in the game. He’d gotten his dick wet plenty of times, but he’d never broken in a virgin before. Losing his own V-card had been so damn awkward he’d done his best to block it out of his memory and he wanted to give Coby a better experience.
Why? Be-fucking-cause, that was why.
Darian nosed and nuzzled his way down, but deliberately didn’t make contact with anything between waist and thigh. He got plenty of scent, especially when he and Coby wrestled his jeans down and out of the way. Coby kicked them off, putting those miles of leg to good use. Darian took in as deep a breath as he could and held it, savored it.
At first. But when he spread Coby’s legs open, his face good and in the crux of his thigh to get a deeper breath still, a glossy trail of Omega slickness sl
id down his skin and landed on Darian’s tongue. He swallowed, and -- fuck. Either he’d been with some shitty lays before or he’d had a few fakers, because tasting that damn near made his brain explode. Bursts of color filled his vision like reverse fireworks.
Holy shit. Nope, no turning back now, Darian had to have a taste of everything. He raised himself on his elbows and put his mouth over the bulging head of Coby’s cock to suck hard as he could.
Coby arched up with a cry that made Darian think he’d come, but he wrenched himself back at the last second and panted himself back down.
One word made it out through his ragged breathing: “More.”
Toppy for someone who wanted to take it, but did Darian care? Hell no. He was busy being too breathless himself to object, and far too damn hard to protest. He’d believe Coby hadn’t been with anyone before, it fit his nature, but there was such a thing as natural talent. If he could rev up the engines like this now, what would he be like with some practice?
Darian might not survive that, but it might be worth it.
And -- yes. More, all of the more. He shredded open Coby’s jockeys the same way he had the man’s shirt and got rid of his jeans while he was at it. Shorts could go as well, those wouldn’t be needed, and for good fucking measure his shirt too. They’d lost their socks and shoes somewhere between the tequila and the pizza, getting comfortable, and there wasn’t anything left between them now but sweat, Omega slick, and a matching case of need-to-fuck-right-now-now-now.
They were so close and Coby so wet that Darian really couldn’t have stopped it. His cock slid down into Coby’s cleft, not inside but kissing those hidden lips, rubbing at them and bumping the soft-swollen-open rim. Coby bowed up, arms and legs winding around Darian to clutch him tight. Exactly as Darian had wanted. He pulled back, and best believe that took some effort, and curled his fists against Coby’s chest. Lightly, he scratched faint marks down Coby’s chest. “You good?”
Coby let go to press a hand to his forehead. “Good. So good. Condom. Now.”