Omega's Doctor

by Bella Bennet

  Ned squeezed his thigh and turned back to the front. Steve grabbed his napkin off the table and put it over his lap. He couldn't believe he was getting a semi from Ned squeezing his thigh. Probably just an emotional reaction to having someone stand up for him. That was probably it .

  Having figured out why his body was reacting to a man, he tried to focus on the head table, and not the arm around his shoulders, or the hand on his thigh. Which was hard. Considering he was semi hard himself .

  His stomach rumbled thinking of food. He hoped they would get this show on the road so they could all eat. Why hold everyone hostage until his sister was done talking? She had been up there talking for a while now. Even before his mother stopped by .

  Steve shook his head and took a drink of his coffee. He damn near spilled coffee all over himself when Ned moved his hand on Steve's thigh. He hoped no one else had noticed that jump. Steve glanced around but since they were at the chairs closest to the back of the room, no one else had seen it. He glanced at Ned wondering what the hell was going on, but he was focused on the front table. It looked like he might not even be aware he was doing it .

  Steve didn't want to call attention to it by asking Ned to stop. He wanted no one else at the table to know what was going on. So Steve tried to ignore it. He took another drink and put his cup down. Thank God he did because Ned now was moving his pinky around. Which was moving near the inside of his thigh. His semi was getting more than a semi now. Dear God, had he been that hard up to get aroused from a man rubbing the inside of his leg? Steve swallowed and tried to pay attention to his sister. That should cure a semi .

  Chapter 4

  N ed figured he was going to hell. That had to be the only destination for someone that was trying to tease a man during his sister's wedding. Even though he was doing it to provide a good distraction for the man in question. He still couldn't believe how nasty Steve's mother was. Ned would never have believed it if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes .

  He kept rubbing Steve's thigh up and down and running his pinky over the inside of his thigh. Ned didn't know what Steve did to keep in shape but that thigh was rock solid. He'd have to ask him if they could ever talk again. Ned heard Steve's stomach rumbling. He was hungry too. And not for food .

  Ned sighed and tried to find something else to focus on besides the hot man beside him. The bride, Steve's sister had finally sat down. Oh good, now we can eat. Nope, the groom stands up. My God, do they not realize that no one can eat until the head table goes to get food? Who decided that we all needed to be held captive ?

  Ned looked over at Steve to see how he was taking it and found those bright blue eyes looking back at him. With desire. Lots of desire. Ned kept staring at Steve, rubbing his thigh and running his pinky as close to Steve's crotch as he dared. It was amazing how good looking Steve was. Again Ned was surprised that no one had snapped Steve up. Ned would have grabbed him with both hands and ran with him if he had known there was someone so amazing that was available .

  Ned moved his hand off Steve's thigh and took a drink of his coffee. He jumped when he missed his mouth. Then he saw that his jump had caused more coffee to spill out of the cup, right onto Steve's pants. Oh shit. Steve would think he was the clumsiest alpha ever .

  "I'm so sorry! I can't believe I did that twice. Please, forgive me, I just... I'm not normally this careless." How could he explain that it was Steve himself that was so distracting ?

  Steve stared down at his pants, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was a huge coffee spill on the right leg. No hiding that sucker .

  "We should go in the bathroom and wash it out. I'm so sorry." Ned turned to the table. "Excuse us, I made a mess again. I spilled the coffee all over his pants. It will stain if it doesn't come out right away ."

  Ned stood up and pulled Steve up with him. He made a show of trying to rub the coffee out, just so everyone could see the reason for their leaving the table. He didn't want Steve to get in trouble for randomly leaving the reception. Then he pulled Steve in front of him and led him to the bathroom in the hallway .

  Steve pushed the door open and after Ned went through, he turned around and locked it. Steve looked surprised when Ned turned around .

  "We want no one coming in while your pants are off." Steve's eyebrows shot up and he backed up .

  "The coffee? On your pants? Take them off, I'll scrub it out ."

  That seemed to have gotten through to Steve and he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and handed them over to Ned. Nice legs and very nice boxer briefs. Ned had to swallow and try not to make it obvious that he was staring. Well, he had work to do .

  Under the cool water, or was it hot water? Ned couldn't remember. Might as well try hot then. He noticed a blow hand dryer in the bathroom. They could hold the pants up to that and get them dry. He wondered if they could devise some way to keep the pants up there but let them do other things without having to hold up the pants. Ned wondered if Steve would be up for some distraction since they were in the bathroom and seemed to have it all to themselves. If he would do anything, it had to be quick before anyone needed to get in .

  Well it was a disaster. He got the coffee, as far as he could tell, out of the suit pants, but the water went through the front of the pant leg, to the back of the pant leg. The entire pant leg section was sopping wet. He looked up at Steve and grimaced. He didn't think oops would cut it .

  "Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't think it through. Maybe there's a hair dryer in the women's bathroom we could use. Or wherever they were getting ready. Did they use a separate room to get ready instead of the women's bathroom ?"

  Steve had closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face. Now he was looking at Steve with his hand over his mouth. His eyes didn't look thrilled .

  "Well, I'll check." He wouldn't stay here when he was in trouble .

  Ned opened the door and realized they had a new problem. How was Steve going to cross the hallway, that everyone could see, with no pants on to get to the other room with the hair dryers? Ned walked across the hallway and opened doors. Maybe he could bring the hair dryer back to the men's bathroom. If there was an outlet in there. Wouldn't there be an outlet ?

  Ned opened a cleaning supply closet, a coat closet and then hit the jackpot with a nursing room or something. Makeup, clothes, hair dryers, curling irons scattered all over the counter in front of a big mirror. Ned wondered if they could lock the door and get busy. He was sure Steve wouldn't be up for it. Dammit .

  Ned grabbed a hair dryer and went back to the men's bathroom. Steve was still there. He looked around but didn't see an outlet. Ned wanted to put his head in his hands, but he was holding wet pants and a hair dryer. He had no hand free to smack his forehead .

  "I need to go back to the dressing room to plug in the hair dryer. With everyone looking up at the head table, I bet you could run across and no one would notice ."

  "Are you kidding? Whoever is up there talking would see me !"

  "Well, if it's your mother, you could always moon her." Ned shrugged his shoulders. "It's a once in a lifetime opportunity !"

  Steve just looked at him like he had come from Mars. Steve needed to lighten up and live a little. Ned probably wouldn't do it either, but with that kind of mother, he would consider it .

  Steve went out of the bathroom and across the hall back to the dressing room. He plugged in the hair dryer and dried Steve's pants. The door opened and Ned looked up to the mirror to see Steve slipping inside. Ned was shocked. He didn't think Steve had it in him .

  Now that Steve was here, Ned lost his nerve with his seduction thoughts. He sighed. That's why he had never tried it before .

  * * *

  S teve's heart was still beating fast from just walking across the hallway. He figured it would be less noticeable if he walked a normal speed instead of running like he wanted to. Talk about having nerves of stee
l. Thank God he was used to controlling his emotions and keeping himself calm as a surgeon or he wouldn't have been able to make it across the hallway .

  This had to be the craziest or most asinine thing he's been part of since his college years. Drying his pants in the dressing room during his sister's wedding reception brunch thing? Definitely a top ten in his life .

  "Do you think this will work ?"

  Ned turned to look at him. "Well, we've got nothing else to try so I hope so ."

  He turned back to the pants and then glanced back. "I'm sorry this is turning into a disaster. I didn't mean for your pants to get so soaked that we had to dry them with a hair dryer !"

  Steve gave him a quick smile and then jumped on the one thing that stood out in that declaration .

  "So you planned on the pants getting soaked ?"

  Ned glanced back in surprise. "No! Of course not. I certainly didn't plan it. I'm just saying... I didn't mean for my washing them out to get them so soaked." Ned looked back to the hair dryer and wet pants .

  "You have to admit, you did manage to get me out of my pants pretty fast." Steve leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. He would make Ned squirm .

  A light blush was on Ned's cheeks which made Steve smile. It was so obvious that Ned was interested in him. With the rubbing of his thigh and the pinky brushing his crotch, it was all Steve could do to not get a boner during his sister's wedding reception. Ned would pay for that. Right now .

  Steve stood up from leaning on the counter and walked over to Ned, who was still busy staring at his wet pants. He believed Ned when he said he didn't mean for the pants to get soaked. They were soaked too. It would probably need a dryer to get dry, not a hand held hair dryer .

  He stood near Ned and put his hand on Ned's back while he leaned over to look at the pants. "They still look... wet ."

  Steve had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. This blatant seduction was so out of character and over the top for him that he wanted to bust out laughing. He sounded like a bad porno .

  He ran his hand down Ned's back and had to keep from smiling when he saw Ned get nervous the closer Steve's hand got to his ass. And from the short glimpses he had of it earlier, it was a mighty fine ass. He ran his hand over that ass now and squeezed .

  Ned turned to face Steve. The hair dryer wasn't even aiming at his wet pants on the counter anymore .

  "Be careful where you point that thing. It's... hot." Oh my God. He would smack himself. That had to be the worst line anyone has ever used. Especially regarding a hair dryer .

  Ned looked flustered and unsure of what to do. Steve bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling but it was very hard to keep himself under control. He wondered if Ned had never been surprised like this before .

  "Why don't you set the hair dryer down and point it at the pants. That way you won't have to hold it." Steve grabbed it out of Ned's hand and positioned it on the counter to blow at the big wet area on Steve's pants. Those poor pants. They would be so wrinkled after this .

  "I feel at a disadvantage here, without my pants on. I think you should be fair and take off yours." Steve reached down to unbuckle Ned's belt. He had never been so bold in his life. It was if he was playing a part and went all in. He should get an Oscar for sure for this performance .

  Ned reached down and tried to swat Steve's hands away. "Anyone could come in !"

  Steve smiled. Ned looked worried. "Well then, we need to make it fast." He didn't know what would happen after he got Ned's pants off. He was making this up as he went .

  The belt was undone, Steve was pulling the zipper down and then let the pants drop. He couldn't see anything due to Ned's shirt in the way. He wasn't sure what all they should do in here, anyway. The odds were high they would get interrupted .

  "Now we're on the same level playing field." Steve looked down again and noticed Ned's socks. He busted out laughing. Ned had on bright blue monkey socks !

  Ned smiled and stepped out of his pants. "Do you like them?" He struck a pose. "They're Happy Socks! I love their crazy socks ."

  Steve so far loved everything about Ned, and these socks just confirmed that Ned was a fun guy .

  "I love them. They match your personality. Fun loving." They both smiled at each other. Steve wasn't sure what to do next, his seduction plan had deserted him .

  "Now we're both without our pants, what should we do? Can you think of any way we could pass the time?" Ned walked up to him and ran his hand through Steve's hair. That felt so nice that Steve closed his eyes. He loved getting his hair washed by others. Getting a head massage was close to orgasmic .

  "I love how bright your blue eyes are against your light skin. That combined with your black hair is just delicious. You're so beautiful ."

  Steve opened his eyes to see Ned right in front of him, staring at his face, running his hand over his cheek, jawline, back up the other cheek. He then pulled Steve's head forward and their lips met .

  Tentative soft kisses at first. Like they were both wild animals scared of spooking the other one. Steve put his hand on Ned's hip. They were almost the same height but Steve was just a bit taller .

  Warmth rolled through him at the feeling of being wanted and appreciated. He wanted Ned from the first moment he saw him. Their kisses were more forceful now. He was very interested in getting to know Ned better. His dick was trying to jump out and make an introduction all his own too .

  He turned his head to get a better angle to kiss Ned, pull at his lips, slide his tongue in Ned's mouth. His desire was building. He put his other hand on Ned's ass and squeezed. Such a firm, tight ass. His bicycling sure paid off. He couldn't wait to see Ned's abs. The man had to be stunning with no clothes on .

  His desire was building and building. Steve wanted to run his hands all over Ned, to take off that jacket and shirt and feel the muscles of his back, to lick his neck, to see if the firm ass matched his imagination. He let his desire come through his tongue and lips. He was driving himself into a frenzy. That semi he had been sporting was more than a semi now .

  He pulled himself closer and wasn't ashamed to straddle Ned's thigh and rub his cock against Ned's leg. Ned was such a good kisser. He pulled on Steve's lower lip, dragging it out as he looked in Steve's eyes. The desire, want, need, hunger called to Steve. He moaned with want and longing. Steve's fingers dug into Ned's ass and hip. He pushed harder against Ned's thigh .

  Steve pulled back. There were several inches between them. The cool air was a shock against his legs and hot cock. He whimpered from the loss of contact. Steve was satisfied to note the dazed and hungry look in Ned's eyes. Ned wasn't unaffected .

  "We've got to get back. I bet it's been over 15 minutes already. As much as I want to find out how good the rest of you feels, it would be a bad day for someone to walk in on us ."

  Ned was the voice of reason. Steve felt like saying no and throwing caution to the wind. He wanted Ned. The strength it took to agree with him and not pull him back and begin dry humping his leg, was harder than anything he had experienced before. No one had turned him on so fast. It was like Ned knew his body .

  He nodded and turned around. If he had to go back out there, he didn't want to do it with massive chubby. He ran his hands through his hair, patted it down and looked in the mirror to make sure he looked respectable. There, he was calming down. He had to remind himself that he was at a wedding, his sister's wedding. Just an hour or less and he could leave. He was sure he could convince Ned to spend more time with him .

  Steve looked over and his pants were still damp. He wasn't sure they had gotten dried much at all. He would not glance at Ned. It would weaken what self control he had over his body. Steve grabbed the pants and put them on. The spot was too far down to be hidden by his suit jacket, but at least it wasn't high enough to make it
look like he pissed himself. Or worse, came in his pants .

  Ned shut the hair dryer off. He had pulled up and buckled his pants already. Steve glanced at the door .

  "Do you think they're done giving speeches yet? Before the food?" He still couldn't believe his mother and sister. Go figure they'd make the wedding as intolerable as possible for everyone .

  "I guess we'll find out. I hope we got your pants at least a little dry ."

  Steve chanced a look at Ned. "Oh, I think we heated them up." With a wink he turned and opened the door to the hallway .

  Chapter 5

  N ed followed Steve to the buffet. He was moving on autopilot as his brain was still back in the dressing room. His brain was stuck on that kiss. Or that series of kisses. He was blown away by Steve's skill in making just a kiss be so much more. He felt all the attraction, want, desire in Steve's lips and tongue .

  Ned reached up to touch his lips. They were still tingling from their kisses. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, he had almost cum from kissing. Not even when he was a randy teen and was horny all the time. That man knew how to kiss. He wondered what else he could do so well. No, stop thinking about it! He had just gotten himself under control .

  Everyone was getting in line or moving back to their table and hadn't noticed their coming back. Ned felt awful that Steve's pants were still damp, but at least they had an excuse for coming back after so long, if anyone asked. He was sure Steve's sister and mother would have something 'pleasant' to say about that later. Ned couldn't believe how nasty Steve's family was. If he were in Steve's shoes, he wouldn't have bothered showing up. Steve was a better man than he was .

  They reached the buffet, and he piled his plate with whatever low carb food he could find. He was surprised that the buffet looked good and not full of toast, pizza and Mountain Dew considering how trashy Steve's sister was. They made their way back to the table and dug in. He didn't know about Steve, but he didn't want to spend anymore time here than he had to. Plus, he felt protective of Steve. No one should have to deal with bullshit like that from their own mother. He would get Steve out of here before his mother made another appearance .