The Omega Nanny

by Penelope Peters

  He sucked at the skin on Kieran’s shoulder, where the loose neckline of the t-shirt gave way easily. Kieran’s breath caught, and then Thomas felt Kieran’s fingers pull at his shirt, drawing Thomas closer. Kieran tasted like salt, the scent of coffee and cream, and Thomas rolled the thin skin between his lips, feeling Kieran’s staccato breathing next to his ear.

  He pulled Kieran’s skin between his teeth, gently, expecting Kieran to grow tense in his arms – but Kieran pulled at him harder. Kieran’s small, soft moan went straight to Thomas’s cock, already heavy and thick in his pants, and Thomas couldn’t help the growl that escaped, couldn’t help but push Kieran further into the bedroom, closer to the bed.

  “Yes,” whispered Kieran, breaking on the word, his head falling to one side to give Thomas better access.

  “God, do that again.”

  The idea that Kieran trusted Thomas not to bite, even in a place that didn’t matter – Thomas couldn’t have not done it again for anything short of a hurricane. He tugged at Kieran’s clothes, even as Kieran pulled at his shirt, tried to work the button on his jeans, before falling backwards onto the bed, bouncing a bit with the force of his landing.

  Thomas caught a glimpse of Kieran’s flushed face, his kiss-plump lips, and he fell to his knees in front of him, and pulled Kieran to the edge of the bed, so that Kieran’s warm crotch was at his chest. The scent was strongest there, rising and wrapping itself around Thomas’s nose like small tendrils.

  Kieran trembled, his hands resting on Thomas’s shoulders. He was wide-eyed, anxious. Afraid.

  Thomas tried to wet his lips; he couldn’t, his mouth was already dry. His cock ached; all he wanted to do was to rip every last stitch from Kieran’s body, cover him on the bed and plunge into him. He’d be wet – Thomas could already smell the dampness rising from him – and warm and Kieran would wrap his arms around him, hold him close….

  Thinking about it, practically feeling it already… Thomas wasn’t sure anymore who was trembling. Maybe both of them.

  “Kieran,” he whispered, and Kieran tried to swallow, and couldn’t.

  “Yes.” Thomas could barely hear the words – but he could tell Kieran said it, clear as day, from ruby-red chapped lips.

  Thomas reached up, cradled Kieran’s face in his hand, and kissed him. Gently, softly, in what was likely the most innocent kiss they’d shared since they started the week before.

  One hand to hold Kieran’s face, to feel the tickle of Kieran’s soft brown curls against his fingertips.

  One hand on Kieran’s jeans, to slowly undo the button, and pull down the zip, until it lay open before him, a triangle of fabric on either side of Kieran’s thickening cock.

  Thomas stroked it though Kieran’s boxers – just once, and Kieran let out a high-pitched moan, pulling out of the kiss briefly as if he’d been shocked.

  “Have you,” gasped Thomas, but Kieran grabbed Thomas’s hand and put it back on his cock, pressing it up against him.

  “Just… please,” he said, his own voice strained, and Thomas sucked Kieran’s lip into his mouth, until he heard Kieran cry out again.

  He grasped Kieran’s hips, pushed Kieran up on the bed, leaving his jeans in a heap on the floor at the foot. Kieran’s boxers were half off him, one side caught on his hip and the front caught on his cock. Thomas pulled the fabric away, and Kieran’s cock sprang free. Thinner than Thomas’s, with the smooth head and hairless skin of an omega male. No testicles – just the smooth expanse of skin between Kieran’s legs, leading to the pucker between his buttocks, already damp and deep red with arousal, and smelling strongly of sex and desire and need.

  Felicity, even outside of her heats, had always been damp when they’d made love. Thomas hadn’t known to expect it from Kieran.

  Thomas didn’t want to think about Felicity – not when he was here with Kieran. He gently pushed the memory away, and then stopped thinking at all. He bent down, and pulled Kieran’s cock into his mouth, tasting the thin saltiness of it, enjoying the way his tongue curved around the head, the comfortable weight against his lips.

  Above him, Kieran cried out, and then his cry was muffled into something sharper. Thomas glanced up, and saw one of Kieran’s arms flung out, his fingers pulling against the duvet, and the other over his mouth to stifle the sound.

  Thomas wanted to keep sucking on him – pull every last cry and moan from Kieran’s lips, but the smell of his sex – the dampness he could already feel on his chest, as he pulled Kieran’s body closer to him – it was too much. Kieran was too much, and Thomas couldn’t figure out how to pull his body closer, how to suck his cock deeper without choking on it. Kieran was already bucking beneath him, unable to hold himself still, and his cock slid out of Thomas’s mouth when he opened to gasp for air, slapping back down on his skin.

  “T-T-Thomas,” gasped Kieran, and Thomas, because he couldn’t reach Kieran’s mouth, didn’t want to leave where he was, where it smelled so fucking good, bent over and sucked on the bit of skin just above Kieran’s pelvic bone. It was smooth and thin, and Thomas nipped at it with his lips curved over his teeth, just to listen to the broken sounds that Kieran made, just to feel him jerk beneath him.

  Kieran’s thighs fit so comfortably under Thomas’s arms – but Thomas didn’t want to hold Kieran down so much as actually touch him. He scooted down, just enough, and pushed Kieran’s legs up to expose the pucker of his hole, now glistening and peeking open. The scent of Kieran’s sex wafted into the air, and Thomas breathed it in deeply, filled his lungs with it, and then leaned in to lick delicately, with a pointed and stiffened tongue, at the skin between it and Kieran’s cock.

  It tasted delicious, rich and deep and Thomas couldn’t help himself; he licked again, this time with the flat of his tongue. Somewhere, Kieran was keening, gasping out for breath. Thomas felt his legs slipping upward, away from Thomas’s hold, and when he looked up, he saw Kieran pulling at his knees, helping to keep his hole exposed.

  “Good boy,” said Thomas, and rewarded him with another thick-tongued lick. Kieran’s head fell back, panting, and then because he didn’t have to worry about holding Kieran’s legs open anymore, Thomas rested his hands on Kieran’s ass and pressed the cheeks even further apart. Kieran’s skin was so pale; Thomas’s dark-skinned hands stood out in stark relief, catching Thomas off-guard.

  No, thought Thomas again, and every thought of rimming Kieran, tasting the delicious flavor of the come that was spilling out of him, melted away in the fierce desire to see his fingers disappear inside him.

  Thomas moved his hand, letting his fingers draw along the goose-bumped skin, feeling as the texture changed from smooth and soft to taut and puckered, and then slowly slid a single finger inside.

  Kieran was wet. God, so wet, and Kieran was gasping above him, soft sounds in his throat that under any other circumstance, Thomas would have wanted to taste in his own mouth. But he couldn’t look away from the sight of his fingers – two now – slipping into Kieran, curling and pulling out another load of wetness. He ran his fingers up the smooth expanse of skin, up to Kieran’s cock, and grasped it, slipping and sliding the wetness up and down, before going back for more.

  He heard, rather than felt, the moment when Kieran was about to topple over the edge. Fingers inside Kieran, the walls of his ass jerking and spasming, the heat overpowering, and the sounds that came from Kieran’s voice oddly stopped, as if Kieran had lost the ability to make any sound at all. As if Kieran could barely breathe.

  Thomas moved, like a panther, straight up Kieran’s body until he covered him, fingers still inside, curled up against the most sensitive spot, the dampness on Kieran’s cock as it pressed against Thomas’s own.

  Kieran’s eyes were wide, staring, unseeing, and Thomas cupped his face and shifted his unfocused eyes so that if Kieran could actually see anything, it would be Thomas’s face.

  “Come for me,” he whispered, and Kieran closed his eyes and let out a cry as he came in a great gush, his hips je
rking then stilling, then jerking again, pressing his cock up against Thomas’s.

  Beneath him, Thomas felt Kieran’s breath come in great gasps, slowing as his body relaxed. The tension, the nervousness, the fear… it was gone, melted away in the cries that had filled the room, and Thomas, feeling the pressure in his cock, still hard and thick against Kieran, was almost glad he hadn’t kissed them out of Kieran. They might have made his own discomfort that much worse.

  Not that he was uncomfortable. But he could feel the gentle, insistent pressure of his own orgasm, still miles off, but clearly intrigued and on its way.

  Kieran’s eyes were closed; one hand was still flung out, fingers entwined in the duvet. Thomas thought briefly of the dampness that was sure to stain, and then forgot about it as Kieran turned his face into Thomas’s shoulder, resting his lips against his skin. Not a kiss – more of a cuddle, a search for comfort.

  Thomas held his breath, and then bent his head over Kieran’s, and held him there.

  Thomas pressed his lips to Kieran’s temple. “Just a moment,” he whispered, and pulled away, shucking his own pants, kicking them away before pulling back the duvet and the sheets. Kieran shifted, without needing instruction, away from the top of the duvet, but before he could slide under the sheets, he reached out for the lamp to turn it off.

  “No,” said Thomas quickly. In the dark, it’d be too easy to forget who shared his bed. “I want to see you.”

  Kieran blushed, and pulled his arm back, slid under the sheets as if to hide. Thomas chuckled, and joined him so that they were pressed together, arms curled around each other, the cool sheets on their warmed skin.

  Kieran wasn’t heavy, resting on Thomas’s chest, but he was warm. Comfortably so, more so than Thomas thought he could be, given that he’d been naked in the cold, legs spread and coming within an inch of his life. Thomas pressed his palm against Kieran’s back for a moment, wondering.

  “It’s not estrus,” murmured Kieran, his breath tickling the tightly curled hairs on Thomas’s chest. “Just….” Kieran burrowed deeper into Thomas’s chest. “I don’t know.”

  “What do you know?” asked Thomas quietly, searching the ceiling, sharply aware of the planes of Kieran’s chest against his, the thin length of his cock against his hip. Thomas’s own cock was still thick and heavy; the spongy flesh that would form his knot during Kieran’s heat was still soft.

  Kieran was still against him, but breathing steadily, no longer hesitant and unsure. Just thoughtful. “I… I know I want to do that again.”

  Thomas chuckled, low. “We can, if you want.”

  Kieran pushed himself up to look at him. “Do you want?”

  Thomas cupped Kieran’s face. “Yes. We will.”

  Kieran nodded, but didn’t look away. “I don’t know what this is.”

  Thomas rubbed his thumb against Kieran’s cheek, still feeling the dampness of Kieran’s slick on the skin. Kieran’s nostrils flared; he could smell it, Thomas realized, and his stomach twisted with the realization that Kieran was beginning to move against him, his hips beginning to softly push up against Thomas’s skin.

  Not a heat, Thomas told himself. If it’d been a heat, they would still be going – Thomas’s cock would have been rock-hard nearly from the start, his knot thick and heavy and solid. They wouldn’t have been able to stop until Thomas had come, deeply lodged within Kieran.

  Not a heat. Just Kieran’s scent sparking a desire in him that he couldn’t ignore, assuming he even realized he reacted to it.

  And then he did – Thomas saw the moment that Kieran realized what he was doing, saw the flush rise to his cheeks, and the extra pressure as he moved atop Thomas, pressing their cocks more firmly against each other. Kieran was light on top of him; the sheets fell around his hips, curving around him seductively and masking the curve of Kieran’s half-hard cock with shadow, even as Kieran’s face was bathed in light.

  “Sex,” said Kieran, as if he was trying out the word for what they were doing, trying to name it. “It’s just… it’s just sex. That’s all. Alpha and omega.”

  “Yes,” gasped Thomas, and reached to grasp their cocks together, felt rather than heard Kieran’s gasp of pleasure, watched as Kieran lifted his face and elongated his neck as he moved above Thomas.

  The come on his hand was still thick, a bit sticky now, but when he pulled at their skin, it didn’t hurt so much as make the discomfort somehow more exquisite. Kieran groaned with it, and Thomas’s hips lifted as his cock pulsed with growing need, filling out more completely so that he had to hold them together a bit more loosely or cut off his blood flow entirely. Kieran’s breaths came in drawn-out gasps, and when he finally fell forward, to hold himself just inches above Thomas’s chest, his eyes were lightly closed, his mouth hung open in what might have been surprise.

  “Please,” he whispered, and Thomas reached up and kissed him – sloppy, messy, hungry and completely without any kind of finesse or style. He could feel the mounting pressure, the drive pushing him forward, into Kieran, desperate now for his own release – the urge to take and claim and bite….

  Thomas kissed Kieran instead, put every bead of desire and want into the way he claimed Kieran’s mouth. He couldn’t have Kieran, not for keeps – but he could have this.

  This time, when Kieran cried out his release – less now, barely noticeable as Thomas’s own come flowed and covered them both – Thomas breathed in Kieran’s cries.

  It wasn’t enough to tame Thomas’s need, not quite – but it would do.

  Chapter Eleven

  The room was grey with dawn when Thomas woke up. He was on his side, facing the other side of the bed, one arm curled under his head. It was one of those odd mornings when he came to consciousness before he opened his eyes, but he could tell that the other side of the bed, where Kieran had laid, was empty and cold.

  Thomas opened his eyes slowly, and saw Felicity’s head on the pillow next to his, hands tucked under her cheek as she observed him in turn. Her hair fell softly around her shoulders; she smiled at him in the grey light of dawn, and then slowly faded away.

  Thomas stared at the empty pillow for a long while, feeling every bit of him slowly come to wakefulness, listening to the quiet house, gradually becoming aware of the deep silence within, and the steady rainfall outside.

  The morning, once Thomas got out of bed, went much as it normally did. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of cold on his skin, and he couldn’t forget the way Felicity had smiled at him, just before she’d faded away.

  Or the way Kieran had pressed his warm head into Thomas’s shoulder, the softness of his breath on his skin.

  The office was chilly, when Thomas arrived. Nora’s door was closed, and her lights off – a morning meeting somewhere else, Thomas supposed, and by the time he carried his cup of coffee from the break room to his office, it was cold. He settled into work, grateful when the phone didn’t ring to interrupt him.

  Working, keeping his mind focused on the paperwork, the outlines and architectural renderings, was soothing. The dim light, greyed out by the constant rain, made his office seem even smaller and cozier; it was lunchtime before Thomas came up for air, stretching cramped muscles and feeling the soft burn as he held his arms aloft.

  Kieran’s arms, held up over his head, the soft hair in the deep hollow of his armpits. The way the moan in his throat had shot straight through to Thomas’s cock, heavy and languid in his pants…

  Thomas held the stretch, feeling the burn in his muscles. The memory ought to have alarmed him. It didn’t, not really, but as he lowered his arms, it faded until he couldn’t quite remember what had happened before or after, or if it had even happened at all.

  Nora’s light was on when he passed on his way to the break room. He poked his head in, and saw her bent over her desk, eyes furrowed as she concentrated.

  “Late morning?”

  Nora frowned as she looked up, but it morphed into something that almost resembled a smile when she saw him.
“A bit. Is Connie excited about tomorrow?”

  Thomas shrugged, and leaned against the doorframe. “No idea, I didn’t have a chance to talk to her. She had a late night.”

  “Preparations, no doubt.” Nora pushed back from her desk and crossed the room to the electric kettle. “Coffee?”

  “Lunch, actually,” said Thomas. “I need to stretch my legs.”

  Nora changed direction and reached for her coat. “What an excellent idea.”

  Despite the rain, it seemed that everyone else in the office had the same idea. The foyer was half full of employees, all chatting amongst each other, shrugging on coats as they tucked their umbrellas under their arms.

  “You too?” asked Ralph, eyeing Thomas and Nora as they joined the crowd. Thomas didn’t work with Ralph very often. Thomas didn’t mind working with other alphas, but for some reason, the abrasive, opinionated Ralph rubbed him the wrong way, as if the man was constantly producing competitive hormones whenever Thomas was near. “If we all go to the same place, we could turn this into a working meeting and still get paid.”

  “I’m not leaving work just to keep talking about work,” grumbled one of the other employees.

  “Agreed,” said Enrique from the other end of the foyer as he zipped up his jacket. “The marriage is tomorrow, isn’t it, Thomas?”

  “Yes,” said Thomas.

  “Marriage?” echoed Ralph with a frown. “You mean betas are actually taking advantage of that new law?”

  Thomas knew he shouldn’t answer. It wasn’t as if Ralph was expecting an answer, or even that he was asking Thomas a question directly, rather than just making a comment to the group at large that he obviously thought was funny.

  Still. There was an odd tickle in the back of Thomas’s head.

  “Amazingly, yes, they are,” said Nora coolly.

  Ralph shrugged. “Can’t understand the point of it, myself. I mean, it’s not like your lot can have kids or anything.”

  Nora stiffened. “Besides the fact that beta infertility is grossly misunderstood, marriage has less to do with procreation and more to do with legal standing and the benefits our society affords to bonded couples, who pay less in taxes and receive greater advantages when it comes to paid sick leave and scheduled absences than their beta counterparts. Marriage is about social parity. Not children.”