by Willa Okati
“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” Darian chided -- like he was any better off. He genuinely couldn’t stop moving once he forgot to distract himself, and he’d slide right in if he wasn’t careful. No one could have held back for long. Omega bodies were made that way on the regular, and when they were aroused they were like magnets with how they drew an Alpha in. “Fuck. Where did I --”
“God, tell me you have some. I don’t.”
“I’m an Alpha, I always carry at least one.” Darian reached for his jeans, dug through the pockets until he found his wallet and aha, there it was, a foil square so new it still had a shine on the wrapper. He held it up between two fingers, considered, then decided it was Coby’s turn to have a little fun. More fun. He dropped the foil packet on Coby’s chest and sat back with everything on display, loving the way Coby’s pupils dilated until there was barely a rim of gold left to see. “Well?”
Coby swallowed so hard Darian could tell his mouth had started watering, and pulses of slick washed out of him at about the right speed of a heartbeat. They’d have to hose down the damn floor after this but nope, still didn’t care about anything else.
His hands shook as he tore the packet open -- inexperience showed there too but Darian wrestled his patience into the forefront and waited, letting him learn until he got the thing unrolled and, clumsily in a way that made it even better somehow, rolled it down the length of Darian’s dick. “Monster dick yourself,” he rasped when he let go. Then, he bit his lip again. “Don’t laugh.”
Like he could, but Darian shrugged anyway. “Why?”
“Oh God.” Coby’s face went redder still under the sex flush. He touched Darian with one tentative finger, jerking back when Darian jolted at his touch. “How -- how does it fit?”
Darian smoothed his hair back and kissed him one more time. Mmm. “Baby, your body knows the answer. You lie back and let it happen. Or get in the game and help make it happen. Two guesses which one I like better.”
There went Coby’s grin again, and Darian resigned himself to that being an addiction already. “Same one I think I like.”
Good bravado. Darian would have applauded it and probably would later, but -- performance reviews: later. Getting inside Coby: now. “You ready?”
He was, and he wasn’t. Scared out of his mind and desperate at the same time, but still brave. Coby nodded, put his arms around Darian’s shoulder and let his legs fall apart wide enough to give Darian all the room he needed. “Ready.”
Darian made himself move steadily. He positioned himself right where he wanted to be, flush against that wet opening, and nudged. “Getting started feels weird, the first time. Hold on and breathe. I promise you it gets better.”
Slowly as he could, careful as he never had been before, he eased his way inside. Coby grunted and squeezed his eyes and his fists tight shut, but that was natural, that was what it felt like to have someone inside for the first time. Darian went slow, letting Coby adjust, little push by little push until there was nowhere else to go.
Coby’s fists dug into the meat of Darian’s back, and those would be some pretty, pretty bruises later. He panted, almost sobbing, more so when Darian kissed him every-damn-where he could reach because he had to have his mouth on the man. To soothe him too, let him go from too full and tight to slippery-smooth and accommodating.
He unclenched as slowly as Darian had slid in, and in waves that coated them both. Darian bit down on one of Coby’s nipples, surprised and pleased when that made Coby moan and squeeze around him. He slowed from panting to gasping, his gaze wild and dazed and high on adrenaline. Though his mouth moved, no words came out -- but that didn’t matter. Darian could just about read the man’s mind from the look on his face and the movements of his body: I didn’t know it would be like this. I didn’t know I wanted it this much. Don’t stop.
Darian took Coby’s hand, kissed every finger without thinking about it, and moved. Started slow, like before, each stroke a long drag in and out.
“Don’t try to be gentle,” Coby said one word at a time, between breaths. “It’s not you.”
“Want it to be good for you.”
“Already is. I think -- better if it’s harder.” Coby brought his thighs up to cradle and clutch Darian’s hips. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
So help him. Darian did. Deeper, faster, harder. All the brainpower he had left melted out of his ears. The only thing he could concentrate on was how it felt to be inside this man. The way Coby reacted, so Goddamn responsive with wild clutches at him and nails scoring his skin. The heat of Coby’s rapid breathing and the pounding of his heart.
When he started to make desperate noises and his cock throbbed where it was trapped between them, Darian had enough thinking brain left in him to recognize what that meant. He didn’t stop fucking, couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to, but he could take hold of Coby’s cock and pump it in time with his pushes inside. “Come on,” he muttered, over and over. “You can do it, you’re doing so fucking good at this, come on, damn it, let yourself go and come.”
Coby’s back left the floor, only his shoulder blades bracing him there, and bucked like a wild thing. Hot fluid flooded them front and back, and with one more deep, deep, deep shove, Darian let go too. Coby’s startled gasp at what that felt like brought him over a second time, which was a whole new kind of treat, and he stayed right where he was until he’d finished.
Beneath him, Coby shuddered and shook as if battered by a strong southerly wind, but his lips were parted in pure blissed-out satiation until they softened into a disbelieving smile. “I didn’t know,” he said, out loud this time. “I didn’t know.”
Darian rolled his forehead against Coby’s chest. “Mmf.”
Slowly, Coby ran his fingers through Darian’s hair. “Is it like that? Every time?”
Nope. It absolutely wasn’t like that. Darian didn’t say it and didn’t know if Coby could see it written all over him as he propped himself on his elbows, slid out -- carefully, that condom was damned full -- and indulged in one more deep, wet kiss that was the only answer he’d give.
Coby didn’t seem to mind. Nor did he realize, Darian thought, exactly how much trouble they were getting themselves into.
He should have been worried about that, himself. It’d be sane. It’d be savvy.
Yeah. He’d never been good at either of those.
Chapter Four
A wise man, who might or might not have been himself, had remarked to Darian that there was nothing better than going to bed with a hot piece of ass.
Yeah, he was one crude motherfucker, but he’d been right so far.
Darian woke up the way he usually did, taking one blink to figure out where the fuck he was and what he’d gotten up to, then all engines roaring. Looked like a nice morning out there. He glanced down. Nice morning wood too, and no wonder. His memory got a little fuzzy after finding a second condom in the bottom of his duffel, a second fuck, and the third and fourth round of tequila. He thought he remembered himself and Coby passing out right there on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs and all kinds of sticky things. Sometime during the night they’d rolled apart, leaving six inches of separation between himself and the big Omega.
Well. Technically no separation at all, given the morning wood thing and the space it took up. A little weird to wake up in the same place he’d been the night before -- Darian wasn’t one for making a whole night out of one-night-stands -- but he could get used to it. He indulged in a good long up and down look at Coby. Mmm. Ass as fine as he remembered, and all those miles of torso and legs. As if he sensed Darian’s gaze, Coby twitched once and took a startled breath. If he wasn’t all the way awake yet, he was getting there fast.
And that gave Darian all kinds of ideas. No sense wasting a good hard-on, after all, not if you had something better to do with it than jerk off.
A little scoot nudged him close enough to snug his cock up good and firm against that sweet ass, and now Coby was awake if that deep grun
t of shocked arousal was anything to go by. “Hey, baby,” Darian said with his mouth at Coby’s shoulder. He bit down barely enough for Coby to feel it and liked the way it made him shiver. Snaking one arm around the man’s middle, he slid his hand down to take hold of a hard-on as good as any Alpha’s. “Turn around, gorgeous. Want to wake you up all the way with my mouth on your cock.”
The rest of Coby went stiff. He held his breath -- Darian felt his chest stop rising and falling -- then shoved Darian’s hand out of the way and went still again, pretending pretty badly to still be asleep after all.
You didn’t get a much clearer no fucking way than that. Darian stared at him, too nonplussed to react. Well, damn.
There really wasn’t anything better than going to bed with a hot piece of ass, but then there was the flip side: there was nothing worse than waking up with a cold shoulder turned your way.
Fuck. Darian folded his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Some dickbrain had stuck a wad of gum up there, and a dozen graphite streaks around the pencil stuck in the middle told a whole story about how bored someone had been the last time it got noticed.
“You know, if somebody that I’d fucked blind and stupid last night was lying there pretending to be asleep when he knew damn well I was awake, I’d get annoyed,” Darian remarked, calm as if he’d said hmm, looks like rain later instead. “If I’d tried to go down on him and discovered he’d turned into an Alphaphobe overnight, I’d be pissed.”
There, that got a reaction. Coby jerked up, looking hard at him over his shoulder. “We don’t have any more condoms, and I’m not an -- what you said.”
“No? ‘Cause I’ve got to tell you, that’s not the usual reaction to what I was offering.”
“It’s not…” Coby fidgeted until he worked himself upright and slumped, hands between his knees and head low. “I don’t feel like I thought I would. I mean, I did it, right? I got through it.”
Whoa. Whoa. And also, what the fuck? Darian sat up too, indignation lighting his darker fires. “Okay, you better not have said what I think you said. ‘Did it’? ‘Got through it’? Like, what, I’m some mountain you had to climb or a bridge you had to jump off? Goddamn, man, thanks for the memories.”
Darian pushed himself to his feet -- it was his turn to storm out anyway -- but Coby caught him by the ankle before he could make a getaway. “No! That’s not what I meant.”
The sincerity on him was almost painful to watch, and it made Darian slow his roll despite himself.
Not enough to damp down his temper, though. “Okay, fine. What did you mean? Try again. Use small words.”
“Don’t be like that. You know I don’t think you’re stupid. Fuck. I’m the stupid one.” Coby’s head lowered, but -- huh -- he didn’t let go of Darian’s ankle. His thumb rubbed at the bone there before he looked back up. “It wasn’t what I thought -- no, let me start again. I’m not what I thought I would be, after. I wanted to be -- not me, and you were there, and -- God! Shouldn’t it have been -- it should have made me different. Shouldn’t it?”
Oh, for the love of hell. “You thought your first time fucking an Alpha would turn you into a Stepford Omega?” Darian asked incredulously. “You wanted that? And is that why you picked me? Convenience? Nearest one on hand to get the job done, and now that you did, you’re over it?”
Coby’s eyes narrowed. “If I said none of that was true, would you believe me?”
He would, yeah, and that pissed Darian off even more. Tugging his ankle free, he glowered at Coby. “All you had to do was ask, you fucker. I’d have told you. Sex doesn’t make you all growed up. It just gets you laid.”
“And that’s what you wanted.”
“I” -- Darian clamped his mouth shut because Goddamnit, he was starting to be unable to escape an awareness that that wasn’t all he wanted and --”I could have told you sex is sex is sex and what it does to you, that’s up to you. There’s no Goddamn rules about fucking and no magic wands unless you really like the dick. And you want to talk about different? Shit, that was my first time with a virgin!”
Coby stared at him for a full count of five, jaw dropped. “What?”
Oh hell. He hadn’t meant to say that. Now Coby would think it’d been a pity fuck or worse. Darian clamped his jaw shut and crossed his arms.
“I’m sorry, what?” Coby hauled himself to his feet, and good God, could that man loom when he wanted to. “Was that why you wanted it? You wanted to be the first one in there? Put your stamp on my ass?”
Yup. He’d thought “worse.” Darian threw his hands up. “Oh fuck no, you’re still the one not getting me and you know what? You’re doing it on purpose, smacking me back.”
“Oh my God, you are the most --”
“Yeah, and I knew you’d be that way!”
They were facing each other now, glare to glare, jabbing fingers, shoving each other knuckles first. “If you knew what would happen, why did you even bother?” Coby demanded.
Maybe it was the frustration, maybe it was the things Darian kept trying to stomp down finally breaking through, but he shouted, “Because you’re worth it, you fucking moron!”
Coby’s mouth opened and shut before his face went red with fury. “And you didn’t even --”
A knock on the door cut him off halfway through what promised to be one hell of a fiery rant. Darian and he swung their heads around in tandem to find Oscar standing in the doorway -- shit, they’d left it unlocked, hadn’t they?
Oscar jingled the change in his pocket, head cocked slightly. Oh yeah, he’d heard all of that. Darian didn’t even need to ask. “Bad time?” he asked, too nonchalant to fool any of them. “I came to get my vape back and ask if you two wanted breakfast.”
Coby’s stomach roared, right on cue. So did Darian’s.
Okay, fine. He wanted to tag all kind of Alpha bullshit on Darian? Fine. Darian’d give him something to really work with. Grabbing Coby by the wrist, he hauled the big man stumbling forward. “Let’s go.”
“Sure.” Oscar shrugged. “Might want to put some clothes on first, though. And shower.”
Coby went embarrassed pink as Darian clapped a hand over his face.
Oh yeah. This was going to be one hell of a day, and it’d barely even started. Who knew where it’d go from here?
* * *
Oscar, like Darian, wasn’t a total asshole when he didn’t want to be. By the time Darian and Coby had showered, separately and thank you very much, and made it out to the grassy quad, glaring at each other and anyone who happened to get in their way, Oscar had parked his ass under a tree with a cigarette in one hand and two giant bags of fast food kept safe from poachers between his boots. He gestured at those, then at the grass.
Coby shifted glances between the food, Darian, and Oscar, but the near-constant growling of his stomach won the fight there. He collapsed into a completely graceless heap of legs and grabbed one of the bags. Barely waiting to get the wrapper off a sausage biscuit, he shoved half of it into his mouth.
Darian shook his head at Oscar in warning, who shrugged. He took a long, long drag of delicious carcinogens and let it out in a streaming plume of smoke. “I ate on the way back, but there’s burritos in there for you,” he said to Darian. “Eat. You’re not yourself when you’re hungry.”
Fucking bastard, he knew that was the Snickers tag line.
Darian curled his lip at Oscar, who smirked back at him, but now that it’d been mentioned he could smell those tortillas. They’d been stuffed with eggs and bacon and peppers hot enough to melt his face off and fuck it, he needed fuel too. He sat, deliberately graceful, and dug through his bag for his share.
For a few minutes, they chewed and swallowed ferociously, sinking their teeth into bread and meat like it was the chunks of flesh they’d wanted to bite out of each other. When Coby’s stomach finally chilled the fuck out and he slowed down enough to tear bites from his fourth sandwich instead of damn near swallowing it whole, Oscar cleared his throat.
> “I’d have won that bet,” he said.
In tandem -- and what the fuck was up with that, seriously -- Darian and Coby showed him their middle fingers.
One good thing about Oscar, besides his willingness to shell out a small fortune on fast food, was how little of a damn he gave about that kind of thing. He snorted and kicked lightly at Darian with one boot heel.
But then, he got evil.
“Missed you last night,” he said, lighting a second cigarette with the cherry of his first and stubbing that one out. “Thought you and I had plans.”
Darian frowned. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“Fucking,” Oscar said, still mild.
Oh shit. “Motherfucker, I will kick your ass,” Darian warned. “Stop trying to stir the pot. You know damn well what’s going on and unless I am sadly fucking mistaken I didn’t ask for your help.”
“Wait. You were going to hook up with him?” Coby looked half appalled, half dismayed.
“He was,” Oscar said. “What? I offered, I assumed Darian accepted. I waited for you. Cleaned up and out and everything and there you left me, sitting all alone like an ugly boy on prom night. Makes a man feel un-damn-appreciated. I’ve gotten fucked by some good ones, but I had ideas, man. Eating you out, for a start.” To Coby, he added, “You ever have someone eat your ass? He could give lessons, damn. Or get someone to finger-bang you while he sucks your cock? I have. A few times, but this one here, he’s top tier.”
“I will kill you,” Darian said. “Kill you with my bare hands.”
If Oscar heard him, he didn’t let on. He had all his attention fixed on Coby. “I mean, you’re an Omega. It’s probably different for you. Who’d want a briefcase bomb like him? You need someone gentle. Sweet, maybe. Someone who’ll treat you like you’re precious.” He gave Coby a lascivious once-over. “You want a taste of this, I’m still worked up, and you need a good claiming.”
Coby’s hands knotted into fists so tight the knuckles went white, and his glare could have set the whole campus on fire. That son of a bitch was goading him, wasn’t he? Darian realized.
