In the Doghouse
Title: In the Doghouse
Author: rpssock
Rating: NC-17
Characters and/or Pairing: Jared/Richard
Warnings: Alpha (with bulbis glandis)/omega (hermaphrodite); as such, knotting and heat, mention of sort-of-male pregnancy
Word Count: 3426
Notes/Prompts: for the gabriel kink meme: Despite what most people assume Richard's an alpha and Jared's an omega. When Jared goes into heat at a con, Richard's there to help.
Shit. Shitshitshit.
Jared throws the discreet green bottle to the floor with a huff of disgust. It's his own fault, he knows, but it's not as if any other medicine is entirely unusable after the expiration date. By all rights, this shouldn't be either.
Which is probably a stupid thing to think, but the back of his neck itches and the tension in his shoulders is spreading to the rest of his body and he doesn't feel like being particularly logical right now. Hell, he can already smell himself, oozing pheromones like he hasn't since he was fifteen and didn't have the tools to suppress his heat. He'd hope that there weren't any alphas around, but the chance of that was practically zero. Especially around here. And the repercussions of a heat-induced one-night stand - when he's not even out - would be hell. Fuck. No, not fuck. Don't think about fucking.
When the weekend's over, he can retreat to his house. Too late to take the pills now, but he doesn't have any pressing engagements for a few days - he can wait it out in relative peace. Little masturbation here and there and he'll be fine. Too bad he can't drop out of the damn convention. Twenty-nine more hours. Shit.
Someone's rapping on the door. "Hey, Jared, get your ass out here already," and of course it's Jensen, "it's almost eight."
"Just a sec!" Jared calls, rifling through his bag and wishing he could at least skip the evening entertainment. He throws out clothes onto the floor as he digs around, finally closing on a small bottle. It'll at least keep the smell down, and he sprays it a couple times here and there.
Jensen knocks again just as Jared's opening the door, and says with a roll of his eyes, "And he's finally out. What were you doing, applying your makeup?"
Jared hits him.
~~~
He doesn't remember it coming on this fast, but then again he hasn't gone through a full heat for nearly ten years. He catches himself squirming on his seat, trying to catch a hint of friction, and gulps his glass of cold water down in three seconds flat. He figures alcohol, or sugar, or caffeine, or anything else will probably make it worse.
He's sure he looks uncomfortable, but, rationally, no one would jump to the right conclusion. Hell, he was engaged to Gen at one point - the fans know that. The obsessive ones, anyway. No reason for them to think he's, well, queer. He figures even the ones who'd decided they'd broken up because he wasn't straight just think he likes men. Normal men. Right?
Anyway, he joins in on the joking and messing around as much as he can; figures he can let everyone else take the spotlight most of the time. No one's complaining.
Chad looks at him oddly at one point, so he meets his gaze square on and smiles. The man looks away. It's almost ten. He'll wait ten more minutes, then excuse himself. Shouldn't be a problem.
Five minutes later, Jensen drags him on stage and tries to make him sing - singing? really? He fumbles the microphone, tries to grab it, and trips over a cord right onto Matt and Richard. They all go down in a pile amidst exclamations, laughter, noises of worry.
He's bright red and stammering apologies - he caught himself partway down, but his weight is still halfway on Richard, who looks winded. And surprised, of course, but he composes himself quickly and smirks up at Jared. Says some comment that sends the crowd into peals of laughter and claps Jared on the back. "You okay?" he murmurs in Jared's ear, and Jared nods, gets up, and holds a hand down. Richard squints at him for a moment, then springs back up to his feet.
"Aaand I think if Jared's willing to commit a murder-suicide by way of gravity to get out of this, we should let him outta here before he gets more creative!" The crowd groans, and Richard makes shooing motions to Jared. "Go on, scram. The smarter, more attractive people here will take over."
He figures he should probably say something to that, or at least not bolt, but the brief bodily contact's set him off and all he wants is to get out of there. Now.
~~~
He can't sleep, so he lies back on the bed watching mindless TV. It's not helping much - the blood in his veins is pounding hard, his smell is getting stronger, he's absently rubbing himself against the edge of the bed. To make matters worse - incredibly worse - he keeps drifting into thoughts about Richard. How he felt underneath, and how he'd feel touching Jared, kissing him, fucking him hard and fast, and these are entirely inappropriate, dammit. Hell, the guy's not even an alpha. Doesn't he have a kid?
Yes. So. Bad thoughts go away now.
The clock ticks past midnight, and he flicks off the TV and goes to turn out the lights. The room seems empty and quiet and large in the darkness. He'll take a shower. Jerking off might help.
Someone knocks on the door, and he freezes. Probably Jensen wondering why he left so abruptly, and he wants to ignore it, but it comes again, a little louder. He pads over to the door and peers through the peephole.
He has to look significantly further down than he thought he would. It's Richard, of all people. Probably the worst person to show up, actually. He's looking at the peephole expectantly, as if he could see Jared through it.
Against his better judgement, Jared opens the door. "Hey," he says, trying to be casual. "What's up?"
Richard shrugs and looks up at him with a funny look on his face. "Just, uh, seeing if you're okay. Sorry if I woke you up," he adds, noticing the darkness behind Jared, "didn't want you to think I was mad at you or something. No harm done. And, uh. Well." He trails off.
Jared gives a little, token smile. "You didn't wake me up, it's fine. I'm fine. Thanks." He moves to close the door.
Maybe he said it too quickly, because Richard doesn't move. "Hey. Look - " he laughs lightly " - don't want to make it sound like I'm dealing drugs or something, but if there's anything you forgot, well, these are kinda my stomping grounds. I can get a hold of any, y'know, medicines. If that would help. Just - " he holds up his hands. "Making the offer."
Jared stares, and fights against his animal instinct to grab Richard and pull him inside. "Thanks," he says, "that's - alright."
"Or, um, scents, if you'd rather," which makes Jared stop again, "because you're kinda, well. Projecting. A lot." He's looking anywhere but at Jared at this point, and is doing this sort of shuffle thing. "And I'm sure you don't mean to, but - "
Jared loses his internal struggle, and Richard yelps as he's dragged into the room and pressed against the wall.
"You can smell me," Jared says, "you're an - you're an omega?" He's terrified, a little relieved, because at least someone else knows what he's going through.
But Richard's shaking his head. "Ah. Not exactly," he says, "not at all."
"But - " Jared narrows his eyes and abruptly presses his nose down onto Richard's shoulder, moves up to sniff his throat and behind his ear. Richard's very still, breathing lightly, and Jared can smell - oh, sweat and salt and a hint of smoke, probably from the con, pasta and tomato and ground beef, a warm sort of cologne, and beneath it all the unmistakable hint of alpha pheromones. Jared's heart speeds up, and he wants nothing more than to hold, be held, be thrown down and taken and knotted for hours because this is all he needs right here…
Richard pushes him away, gently, and Jared stumbles back a few steps to look down at him with pleading eyes. He's not dating anyone, right? Jared curses himself for putting on the covering scent, because obviously he's not smelling strong enough. Richard should be all over him. Right now. There's a bed right here. Or the floor, that would work, it's closer…
Richard snaps right in front of his face, and he jerks back to some semblance of reason. He licks his lips, and makes eye contact. Richard looks concerned.
"Jared, hey, calm down," and how can he tell Jared to calm down? He looks flustered himself, keeps running a hand through his hair. "Let's not do anything - rash. You're not thinking straight. I can get you suppressors, there's ones that work in the middle of a heat - "
" - prescription." Jared snaps.
" - I know people," Richard says, "it's okay, just tell me what you need - "
"What I need is you."
"…okay." He seems surprised, why is he surprised? "Jared - " he looks down as Jared comes closer, holds up his hands, and Jared can smell him, he's aroused, why isn't he doing anything? "Jared, I don't think our relationship is quite at the point - "
"Screw that," Jared says with a whine, and plops down onto the bed. He tilts his head and scowls petulantly. "What kind of alpha are you, anyway?" He thinks back to his earlier musings. "Don't you have a kid? With a woman?"
"…Yeah. He's - not necessarily biological. And I'm the kind of alpha who, uh, tries not to be, uh, chauvinistic. Or take advantage. And you're making that really hard," he adds, "really hard."
"You're not taking advantage. I'm willing. Fully consensual." Jared makes a face. "I'm not frigging mindless here. Just horny." He looks up and down Richard's body, flares his nostrils to catch his heady scent. "I mean. I get it, if you're committed to someone, or something like that. But if not, I mean. Is it me?" He gives his best sad puppy face.
Richard's obviously affected. "No. It's not you, I'd be perfectly happy to - " he swallows and waves a hand " - but, Jared. You've been on suppressors, you have to have been, for how many years? You can't tell me you want this. The heat."
Jared rolls his eyes. "God, spare me from gentlemen. I went on suppressors because it was the practical thing to do, I grew up in Texas, I don't know if you've noticed but it's still not entirely in vogue to be out of the doghouse - "
" - you live in Canada - "
"You're not out! You live here! That's close!"
" - and I have relatives who would not hesitate to lump me in the category of animal and/or demonspawn if they knew. And it's different."
"How is it different?"
Richard glares at him and God, his scent gets stronger as he gets angrier. "Public opinion - omegas are, I dunno, unwilling slaves to their bodies twice a year, but harmless beyond that. And compatible with women if they need to be. Hell, you guys got, like, worshipped in ancient Greece or something. The divine union of the two sexes! We're just prehistoric throwbacks, testosterone-ridden madmen who can't reproduce without your hormones involved and go crazy at the slightest whiff of omega scent!" He laughs bitterly. "And hell, that part's true, if there's one stereotype that is. You don't know - when someone who doesn't bother to mask themselves walks by - you know what they say, men may think about sex every six seconds but that's all an alpha lives for. They don't make suppressors for us."
"Well you're obviously not going crazy enough," Jared snaps, "forgive me if I'm not feeling pity for your terrible plight." He deflates a little, though, and squirms. "Richard. Look. What harm could it do?"
"Jared. I don't - I don't want to be controlled by this, okay? And, ah, one-night stands aren't really my thing."
"We're friends, though, right? More than casual acquaintances, at least? I'm not an anonymous face you met in a bar. You know me. We can - I mean." Jared swallows. "We can try for a relationship. A real one. I wouldn't - it would be nice. Really nice." He tries to keep his voice level. "And I get you, I mean," he laughs, "I don't usually put out on the first date either. But, I dunno, just the fact that you're even worried about this. I like you. It's not," he stands and moves to place his hands on the wall on either side of Richard's face, "That's not the hormones talking."
Richard looks off to the side, but Jared can see his walls crumbling. "Pushy little bottom, aren't you?" he mutters, and snorts. "If I'd just known you were queer I'd have pegged you for an alpha right away."
"Yeah, and you're acting like an omega. Do you take bubble baths, too? Chocolate and romcoms?"
"I'm secure in my masculinity."
"Is that a yes?"
"I don't really like much chocolate. Just mousse."
"So romcoms." Jared leans down, and this time Richard doesn't resist, just opens his mouth up to the gentle press of lips. Jared can feel his warm breath, hear his pulse, and his own speeds up in turn. They stand there like that for a long moment, eyes closed, and then Richard fists his hands in Jared's shirt and drags him down for a rougher kiss. He nips at Jared, shoves his tongue in his mouth, and steadily pushes him down until his torso is laid out on the bed and his legs are spread out around Richard's. Richard's got one hand on his chest, the other on his arm where he's pressing hard enough to bruise.
He lets up with a noise of protest from Jared, and stares down at him with darkened eyes. "Fuck, you don't know what - " he trails off, then curls his hand around the collar of Jared's shirt and tugs. "Get it off, or I'll tear it," he warns.
"Tear it," Jared says, a challenge in his eyes.
Richard growls. "Brat," and he rips at the shirt, adrenaline-enhanced strength breaking through the cotton easily and baring Jared's chest. "You're so entitled, just think you can get," he paws at Jared's jeans and pushes them - with underwear - down in one shove, "anything you want." He pauses at the sight of Jared's erect cock, and grins a little. "Maybe I won't touch it," he snarls, "think you can come on my knot alone, big boy?"
"Fuck, yes," Jared groans, kicking the jeans fully off. "Come on, knot me, please."
Richard strips just as quickly, pausing only to retrieve a brightly-colored packet from his jacket pocket.
Jared rolls his eyes. "Seriously? We don't need - is that even - "
"Yes, we do, and yes it is, because I like to be prepared for any eventuality," Richard snaps, "I'm not knocking you up tonight. Get up to the top of the bed. Now."
Jared obeys, suppressing a smirk, as Richard rolls the condom on. Of course Richard was prepared. He knew what would happen. Jared stares greedily at the already slightly swollen gland at the base of Richard's penis until he's very happily distracted by Richard's mouth, biting at his shoulders and neck and nipples, and his hands, clawing along Jared's sides. There would be marks. It's been such a long time since Jared was marked, and he reciprocates eagerly as he spreads his legs further.
"I'd go for lube," Richard chuckles in his ear, "but you're already dripping down there, aren't you?" He eases off of Jared, scoots down the bed, and Jared makes to turn over into a four-legged position. Richard stops him with a push down back onto his back.
"Hell no," he says, staring directly into Jared's eyes, "You're not an animal, I'm not an animal, and we're doing this face-to-face. Got it?"
Jared nods, and settles back down, opening his legs wide as Richard slips two fingers into his wet hole. His mouth droops open - it's not enough to suck in air through his nostrils, because he's breathless with anticipation and - yes, yes, there it is, damn Richard has clever hands, three fingers slip in as easily as two and probe to expertly hit that spot. He yowls. Richard laughs, and does it again, and again, and again, until Jared's writhing and begging and Richard can't resist anymore.
He presses in slowly and inexorably, settling in deep as Jared's legs hook around his shoulders, and they both pant there briefly before he starts to move, faster and faster, in and out. He's talented, hits Jared just right with nearly every stroke, grips Jared's forearms and true to his word doesn't touch Jared's cock. He keeps eye contact, staring Jared down, cowing him with alpha willpower and opening himself up as an equal at the same time.
He starts to lose rhythm, and just rocks against Jared, balls deep. Jared can feel the knot building, swelling, and Richard shudders and collapses on him, still rocking. The knot presses in deeply, rolls into him with the movement of Richard's hips, and Jared comes, scratching across Richard's back and crying out. They tremble against each other, holding on tightly, as their breathing slows.
Jared shifts slightly. The knot holds fast, and Richard tugs him around so that they're laying side by side with one of Jared's legs propped up over Richard's hips. Jared tilts his head down to kiss him slowly, and they do so with a gentleness absent from their earlier frantic attempts to claim each other. A few minutes pass, and Richard pulls his head back to nuzzle against Jared's shoulder, laying soft kisses along it. Their breath synchronizes, slowly; Jared can hear their heartbeats pounding along together, and he can no longer differentiate his own scents from Richard's.
He doesn't want it to end, but the knot recedes, and soon after Richard pulls away. Jared whines at him, but he just laughs as he pads off, flicking on the bathroom lights briefly and puttering around before turning them off again and returning with a warm cloth. He strokes it along Jared's stomach, in between his thighs and - even more gently - around his cock, down the crease of his buttocks. Jared grabs for him, but he slips away again to discard the washcloth.
The urgent press of heat is gone, replaced with a sweet, warm sense of belonging and happiness. The next time Richard returns, he lets Jared grab him, and they curl against each other as they drift off to sleep.
~~~
Jared wakes up blinking, a little sore, with the scratch of stubble against his chest. He looks down, and smiles widely to see Richard there. He drops one hand down to cup the other man's buttocks, and turns his head to start to kiss down Richard's ear and neck.
That wakes him up, and he squints at Jared's chest for a moment before reacting. He squirms away, laughing. "You're insatiable."
"Part of the definition," Jared says, "I am in heat."
"Mmm." He reaches up to weave his fingers through Jared's hair, pets him, and lets his other hand reach down to brush against Jared's very interested dick.
It's slower this time, drawn out, with none of the hard edge of the first. Richard's just as good with his mouth as his hands - good, because he had to make up somehow for interrupting it with his mad scramble for another condom. Jared complained the whole time, of course. "There's putting out on the first date," Richard grumbled at him, "and then there's making an actual baby, and I am not willing to go for the latter quite yet. Humor me," so Jared graciously forgives him after the incredible blowjob and resolves to mock Richard for bringing not one condom but two - maybe three, he should find out - to 'just' check on Jared.
They're cuddling - to hell with masculinity - still knotted tight, when Richard turns his head to squint at the clock. "Huh," he says, and Jared grunts.
"What?"
"Don't you have a panel in about, oh, half an hour?"
"What - " Jared scrambles to see, awkwardly. "Oh, hell," he says, looking at the clock and then down at them joined together, "shit," but then Richard is laughing and he can't help but join in, high on oxytocin and prolactin and the smell of Richard's hair.
Author: rpssock
Rating: NC-17
Characters and/or Pairing: Jared/Richard
Warnings: Alpha (with bulbis glandis)/omega (hermaphrodite); as such, knotting and heat, mention of sort-of-male pregnancy
Word Count: 3426
Notes/Prompts: for the gabriel kink meme: Despite what most people assume Richard's an alpha and Jared's an omega. When Jared goes into heat at a con, Richard's there to help.
Shit. Shitshitshit.
Jared throws the discreet green bottle to the floor with a huff of disgust. It's his own fault, he knows, but it's not as if any other medicine is entirely unusable after the expiration date. By all rights, this shouldn't be either.
Which is probably a stupid thing to think, but the back of his neck itches and the tension in his shoulders is spreading to the rest of his body and he doesn't feel like being particularly logical right now. Hell, he can already smell himself, oozing pheromones like he hasn't since he was fifteen and didn't have the tools to suppress his heat. He'd hope that there weren't any alphas around, but the chance of that was practically zero. Especially around here. And the repercussions of a heat-induced one-night stand - when he's not even out - would be hell. Fuck. No, not fuck. Don't think about fucking.
When the weekend's over, he can retreat to his house. Too late to take the pills now, but he doesn't have any pressing engagements for a few days - he can wait it out in relative peace. Little masturbation here and there and he'll be fine. Too bad he can't drop out of the damn convention. Twenty-nine more hours. Shit.
Someone's rapping on the door. "Hey, Jared, get your ass out here already," and of course it's Jensen, "it's almost eight."
"Just a sec!" Jared calls, rifling through his bag and wishing he could at least skip the evening entertainment. He throws out clothes onto the floor as he digs around, finally closing on a small bottle. It'll at least keep the smell down, and he sprays it a couple times here and there.
Jensen knocks again just as Jared's opening the door, and says with a roll of his eyes, "And he's finally out. What were you doing, applying your makeup?"
Jared hits him.
~~~
He doesn't remember it coming on this fast, but then again he hasn't gone through a full heat for nearly ten years. He catches himself squirming on his seat, trying to catch a hint of friction, and gulps his glass of cold water down in three seconds flat. He figures alcohol, or sugar, or caffeine, or anything else will probably make it worse.
He's sure he looks uncomfortable, but, rationally, no one would jump to the right conclusion. Hell, he was engaged to Gen at one point - the fans know that. The obsessive ones, anyway. No reason for them to think he's, well, queer. He figures even the ones who'd decided they'd broken up because he wasn't straight just think he likes men. Normal men. Right?
Anyway, he joins in on the joking and messing around as much as he can; figures he can let everyone else take the spotlight most of the time. No one's complaining.
Chad looks at him oddly at one point, so he meets his gaze square on and smiles. The man looks away. It's almost ten. He'll wait ten more minutes, then excuse himself. Shouldn't be a problem.
Five minutes later, Jensen drags him on stage and tries to make him sing - singing? really? He fumbles the microphone, tries to grab it, and trips over a cord right onto Matt and Richard. They all go down in a pile amidst exclamations, laughter, noises of worry.
He's bright red and stammering apologies - he caught himself partway down, but his weight is still halfway on Richard, who looks winded. And surprised, of course, but he composes himself quickly and smirks up at Jared. Says some comment that sends the crowd into peals of laughter and claps Jared on the back. "You okay?" he murmurs in Jared's ear, and Jared nods, gets up, and holds a hand down. Richard squints at him for a moment, then springs back up to his feet.
"Aaand I think if Jared's willing to commit a murder-suicide by way of gravity to get out of this, we should let him outta here before he gets more creative!" The crowd groans, and Richard makes shooing motions to Jared. "Go on, scram. The smarter, more attractive people here will take over."
He figures he should probably say something to that, or at least not bolt, but the brief bodily contact's set him off and all he wants is to get out of there. Now.
~~~
He can't sleep, so he lies back on the bed watching mindless TV. It's not helping much - the blood in his veins is pounding hard, his smell is getting stronger, he's absently rubbing himself against the edge of the bed. To make matters worse - incredibly worse - he keeps drifting into thoughts about Richard. How he felt underneath, and how he'd feel touching Jared, kissing him, fucking him hard and fast, and these are entirely inappropriate, dammit. Hell, the guy's not even an alpha. Doesn't he have a kid?
Yes. So. Bad thoughts go away now.
The clock ticks past midnight, and he flicks off the TV and goes to turn out the lights. The room seems empty and quiet and large in the darkness. He'll take a shower. Jerking off might help.
Someone knocks on the door, and he freezes. Probably Jensen wondering why he left so abruptly, and he wants to ignore it, but it comes again, a little louder. He pads over to the door and peers through the peephole.
He has to look significantly further down than he thought he would. It's Richard, of all people. Probably the worst person to show up, actually. He's looking at the peephole expectantly, as if he could see Jared through it.
Against his better judgement, Jared opens the door. "Hey," he says, trying to be casual. "What's up?"
Richard shrugs and looks up at him with a funny look on his face. "Just, uh, seeing if you're okay. Sorry if I woke you up," he adds, noticing the darkness behind Jared, "didn't want you to think I was mad at you or something. No harm done. And, uh. Well." He trails off.
Jared gives a little, token smile. "You didn't wake me up, it's fine. I'm fine. Thanks." He moves to close the door.
Maybe he said it too quickly, because Richard doesn't move. "Hey. Look - " he laughs lightly " - don't want to make it sound like I'm dealing drugs or something, but if there's anything you forgot, well, these are kinda my stomping grounds. I can get a hold of any, y'know, medicines. If that would help. Just - " he holds up his hands. "Making the offer."
Jared stares, and fights against his animal instinct to grab Richard and pull him inside. "Thanks," he says, "that's - alright."
"Or, um, scents, if you'd rather," which makes Jared stop again, "because you're kinda, well. Projecting. A lot." He's looking anywhere but at Jared at this point, and is doing this sort of shuffle thing. "And I'm sure you don't mean to, but - "
Jared loses his internal struggle, and Richard yelps as he's dragged into the room and pressed against the wall.
"You can smell me," Jared says, "you're an - you're an omega?" He's terrified, a little relieved, because at least someone else knows what he's going through.
But Richard's shaking his head. "Ah. Not exactly," he says, "not at all."
"But - " Jared narrows his eyes and abruptly presses his nose down onto Richard's shoulder, moves up to sniff his throat and behind his ear. Richard's very still, breathing lightly, and Jared can smell - oh, sweat and salt and a hint of smoke, probably from the con, pasta and tomato and ground beef, a warm sort of cologne, and beneath it all the unmistakable hint of alpha pheromones. Jared's heart speeds up, and he wants nothing more than to hold, be held, be thrown down and taken and knotted for hours because this is all he needs right here…
Richard pushes him away, gently, and Jared stumbles back a few steps to look down at him with pleading eyes. He's not dating anyone, right? Jared curses himself for putting on the covering scent, because obviously he's not smelling strong enough. Richard should be all over him. Right now. There's a bed right here. Or the floor, that would work, it's closer…
Richard snaps right in front of his face, and he jerks back to some semblance of reason. He licks his lips, and makes eye contact. Richard looks concerned.
"Jared, hey, calm down," and how can he tell Jared to calm down? He looks flustered himself, keeps running a hand through his hair. "Let's not do anything - rash. You're not thinking straight. I can get you suppressors, there's ones that work in the middle of a heat - "
" - prescription." Jared snaps.
" - I know people," Richard says, "it's okay, just tell me what you need - "
"What I need is you."
"…okay." He seems surprised, why is he surprised? "Jared - " he looks down as Jared comes closer, holds up his hands, and Jared can smell him, he's aroused, why isn't he doing anything? "Jared, I don't think our relationship is quite at the point - "
"Screw that," Jared says with a whine, and plops down onto the bed. He tilts his head and scowls petulantly. "What kind of alpha are you, anyway?" He thinks back to his earlier musings. "Don't you have a kid? With a woman?"
"…Yeah. He's - not necessarily biological. And I'm the kind of alpha who, uh, tries not to be, uh, chauvinistic. Or take advantage. And you're making that really hard," he adds, "really hard."
"You're not taking advantage. I'm willing. Fully consensual." Jared makes a face. "I'm not frigging mindless here. Just horny." He looks up and down Richard's body, flares his nostrils to catch his heady scent. "I mean. I get it, if you're committed to someone, or something like that. But if not, I mean. Is it me?" He gives his best sad puppy face.
Richard's obviously affected. "No. It's not you, I'd be perfectly happy to - " he swallows and waves a hand " - but, Jared. You've been on suppressors, you have to have been, for how many years? You can't tell me you want this. The heat."
Jared rolls his eyes. "God, spare me from gentlemen. I went on suppressors because it was the practical thing to do, I grew up in Texas, I don't know if you've noticed but it's still not entirely in vogue to be out of the doghouse - "
" - you live in Canada - "
"You're not out! You live here! That's close!"
" - and I have relatives who would not hesitate to lump me in the category of animal and/or demonspawn if they knew. And it's different."
"How is it different?"
Richard glares at him and God, his scent gets stronger as he gets angrier. "Public opinion - omegas are, I dunno, unwilling slaves to their bodies twice a year, but harmless beyond that. And compatible with women if they need to be. Hell, you guys got, like, worshipped in ancient Greece or something. The divine union of the two sexes! We're just prehistoric throwbacks, testosterone-ridden madmen who can't reproduce without your hormones involved and go crazy at the slightest whiff of omega scent!" He laughs bitterly. "And hell, that part's true, if there's one stereotype that is. You don't know - when someone who doesn't bother to mask themselves walks by - you know what they say, men may think about sex every six seconds but that's all an alpha lives for. They don't make suppressors for us."
"Well you're obviously not going crazy enough," Jared snaps, "forgive me if I'm not feeling pity for your terrible plight." He deflates a little, though, and squirms. "Richard. Look. What harm could it do?"
"Jared. I don't - I don't want to be controlled by this, okay? And, ah, one-night stands aren't really my thing."
"We're friends, though, right? More than casual acquaintances, at least? I'm not an anonymous face you met in a bar. You know me. We can - I mean." Jared swallows. "We can try for a relationship. A real one. I wouldn't - it would be nice. Really nice." He tries to keep his voice level. "And I get you, I mean," he laughs, "I don't usually put out on the first date either. But, I dunno, just the fact that you're even worried about this. I like you. It's not," he stands and moves to place his hands on the wall on either side of Richard's face, "That's not the hormones talking."
Richard looks off to the side, but Jared can see his walls crumbling. "Pushy little bottom, aren't you?" he mutters, and snorts. "If I'd just known you were queer I'd have pegged you for an alpha right away."
"Yeah, and you're acting like an omega. Do you take bubble baths, too? Chocolate and romcoms?"
"I'm secure in my masculinity."
"Is that a yes?"
"I don't really like much chocolate. Just mousse."
"So romcoms." Jared leans down, and this time Richard doesn't resist, just opens his mouth up to the gentle press of lips. Jared can feel his warm breath, hear his pulse, and his own speeds up in turn. They stand there like that for a long moment, eyes closed, and then Richard fists his hands in Jared's shirt and drags him down for a rougher kiss. He nips at Jared, shoves his tongue in his mouth, and steadily pushes him down until his torso is laid out on the bed and his legs are spread out around Richard's. Richard's got one hand on his chest, the other on his arm where he's pressing hard enough to bruise.
He lets up with a noise of protest from Jared, and stares down at him with darkened eyes. "Fuck, you don't know what - " he trails off, then curls his hand around the collar of Jared's shirt and tugs. "Get it off, or I'll tear it," he warns.
"Tear it," Jared says, a challenge in his eyes.
Richard growls. "Brat," and he rips at the shirt, adrenaline-enhanced strength breaking through the cotton easily and baring Jared's chest. "You're so entitled, just think you can get," he paws at Jared's jeans and pushes them - with underwear - down in one shove, "anything you want." He pauses at the sight of Jared's erect cock, and grins a little. "Maybe I won't touch it," he snarls, "think you can come on my knot alone, big boy?"
"Fuck, yes," Jared groans, kicking the jeans fully off. "Come on, knot me, please."
Richard strips just as quickly, pausing only to retrieve a brightly-colored packet from his jacket pocket.
Jared rolls his eyes. "Seriously? We don't need - is that even - "
"Yes, we do, and yes it is, because I like to be prepared for any eventuality," Richard snaps, "I'm not knocking you up tonight. Get up to the top of the bed. Now."
Jared obeys, suppressing a smirk, as Richard rolls the condom on. Of course Richard was prepared. He knew what would happen. Jared stares greedily at the already slightly swollen gland at the base of Richard's penis until he's very happily distracted by Richard's mouth, biting at his shoulders and neck and nipples, and his hands, clawing along Jared's sides. There would be marks. It's been such a long time since Jared was marked, and he reciprocates eagerly as he spreads his legs further.
"I'd go for lube," Richard chuckles in his ear, "but you're already dripping down there, aren't you?" He eases off of Jared, scoots down the bed, and Jared makes to turn over into a four-legged position. Richard stops him with a push down back onto his back.
"Hell no," he says, staring directly into Jared's eyes, "You're not an animal, I'm not an animal, and we're doing this face-to-face. Got it?"
Jared nods, and settles back down, opening his legs wide as Richard slips two fingers into his wet hole. His mouth droops open - it's not enough to suck in air through his nostrils, because he's breathless with anticipation and - yes, yes, there it is, damn Richard has clever hands, three fingers slip in as easily as two and probe to expertly hit that spot. He yowls. Richard laughs, and does it again, and again, and again, until Jared's writhing and begging and Richard can't resist anymore.
He presses in slowly and inexorably, settling in deep as Jared's legs hook around his shoulders, and they both pant there briefly before he starts to move, faster and faster, in and out. He's talented, hits Jared just right with nearly every stroke, grips Jared's forearms and true to his word doesn't touch Jared's cock. He keeps eye contact, staring Jared down, cowing him with alpha willpower and opening himself up as an equal at the same time.
He starts to lose rhythm, and just rocks against Jared, balls deep. Jared can feel the knot building, swelling, and Richard shudders and collapses on him, still rocking. The knot presses in deeply, rolls into him with the movement of Richard's hips, and Jared comes, scratching across Richard's back and crying out. They tremble against each other, holding on tightly, as their breathing slows.
Jared shifts slightly. The knot holds fast, and Richard tugs him around so that they're laying side by side with one of Jared's legs propped up over Richard's hips. Jared tilts his head down to kiss him slowly, and they do so with a gentleness absent from their earlier frantic attempts to claim each other. A few minutes pass, and Richard pulls his head back to nuzzle against Jared's shoulder, laying soft kisses along it. Their breath synchronizes, slowly; Jared can hear their heartbeats pounding along together, and he can no longer differentiate his own scents from Richard's.
He doesn't want it to end, but the knot recedes, and soon after Richard pulls away. Jared whines at him, but he just laughs as he pads off, flicking on the bathroom lights briefly and puttering around before turning them off again and returning with a warm cloth. He strokes it along Jared's stomach, in between his thighs and - even more gently - around his cock, down the crease of his buttocks. Jared grabs for him, but he slips away again to discard the washcloth.
The urgent press of heat is gone, replaced with a sweet, warm sense of belonging and happiness. The next time Richard returns, he lets Jared grab him, and they curl against each other as they drift off to sleep.
~~~
Jared wakes up blinking, a little sore, with the scratch of stubble against his chest. He looks down, and smiles widely to see Richard there. He drops one hand down to cup the other man's buttocks, and turns his head to start to kiss down Richard's ear and neck.
That wakes him up, and he squints at Jared's chest for a moment before reacting. He squirms away, laughing. "You're insatiable."
"Part of the definition," Jared says, "I am in heat."
"Mmm." He reaches up to weave his fingers through Jared's hair, pets him, and lets his other hand reach down to brush against Jared's very interested dick.
It's slower this time, drawn out, with none of the hard edge of the first. Richard's just as good with his mouth as his hands - good, because he had to make up somehow for interrupting it with his mad scramble for another condom. Jared complained the whole time, of course. "There's putting out on the first date," Richard grumbled at him, "and then there's making an actual baby, and I am not willing to go for the latter quite yet. Humor me," so Jared graciously forgives him after the incredible blowjob and resolves to mock Richard for bringing not one condom but two - maybe three, he should find out - to 'just' check on Jared.
They're cuddling - to hell with masculinity - still knotted tight, when Richard turns his head to squint at the clock. "Huh," he says, and Jared grunts.
"What?"
"Don't you have a panel in about, oh, half an hour?"
"What - " Jared scrambles to see, awkwardly. "Oh, hell," he says, looking at the clock and then down at them joined together, "shit," but then Richard is laughing and he can't help but join in, high on oxytocin and prolactin and the smell of Richard's hair.