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This is a post for any REAL PERSON PROMPTS.
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic ( Read more... )
Omegas have the ability to bear children, and during pregnancy, their bodies undergo physical changes, (they become more feminine looking, grow breasts, and their cocks shrink as the pregnancy progresses). The changes last until the omega stops breast feeding.
Jensen hates the way his new body looks, he feels completely humiliated, and it's made worse by the fact that Jeff and Jared love it, they're always playing with his breasts, and teasing him about his tiny cock. The baby is ready to be weaned and Jensen can't wait for his body to get back to normal. When he goes for his final check up, the doctor overhears Jeff and Jared talking about how much they're going to miss Jensen looking like this.
He tells them there's an easy solution to their problem, as long as Jensen's breasts are stimulated to keep producing milk, he won't revert back. He gives them a card for the local dairy, and tells them that a lot of omegas are sent there by owners who like the more feminine look. And there's also quite a demand for the milk they produce, so it can bring in extra cash for the family.
So every morniong on their way to work they drop Jensen off, and he spends his days locked in a stall, being milked and treated like an animal by the dairy staff. At weekends they have a small milking machine for use at home, after all they don't want his milk to dry up.
Bonus points if they use the money from Jensen's milk to buy him pretty clothes and toys, things that just makle him feel even more humiliated.
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Jensen’s left sat on the bed, holding the baby.
He’s only wearing a skirt, his breasts exposed in case Jonah gets hungry, but for the last time. The nurse said it was right to move him off breast milk completely, and Jared’s paranoia about always following medical advice meant that Jeff reluctantly agreed. Jensen had the feeling he’d be nursing the kid forever otherwise.
He has to look down past his breasts and his stomach to see the baby nestled in his lap and he shivers in disgust. He can’t believe that they find him attractive like this. He has huge mounds on his chest, with bulging nipples, and his stomach is still swollen. At least he can’t see the pathetic thing his cock’s become: even if he never gets to use it for anything other than pissing, he’s looking forward to it getting back to normal. He hates it when Jared binds his breasts and tugs on his nipples, when Jeff forces him to measure his dick every day and celebrates every inch lost by choking him with a real one. He hates that everyone knows. A couple of years ago, he could run an errand and pass as a beta, but now people only have to look at his face or his chest or his hips to know what he is. He doesn’t even walk the same anymore; he has to take smaller steps to support his back and so has to trot to keep up with Jared, who thinks it’s hilarious.
His place has been in the nursery the past few months, but Jared’s getting jealous, thinks his precious Jonah will be tainted if he spends more time bonding with his omega when he should be bonding with his real parent, and Jeff’s been getting rough. It’s unusual, they know, but Jared’s a teacher and says that in his experience, alpha children do better with an older beta child to nurture them. Jonah’s Jared’s son. When he was first pregnant, Jensen had to be locked away so that Jeff didn’t tear the fetus out with his teeth. He doesn’t think it’ll be too long before he’s knocked up again, and Jensen’s determined to rediscover himself before it happens.
Jeff, Jared, the doctor and the nurse are discussing Jonah’s new diet, Jensen can see the charts on the wall, even though he can’t make out all the words. Then they all turn and look at him, and he lowers his eyes automatically, hates to be the focus of so much attention.
“I’m going to miss him looking like that,” Jeff says, “I like him all smooth and round.”
Jensen doesn’t dare look up or react. He tries his best not to tense up and disturb Jonah.
“It’s like he’s more… ours, or something,” Jared agrees.
Jensen knows he’s had it easy, living with Jared for such a long time. He knows he’s lucky that when Jeff claimed Jared, he took in Jensen too, and that he’s old for a first time breeder, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt as terrified.
“Oh, that’s easy,” the doctor said. “If you want to keep him lactating, you do have a number of options. You wouldn’t be the first to feel that way.”
Jensen closes his eyes. He hears Jeff walk over to him, listens to his footsteps, and then Jeff starts patting his head. “What can we do?”
“Well, another pregnancy would be the simplest thing, either with one of you or you could look for another omega. I wouldn’t recommend letting him continue to breast-feed Jonah here, and due to the general trend for lactating omegas, there’s little demand for wet-nurses these days, but as long as you keep him stimulated he won’t lose this figure. You can pump him at home, or you can contract him on a daily basis to one of the local dairies. It’s really quite safe now, and so long as he keeps producing milk they’ll pay you rent for him.”
His fingers are digging sharply into his skin, but he keeps the cradle his arms are making still. Jensen knows Jeff; he knows he’ll want this. The pats on his head are firmer.
“Will it affect his ability to have more children?” Jared asked, and Jensen prays the answer will be ‘Yes’.
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Jensen starts shaking and Jeff waits for Jared to take Jonah from him before slapping him.
“Sorry doctor,” Jared says, “he gets emotional sometimes. Doesn’t like change.”
“Sirs, may I speak with him a moment?” It’s the nurse. Jeff, Jared and the doctor back off and keep talking, while the nurse kneels down in front of Jensen. Jensen immediately sinks to the floor as well. It’s an old trick, one that makes it easier to keep their conversations private. “It’s scary I know, but it’s what your alpha wants and so it’s easier if you want it too, right?”
“I hate this,” Jensen admits. “I’m fat and slow and clumsy and I’m less…” He doesn’t know how to express the loss his feels.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” the nurse says, and Jensen laughs, because the guy’s a beta, and he’ll never have to go through this crap. “You’re not less of an alpha or beta for wanting this, you’re more of an omega.”
“I don’t want this,” he hisses.
“You will. You’re a good fit for them Jensen, you want to please them, right?”
He nods, because anything else can be a death sentence.
“And they want you to be the best you can be. Don’t you want that too?”
Jensen nods again.
They don’t touch, but the nurse smiles. “Good boy. Now wipe your eyes and get on your feet.”
Jensen does, because there’s nothing else he can do.
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He stays in the nursery one more night because Jared insists that they not mess with his routine too much before his big day. Jeff’s not happy, but he entrusted care of the household to Jared long ago and doesn’t overrule him.
Jensen’s too afraid the next morning to eat, so Jeff sits with him and forces toast down his throat, while Jared plays with his hair and tries to relax him. They get out his full collar since he’s going to be in the hands of the dairy staff unsupervised, even though any routine scan will bring up all of his identifying information.
Jared kisses him before they leave, tells Jensen that they’re proud of him, and then kisses Jeff. Jeff tells Jared that he’ll call at lunchtime before directing Jensen to the car.
Jensen sits still and quiet, hands in his lap, eyes on his hands. He doesn’t want to see the sunny day outside the window.
When Jeff stops the car, he rubs his palm over Jensen’s back in calming circles, even though it’s Jensen’s chest that aches. “You can do this. For Jared, you can do this. He’s taken the next two weeks off, but he’d love to have longer.”
“Yes, sir. For Jared.”
He follows Jeff into the office, where he’s stripped and weighed, and a beta ties a blue ribbon around his wrist.
The alpha in charge and Jeff discuss times and schedules and fees, but Jensen can’t concentrate, can’t hear anything other than his pulse and his breathing.
“Great! If you just sign here, we’ll get things started. Do you want to stick around?”
Jensen doesn’t want Jeff to see him like this.
Jeff’s eyes rake him up and down before saying “No.”
Jensen tilts his head in thanks.
“Well, come back any time after five and he’ll be ready for you to collect.”
Jensen follows a beta into a barn, where he’s led to a stall with a pump and a thick mat up on a platform.
“You need to piss? Shit? Drink?”
“No sir,” he whispers.
“Good, then kneel down on the mat.”
Jensen gets on all fours. He has to keep low so that the suction horns fit properly over his nipples. The beta straps his ankles in place and encourages him to lean his weight on his forearms. His wrists are loosely bound too.
“You see this?” The beta gestures to a big red button that Jensen would have to stretch to reach. “You hit this in an emergency. Not because you’re uncomfortable, or because you want to go home, but in an emergency, clear?”
He nods.
“It’ll feel good, just you wait,” the beta says. He flicks the switch and Jensen groans.
It’s like a flood of painful relief.
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He hears a laugh. “Twenty minutes, kid.”
The beta smacks him on the ass and leaves.
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It’s very disorientating, losing all track of time, and Jensen hates it. He doesn’t know how long he’s been strapped there, doesn’t know how long it’s been since the beta turned off the pump. He was fed, watered, taken to the bathroom, then returned to his platform and blindfolded and ordered to lie down and sleep. As if he could.
He thinks it’s probably been three hours or so, since the throbbing in his breasts is back. It’s like his whole world has narrowed to the two points of pain on his chest. He tries to squash them against the cool fabric of the mat but it doesn’t do much good.
He’s at their mercy, and he knows it, so when the beta comes back, Jensen doesn’t fidget. He jerks and recoils when his flank gets stroked unexpectedly, but forces himself to lean into it, and fakes a happy sigh.
“That’s it, that’s it. I knew you’d come around. Want another ride?”
“Yes please, sir,” Jensen says.
He thinks it’s the same routine as before. When the pump’s shut off, he’s offered water and soup, but this time when he’s done they cover him in sunscreen and turn him out into a field.
There are thirty so or omegas already there, and for a moment, Jensen feels like he’s back in class. He hasn’t been around so many of his own kind in a long time and it’s wrong, he knows, but he feels a little disgusted when he sees them. They’re so… he doesn’t have a word for it, but they all look pregnant. Deformed. He knows he looks the same.
They’re mainly sat in a circle on the grass, and that too reminds him of school. He wanders over to the edge of the group and two of them shuffle aside to let him in. It turns out he was almost right: an omega with dark hair is addressing the group, telling them about all the places he’s been. He talks about France, tells them about seeing the Eiffel Tower, about trying snails and wine and cheese. He sings a bit of a children’s song he can remember and explains how in French there are different ways of addressing alphas and betas. Then he teaches them to say hello and good morning, and how to say their names, which is how Jensen ends up introducing himself to the others.
After awhile they start getting distracted. It’s sunny and hot, and some of them fall asleep. Some of them get uneasy and start massaging their breasts. Jensen ignores the pain in his own and talks to an omega named Matt. He’s funny and curious, and Jensen feels ashamed when he realizes that’s not at all what he expected.
When his breasts become so engorged that he can’t bear the feeling any longer, Matt drags him into the orderly queue forming outside the barn. The betas work to an actual clock, he explains, but there’s no point prolonging the pain.
“Why do they even like us like this?” Jensen asks. He aches and he’s cross and the encouraging hand Matt tries to lay on his arm feels more like a bruise. “I know they didn’t send me here for the money.” Except, maybe they did. Thirty years ago, an alpha could easily support a family on a single income, but now that just wasn’t true. Jared had continued to work while Jensen had stayed home with Jonah and it had devastated him. Stay at home betas were becoming a thing of the past, and some alpha and beta couples were even using omega surrogates instead of marrying them.
Matt shakes his head and shrugs. “Alphas and betas are weird. We need to stick together.”
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After his third milking, Jensen is given more water. He slurps at it, too tired to care that half of it ends up splashed on his skin, and curls up in a ball. A beta comes by with a heavy blanket and a pillow, and Jensen lets himself be coaxed into making himself more comfortable.
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Years ago, when it had just been Jared and Jensen, Jensen had worked serving lunch at Jared’s school. His paycheck went to Jared, of course, but the alpha in charge had secretly given him twenty dollars a week in cash. He’d told Jensen not to be naïve: when Jared found an alpha, Jensen would be history. “You’re pretty, but Jared’s smart. He won’t give up a chance at a triumvirate for you.” It hadn’t scared him then, not the way it did now.
When the beta returns, it’s with his clothes, and Jensen dresses. He’s taken back to the office where he’s given a letter to give to Jeff, and told to follow the others to the collection point.
A beta snaps at him for wasting his alpha’s time, but Jensen smiles to see that Jeff’s already waiting for him.
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“Let me see it.”
For a second, Jensen thinks Jeff means what’s left of his cock, but Jeff gestures to the letter he’s clutching instead.
“Hmm, once at home every evening, and four times a day at weekends. Looks like you’re going to be busy, Jensen.”
Compared to what he was doing when he was alone with Jonah, it’s a piece of cake. Compared to what he was doing for the first few years after he met Jeff, it’s practically a career. It’s probably the only job he’ll ever have again, unless Jeff starts loaning him out to breed with omegas. He’s been bred now. He’s feeble.
“I can do it.”
“If you’re sick or injured, or if you skip pumping, you’ll dry up and you’ll be useless. So at the weekends, we’re not gonna check up on you unless you ask us to. You’ve still got your manual pump, and we trust you to use it. Come to me and I’ll sign your compliance form no matter what, you understand? Sometimes these things just happen.”
Jeff’s giving him an out.
It’s awkward, since they’re sat in the car and Jeff parked in the road so they’re not even in private, but Jensen thanks his alpha formally. He takes off his top to expose his belly, closes his eyes and turns his head away, stretching to expose his throat.
Jeff leans over and kisses his collar, then bites his neck gently.
“I won’t do it unless I really have to, sir,” Jensen says. “I know what this could mean for Jared.”
Jeff tugs on Jensen’s hair lightly to get him to face him. He looks directly into Jensen’s eyes and says, “I wish you could just stay home and look this beautiful all the time.”
Yeah, right, it’s the money part that Jeff has a problem with, not the forcing Jensen to look like a monster part.
“Just because we’re asking you to do this, doesn’t mean we love you any less. Besides, there is one benefit,” Jeff says and he reaches out and squeezes Jensen’s right breast. “I thought we were going to lose you.”
Before, Jensen rarely got angry, rarely got tired, rarely got upset. Rarely cried. But he was different now, weaker. “You’ve already lost me. I thought you liked who I was back when-“ Back when they first met, he remembers falling in love with Jeff’s voice, remembers how hard it was not to just fall to his knees at Jeff’s feet. Jared stopped showing Jensen sexual attention, didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings, but they’d go swimming and running together, and Jeff would watch indulgently from the sidelines and tease Jared for letting an omega get so far ahead of him. Jensen wasn’t an alpha, wasn’t a beta, his body was all he’d ever had, and Jeff and Jared had taken it from him.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t be silly, you’re getting all confused over nothing. We’ve always loved you, but who you are now? Jensen, we made you this way. How could we not love you more? Here, dry your eyes, you don’t want Jared and Jonah seeing you upset now, do you?”
Jensen doesn’t. That’s the one thing about him that hasn’t changed.
“And don’t put that shirt back on. I’m not gonna let you hide any more.”
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“… Fine. How was your day?”
Jared beams and tells them about Jonah’s every move, and about all the lovely things people said about Jonah when Jared took him to the market. “I think it’s because he’s got your eyes, Jen. And I hope you don’t mind Jeff, but I got him something to celebrate his first day. He can’t get the money so…”
It’s something in a pale blue box. Jeff peeks inside before handing it over to Jensen, who opens it fully.
“Thanks, Jared,” he says, because that’s the polite thing to do, even though it contains some of the most indecent clothes Jensen’s ever seen. “But next time, please spend it on Jonah instead.” He doesn’t say, ‘He’s my son too.’
“Get naked,” Jeff orders. “I want to dress you for dinner. It’ll keep, won’t it?”
Jared grins, and Jeff kisses him. “I knew I married you for a reason.”
Jeff puts the pink underwear on him first. It’s tiny, more like a string than a piece of fabric, and there’s just about room for his stump of a cock in it. Jeff pokes at it and tries to flatten it down. Jensen’s balls shriveled up long ago.
“And,” Jared adds, “it’s absorbent, so we can get him as hot and wet as you like.”
“Interesting.”
The clips are next, tiny clamps with silver bells on. One goes on each ear and then one on each nipple. Jensen winces pre-emptively so Jeff rubs at him through his underwear to help distract him from the pain.
“It’s a corset,” Jared says, when Jeff doesn’t quite know what to do with the final item. “You tie it like… let me do it.”
Jeff takes Jonah, who’d fallen asleep on Jared’s shoulder, and Jared efficiently laces Jensen up.
“Breathe in,” he says, and Jensen’s startled by the sudden jolt as Jared tugs with all his might on the ribbon. Jeff laughs. “Here, gorgeous.”
When Jensen looks down, it’s like his breasts have been displayed on a shelf. They look massive, and they’re only going to get bigger as the evening progresses. His hips look massive too, and he feels suddenly dizzy.
“Easy,” Jared says, experimentally running his hands round Jensen’s waist. “Sit down, and try to eat.”
Jensen jingles as he moves.
Jared’s prepared a chicken salad, and Jensen feels guilty but he just can’t eat much. He tries, but there’s nowhere for the food to go, his stomach too constricted and his breathing too fast for swallowing to be much of an option. He’s also has an unexpected pang of horror at the thought of eating meat. Jeff and Jared would never let him be a vegetarian, but the thought of the chickens cooped up in the barn horrifies him now, when it didn’t before. He’s not stupid; he knows why.
Jeff finishes off Jensen’s plate.
Jensen pats his breasts without even realizing he’s doing it until Jeff asks him if it’s time. “Not yet. Maybe, half eight, if that’s all right with you?”
“He has to do it at home too,” Jeff explains.
“I’m sorry,” Jared says, looking genuinely distressed, “I didn’t… why don’t you go relax until then? Have a bath or something? Then pump yourself and then come to bed. With us. From now on, I’ll deal with Jonah.”
Jeff nods his permission, so Jensen excuses himself. If he were in a better mood, he’d stay and clear up anyway, but he isn’t, so he doesn’t. He’s trying to lean over to turn the taps on in the bathroom when he realizes that he can’t get undressed without help. He groans and makes his way back downstairs.
Jeff’s watching the news, so Jensen interrupts Jared in the kitchen. Jared apologizes when he sees what’s wrong, but Jensen can’t bear to hear it, not for so minor a detail.
“You might have meant for me to bathe in it,” Jensen says. He pauses, not sure if what he wants to ask is something he should be asking Jeff instead, but Jared catches it and prods him gently in the back.
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“May I read one of your books in the bathroom? I’ll be really careful with it and you can choose it to make sure it’s not one you like.” Matt told him that on Tuesdays, the circle liked to talk about books. Jensen hasn’t read any in years, and he doesn’t want to look stupid in front of the other omegas, even though Matt assured him that’s not something omegas hold against each other.
Jared’s more excited than Jensen would have expected. “Of course. Do you want me to help you choose something or do you want to pick something out for yourself? Don’t worry, anything you like is fine.”
“Er…” Jared has a lot of books to choose from. “Could you help me?”
School’s only compulsory for omegas up until age twelve, mainly because so many grow up in groups rather than in families. Jensen’s first job was cleaning his old school, his wages going back to the alpha in charge of the group home, so he managed to convince them to let him attend some classes with the family omegas. He picked science and music though. Not literature.
Jared’s collection contains copies of all the books he teaches. “Maybe something that my older students like,” he says, “what do you want? Something funny? Sad? Romantic? Scary?”
It sounds overwhelming. Jensen thinks it might have been a bad idea and starts to back away, but Jared stops him. “I know, right, they all sound awesome. Here, try this.” He pulls out an orange and white book with ‘Level 5 Anthology’ on the front. “There are short stories and poems from all around the world, and you can read them and tell me which ones you like. And there are probably a million copies of this in existence so if it gets wet it won’t matter.”
Jensen thinks that sounds good. Maybe the families of the omegas at the dairy will have copies as well.
“Huh,” Jared says thoughtfully, “I guess they might not be my students any longer.”
It’s not Jensen’s place to comment, but he knows this can’t be a permanent fix. “I still think of my teachers as my teachers,” he says, “and when Jonah has his alpha siblings, I’m sure you’ll be teaching then.”
“You’re right.”
Jensen carefully keeps his gaze on Jared’s chin. He thinks it would be best to be polite, since he knows that talking to omegas about finances can be embarrassing. “Thank you for the book.”
“You’re welcome. Now go and take your bath.”
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It’s not as easy to milk at home. Only one day, and he’s been spoiled by the gentle suction of the dairy equipment.
Jensen picks a line from a poem he read about cats and recites it to himself over and over, trying to memorize it. He’s always liked cats, but Jeff and Jared like dogs, so he knows what they’ll be getting when their children are old enough.
He feels better once it’s done.
He doesn’t want to seem ungrateful, so he puts his new pink underwear back on before heading to the master bedroom.
Jeff’s shaving in the en-suite bathroom, so Jensen sits and waits at the foot of the bed. His own razor is in the bin now. He doesn’t need it.
Jared comes in a few minutes later, “Jonah’s asleep!” he says, before undressing.
Since he’s been sleeping in the nursery, Jensen hasn’t seen much of Jared and Jeff’s naked bodies recently, but now he Jared now and he’s speechless. He’s strong and powerful and he smells… he smells like safety. Jensen never measured up, not really, and he folds his spindly arms over his breasts, embarrassed.
“Come here,” Jared says, and so Jensen moves to lie in the middle of the bed and Jared snuggles up beside him. “Jeff spoke for me too, Jensen.”
“Huh?”
Jared sighs. “I told Jonah ‘The Story of the Knives’ to get him to sleep tonight.”
Everyone knows it. Alpha, beta and omega live together in the forest. Alpha has his hunting knife, beta has his carving knife and omega puts aside his throwing knife so he’s light enough to climb the trees and pick fruit. Everyone lives happily ever after.
“I can’t believe you told our kid that,” Jeff calls from the bathroom. “I mean it’s not exactly subtle.”
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Jensen whispers, “Yes.”
“Then keep picking the fruit. You don’t need your knife back.”
He knows there’s something wrong with him now, as Jared’s hand on the stub of his cock feels good enough that he doesn’t protest that you only pick fruit when it’s in season.
Jeff joins them, pushes up against Jensen’s front, and Jensen thinks that they must look ridiculous: a circle, protected on either side by a line. A breve. A double whole note. Maybe Jared has some books on music and Jensen could show him. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he could show Jared and Jared wouldn’t make jokes about Jensen’s ‘double holes’.
“Let us in,” Jeff says, in that voice he has, and Jensen shivers.
He gets onto his hands and knees, his breasts hanging down, thick and heavy, and waits. Jeff slowly lubes himself up, and Jensen throbs for him, angles himself so that his vagina’s accessible, but Jeff manipulates him so that he’s lined up for Jeff to fuck his ass instead.
“Not tonight, kitten. We don’t want you pregnant again just yet.”
Jared kneels up in front of Jensen’s face, and Jensen starts by licking him all over, but then Jeff starts thrusting into him and he loses control of himself so much that Jared has to guide him. He’s got Jared’s hands on his head and Jeff’s hands on his hips, while his own desperately clutch the sheets.
Jeff’s semen shoots up inside him, and Jared’s spurts into his mouth, but Jensen’s orgasm is more of a blur. He swallows and squirms until he’s made room to lie down again on his back, and Jared and Jeff kneel on either side of him, kissing over the top of his exhausted body. Jensen closes his eyes and smiles. Maybe this is what it feels like to be at peace.
He’s suddenly in agony though.
Pain lances through his nipples and he jolts up to find Jeff and Jared each biting on one of his nipples.
“Sorry, they’re just too tempting,” Jared says.
“Can’t believe we ever considered letting these puppies slip away,” Jeff adds.
Jensen doesn’t find it easy to get to sleep after that.
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When he wakes up the next morning, he still doesn’t get it.
He’s ugly and bloated, and the discomfort, well, it’s almost unbearable. He feels too lousy to eat and too sore to cover his breasts. He’s exhausted.
Jeff orders him out of bed though and down into the den, where Jared’s entertaining Jonah by making stupid faces.
“How do you feel when you look at them together?” Jeff asks, and Jensen doesn’t have an answer, because it’s pride and joy and love and fear all at once. “Well that’s how we feel when we look at you.”
Jensen nods.
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
Jensen doesn’t. “No, sir.”
Jeff looks disapproving, so Jensen vows to try and do better.
~~
Jensen straps his own ankles and his left wrist in place before the beta even gets into his stall. He’d do his right as well, but he can’t quite reach.
“Omegas,” the beta laughs when he sees it. “Dumb as a box of rocks.”
Jensen wants the pump on too much to talk back, and anyway, there’s a couple of ring gags hanging on the wall and Jensen doesn’t want one to get shoved in him. He doesn’t know where else they’ve been.
Finally, finally, the pump gets to work and Jensen throws his head back in relief. He tries to keep his mind on Jared’s poetry but he keeps losing track, so he lets himself get swept away by the rhythm.
Jared’s counting on him, and Jonah deserves to spend time with his father. Jeff doesn’t need the extra stress. Jensen’s made friends.
And it feels really fucking good.
Jensen can’t remember why he’d ever thought Jeff and Jared had anything other than his best interests at heart. Omegas could be really stupid sometimes.
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THE END
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If anyone wants to prompt me for a specific scene, I'd probably be able to write it. I've thought way too much about this!
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