Unpresented kindy that billets with mated couple sidgeno and presents as an omega while they're out one day. Everything smells wrong to him except sid's nest so he crawls in and ruts his new pussy against the soft blankets that smell like the older couple he may or may not have a crush on. And that's how sidgeno find him when they get home
Omg I love this I love this
Id imagine Ben didn't even realize he was presenting, all he knew was that everything suddenly smelled 'wrong'
The hallway, the kitchen, even Geno’s expensive cologne lingering near the front door, like all of it was sharp and off and was making his stomach twist. He’d been fine that morning.
And like it's his rookie year and he's living with his captain and the captain's mate, crashing in their guest room most nights because the lease on his place didn't start until next month bc of a small hiccup from the housing dept w the pens. So he doesn't want to come off as rude and be like omg this place smells like shit and he's only 19 and still trying to keep his head down and not make the fact he's staying there weird bc he maybe, possibly, definitely has a crush on both of them.
Then the heat hit while they were at the arena for some vet meeting thing.
He’d barely made it upstairs before his body started changing. Soft new slick between his legs, a sudden empty ache low in his belly, and the only thing that didn’t make him want to claw his skin off was the open door to Sid and Geno’s room.
It was a careful, ridiculous pile of soft blankets and hoodies and used team gear and some of Geno’s old shirts, all layered in the middle of the big bed. It smelled like both of them. Sid’s clean, quiet omega scent and Geno’s heavier alpha one, mixed together the way they always were.
Ben crawled in without thinking.
He ended up on his stomach in the middle of it, face pressed into a pillow that smelled like Sid’s hair, and his hips started rocking without permission. His new pussy was already wet, sensitive in a way that made every drag of soft fabric feel perfect. He rubbed against the blankets in small, desperate motions, chasing the friction bc he literally didn't know any other way to satisfy himself other than that and breathing in the scent of the older couple like it might keep him from flying apart. A soft, broken noise slipped out of his throat. He was so gone he didn’t even hear the front door open downstairs.
Sid and Geno found him like that.
Ben frozen mid-rut, cheeks flushed, new omega scent flooding the room and for a second nobody moved.
Then Geno made a low, interested sound in the back of his throat, and Sid’s eyes went soft.
“Oh, kid,” Sid said quietly, already stripping out of his hoodie to add to the nest for Ben. “It’s okay. We’ve got you.”
Ben tried to scramble up, tried to apologize, but Geno was on the bed in two long strides, big hands settling on Ben’s hips and pressing him carefully back down into the nest. “Stay. You’re already here. Already wet. We take care of you now.”
Sid climbed in behind him and guided Ben to settle more comfortably w his head on Sid's lap. Warm hands found Ben’s shoulders first, then slid up into his hair, thumbs pressing slow, careful circles against his scalp. The touch was grounding, almost dizzying in how soft it felt.
“Breathe,” Sid murmured, voice low and steady right by Ben’s ear. “Presenting’s a lot. Your body’s just figuring itself out. New scent, new slick, your first heat, it’s all normal. Every omega goes through it. And if you feel safe here, you’re not doing anything wrong.”
Geno shifted behind Ben, big hands spreading his thighs, and Ben felt the blunt press of his cock sliding through the mess of slick. Geno pushed in slow, thick and relentless, filling him until Ben’s breath hitched.
Sid kept talking, kept massaging, never rushing. “Heats’ll come in waves. First one’s usually the strongest. You’ll want to nest, want to be close to alphas you trust, want to get fucked until the ache eases. That’s not greedy and your not bad for wanting a lot. That’s just how it works. Your body’s asking for what it needs.”
Geno started thrusting, deep and steady, one hand braced next to Ben's stomach while the other stroked the curve of his hip. Every drag of his cock pulled soft, punched-out sounds out of Ben. Sid’s fingers never stopped moving through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, then trailing down to knead the tight muscles of his shoulders and neck.
“You’re doing so well,” Sid whispered. “Taking G like that. Feels good, doesn’t it? Being full. Being safe in someone else’s nest."
Geno’s rhythm grew heavier, more purposeful. Ben could feel the swell of his knot starting to catch, stretching him wider with every push. Sid pressed a soft kiss to Ben’s hairline, still murmuring quiet, steady reassurances while Geno fucked him through it.
“Almost there,” Sid soothed. “Let him knot you. It’ll help. Pressure’s good for the cramps. You’ll feel full and heavy and calm after. That’s the good part. That’s what your body wants.”
Geno growled low and shoved in deep one last time, knot locking tight behind Ben’s pubic bone as he came. The sudden, overwhelming fullness punched a broken moan out of Ben. Geno’s weight settled over him, careful not to crush him, while Sid kept petting his hair and shoulders, voice never rising above that gentle, steady murmur.
“There you go. Just breathe through it. You’re okay. You’re an omega now, and that’s normal. Everything you’re feeling is normal. We’ve got you.”
They stayed like that for a long time after, with Geno still knotted deep inside him and Sid’s hands never leaving his hair or shoulders, quiet words of reassurance and soft praise filling the space between Ben’s shaky breaths.
Ben’s heat was only just starting but he had a feeling he wasn’t sleeping in the guest room again anytime soon.
