Coach Melrose

Lysander Melrose Basketball Coach Versatile Omega Werewolf Part Of A Closed RP Group NSFW Content will appear

[himbodump]

Victor caught a whiff of something that he could only describe as desire.  He was distracted for a moment and caught off guard once the coach told him to go. He tried to ignore the scent from the Omega, he did want to impress Lysander. snapped back to reality, and started running across the gym. He touched the other side and started running back, still trying to ignore the scent of the omega.

[coachmelrose]

An eyebrow curled up when he noticed that the other hadn’t started running just yet, finger just above the button on the stopwatch, before he clicked it as he began. He wasn’t sure what was happening with the other, but he said nothing and only watched as he completed the suicides. Lifting his hand up, he finished the stopwatch before he glanced back at the other with a nod. “Not bad,” the coach stated as he pocketed his stopwatch before he gestured to one of the basketball goals. “Now for the free throw test.” Moving towards the rack of basketballs, he rolled it towards one of the free throw lines before he turned to look at Victor. “You ready?” he asked, not entirely sure if the other was into this if he had stopped prior to the suicides.

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“Okay, noted.” Cameron nodded his head again, still not sure of the difference, but it was his turn to refuse to press on on the subject. “Well, I can’t promise, because I don’t know the upcoming schedule with the team, but I will try to come to a tryout.” Cameron vowed looking at the teacher seriously. “You were a point guard?” Cameron asked with an raised eyebrow. “But you are a lot bigger than me, muscle wise.” Cameron stated,  but he still didn’t know much, maybe the coach had been a great guard.. he didn’t know anything about the sport, so he stop commenting before he mad a food out of himself. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

[coachmelrose]

An eyebrow shot up at the other’s question, unable to stop himself from being surprised by the other’s words given that he didn’t clarify which of the guard positions he held. “I was, yes...” The comment about his muscle mass only had the male waving a hand forward in the other’s direction, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “I’m not that big. I’m lean.” If anything, he had more of a swimmer’s build, but he didn’t want to get into semantics with this guy. Especially not when it came to what his muscles looked like. And then... well, then the student asked him what he was doing later. “I was probably going to head back home...” he trailed off, unsure why the other was asking such a personal thing. Was he trying to come onto him? He wasn’t sure.

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“Nope, I don’t never really watched out for basketball, sorry. And this is why I shouldn’t try out because I don’t even know the difference between the two.” Cameron stated noting the coach crossing his arms and sighed, he didn’t want to offend the coach or say something stupid, but he guess that he had already done that. Cameron smirked at the frisbee question, but ignored it. “An guard? Is that offensive or defensive? Wait does basketball have offense and defense?’

[coachmelrose]

“Well, the teams you listed were NBA team, not college teams.” He didn’t really think there was much of a difference, truthfully - one was just pro and the other wasn’t - but he didn’t want to get into semantics with someone. They’d probably just be sitting there all day arguing. “It’s... both. If we have position of the ball, we’re on offense, but if we don’t, we’re on defense. Unlike football, guys will be on the court and play both offense and defense, because the switch between the two can be so sudden. Guards tend to be smaller, more agile, and their job is to find ways to penetrate the other team’s defenses and score, or even find ways to get their fellow teammates to score. I myself was a guard.”

[himbodump]

“Well I would have loved a change of clothes then…” Victor shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, though. I’m fine in these. I could always take off the pants and go in my boxers, that’d be just like shorts.” He was teasing, but he figured he’d gauge the coaches reaction to the suggestion. “Wow, you really are serious about putting me to work.” He walked over to where Lysander gestured, stepping behind the line. “Suicides, sure. I’m in. on your mark, babe.”

[coachmelrose]

Oh, yes you are, the thought came to the Omegas mind but paid it no thought and shook his head, trying to quell the hormones within him. Of course, try as he might, he didn’t succeed, and he found himself wondering if the other would be able to smell his arousal. Whatever the case, he just rolled his eyes at the other’s comment, and looked down at his stopwatch before he pointed in the other’s direction. “Alright... go.”

[nxghtmarenara-deactivated202004]

“An Omega?” He’d heard the term being thrown around once or twice in whatever social circles he found himself in. “I think I know vaguely what that means.” Though there was only so much an outsider could know about another species. He looked Lysander up and down for what was probably the fourth time and shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know, I guess I could see you as a familiar or some type of witch?”

[coachmelrose]

“Yeah, an Omega,” the wolf stated with a nod, trying to bite back the sigh that threatened to spill over his lips. It was something that the other wasn’t obviously used to, which was understandable, so Lysander figured he meant no harm in repeating the rank in which Lysander figured out he was. It was just after a week of working at the school, he was tired of the near-constant looks of disgust of him trying to take on an authoritative role. “Well, I hate to disappoint, but I am a wolf. I can’t really do anything special save for turn into a large creature.” At will, mind you, but that was neither here nor there.

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“Fine, I will stop pestering you about it.” Cameron smiled, seeing that the coach didn’t really care about it, so he just moved on to a new topic. “So, what did you you before you came here?” Cameron asked innocently, just trying to make conversation and not be nosy. Cameron noticed the coach’s eyebrow turn curious. “Oh come on, many basketball teams have Dancers there too, there’s the Hawks, Grizzlies, the Cliftons, and the Cavaliers, just to name a few.  But I would understand if you only wanted to have the cheer team out there.” Cameron nodded his head. “Yeah, but to your other players I’d probably just be a frisby to pass around in the locker room.” Cameron hated telling people no, so he just nodded his head. “Fine, I will give it a try.” What would be the worst that could happen, and he could even get to spend more time with the coach.

[coachmelrose]

Wow, the other was perceptive. He didn’t really want to talk about the other’s push to get the dance team to play at half-time, and it seemed as though he wanted to bring it up. Better to not be rude and not comment on it a second time. “You do realize there’s a difference there, right?” Lysander countered, arms moving to cross over his chest. NBA teams may have had dance teams, but they were still a college - there was still a difference between the two. An eyebrow curled up at the other’s next statement, not quite understanding the meaning of his words. “A frisbee?” Unfolding his arms, he lifted his hands up in front of him. “But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I’m just saying - you’d make a good guard.”

[himbodump]

“Ah” The tone of Lysander’s voice suggested that it was abnormal for a wolf to be asking questions about wolves. He shrugged, making a mental note to ask his father later. He wasn’t going to press more for details; it wasn’t his place to ask Lysander’s position as a werewolf and he wasn’t one to nag. “Well I don’t have any change of clothes, so this will have to do.” He gestured to the outfit he was wearing. It was comfortable enough, he’d get by without any issues.” He looked around the gym. It was a lot nicer than the one from his high school. Victor stepped onto the court, spinning on his heels to look at the coach. “What’ll you have me do then, coach?”

[coachmelrose]

“I’d have let you borrow our practice gear, obviously,” Lysander stated with a roll of his eyes, only to walk towards the equipment room. Opening the door, he looked inside, grabbing a stopwatch and a metal basketball rack, rolling it out onto the gym floor as he looked back at the other with a smile on his lips. “I’m going to have you run and do free-throws, just like I said I wanted you to do.” It was better to get this out of the way than to do this with his players watching - it only made future members nervous to have an audience. “Step behind the black line over there,” Lysander pointed as he moved to roll the rack underneath one of the baskets so that it was out of the way. “I’ll have you do a few suicides while I time you.”

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Cameron giggled lightly as the teacher lifted up his hands and chuckled and smiled when the coach said no to the demonstration. “You sure, I mean that’s why we are dressed to break out in dance, ew I just made my team sound like High School Musical, but you get the point.” Cameron joked lightly with the man and looked at the petition that people were signing. “Oh, yeah, definitely. I was trying to convince the dean to let us preform at half-time, but that’s still in the works, but I will be there to cheer you, I-I mean your team on, either way it goes.” Cameron tried to play off the small hint of flirtation. “Me and Basketball? No, thank you! And plus I have no time with the dance team petitioning and quarter qualifications coming up, the same reason I couldn’t do wrestling.” Cam smiled, slightly nudging the coach playfully “I was asking because I genuinely cared.”

[coachmelrose]

“Yes, I’m sure,” Lysander stated with a nod. It was fun to see how the other was so interested in dance, but really... well, it was something he didn’t understand too much. All he knew was that it took dedication, heart, and a lot of talent. And he certainly didn’t have that - not for dance. A curious eyebrow rose at the other’s admission to trying to get the dean to allow the dance team to dance at half-time, if only because he was confused. Cheerleaders were usually the ones that did half-time shows and cheered on basketball players, so he wasn’t entirely sure why a dance team would want to do such a thing. He didn’t comment on it, though, and he just nodded at the other’s words. “I had to ask. I’m sure your flexibility would’ve came in handy if you did decide to play basketball.” The nudge in his direction wasn’t entirely something he was expecting, but he didn’t hate it, either, and so he nudged the other back, elbow in the male’s ribs. “Besides, it’s not like it’s college basketball season right now.”

[himbodump]

Victor didn’t know much about Omegas. The only wolf he was exposed to on a regular basis was his father, and they were both hydbrids. There was a lot he didn’t know about the species. “What differs an Omega to an Alpha or a Beta?” He figured the coach would be a prime way to glean some valuable information. He continued walking through the school, following Lysander. He was not still the most familiar with the campus, and wasn’t completely sure where gym was. “Not appropriate?” He had a play frown on his face. “How.. formal. No fun at all.” He was bold enough to give the coach’s ass a light smack.

[coachmelrose]

An eyebrow curled up at the other’s words, unable to find them curious. This guy was half-wolf and he didn’t know much about wolf culture? That was... weird. “It depends, really... But Omegas tend to be seen as the... caretakers of the pack, so to speak,” Lysander stated with a sigh, not really wanting to get into the intricacies of the physical differences between Omegas and Alphas and Betas. It was, after all, rather sexual and he wasn’t wanting to get there with the young male. At least not yet. The other certainly wasn’t helping with the slap on his ass, neither. He only smiled at it, though, but decided to say nothing as he led the younger male towards the gym, pushing the double-doors open with ease before he turned to look back at Victor. “Would you like to get changed into something more comfortable first, or would you rather just get this over with?”

[himbodump]

“Exactly.” Victor nodded. He probably wasn’t the worst player out there, either. His skills weren’t embarrassing, at least. “The gym?” Victor cocked a brow. “We’re going right now, then?” He chuckled, standing up and following the coach. “You won’t here me complain.” He grinned as the coach’s ass shook as he walked. He licked his lips, unable to contain himself. Leave it to a coach to want to immediately get into some practice. “Has anyone told you you’ve got a gorgeous ass?” Victor asked, as if this was breaking news no one would have known.

[coachmelrose]

The coach honestly didn’t think there was no need to beat around the bush - he had just asked the other if he wouldn’t mind showing him how fast he could run, so he didn’t think there was a point in making small-talk until he decided to go. Better to be alone, anyway, in case his hormones get the better of him. Once they were out of the cafeteria, though, and the student was caught up to him, he had to chuckle at his words. “Well, I am an Omega... Having a gorgeous ass tends to be a trait we all have,” the coach teased with a dimpled grin as he glanced over at the other male. It was good to see that the other was bold, though - he liked that. “But thank you for the compliment. Even if it’s not really... appropriate for someone that might join my team.”

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“Oh trust me, if I need them to do what I just did and perfectly like I did, and they can’t execute it, then they will not be preforming. But if you want us to preform a little something for you, then we can.” Cameron said, like any captain that wanted his team to do perfect, and it was a little overbearing for the members, but they had championships to win and the weakest link had to go. Cameron smiled at the overly handsome man, he didn’t know what it looked like when he stood closer to the man, but he didn’t mind. “well, in your week of being here, do you think the team needs a lot of improvement or not?” Cameron smiled brightly at the coach. 

[coachmelrose]

The coach found himself lifting a couple of hands up as a chuckle left his lips, only to shake his head at the other’s words. “No, no. No demonstration is fine. If they can handle what you just did... I think things will be great.” Truthfully, he didn’t know that much about dance and he didn’t want to talk too much about it and offend the male who was obviously passionate about it. The question that came next had Lysander wanting to roll his eyes because really? You couldn’t make a good impression on a team in just a week. But he refrained and just lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I guess that’s something you’ll have to see come our first game.” Which wouldn’t be for a few months, but hopefully by then his students would understand that he could effectively lead them. “Is that your way of trying to see if there’s any spots available on my team?”

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“Oh that makes me feel better.” Barry replied, half joking half serious. He shook the man’s hand with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you Lysander. I’m Barry Baker. Basketball, that’s cool. I’ve always been a fan of the sport. I was debating trying out for the team. Guess I unintentionally came across the right guy.” Barry looked him over, finding the dimple on his face adorable.

[coachmelrose]

Even if Lysander was an Omega, he made sure that his handshake was firm, strong, and he nodded at the other’s words. “Well, if you do want to try out, by all means, go for it. We’re always looking for new players and you’ve definitely got the build I prefer my guards to have.” Lean muscle, short stature... it made it easier for them to get past the trees. “If you want, I can take you to the gym so you can show me how fast you can run and whether or not you’re a good free throw shooter?”

[nxghtmarenara-deactivated202004]

He liked the idea of Lysander dragging it out of him, not the it took much imagination to figure out just what was being said. “A wolf, hm? I wouldn’t have guessed.” He was always terrible at that kind of thing–figuring out species and such. “I guess being a coach suits you, then. Wolf’s got to have a lot of strength, right?” He used magic to enhance his strength, but no more than necessary to keep up with people around him.

[coachmelrose]

“We have strength, yes but... A lot of people would discredit that... Most think that being a coach doesn’t suit me, considering I’m an Omega,” Lysander admitted with a half-shrug, moving closer to one of the chairs as he placed his hands on the back of it. “But that’s neither here nor there.” Just because he was an Omega, it didn’t mean he couldn’t coach, and that was something he damn well wanted to prove. “What would you have guessed I was if I hadn’t have told you?” Lysander asked curiously, eyebrow arching upwards.

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Werewolf. Omega. Unfamiliar. The wolf standing opposite of him isn’t one he’s run across before, but the steady rhythm of his heart is a good sign he means Henry no trouble. He words ring true as well – just simple curiosity. “No apology necessary,” Henry assures, grabbing for his tinted glasses on reflex and clumsily sliding them up the bridge of his nose. Lysander is a stranger and strangers… well, Henry has been getting better about first meetings, hasn’t he? “Henry Addison,” he says, introducing himself in kind, though he doesn’t extend his hand, unsure if Lysander has done the same. “Theology professor.” 

[coachmelrose]

Eyes dart downwards at his own hand, curious as to why the other hadn’t taken it, when they flickered back up to the professor’s face, noticing the glasses on his face were tinted... much darker than what was needed given that they were indoors. Was this wolf... blind? He had never met a wolf that was blind, so he couldn’t help but be even more curious. Retrieving his hand away, Lysander let a tongue snake across his lips as he looked the other wolf over, trying to understand... what rank he was. “Well, Henry... It’s nice to meet you. How long have you been working here?”

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Cameron smiled brightly at the coach. “Thank you, coach.” Cam gave the coach a look that showed he was very appreciative, he had one of the coaches support at least, but he wasn’t going to slack up on making the club a team. “Do you think we have what it takes to become an actual team?” Cameron asked politely moving a little closer to the coach, just to show others that they didn’t want to be interrupted. “Oh and how is your team doing?” Cam asked, he wanted to have a good standing with all of the teams and all of the coaches, so maybe on day they could be on the sideline of each sport performing like the cheer team.

[coachmelrose]

“Well, to be fair, I only saw you perform,” the werewolf stated with a chuckle, watching the way that the other took a step closer to him and he wondered, briefly, if the man was doing so in a way to flirt with him. Or maybe he was just trying to keep others from getting into their conversations. Whatever the case, he certainly didn’t mind it - the younger male was attractive - and he just chuckled at the question, moving to lift his hand up dismissively. “Ask me when I haven’t been around for a week.” Of course, it was difficult. He was an Omega trying to coach a bunch of students that saw them as better than him simply because of his rank, so it wasn’t exactly an easy mission, but it was one that Lysander himself wasn’t going to falter on.

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“Yes, my boy…my beautiful Lysander,” Leon whispered into the kiss, “It’s happening. I’m just as surprised as you are. You must understand…I can’t help myself. All these years of being your father, of loving you and caring for you…I didn’t even love your other father as much as I love you. Of course, I’m not asking for anything crazy. You’re young and you want to do what you like. But I’ve thought about this plenty of times. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Seeing you here…all I want to do is kiss you and hold you and never let you go.” Leon had plenty of words to describe how he was feeling, but they were all being jumbled in his head because his son was a constant distraction. In a good way, of course. Holding Lysander reminded him of the times his son was a young wolf. He could remember Lysander sitting on his lap and asking him why his eyes weren’t red like Leon’s. Lysander wanted to be an alpha like him, and Leon often told him he could be whatever he wanted to be. Leon laid Lysander down on his back and got on top of him, wrapping his son’s legs around his waist. Grinding into him and moving in to kiss him some more, with their tongues colliding gently.

[coachmelrose]

The words that came from his father’s lips only solidified his earlier thinking, that this was all a dream. There was no way that his father could feel these things for him, could he? They were unnatural, sick and immoral... and yet... every word that was spoken only had Lysander’s heart beating louder, unable to love the fact that it was a dream come true. A soft whimper left the male’s lips as the other moved to place him on the bed, turned on by his father’s strength and show of dominance - after all, he was an Omega and nothing turned him on quite like an Alpha... his Alpha. Legs moved to wrap around Leon’s waist, locking at the ankles and effectively holding his father against him as they kissed, deeper and more passionately, their groins now brushing against one another’s in a way that had heat coursing through the Omega’s skin. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he started to produce slick, but he didn’t care. He wanted this... No... he needed this. He needed his father. “I never thought...” he murmured against his father’s lips when he pulled away for air once more, lips finding his father’s furry jaw as he inhaled that scent that was all him. “I thought I was the only one...”