pale skin, red lips

SUGAR AND SMOKE RINGS

[justinsjensen]

Dylan Minnette as Clay Jensen in 13 Reasons Why S03E08

[midge-maisel]

[omegajefferson]

All of a sudden, Tom began to act rather weird, evidently right after Boyd had taken his shirt off and began to pack up his things to shower. For a short while, the Beta had absolutely no idea what the other males issue was, even going so far as to take a quick glance around the immediate area to make sure the Alpha from before hadn’t returned. He was just about to speak when he noticed a scent in the air; over the immediate sent of sweat and shame, that is. A small smirk formed on his lips, deciding to tease Tom his..issue. “You okay there, Tom? You strained something?” Boyd spoke softly, then stood and moved behind the Omega, hands pressing soft yet firm into his shoulders. “There ya go. Tell me where it is, okay?”

He bit his lip, trying his best to stop himself bursting out in a gut-buster of a laugh, fingertips skilfully working to reduce the ..pressure in Tom’s shoulder, knowing full-well the pressure was definitely elsewhere. “Did I get it? Or is it lower, like here?” He moved further down, moving his body to Tom’s lower half, grasping the Omega’s leg and promptly starting to rub out the inevitable knots in his thighs.

The scent of Boyd’s sweat, beta-ness, and everything Tom could see was starting to get frustratingly arousing, and he couldn’t stop himself from being influenced by it. In some way, he hated being so vulnerable and weak. “Y-Yeah, just... Y’know. Why stop when my body’s telling me to stop. Gotta... Gotta be strong, if I wanna be able to defend myself when... When you’re not around to protect me.” God dammit, he thought, feeling Boyd’s scent invading his nose as he moved closer. An even stronger shiver, yet again, hit him when the beta’s hand touched his shoulders, making him almost jump, the heat from his hands, the simple fact that he was touching him made Tom almost lose it right there and now.

And then he started rubbing his hands over him. Oh fucking hell, Tom thought again, clenching his fists and jaw, holding off a needy moan that wanted so desperately to come out of him as Boyd made him feel so nice with just his hands on his shoulders. “N-Not... Ugh.” he couldn’t even form words anymore, trying so hard to control himself and stay quiet. Tom’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and fluttered close as soon as Boyd moved further down, his strong large hands on his thighs, making his problem even more of a problem as he felt himself lost in it even more. His body reacting so obviously that the already present sweet and fruity scent of arousal and shame became even more so present, especially around his lower body, so much closer to Boyd’s hands that Tom would’ve liked it to be as he, unfortunately in this scenario, was some sort of a gifted omega.

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“Of course I’m not that kind of person.” Boyd replied clearly, seemingly a little offended at the others complete unfounded accusations. Until he moved forward a little, lips curving into a slightly predatory smirk. His lips pressed against Tom’s ear, and the other would have been able to almost hear the teasing in his voice as Boyd purred, “Or am  I.” And then he reclined, cackling to himself as he slowly removed his sweat-covered shirt, tossing it onto a pile that previously had only included his bag and a bottle of water. “Of course I’m not, Tom.” He chuckled, returning to his routine for a moment, before placing the dumbbell back on it’s rack and using a towel to wipe down the machine.

A moment later he was bending over his beg, removing what seemed to be a small, metallic handle. He turned, zipping it into Tom’s own bag. “It’s got a kick to it, so make sure you don’t hurt yourself with it. Pull it out like a baton and stick ‘em with the stabby end. Enough volts in it to take any alpha down. Then run, don’t try and be the big man.” He practically commanded, stretching himself out now that his workout had ceased being. “Tramp stamp, ‘ey? It’s a butterfly, isn’t it. You seem like a butterfly kind of g- No, wait. Tribal. It’s definitely tribal.” The Beta began, finishing his stretching as he nodded towards the nearby shower room. “Ready to go, or are we in for another round?”

Although he was initially joking, Tom felt his heart skip a beat when Boyd moved closer and whispered against his ear, sending a shiver down the omega’s spine and making him even so slightly blush, completely losing track of everything that was going on, except Boyd and the thoughts that came to Tom’s head. And then his shirt came off, and Tom was gone. He knew it was too late. He stared at the Beta’s incredibly toned body, the glistening sweat over his chest and muscles and bit his tongue, feeling himself losing it even more. Yet, he still tried to act like he wasn’t, and kept lifting, very slowly, almost as if to not distract himself and be able to keep staring at Boyd.

“G-Gotcha.” he said, able to retain some of the information Boyd was giving him about his tazer, feeling somewhat privileged the Beta would give it to him like it was no big deal, even though if having one on him meant that he could have needed it for himself. “Don’t try and be the big man.” he absent-mindedly repeated, still gazing in awe at Boyd’s body. Taken away from his thoughts when he tried to guess what kind of tramp stamp Tom would have, if he had one. “Too bad you’ll never find out. Maybe I don’t even have one and just said that to tease you.” he grinned, then finally stopped lifting. “I... uh, I think I should hit the showers. M’starting to feel the strain. You know, us omegas with our weak bodies.” Then he felt something and had to sit down. "Or. I could stay here and push my limits. Yep, definitely gonna do that actually. Don't wanna look like a wuss in front of my pack leader's brother!" his face was turning red fast.

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“I’d like to point out now how big you owe me right now.” Boyd teased as he spread his legs out, sliding back onto the bench and starting up his curl routine. “If I were a pettier person, I would have required some form of romantic reward.” He spoke, practically giggling as he insinuated that he’d ever done something as petty as that. “At least he didn’t physically murder me. THat’s the important part.” The Beta replied sincerely, thanking whatever god was protecting him that he hadn’t just been smeared across the wall. Outwardly, however, he knew he had to keep the routine, lest Tom think he was actually scared. “Don’t worry about it, Tom not going anywhere. I’ll even stand outside while you shower so nothing happens.”

“Besides.” He continued, pulling down the arm of his shirt closest to Tom and promptly flexing. Flexing..a lot of muscle, actually. A surprising amount of muscle, for someone who looked like the personification of a golden retriever puppy. “If they do try anything, I’ll unload my guns!” And then he broke out laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. “Or just taze them. Got one in my bag, if you want it.”

Tom couldn’t help but smile as Boyd talked, rolling his eyes while still lifting weights then almost bursting out laughing at the mention of a romantic reward. “But you’re not that kind of person, are you?” he said, “That’s true. Besides, I’m sure he wouldn’t try to hurt you.” Tom then stated. He believed it, it would have been plain crazy to attack Boyd, of all people, just to get your hands on an ordinary omega. “Thanks.” the wolf then smiled again, happy to know that there was at least one person he could count on in this place. “...Can I take back my thanks, now? I don’t like being spied on in the showers. You’d see my tramp stamp and lose all kind of respect you have for me.” He joked playfully, letting go of a grunt as he continued exercising.

Inevitably, though. As soon as Boyd started showing a bit of skin, Tom’s eyes were immediately drawn to his muscles, as tough as he was, Tom was still an omega and easily swayed by displays like this. He swallowed thickly and almost licked his lips staring at the gorgeous muscles the Beta was showing off. “Yeah, you do that.” he spoke, trying to not keep his eyes locked on Boyd’s muscular form, trying to think about something else, trying to not get aroused at the gym right there in front of him. So much that he didn’t even pick up on the tazer talk. 

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When the glaring Alpha up and walked away, evidently trying to find some other lonely, defenceless Omega to prey on, Boyd released an audible sigh of relief, hands pressed down on the side of the machine at which Tom was sitting. “Thank god he left.” He mumbled under his breath, his facade of outer strength slipping almost instantly. “We were both about to get our asses kicked.” He groaned, dropping down to perch precariously on the edge of the machine, taking a few deep breaths to secure himself now that the entire ordeal was over.

“I’ll stick by to make sure he doesn’t come back.” Boyd replied to Tom’s words, moving to the machine next to the Omega and starting up his own routine. “Are you okay now?”

As soon as the alpha left, Tom almost allowed himself to let go of the deepest sigh of relief he had growing deep in his chest. A grin grew quickly on his face, though, when Boyd shared the same sentiment and talked. “Pretty sure he mentally murdered you in his head, at least three times in a row.” A light chuckle followed Tom’s words and he watched as Boyd moved over to be next to him and continue his routine of his own. “Thanks though. Not many would do that. And certainly even less people in high positions like yourself.” he flashed a sincere smile at the beta, something rare coming from Tom, but definitely deserved in this situation. 

“For now. Pretty sure he won’t be the last to come and aggressively check me out, or try and do something about an Omega being here.” Tom sighed, and at the same time continued lifting his weights, determined to not let the incident stop him from what he was there to do.

[kickitmp3arc]

You don’t like my clothes but you still like my smile

[omegajefferson]

Thoughts on the other species? (Coyote's, coywolves)

“Yes. But I’m an Omega, my thoughts don’t matter.” 

[omegajefferson]

Have you ever thought about switching packs?

“I have.” 

“But the thing is, before you get your panties in a twist, I already have switched. I wasn’t born in this pack. There are multiple reasons that lead me to join the McCloud, including personal ones. But the one thing I was certain of is that, as an Omega, I can’t be packless. That would be suicide.” 

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In recent months Boyd hadn’t spent as much time at the gym as he really should have, what with business meetings, owning and operating two businesses and his pack issues. Still, when he had a free hour or two he tended to make his way to his local gym for a quick run of the treadmill, if only to make sure he was always in a good ‘working condition’. In a world of his own, he hadn’t even realised there were other people in the room until he heard a voice or two raised, which prompted him to glanced up at the scene of an Omega being leered at by some random Alpha or the other. Switching off the machine, Boyd quickly hopped off and moved over to where the Omega was, lifting weights. He glanced from one to the other, understanding the situation and it’s dangers instantly.

“This guy bothering you, Babe?” He spoke clearly, glancing down to lock eyes with the Omega, a look playing on his features that read ‘Play along’.

Although he was brave and bold, and could clearly defend himself, Tom was still no match for an Alpha. Even more so one that stared at him so intently. Yet, Tom was still ready to throw hands with him, even if it meant getting his ass kicked. He hated that attitude most Alphas had, that just because they were born a certain way, they deserved everything and everyone. As if it was right, as if it was true. It shouldn’t have been true. And this made him angrier everytime he was being targeted by one who clearly thought that his status gave him the right to anything. But as much as he was ready to get into a fight, he still felt some kind of relief when a familiar-ish face came to his aid. A packmate, not any packmate either, but the brother of his pack leader. When their eyes met, Tom smirked briefly, as if to thank him nonverbally.

“Yeah, actually. Someone clearly didn’t get the memo that I’m private property.” he said, doing as best as he could to pretend that he was so proud to belong to the Beta and not anyone else. At least for this moment. "Can you believe this audacity?"

[brock-eddie]

Dylan Minnette as Logan Wallace in The Open House

[omegajefferson]

Lifting those weights felt like the opposite of a struggle, it felt easy. Reassuring even. As if knowing that he was no mere weak omega who couldn’t do anything but obey and get on his knees for his pack always made Tom feel stronger than ever. Sure, he wasn’t extraordinarily strong, neither was he jacked as hell. But he was still strong enough to defend himself. However, Tom could feel prying eyes behind his back, staring at him. He knew what those eyes were thinking, he knew the thoughts that probably went through that person’s head. What was he doing here, this wasn’t a place for that kind of people. It wasn’t the first time he’d been stared at today, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

But this time, he wasn’t gonna let it fly. “What?” he asked, simply. Factually. Angry. Looking directly at the guy who he saw staring.

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