A/B/O ghost price.
This was supposed to be small.. it is now 1753 words.
Content warnings- A/B/O, slight mention of SA,
John knew Simon, and he knew he was struggling. A rut knocked the shit out of any alpha, even with release. A rut clouded the brain, and it hurt to not get release.
So John couldn't imagine Simons pain.
Simon who refused to find an omega. John knew he wasn't the type to settle down. But in the 6 years they had known eachother Simon had never once been with an omega.
John understood not wanting to be with someone in the military. It could complicate things. But Simon wouldn't even pick someone up from a bar, or even hire a worker!
John couldn't stand watching the pain he was in every 4ish months, he had even offered to pay for a worker, do all the explanation so Simon wouldn't have to do a thing and still get release.
But no.
Simon adamantly refused anything. So John had to settle, for bringing food and water, as well as cold face clothes to try and help however he could.
Today was no different. Simon's blasted rut was back, and the omega was forced to watch the man he cared for so so deeply, practically writhing in pain on the bed, tears in his eyes, face flushed and red, in such immense pain.
He sat beside the other man, gently wiping the sweat off his face, watching Simons breath heave. “Simon, please. You are in so much pain.”
Simon cut him off without even letting him finish, growling in frustration “No. Not… not fucking happening” He panted out.
Price groaned. “Riley! I ..I will cover the cost…. I'll deal with everything. Please! I can't stand you in so much pain”
Simon stubbornly shook his head. “No! I'm not …. I can't…”
Can't?
Price paused, and threaded a hand into the alphas hair. “Why not love? Tell me… please” Price borderline begged. If he could find out the issue, he could help.
Simon tensed “It…. I.. can't risk… hurting an omega… I .. I can't be like him” He shook his head repeatedly before burying his face back in the pillows, whole body still shaking in pain.
Price paused at that, staring at the other. That changed things. If it was a fear of hurting or taking advantage of an Omega in his rut, just sleeping with a rando would probably be worse.
Simon would need someone he trusted could hold their own, stop him if he went too far.
“Do me then.”
Simon blanched “Fucking what?? You… I… huh?”
Price repeated it, voice calm and measured “Do me then. You know I can fight back, and I'll stop you if you hurt me.”
The other almost looked like he was considering it for a minute before shaking his head again. “No… no …I…I…can't… I can't…. I could hurt you… or… be to harsh topping”
The omega didn't even think about his next words. “Then I'll peg you.”
Ghost coughed, whipping round to stare at Price his eyes wide and already flushed face turning yet more pink. “HUH?!?”
Price sat still for a moment, internally cursing his smart mouth, why did he say that? But the fact remained that Simon hadn't immediately said no.
So Price may as well give it a shot. “I'll peg you. I trust you wouldn't hurt me anyways, but you can't do anything if you are being pegged. And then at the end you can knot me, me still topping. No harm done. Or if even the idea of actually knotting me is a no, I have toys, okay?”
Price chewed on the inside of his lip, as Simon sat there wide eyed. He'd either get a no, or be told to fuck off. He should have kept his mouth shut but he was too deep to back out now.
Simon let out a shakey exhale before very very quietly murmering “Okay.”
Price exhaled loudly in a mix of relief and disbelief. Simon had agreed. He could help.
“Okay… okay yeah. How about..” he hummed softly thinking “I get you off a few times … then knotting? Get most of it out of your system before the knot. Sure it won't fix the whole problem, but it'll let you rest for a while afterwards yeah?”
Simon nodded silently, leaning his head against the omegas thigh, and Price couldn't help himself, he ran his fingers through the sweaty greasy locks.
He couldn't believe Simon was actually letting him help. It was absurd, he really never thought he would be fucking an Alpha to help their rut.
But here he was.
Price swung a leg over those beefy thighs, sitting on the Alphas hips, the musk and scent of an alpha in heat really knocking his senses now.
There was no resistance when he pulled Simons shirt off, pants following.
And fuck that looked painful.
Simons prick was swollen and red, clearly aching for relief, and price was taken aback by how strong the alpha musk was. Simon stank, but god was it getting the omega hormones going in Prices mind.
“Fuck Si” he breathed, stroking the swollen dick, watching the taller man writh, burying his face in the pillows.
It was barely a minute before the alpha came for the first time, growling loudly, mixed with a whine as he came all over Prices hand, wound so tight.
“Fuck Simon. That's it, good boy, yeah? Being good for me. Bet that feels so nice” Price didn't really know where the words he was spewing were coming from.
If he was to be saying anything like that to any other alpha he'd probably get his face torn off. But this was Simon.
Simon who was still so unsure and obviously had trauma around this. So if the encouragement was helping, Price wasn't going to stop, traditional roles be damned.
The alpha was already trembling, pink in the face, and hiding it in a pillow. Price knew he was struggling with this, but he made no sign he wanted it to stop, and his thick cock was sitting hard, warm and heavy in Prices hand.
Price used two fingers to scoop some of the cum up, using it to help give his hand an easier slide. “That's it baby, just let go, yeah?”
The man below him honest to god whined, and Price felt his own dick twitch with interest, as he trailed a hand down to the others arse, gently squeezing.
The low gutteral groan that action earnt him was impressive.
Price slicked up his fingers with the cum, slowly pushing one past the tight ring of muscle, waiting to check if the reaction was negative.
It was far from negative, he decided as his hand got covered with a second coating of cum.
The whines coming from the alpha below him sounded more fitting of an omega. He was whining and keening.
Taking Prices fingers like a pro as he bucked his hips. Surely he was prepared enough to take Price. The captain finally, finally took his own dick out of his pants, moaning at the feeling of finally getting some stimulation himself.
And god. His dick slid right in.
Simons head fell back against the pillows. “Oh…. oh fuck… fuck… fuck… P-Price…. Sir”
Prices hand automatically soothed Simon's thigh. Rubbing it firmly. “Shh. Relax darling boy, being so good. Taking it so well yeah? This is gonna feel so good baby”
Simon's hand blindly fumbles with one of Price's hands, and right when Price is about to question it Simon successfully interlocks their hands.
And somehow that felt so much more intimate. Not only was he fucking Simon. But Simon was holding his hand. He has seeked it for comfort.
Price slowly began rolling his hips, loving the emotions and complete love and lust playing out on the other's face.
The way his eyes rolled back, the way his nose scrunched cutely on every good thrust. And fuck, Price was in love with this man.
Everything about him, he could watch the alphas face for hours and never get bored.
He hadn't particularly noticed his trusts were picking up until he heard Simon. “Oh fuck! Ah… ahh… P-Price… I'm gonna …”
The man below him tensed before cumming again, the amount of cum on the sheets and the both of them obscene at this point. Even for a rut.
As much as Price wanted to keep fucking into that lovely heat. He forced himself to pull out, sitting back on Simons hips.
“Let's get the knotting done, yeah? Get you properly relieved love”
Simon tensed making eye contact for the first time since they started. “I .. uh… I”
Price glanced at Simon, pressing a kiss to his nose, “You're okay love. I promise you won't hurt me"
The alpha relaxed slightly but was still tense as Price pulled his pants down fully and tossed them aside.
He rose up on his knees, carefully grabbing Simons hard dick, and sitting down on it slowly, moaning at the insistent stretch.
Yes this was for the good of Simon, but fuck Simon has a good dick. Girthy, filling Price up just right.
He has to remind himself that it's for Simon's sake, not his own. He can jerk it in the shower later.
Although looking at the alpha, eyes blown wide, face red as ever, limp in the cushions, he seems to be having a good time.
Price begins to grind his hips, focused on bringing Simon closer to knotting, but he can't help but moan at the feeling of the cock hitting in him just right.
It only takes two minutes of some riding, half hearted mind you, Price isn't even lifting halfway up, before a swelling knot begins to catch on his rim every time.
He can see the slight uncertainty on Simons face, and soothes a hand along his chest. “That's it, good boy. Let it happen yeah? Gonna feel so much better.”
He leans forward, kissing Simon silly as he feels the cock inside him jump, filling him with hot seed.
To his own surprise, he cums over his belly, which is odd, usually he takes much longer to orgasm. He isn't about to complain however.
He flops gently forward, resting against Ghost's chest, being careful not to prematurely tug the knot.
“Good boy Simon. That was so good. Fuck.. see I'm all okay.. not hurt… feeling better?”
When he gets no answer, he looks up in concern to see Simon has already conked out.
He huffs a laugh “Dumb Alpha”
