Filthy Sweet Part 1
Jamie shows up at Keeley's door sick, sweaty, and in the depths of his heat. She thought Roy would be mad that her ex was there and in such a state. But Roy was just an alpha... and he never got to indulge with an omega who trusted him like Jamie does. Keeley loves the way Jamie submits to her, it's fucking art when he gives up for Roy. Alpha and Omega... her boys. Roy loves taking care of omegas, Keeley loves watching her boys give up to their primal wants, and Jamie loves his Mommy and Alpha.
“Jamie? It’s past midnight and I thought you were past- oh my god what’s wrong with you?” Keely asked and pulled the man into her home once she caught a good look at him. His splotchy face, red rimmed eyes blown huge and black, his skin a sick color, the sweat rolling off of him in the cold air. His bleached hair stuck to his forehead where it escaped his headband.
“‘M so fuckin’ sick” he said as he was dragged to the kitchen. He dropped as soon as Keeley let go of him, knees hitting the floor in a painful thud. The woman got next to him, rubbing his back, shushing him, looking at him with a confused bewildered face. Then she caught it. His soaked trackies.
“Oh Jamie… your heat?” She asked carefully. Jamie hated being in heat, electing to only do it when he was on the brink of medical intervention. His heats were always a bit… Violent and overwhelming. Something Keeley hated because as a beta she couldn’t truly give what Jamie wanted, and because she hated having to tie Jamie down to keep him from hurting himself which kind of ruined bondage. But that was then.
“I don’t know why my fuckin pills ain’t workin. I took them this morning like like ‘m supposed to. I- I was out on a jog and to get snacks and and it fuckin hit me. I-I need- I can’t get home.” Jamie explained and rubbed his hands over his cramping lower stomach.
His head already started feeling manic, full of wants and worries. He wanted to be home and he wanted to hide in the closet and ride his dildo till he passed out on the shitty pile of pillows he called a nest. He was worried about getting home or someone being at his house or someone stopping by or not having food in the fridge or eating too much and Roy being mad about his calories or his dildo not being enough or a million other things.
“Okay, okay, I’ll um- I’ll get you some water” Keeley said and hurried to get a glass and fill it with nice cold water from the pitcher in the fridge. Jamie let out a squeaky whine, another set of cramps rolling through his hips and stomach.
“If you- you could get me a pad, I can get an Uber. I-I needa go home. It’s- I’m sorry” Jamie apologized pitifully from where he was, looking up at the beta with a sorrowful expression, like a wet puppy. She handed him the water, holding onto it until she was sure his trembling hands had it.
“When did you leave your house? It’s late, Jamie.” She asked, glancing up at the clock, nearly 1am.
“I left at eight and-and I uh jogged out and I got a sandwich and then I-I … I don’t know. I dunno where I went.” Jamie said and stared off at the floor. It was like his head was steamed up glass, like he could kinda see but not really. He just knew he was tired and his pants were soggy and his insides were starving to be filled.
“Jamie… that’s not safe, you know that.” Keeley said and pulled Jamie out of his head as it tried to wander toward what his primal parts wanted.
“I fuckin know. I don’t know what I’m doing. My head’s all fucked.” Jamie said and rubbed a hand over his face, holding his head in his hand for a minute before drinking more of his water, it tasted sweet to him, like he wanted to go drink the whole pitcher.
Keeley left, watching the man shakily sip at the water before she slipped into the bathroom looking for the extra large pads she had. They were emergency backups, really, they’d grown dusty in the back of the drawer she kept that stuff in. Knowing Jamie, he’d soak through one by the time he got back to his house. She remembered when she had to take him to clinic while he was in heat for a certain test, he’d soaked through two pads, his absorbent underwear, and his sweatpants. She grabbed two and hoped she could find one of his old plugs or something to help him stay dry-er.
But he was panicked and confused and she was sure he’d still have to pay extra for ruining a car’s seat.
“Keeley? The fucks at the door this late?” Roy asked as he made his way down the stairs. He was blinking, barely awake, scratching at his lower stomach. He was walking, stiffly making his way toward the kitchen where he had assumed his girlfriend was having a midnight snack or some shit. He knew the house well enough he didn’t really need to look where he was going, rubbing his eyes as he walked toward the bright lights.
He was an alpha who was… well an alpha. He knew a little bit about omega’s, a little bit about betas, just about the same amount as any other alpha knew. Which was to say he never really noticed the way Jamie acted around him, toward him, or anything else that any other omega would have clocked as attraction. Jamie was a great footballer, and, as much as he hated to admit, a friend. It didn’t matter if he smelled like candy and warm caramel, he was… unattainable to say the least.
And perhaps the best smelling thing he’d been close to in…a while. Especially as he stopped in the doorway to stare and the whimpering body kneeling sloppily on their tiled kitchen floor. Especially when his grey eyes shot up to catch the alpha standing there in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, his knees slipping apart the moment he caught sight.
“Roy don-” Keeley started as she hurried to stop her boyfriend from getting in Jamie’s range. It was already too late.
“Alpha” Jamie sobbed as the cup of water he’d been nursing fell from his hand. His body swayed as his knees slipped as far apart as his sweatpants would allow. He crashed forward, like his strings had been cut, forehead to chest hitting the cold floor as his back dipped and his hips tilted so he was perfectly presenting his ass up in the air.
He hiccuped out a sob, body burning up as the alpha’s scent caught his nose. His whole body trembling, hands trapped between his sternum and the floor in shaking fists. All his muscles wanted to relax, to be loose and soft for the alpha.
“Woah, Jamie, are you fuckin dying or something?” Roy asked, looking between his player on the floor and his girlfriend. It took him staring down at the other man, taking in the way his knees were spread, face shoved into the tile, ass in soaked sweatpants up in the air. The alpha’s nose flared, eyes flashing a rosey red before simmering back brown. The scent drew him in, making him step closer without him even knowing his feet were moving.
“Jamie.” Roy growled out and looked down at the omega sobbing against the floor. He just stared at him, almost the same stare he had back when they were on opposite teams. A stare that could drill a hole through pure steel.
Keeley stepped her way quickly toward Jamie, trying to miss the broken glass now scattered on the floor, the cup had broken but not shattered. But even so there was much more glass between her and the omega than between Roy and him.
“He just needs a pad so he can Uber home. He didn’t come by for me to help or anything.” Keeled explained, trying to make sure Roy understood Jamie was in a bad way and not trying to get her back or anything. She was about to pull Jamie’s shoulder so he was back up kneeling but Roy was already down on one knee, rubbing his back comfortingly.
Jamie whined and melted into the floor, losing himself in the contact of a proper alpha. He hummed as Roy rubbed his hand from the top of his sweats up to his shoulders. Roy’s look melted from his face, turning from utter disdain to something… far softer. His eyebrows grew close together and he almost looked intrigued. Like a curious cat.
“Roy, that's gonna make it worse, you just need to go back to bed. Go on, I’ll stay until his ride gets here.” Keeley said and shooed her boyfriend back, making the older man stand and back up a few feet.
As soon as Roy stood up and stepped away, even with Keeley’s hands soothing him to sit up, Jamie let out the most horrible noise. It was a cross between a shriek and a begging word. He sobbed harder, crashing his head, that only raised a few inches, back into the floor with a sick thud. He sobbed harder, ignoring Keeley’s comforts and guidance, letting his head rise with each sob only to drop back down onto the floor.
“Jamie! God, don’t do that. Your head.” Keeley said and wrestled with him just to turn his face so she could see the red spot where his forehead had collided with the tile. He was crying, grey eyes watery and face splotching red.
“I’m so sorry, I should leave. I'm a bad ‘mega, I’m bad, I can’t, I'm-I’m sick” Jamie sobbed and instead of his hips wagging in the air like a proper position for a presenting omega, he sunk into the floor onto his side, knees dragging up to his chest. She could see how hard he was clenching his jaw, nearly being able to hear his teeth creaking with the pressure he was biting down with.
The beta tried her best to sooth him down, doing everything he liked. She was rubbing his burning blush red ears, the soft ridges rolling under her thumb, and her other hand was rubbing up and down the center of his chest, feeling the dense muscle hiding under his shirt.
“Keeley… he should stay, he can stay, look at him” Roy said and looked down at her and she felt… God Jamie was just so fit and made such good sounds when he was in heat and Roy’s eyes not being a true alpha red yet but a warmer brown hue than normal, it all made Keeley’s own center hot. She couldn’t smell them, being a beta and all, but just looking at Jamie sob and roll toward her boyfriend just… It was getting into her own head.
Of course she’d thought about it before. She’d thought about when she was first with Jamie. When the omega would wake up soaking wet and begging her to lay across his back and shove a dildo into him, and when she asked he’d tell her about how he dreamed of Big Bad Roy Kent shoving him down on the pitch, pinning him in the showers, grabbing him just out in public. She’d of course thought it was hot, Jamie being a wet bitch under the alpha on the market? It was hot.
And she’d thought of it much more recently when she caught Roy’s hand flying over his cock while watching game tapes or Jamie’s highlights. Or when Roy would grumble in his sleep in the nights before his rut, rumbling ‘ pretty boy, good Jamie, faster, good baby, so fuckin pretty’ . And of course when she asked he told her that yeah sometimes when he got around his rut that the pretty little thing would fill his head. It was normal, at least that’s what he told her. And she just thought it was hot.
“Okay. Okay but you’ve gotta go to the bedroom so I can get him cleaned up. Bring me a shirt and… some of those fuzzy spa socks I have. His feet get cold when he’s like this. I need to get him cleaned up, in some dry underwear and damn I need to put a plug in him too he’s gonna leak all over the house.” Keeley explained and stood up so the alpha could kneel down next to Jamie.
Roy started at his hands, rubbed them, catching their wrists together like they’d done a million times before. Scenting each other like they’d scent everyone else at the club. Except this time Roy let his hands and wrists drag across Jamie’s neck, rubbing across his scent glands and higher so he could rub his ears the same way Keeley had.
Jamie was breathing deeply and calmed down as Roy caught Jamie’s face in his hands. He wanted to be closer to the alpha, pushing himself up on his hands so he was half kneeling, half on his hands and knees. His lips were slightly parted, eyes locked in with Roy’s.
Roy hummed and pet away Jamie’s tears. The omega smelled fucking amazing. Sweet and warm and sort of like cut vegetables too. His skin was so smooth and soft and felt like heaven in Roy’s hands. And his hot breath and big blue eyes were doing something downright evil to Roy’s cock where it swelled in his underwear, giving a true valiant effort to try and get erect after having just had two full orgasms with Keeley a few hours prior.
“Jamie?” Keeley asked after savoring the pure beauty of her two boys savoring each other. Roy looking down at Jamie with want and Jamie up with adoration and need.
“Alpha” Jamie breathed out and let his eyes shut, trusting Roy to see him in his heat unguarded. Showing utter submission and trust. He trusted Roy a thousand times over as a coach and friend, and now especially as an alpha.
“Pretty boy… pretty ‘mega. Keeley he’s so soft…. Pretty baby” Roy said looking up with his eyes a rosy color, those eyes had looked down at Keeley so many times when she had to pull Roy through a rut. Rare times, but she’d only seen those eyes during his ruts. But now… simply touching an omega in heat was turning his brown eyes a maroon shade.
“I know Roy. I know he’s soft. I know he’s pretty. Let him cuddle you for a while and then we can get him a ride home.” Keeley offered but she knew in the back of her mind Jamie was going to end up sleeping in their bed that night.
“Let him stay the night. I’ll drive him home in the morning. Let him stay, he'll be okay.” Roy persuaded and Jamie sat up on his haunches, feet crossing under his butt. His eyes were blown, a thread of true omega gold nearly glowing.
“Can’t sleep, too itchy” Jamie slurred out and looked between the two people he loved most. Keeley smiled and rubbed Jamie’s shoulder. His head lolled over, eyes staying on hers as she threaded her fingers through his sweaty hair a few times.
“I’ll get you fixed in the bathroom and Roy can bring us some clothes and then make you some tea that’ll make you sleepy.” Keeley said and Jamie was nodding along with her.
She was his whole world right then. Mind too mushy to think for himself. Why would he need to when mommy and alpha were right there with him. He smiled at that. He loved them so much. And then he was standing and walking with her to the bathroom hand in hand like he was in a trance, dopey grin on his face.
“Good boy” Keeley said quietly and closed the bathroom door behind him. And that… oh it melted him like butter. Jamie smiled stupidly, all pearly teeth and big round eyes. He loved being a good boy for mommy. He loved being a good boy. But then his smile fell and he looked at Keeley with a shy look. He hadn’t said it yet, the game only started when he asked for it.
“Mommy’s boy” Jamie said quietly, asking more like it, asking for permission.
It’s their game from forever ago. When Keeley had to calm him down or get him to shut up. When Keeley had to get him to come with her to the clinic so he didn’t fuck himself to death on his little fucking machine. When he was so far in his head Keeley thought he might get lost in there. It was their game. It was the only thing that could make sense when his head was all fucked. It helped him stay anchored when he was deep in his heats. Helped him know that even though he couldn’t smell an alpha, there was someone in charge, in control, to take care of him.
Keeley looked at him considering. Is this okay? Is Roy going to be okay with it? Is any of this okay? Are they going to fuck? She’d love to see that, and that shook her from her own head. She’d love to see Roy fuck Jamie through their mattress. Or over the counter or in the shower or on the couch or on the floor like animals. And she looked back at Jamie where he had his sleeves pulled over his hands picking at it like he always did when he was nervous.
“Mommy’s special puppy. Just for a little while, Jamie.” Keeley finally said and Jamie smiled around the bit of cuff he had caught between his teeth. It was cute and only cuter when he leaned down to rub his cheek and forehead across her temple.
“Kay” is all he said. All he needed to say. He didn’t need to talk or anything else cause mommy was right there and she was gonna think for them both.
Keeley knelt down, noticing how haphazardly Jamie’s trainers were tied and how his pants were completely untied. He always tied up his sweats. She just shook her head and looked up at Jamie who was smiling. He knew what she was doing. Mommy takes care of puppy and he just loved her and being her good boy.
He lifted his foot once she untied his trainer’s laces. She pulled each shoe and sock off carefully, shoving his socks into his shoes before setting them aside, out of the way so he couldn’t trip over them later. She pulled his untied sweatpants down next, slipping them over his feet and tossing them into the sink.
Jamie’s thighs all the way to his knees were soaked. Slick making his soft paper pale skin shiny and sticky. His tight briefs were doing nothing to keep any of it from rolling down his legs, the black fabric of them far over soaked.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re soaked. Do you want to get a shower?” Keeley asked and gently touched the inside of his thigh, just above his knee. He jerked a little but held still, being good. Keeley smiled at him and pulled his briefs down, cringing a bit at the wet noise they made when they fell to the tile floor.
Jamie shook his head, eyes getting watery. He sniffed once and Keeley hugged him, getting her hands under the fabric of his hoodie, working it up in the process.
“It’s okay, let’s just get these icky clothes off of you. Yeah lovely, let mommy see you.” She said as she pulled his hoodie and shirt up off of him, baring his blushing chest and wispy happy trail. Jamie kept his arms down obediently, not covering himself up like he wanted to.
“I’m gross” the omega said as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. He looked down at himself. He felt gross and hot and cold and slimy. If he’d known his heat was coming on and he was gonna end up with someone, especially Keeley or Roy, he would’ve at least shaved if not went to get a wax. He hated not being perfect. He was the prettiest if he just had time to get perfect .
Keeley shushed him and tilted his head away from his own body to back at her face. Jamie sniffed again, pout nearly comical on his soft pink lips.
“I want you to bend over the sink, I need to get you nice and clean. You wanna be nice and clean in mommy’s bed, yeah?” Keeley asked and Jamie nodded. He wanted whatever she wanted.
He moved slowly as he made his way to stand in front of the large mirror. He looked between himself and Keeley’s eyes before he spread his feet and draped his chest over the cold countertop. He laid between the twin sinks. Center stage.
Keeley couldn’t help but look. It was Jamie. You had to look. His thick thighs glistening with slick, his perfect round ass begging to be fucked and slapped. And when he tilted his hips, heels raising a bit off the floor, Keeley couldn’t help the throb that echoed between her own legs. Jamie was terribly pretty with his pink hole on display as a drop of slick rolled down his thigh, his cock and balls hanging sweetly soft under him, his smooth usually waxed skin perfect and pale with just the shadow of hair starting to show.
“That’s a pretty bitch” Keeley said and Jamie smiled, hiding his face against the cold counter. He felt himself throb again, grateful for the counter keeping him on his feet, on display for his mommy.
"Thanks" He said politely. He only let out longing sighs as Keeley wiped him clean with a cool cloth. She’d wet it beside his face, the cool water misting up from the sink feeling calming on his warm cheeks.
He began panting against his arm which stayed obediently folded over the countertop. He couldn’t help the way his hips trembled or when he bucked up when Keeley ran the soft towel down his cock. He finally whined out, all desperate and calling, when Keeley pressed just hard enough on his hole that he felt his knees buckling, needing to hold onto the counter.
"Want him so bad, mommy" He finally whispered as Keeley patted his legs dry from a few stray drops of water rolling down to his feet. She smiled at that, at how long it took for him to finally say it. How out of it he sounded.
"I know that, baby, you've said that a lot before. Does he smell like you'd thought?" Keeley asked lowly as she looked under the sink at the organization tubs that had once been Jamie’s, stuck in the back and dusty now but clean inside. She never used under the sink, hadn’t thought to check there for his things when he was still moving his stuff out.
"He smells like you guys had sex. And- and mud. He smells like- like wet rain an’ dirt. The pitch after a storm." Jamie explained and Keeley shook her head. Of course Roy smelled like football something. It also made her happy to know Jamie could explain it to her as something she knew. She could imagine that smell, that earthy scent. It fit Roy.
"We had sex after dinner. You can still smell me on him?" She asked and finally found the small blue glass plug, bringing it up to wash it beside his face. It wasn’t very big, just enough to keep him from making a mess. He’d had a set of them, all about the same size, ‘ they’re not for sex, I just like the way they feel. Helps me sleep knowing I ain’t waking up in a puddle’ is what Jamie had said about them.
"I can smell him on you. I can smell him now. Whole place sniffs like 'im" He whimpered and tried to keep the slick from leaking out of himself, failing but the attempt was there and Keeley could tell. She made a kissing noise and rewiped him with a dry towel before letting her hands splay over the wide expanse of his ass. He purred a bit, just one little rumble, as he tilted his hips back up to show off. His back arched just the right way, his body shifting into the position with natural ease.
"You get so cute in heat. Ready?" Keeley asked and used one hand to grab and massage the plush muscle, the other held the slightly chilled plug against his hole. She watched as he shivered, goosebumps raising on his arms. He took one big breath and relaxed again, nodding into his arms.
"Yes mommy." He replied, only letting out a satisfied sigh as the plug slid into him with no resistance. He hiccuped and grabbed onto the counter again, a warm swooping feeling in his belly nearly making him fall. His muscles made for holding onto a knot locked onto the toy, filling his brain with all those good chemicals that usually eluded him.
Keeley stroked his back a few times, running her hand from shoulder down to his thighs.
“In the shower, puppy, you’re gonna catch a cold.” She ordered and Jamie was moving shakily to get into the glass doored shower, turning on the water through muscle memory. She hopped up on the counter, watching him stand under the water as it warmed up, enjoying the show.
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Roy knocked before opening the door, now clothed in a t-shirt and joggers. He handed the shirt, one of his own heathered grey ones, and a pair of his own boxer briefs, thick cotton ones. He held the pair of teal socks in his own hands, holding them close to himself like he didn’t want Keeley to snatch them away.
He pushed the door open more with his foot, right past Keeley, eyes locking onto Jamie. The younger man was leaning his forehead against the shower wall, letting the water splash against his back. His face was out, eyes caught on the alpha as he stood in the doorway. Jamie didn’t even think before he was sliding one leg forward to cover his cock and accentuate the dip of his back and the curve of his ass. He just kept his eyes dead on with Roy’s, even as the alpha looked him up and down slowly.
Keeley looked between them, rolling her eyes before laughing when Roy had to grab the door jam, short nails digging into the frame for support.
"You're both bad for each other. You, Mister Kent, need to go to bed or you'll be grouchy in the morning. And you, little boy, are supposed to be showering." She said and they both started arguing with her, over lapping each other.
"I was asleep until he-"
"I am showering he was-"
And then they were back locking eyes. Roy's warming back to the maroon color, Jamie's own simmering to a more yellow hue. Even with her nose she could feel the scent thickening the air.
"You finish showering, put these on. Both of them. You" Keeley ordered Jamie, laying the clothes on the counter before poking Roy in the chest.
"You and me, talk." Keeley said as she shoved him out of the bathroom, keeping the door open behind them. She grabbed the hand that wasn’t strangling the soft socks, and pulled him into their bedroom down the hall.
“Come on with it then.” She started as soon as the door was shut. Roy nuzzled at her temple, taking in strangled breaths, his teeth clenched. He let out a shaky sigh against her skin, not pulling away from her as he spoke.
"He smells like fuckin caramel and popcorn and and fuckin... I wanna eat him. I love you Keeley. I really love you, I just... He smells so fuckin... can't help it." Roy growled out and stepped back, scrubbing his hands over his face. His dick was throbbing in his pants but he didn't feel the manic need to fuck, he just felt that crawling feeling in his hands to touch.
"You'd never go behind my back to have sex with an omega. You don't even like omegas." She said and petted his bed head into a slightly more orderly way. Roy closed his eyes and leaned into her hand in his hair.
"Never, Keeley, I'd never fucking do that. I just... he smells fuckin good and-" Roy started to bite out, his face screwing up like it hurt him to admit. His eyes creaked open, anger was heavy within them. Keeley smiled up at him and patted his hairy cheek.
"If he wants, you can fuck him. I get to watch and you have to make me cum too. But you have my blessing to shag that dripping cunt he's got." Keeley said, rasping the last bit into Roy's neck. She felt the skin under her lips warm up with a pink blush.
She pulled back to see Roy looking fuzzy eyed at the wall in front of him. He was still for a minute before nodding. He looked down at her, eye’s fuzzy but more focused, and nodded.
"He doesn't nest, the suppressants he took as a kid didn't let him develop it, and he loves getting eaten out. Bet he'd love you're scruff on him, rubbing him all red" Keeley said sultry, scratching at his beard. She mouthed at his neck, letting some sensitive skin get caught between her teeth.
“Fuck” He cursed his hands grabbed onto her hips, hands tensing each time she scraped her teeth over his scent gland.
“Yeah? You wanna go dig the couch cushions and make a den? Huh, you wanna build a nice den for you and that sweet little omega? I know you do. I know you wanna make him dinner, brush his hair, you wanna climb in that fucking shower with him right now, don’t you? You can’t stop thinking about being so fucking good to him.” Keeley teased, lips teasing over his neck with each word. She was speaking the truth, he did want all of that. And she fucking knew it.
“Fuck, yes, please?” Roy asked, hand reaching for her own, asking permission. His head was filling up with all the dreams he’d had of that omega. Of bending him over and eating him out or fingering him over his lap or spanking him when he was being a brat or taking his straight razor and shaving that stupid perfect jawline.
“Yeah, just make sure to take your clothes off before you get in the shower. I don’t want you getting the floors soaked.” Keeley said and stepped back, watching her boyfriend tear his clothes off his body as he rushed toward the bathroom.
Roy had always been a service alpha. Always wanting to do. Nothing made him feel better than making his mate happy. He loved it though, getting down on his knees in the shower and washing them gently, licking them clean, building a den somewhere soft and dark and quiet to mate in, feeding them by hand. It all made Roy hot in his pants and mushy in his head.
And god Jamie would have never guessed.
Not when Roy came into the bathroom already bare down to his skin, eyes warming to a deep red, cock thick and ready to fill Jamie past the brim. Jamie gasped and turned to grab the wall so Roy could just yank his plug out and fuck into him. But then Roy wasn’t slamming the shower door open but rather opening it slowly to run a hand from Jamie’s shoulder down to his ass, pulling his cheek apart to see the base of the plug.
“Pretty baby, stand up.” Roy growled lowly, the words rolling their way into Jamie’s head, making his body obey without having to think at all. He stood up, water spraying across the back of his head. Roy petted at him for a moment, running both his hands down Jamie’s sides, squeezing his hips, squeezing down both his arms, and finally up to turn Jamie to face him.
“Say I can have you or kick me out” Roy ordered, a breath away from Jamie, his lips nearly a ghost across the other man’s. Jamie whined, wanting to be under the alpha already, wanting to be good, needing to be alpha’s pretty little thing.
“Speak, puppy, we need to make sure you want it. You wanna spend your heat with mommy and alpha?” Keeley said as she sat on the sink counter, turned so she could watch them. Jamie looked between them, eyes big and needy, glinting with a golden sparkle.
“Daddy, fuck me. Wanna be good boy” Jamie finally whined out, mashing together the words he wanted. Roy smiled and brought their lips together, letting Jamie nip and suck at his lips, begging for more. He pulled back and Jamie pouted, wanting to get more of the alpha in any way he could, hands reaching for the hard cock brushing against his hip.
“Hands off for now, puppy. Let daddy get you clean. Be good and wash your hair, you want to be nice and clean in daddy’s den, yeah?” Roy growled out and licked a line under the curve of Jamie’s jaw, savoring the taste of sweaty skin and the feeling of the slightest bit of 5 o'clock shadow. Jamie was nodding, eyes squeezing shut, hands blinding reaching to follow his orders.
“Keeley?” Roy asked, looking over his shoulder at his girlfriend as he grabbed her shampoo, some pink bottle that cost a nauseating amount. Jamie was reaching for it but stopped to look up at Keeley. She smiled at them, both of them drunk off each other.
“Make sure to wash around your ears, baby boy.” Keeley said and Jamie looked away, embarrassed. Roy looked at him, confused for a moment, before remembering how Keeley had been rubbing his ears in the kitchen.
“Sensitive, huh? Sensitive all over right now, aren’t you? Every nerve on fire, isn’t that right?” Roy whispered against the side of Jamie’s head and dripped a bit of the soap into Jamie’s shaky hands, putting it back only to get down onto one knee under the omega.
Jamie stared at him, eye’s glimmering like molten gold, just watching to see what he was doing. Alpha’s were supposed to be… rougher. Taking. Less… gentle. It was kinda throwing Jamie for a loop seeing his alpha down on the floor of the shower. He couldn’t help but cock his head to the side in confusion as the alpha grabbed a pink loofah, coating it in vanilla scented body wash and gently start washing Jamie’s legs.
The omega looked up at Keeley, eyebrows caught together, big blue again eyes looking to her for help. Keeley sighed, Jamie never took well to gentleness. Always wanting harder, rougher, ‘ just hurt me, do what you want to me, I can take it’ .
“He’s a service Alpha. It’s making him happy, you wanna make alpha happy. You just need to do what you’re told, we’ll take care of you, puppy.” Keeley said gently, making sure Jamie understood what she was saying. His brain was moving at half speed. He nodded at the end before looking down at Roy. His dark hair getting all wet, turning to spilled oil on his head.
“Happy? But…” Jamie mumbled and tried to look at Roy’s face. He couldn’t tell if the alpha was happy, he couldn’t see his dick. But then Roy was standing up, pulling him into a heated kiss, hands cradling Jamie’s jaw. The omega sighed and went jelly in Roy’s grasp, letting the alpha push his mouth open with his tongue, letting Roy taste him.
“Wash your hair, let me clean you, and then I’m gonna take you back to our bed. I’m gonna get my mouth on that wet fucking cunt. You’re nearly spilling out around your plug. Gonna taste so good, all loose and dripping on my fucking tongue. Then when I get you good and settled, I’m gonna do the same thing to her, and you’re gonna watch. Aren’t you? Yeah you wanna fucking watch me make her cum.” Roy growled, low and rumbling in a way that had Jamie holding onto the alpha tightly, hole clenching up on the plug that was nearly overflowing with slick.
Jamie was nodding, lost in the image the alpha was painting. He loved getting eaten out, loved to get sloppy before a good knotting. He just needed to make alpha happy, finish alpha’s ritual.
Most people had mating rituals. Certain clothes, foods, dances, movements, even just a certain way they make the bed. Jamie had his, sure, but he never really fed into them. He just… couldn’t. He could hear the voice in his head starting to pick at him, his father’s words drilled into his head. It doesn’t matter. They’re doing Roy’s ritual. Roy’s rather soft ritual. Jamie would have bet it was impact or physical stress but… a shower was good too.
“Wash ma hair” Jamie mumbled and his hands found his hair, moving around clumsily to scrub the soap into his scalp. Roy hummed in approval before kneeling back to methodically scrub at the omega’s skin, indulging in the scent of his slick, inches from his face. It would have been sacrilegious not to lick across the pale swell of Jamie’s ass, letting his teeth graze across the tender flesh.
Jamie whined, shifting around to get Roy’s mouth on him but Roy just stood up to keep washing. He was gentle with each stroke over the omega’s chest, cautious to be extra gentle over his nipples. Even then each time the loofah coasted across the puffy flesh, Jamie moaned out.
Hair forgotten, clean enough to be tended to later, Roy left the actual cleaning behind to tease Jamie. He plastered himself across Jamie’s back, throbbing cock nestled between his asscheeks, plug warmed up but still a stark contrast to the soft plushness surrounding it. The omega let out an excited noise as he shifted his shoulders and back slightly against the hairy torso behind him.
Jamie’s hands stayed obediently away from himself and he didn’t try to grab Roy’s cock but rather grasped loosely at the alpha’s wrists. Jamie’s head lolled back as Roy made nonsense paths from his collarbones down to his hip bones. Jamie just panted out, gasping when Roy’s rough palms caught on especially sensitive bits.
“Pretty boy, show Keeley, show her how obedient you are. Show her you’re being a good boy.” Roy said quietly into Jamie’s ear, causing the omega to crack his eyes open.
He caught sight of Keeley, hand snaked under her pajama pants, rubbing at herself lazily. Jamie sobbed, hands clenching up around Roy’s wrists. He caught her eyes, not knowing the alpha was looking at her with raw hunger in his maroon eyes over the omega’s shoulder.
“What a sweet puppy. Words, how do you feel?” Keeley asked as Roy reached over, keeping one arm around his omega’s waist, to turn off the water. Jamie held onto that arm, head all desperate and uneven with all the gentleness.
“More?” Jamie said, asking it rather, as kisses started to be scattered across the back of his neck and shoulders. Roy ran his hands across the plains of the omega’s stomach, waiting for Keeley to open the door and hand him a towel.
“You want more? Daddy’s gonna get his face in your cunt in a minute. I’m surprised you’ve kept that plug in, that you haven’t got his cock down your throat. You’re being such a good boy.” Keeley said as she slid off the sink, pulling her hand from her pants. She quickly handed Roy a towel, a fluffy pink one.
“Knot? When d’I get a knot?” Jamie asked in a slurred voice as Roy dried him off methodically, wiping the water away with quick ease, making sure to get everywhere dry. Keeley stood right outside the shower door, looking Jamie up and down, appraisingly.
“Not going to knot you tonight, puppy, just going to get you to sleep. Clinic in the morning and then a knot.” Roy said calmly and quickly dried himself off. Jamie’s eyes grew wide, the simmering gold going dead back to grey in an instant. A light switch getting flicked off.
“What? W-why? I promise I can take it, I’ll hold still and everything, I’ll be good.” Jamie said, looking between Keeley and Roy as the alpha dried his own hair. Keeley smiled, reaching out to calm the omega back down, he was so easy to rile himself up.
“You’re doing so well, baby. We just want to make sure you’re alright. We care about you, we don’t wanna hurt you. You can’t have a knot tonight. You just need to get some sleep, let us worry about it. Okay, Jamie?” Keeley said and helped Jamie step out of the shower, but even then she could feel the tension getting worse in his muscles. His eyes looked back at Roy, confused why the alpha was hard but wouldn’t knot him.
Jamie’s head was too wooshy, too loose and foggy, all he wanted was a knot. The alpha of his actual dreams was right there , and he was hard and he smelled amazing and he was touching Jamie and taking care of him, just like a proper mate would. So why was Keeley saying no to a knot?
That’s what flipped his mind. Keeley told him he couldn’t have a knot. Because Keeley was Roy’s mate. Roy wouldn’t knot him because he had Keeley. Jamie was just… just a bother. A toy to be played with and laughed at before tossing away to get back to their nice plain nice life.
“Jamie!” He heard it in the back of his mind but didn’t care much as he pulled on his slimy cold sweatpants, walking as fast as he could while getting the wet cloth over his legs. He felt tears burning at his eyes even as he made it to the door and had his shirt half yanked on. He heard the thumping and banging of footsteps behind him which only made him run faster till his hand hit the doorknob.
He shouldn’t have come here. He should have known better. He’s not one of those soft pretty omega’s, small and petite, with a soft body and desperate need to give their wholes lives to an alpha and be nothing more than a fuck doll housekeeper. He was too big, too muscly, he had a career, he wasn’t supposed to. He shouldn’t have shown up here. He shouldn’t have let it get this far.
It was that thought that had him pushing himself out into the cold night, one bare foot meeting the cold concrete and Keeley’s front step. That was until a single word had him turning around, teary eyes glaring with nothing less than anger and hatred.
“Omega” Roy growled out, towel wrapped around his waist, he was standing there in the doorway, eye’s dead serious. Jamie just looked at him, right in his eyes, as difficult as that was. He wanted Roy to know he was serious. He was a grown man, he could see where he was or wasn’t wanted.
“You don’t want me, you can’t keep me, I don’t wanna be a toy. I’m going home.” Jamie said, eyes falling down, arms crossing, other foot coming down next to his other one in a childish stomp. He just stared down, fighting every urge in his body to do as alpha says, to just be a good boy and stay. He just… he wasn’t… he wasn’t supposed to be in Roy’s bed with Keeley. He wasn’t supposed to whimper and purr his way into his coach's den and expect to be given what he wants. He wasn’t supposed to have a heat right now and he hated being in heat and and-
“Baby, come back in the house. You’re not a toy, you’re a good boy. Good omega, come back inside.” Roy guided as Jamie stood quietly at first but then broke down sobbing. The alpha gathered him up, wrapping his arms around Jamie’s hiccuping body, pulling him away from any prying eyes and back in enough for Keeley to shut and lock the door. Jamie just held on, hands holding onto the warm damp skin under him.
“I hate being in heat, I’m an ugly boy, I’m a pansy, I’m not strong enough.” Jamie said, words chopped up with sobs and hiccups. Roy held onto him, nuzzling across the omega’s ears, shushing him. Keeley shook her head when she met Roy’s eyes.
‘ James?’ Roy mouthed at her, having been witness to the elder Tartt’s fit throwing tantrums and violent rage, how he’d spit venom at his own son. Keeley nodded, pity readable on her face. Roy just gritted his teeth, anger burning through him hotter than it ever had before. It had to be the scent that radiated off of Jamie, shame, fear, something similar to old milk and hot tar. It made Roy want to go kill everything that ever made Jamie sad. But when Jamie let out another sob, all that melted away and he just wanted to make his omega feel better.
“You’re a good boy Jamie, a pretty boy, a soft sweet omega, mommy’s sweet puppy, yeah? You’re so strong, you took your medicine like a good boy, you found mommy when you needed her, that was so good. So brave and strong.” Keeley praised quietly as she ran her hand up and down his back. Jamie hiccuped and kept sobbing, holding onto Roy for dear life.
“I’m a bad dog. I’m bad.” Jamie sobbed, knees buckling so Roy had to keep him up on his feet, Keeley supporting him by hugging his back. Roy shushed him, lips against his sensitive ears.
“Do you want me to make you a good dog?” Roy asked simply, Keeley was about to shoot him a look but Jamie was nodding, wiggling his way out of their arms to kneel at Roy’s feet. His hands fell reverently onto Roy’s knees, eyes looking up like the alpha had just saved him from execution, scent changing from fear and shame to something that had Roy grinning.
“Please, daddy, make me good. I wanna be good, help me.” Jamie begged and Roy ran a hand under his jaw like he was actually considering it. His tear filled eyes and kiss plump lips, it was the picture of sin and Roy just needed to get a good look at it for a moment.
“You like when I give you rules, instructions. It’s what makes you the best player I’ve ever seen.” Roy said, the praise making Jamie gasp and sit up straighter, hands sliding higher on Roy’s legs, fingertips slipping under the towel.
“You don’t argue with me because I know better than you, isn’t that right?” Roy asked, pushing his fingers into the wet hair sticking to the omega’s temple. Jamie leaned into the contact nodding, letting his eyes slip shut. Stupid brain saying stupid stuff. Didn’t matter what he thought, mattered what Roy said.
“What was that, puppy?” Roy asked when Jamie’s lips moved but no sound came out. Keeley leaned down next to Jamie’s face, but not hearing any words, just seeing his lips shape words.
“Speak.” Keeley said, voice dipping demandingly. Jamie’s eyes fluttered open, lips pitching up into a smile.
“‘m a stupid boy. Mommy, alpha, not stupid. Don’ needa think.” Jamie slurred out, mouth pulling into a real smile, toothy and bright. Keeley shook her head and pet his hair, looking at Roy as he stood half drunk off Jamie’s scent and submission.
“He’s a fucking disaster. I’m gonna make him scream.” Roy said, red boiling up into his eyes, as he ran his thumb across the omega’s plush bottom lip. Keeley nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to Roy’s lips.
He was more riled up than he let on, especially as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, using his left hand to drag her in and press the kiss that much deeper. She let him, let him ravage her mouth for a moment before she put a hand on his bare chest and pushed a slight bit, signaling for him to back off. Which he did reluctantly, only to look down and notice the shaking air around them.
“You’re purring so loud Jamie, never heard you so loud.” Keeley said, smiling, and put a hand on the back of his neck, feeling as his whole body rattled with the loud rumbling. Roy grabbed under the younger man’s arms, lifting him to his feet. Roy caught his lips and… oh Keeley wasn’t ready for that.
She wasn’t ready to see the way they locked together like puzzle pieces. The way Roy’s hands slipped the shirt and pants off Jamie so deftly the omega didn’t even notice, the way Jamie’s hands splayed across the alpha’s back to feel each and every muscle there, and definitely not for the way Roy’s own chest gave a half purr, just a rattle. She’d never heard Roy purr. Never. She’d never heard Jamie purr like this.
It nearly made her feel left out until Jamie was grabbing for her, to pull her in for a sloppy, wet kiss. Wet from his tears and drool, messy and hungry.
“Bedroom. Now.” Roy said in a way that left no room for arguments, even from Keeley. Jamie was wobbly on his legs as they slowly got covered in stray drops of slick that slipped past the plug, but Roy was far too ramped up to care for consequences so he simply picked the omega up.
Carrying him front-to-front, hands under Jamie’s plush ass, Roy hauled him up the stairs like his knee was ten years younger. Jamie, of course, was grinning ear to ear because his daddy carried him like a little princess. The omega wrapped his legs around Roy’s hips, feeling the hard line of cock pressing against his own soft shaft, he also held on with his arms around Roy’s shoulders, loving the way the muscles there felt under his shower warm skin.
Keeley followed them, both utterly turned on by the show of strength and because she was a little nervous Roy’s knee would give out half way up. She also couldn’t help but watch the act play out in front of her. Yes she loved bossing Jamie around, she loved seeing Roy all dominant, she loved them both and wanted to play with them both, sure. But seeing the two of them be in their utter sexual element with each other? It was… art. It was beautiful and messy and natural and it made her feel kind of honored to be able to watch. She’d still get an orgasm out of it, but that could come later.
Roy dropped Jamie onto the bed, throwing the towel that had been covering him away. Jamie immediately started reaching for what he really wanted, hands reaching toward Roy’s hard cock where it hung heavy between his hairy thighs.
“Hands off. Present like a good bitch, pretty baby.” Roy ordered as he knelt up onto the bed, watching Jamie move into the presenting position. Each movement, each chiseled muscle, moved like water under his skin in a graceful fluid motion. He easily rolled onto his belly, dragging his knees up to create a stark angle of his back. Ass raising up, thick thighs spreading, back dipping deeply, as his chest stayed down on the bed. He reached his arms out in front of him, grabbing the headboard, face stuck down into the bedding.
“You can’t breathe like that, you’ll hurt your shoulders.” Keeley corrected and pulled at Jamie’s elbows, making him draw them back so his forehead rested against his forearms. Jamie just whined and rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to breathe. He needed a fucking.
And he absolutely wasn’t getting it because soon the rough drag of Roy’s scruff was rubbing across his ass, a hot wet line being branded into his skin as the alpha licked a stripe across his plush skin leading to the warmed end of the plug. Jamie cried out, grabbing the soft bedding below him.
“You said you could hold still. Show me you can be a good boy.” Roy said as he laid down behind Jamie, pulling his hips down a bit. Jamie bit into the bed as he breathed in deep, waiting for whatever was next. Keeley sat beside Jamie’s head, one hand finding his hair, the other reaching under the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
Roy nuzzled the inside of Jamie’s thigh, causing the boy to cry out again as his skin grew red from the alpha’s stubble. He was marking Jamie. And that just made the omega moan out that much louder as Roy pulled the plug out of Jamie.
Jamie shivered as Roy’s breath washed over his exposed hole. He knew he was leaking, knew his thighs were trembling, but all he could think about was how alpha’s hands held him down. Owned him.
“That’s fucking stunning. What a pretty bitch” Roy growled out as he stared down at the meal laid before him. He breathed in the pure scent, eyes rolled back in his head before he dove in.
Jamie’s skin was smooth and he tasted so sweet, the soft little hairs that covered him held in that sweet scent. Roy moaned out as his tongue easily slipped into the omega after only giving a few long licks. He felt drunk. His hands grabbed at Jamie, his waist, his thick thighs, his unbelievably soft ass. He couldn’t help but shove his face closer, needing more of the caramel sweet slick that was flowing from the omega. He was in his own world.
And Jamie was so out of it. He couldn’t tell whether or not he was screaming, moaning, or just had his mouth open. He’d never felt so good . Roy’s tongue was fucking into him, licking up all the slick that spilled out, sucking on his rim, scruff rubbing his sensitive skin raw, hands grabbing and holding him down. It felt so good, he tried his best to stay still but he couldn’t help try and push back against Roy’s face. Keeley’s nails scratched and rain lines across his scalp. He was surrounded by nothing but feeling. The feeling of the sheets and blankets below him rubbing against his chest and his overly sensitive cock were pushing him closer and closer to cumming.
Keeley was enjoying the show more than she thought she would. Fingers rubbing quick circles over her clit, occasionally rolling down through the slick mess that was drenching her underwear. She couldn’t decide what was better to look at, Roy’s growling desperate way he ate Jamie out, or Jamie’s blissed out face as he cried out and moaned, all shook up with a thunderous purr. She could feel Roy moving the mattress as he rubbed himself against the mattress without meaning to, and Jamie holding onto the sheets for dear life. It was art. It was exactly what both boys needed, what they wanted, what they craved . And it was fucking hot.
“Gonna- fuck please - alpha- mommy - cum gotta cum” Jamie struggled out between the ‘ ah ah ah’ s that were overtaking his every breath. He was crying again, turning his head to look up at Keeley. His face was wrecked, tears, blush, and eyes a shimmering golden color.
Keeley nodded, bottom lip caught in her teeth, she was almost there herself. A few more quick tight circles and she was gasping into her own orgasm, nails dragging across Jamie’s scalp as she grabbed up his hair. She rode out her orgasm watching as Jamie shoved back against Roy’s face, hips bucking chaotically until he was screaming out.
Roy grabbed Jamie’s hips, working the boy through his orgasm. He kept licking inside Jamie until he was sobbing from overstimulation. Even then Roy only pulled back to lick up everything that had escaped him, running his tongue gently over Jamie’s hole and down to lick at his small soft balls.
Jamie was panting, dizzy and happy, smile plastered to his face. Keeley was running her fingers through his hair with her still shaky hand. He didn’t know nor care about anything. Alpha was happy and mommy was happy and he was happy and everything was perfect.
“Fuck.” is all Roy said as he knelt up, hand finding his throbbing cock. He moved so he was over Jamie, just nearly touching the sleepy omega. He growled out as he came, hand flying over his cock as he painted Jamie’s back and ass with ropes of cum. Not as much as if he hadn’t come a few hours before, but enough that Jamie would smell like him for days.
Jamie giggled, looking over his shoulder at Roy who was panting, forehead resting against the omega’s shoulder blade.
“You ate me out” Jamie said in a dazed way, giggling as he relaxed against the bed. Keeley broke out in a laugh too. She had her head thrown back catching her breath but the omega’s little giggles pulled her back to the present.
“Your face is so much worse than when you do me.” She said and reached over to the bedside, forgoing the tissues to grab the pack of wet wipes from the drawer.
Roy was blushing, he felt good but he didn’t mean to get so… wild. He was just so overcome with need … that didn’t happen often anymore. Keeley reached forward and began cleaning his face, scrubbing lightly at his stubble.
“You did such a good job. I’ve never heard him purr like that before. He’s so happy. You made that sweet omega so happy. He feels so good because of you, Roy.” Keeley whispered as he noticed Roy begin to get into his own head. Roy just looked at her as he wiped off his hand. He nosed at her cheek till she faced him, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
“Thank you. Do you want me to, um… do you the same?” Roy asked, needing to get an orgasm out of her soon so he could crash back to bed. Keeley shook her head and put a clean wipe in his hand and wiped off Jamie’s back.
“No need, already came. You two were so hot. You definitely have to do that again, after we get him to the clinic and get him settled.” Keeley said and laid back down beside Jamie once the omega was wiped off and clean.
Roy finished cleaning himself off before laying down beside Jamie. He didn’t know if he should touch the now sleeping omega or not but it was out of his hands soon enough. Jamie was a cuddle bug regularly, he was practically an octopus during his heat. Head lying on Roy’s shoulder, arm laying across the alpha’s hairy chest, fingers caught up in the thick chest hairs there, leg thrown over Roy’s own. It was bliss.
He was fast asleep when Keeley got up to clean and sweep up the broken glass in the kitchen. And when she got her phone from the charger to snap just a few quick pics of her boys.
She just wanted a memento in case there wasn’t a next time. But that was unlikely.