Don't Throw It Off the Mound {Show Me How It's Gonna Be} - Rhyder/Reece
Previously, the Omega had only viewed Rhyder as a very tasty Alpha that was in dire need of losing his virginity as quickly as possible. Although the thought was still in the back of his mind, their miniature scuffle had honestly cracked a mental door for the teenager. As such, he sat on the couch with a grin plastered across his features due to the surprise that he had concocted as a means to make up for their disagreements.
If it were anyone else, Reece would have had a fuck-all time turning his back on a stubborn Alpha that wouldn't put out. Rhyder, though, was interesting. Nice. Of course, excitement of getting to go to a club in general was making the Omega feel as though he were a twelve year old about to head into a theme park and having company like Rhyder was just the cherry on top (and the whipped cream, and the chocolate...). As soon as he heard a car pull up in front of his flat, Reece jumped off of the couch, did a once-over in the mirror to make sure that his shorts and tanktop combo was club material, and darted out the door with a grin.
"Ready for the fun?" he asked to the guy behind the driver's window.