Hi Inny. What about # 18 for fuck AI prompts, where omega Luke always has a lot of alphas making offers, but when it comes down to it he only wants beta!Alex?
“Dude, what the heck, she was smoking hot!” Reggie said, as another disappointed alpha moved away. Luke shrugged. He knew Reggie was only helping him out, being his wing-man as usual, but Luke’s heart just wasn’t in it. He knew he had to find someone, his pheromones clearly letting everyone know he was in pre-heat, which got him a lot of attention. Reggie, who’d had his heat a couple of weeks ago, was enjoying the flirting and attention that hanging out with Luke was getting him, but he seemed to be getting concerned when Luke turned down the fourth interested alpha of the night.
“Dude, if this isn’t your scene, we can go to another bar,” he offered. “Or like, the music store. Or, I dunno, a book store, if you want to pick up some hot older guy in a cardigan.”
“That’s more your speed, Reg,” Luke joked, bumping their shoulders together. “I dunno, I just… there was something off about her.” Her smile was too sharp, her scent prickling his nose in a way that made him want to scrunch it up. “Besides, it’s fine, Alex said he’d help me out if I couldn’t find anyone.”
Reggie waved at the bartender to close their tab, even though they’d only paid for the first round of drinks. What could Luke say, between the arms and his scent, he knew he was a hot commodity. They left the bar, Reggie making sure nobody was following them, his arm slung around Luke possessively. It usually worked, from a distance, anyway. Reggie did a great alpha swagger, and between the leather jacket and the body posture, people wouldn’t know they were two omegas unless they came close.
“So how many heats are we going to have to do this little charade before you and Alex just admit you’re into each other and get together?” Reggie asked casually.
“Dude!” Luke said, face flushing.
“What? I’m just saying, it’s not that I don’t enjoy the flirting, but it hurts my heart a little to see you turn down all those incredibly beautiful people.” He made puppy eyes at Luke. Yeah, when Luke was Reggie’s wingman, it was usually more about reigning him in and helping him make smart and safe choices. Pre-heat Reggie was a little reckless sometimes.
“I’ll talk to him about it,” Luke muttered, as if he hadn’t said that the last two heats. And smack dab in the middle of his last heat and this one, when Reggie had insisted that maybe it would be easier to talk when they weren’t all hot and heavy and pheromone-addled. Reggie just gave him a knowing look, and a ‘uhuh’, but didn’t push the rest of the way home.
When they got home, Luke stopped in the hallway, taking a deep breath in. His and Reggie’s scents mingled with Alex’ perfectly, soft and warm and home. Why would he ever want anything more than that?
Alex looked up from his book when they came in, smiling. “Hey, any luck?” he asked, and was Luke imagining the slight hunt of apprehension in his voice.
“Nope,” Reggie said, throwing his leather jacket at Luke and flopping down on top of Alex, who shoved him off. “Got some free drinks, though.”
“Yeah, your diet coke probably really set them back,” Alex snarked. Reggie seemed unaffected, though, toeing off his shoes and shoving his toes under Alex’ thigh as Luke flopped down on Alex’ lap as well.
Alex didn’t push him off.
“Guess you’re stuck with me for another heat,” he said casually, hopefully. “I mean, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” Alex said, a little too quickly to be casual.
Thankfully, Alex didn’t see the giant eye-roll Reggie gave them. Luke snuggled in, head under Alex’ chin as Alex wrapped his arms around Luke, holding the book open on one of Luke’s splayed knees. He smelled so good, like a sea breeze, like a bed with freshly washed sheets, like a warm safe hug.
What could some knothead at a bar possibly have to offer that Alex didn’t? Sure, he was a beta, but who cared about that? Alex was always so gentle with him, always made sure he drank enough in between heats, that he ate, that he was comfortable and clean. Alex never got rough or annoyed when Luke got bossy, never tried to ‘put him in his place’ as an omega. He could be a little snarky, yeah, but he was never mean to him when Luke was in heat.
“Reg, you have plans?” Alex asked, which was way subtler than ‘you’re fucking off in the morning, right?’ Reggie beamed.
“Oh yeah, me and Bobby are going to do that Spicy Noodle Challenge again,” he said, beaming as if Bobby hadn’t sent them a selfie of him, stone-faced, while Reggie was sitting next to him crying, his face flaming, chugging a glass of milk with an almost full plate in front of him, last time. Luke shook his head in disbelief. At least it would keep him busy. And thankfully, Bobby’s apartment had two bathrooms. “Maybe have a Star Wars marathon, or play the pier a little. I’ll stop by in a day or two and fill up your supplies, okay?”
“Thanks, Reg,” Alex said, relieved. They kept the place well-stocked, but it did ease Alex’ anxiety a lot to know they could rely on Reggie should anything run out.
“I’m going to hit the hay so I can get out of here bright and early,” Reggie said, because they all knew Luke’s heat always struck at the most inconvenient times. “You two be good, have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He stood up, leaning over and pressing a kiss to both their foreheads. “Except fuck in my bed, if you fuck in my bed, the only thing I’m bringing you is Spicy Noodles.”
“Good night, Reg,” Alex said pointedly, and Reggie laughed, before heading off to bed.
They sat quietly for a while, Alex reading his book, Luke just breathing in his scent and toying with the strings of his hoodie, running it over his nose, his lips, as Alex nuzzled his noise in Luke’s hair. When he finished his chapter, he put the book away, but instead of getting up, his arms just curled around Luke again. “Sleeping in my bed tonight?” he asked. That way, if Luke woke up from his heat starting, he didn’t need to stumble all the way down the hall to Alex’ room.
Also, not that either of them would admit it, but Luke certainly slept better with Alex there.
“Yeah,” he agreed. Alex smiled, and squeezed him a little, before gently herding Luke off his lap so they could go brush their teeth and get ready for bed. Luke smiled when he saw that Alex had already taken out Luke’s favourite nesting blanket and put it on the end of the bed, and he waited for Luke to get everything perfect before sliding into bed with him.
“Night, Lu,” he said, covering Luke’s hands from where he’d wrapped them around Alex. Alphas never let him be the big spoon, even outside of heat, which was another reason why Alex rocked. That, and his sense of humour, and his smile, and his killer voice, and that swoopy thing his hair did, and…
Okay, so maybe he was a little in love with Alex. He’d talk about it later, after his heat was done.
He wasn’t going to chicken out again.
