Anyone besides me want JackHarding A/B/O Heat Sex? Because you're getting it.
(This goes along with my general idea for JackHarding A/B/O. Chick's an Alpha from a long line; Jack's an Omega who has spent a lot of time being told he doesn't really SEEM like an Omega, they're cops in love.)
Jack's standing with two other air execs at a so-called strategy meeting that has devolved into taking over the hotel bar when a breeze ripples through the room, and both men who were previously listening to Jack go very still and a little glassy-eyed. Jack turns to check behind them, wondering what's caught their attention, and when he turns back, one of the men is a step closer, well up into Jack's personal space. He takes a step back. "Excuse you," he says.
The man blinks and takes his own step back. "Shit. Sorry. Um." He shakes his head like he's clearing cobwebs, and the other air exec does the same. "Sorry, man. I just haven't smelled an Omega on the verge in a while. Got away from myself."
"What–Oh, fuck," Jack mutters. He looks around the room, planning a very quick exit. "If you'll excuse me," he says.
"We'll talk to you later," the second man says, pulling his friend away. Jack barely notices, focused on getting out of the room. If he's smelling good enough to distract someone, his heat's about to hit like a goddamn train. He spots Chick halfway across the room, and just the sight of him gives him a clawing urge in his belly that makes him bite back a gasp. Goddamnit. He hates when this happens, when the Omega instincts climb up and try to take over.
Jack looks around for anything to help muffle his scent. There's nothing useful nearby, and he thinks about how Lemmons smears oil and grease over his scent glands when the replacements are getting a little too close. He ducks behind a large plant and dips two fingers in his whiskey, rubbing the liquor against his glands, then slamming the rest of his drink and lighting up a cigarette. He needs to get out of here before anyone else gets a whiff of him. He can go to the room and call down to the desk, have someone deliver a message to Chick to meet him upstairs ASAP. Then Chick will show up and maybe he'll growl at the smell of him. Maybe he'll grab Jack and hold him still, make Jack be a good Omega until Jack's ready to do it all by himself.
Oh, yeah, this heat's coming on hard.
He walks across the floor with his eyes on the exit and breathes a sigh of relief as he makes it out of the ballroom. He pauses for a moment to see if there's a crowd around the elevator, and in that moment, Chick walks up beside him. Because of course he does. Because he's Chick, and Jack's Jack, and the one time they both tried to ignore the way they gravitated towards each other, they failed spectacularly and fell in love instead.
"What is it?" he asks, voice a warm rumble. "You're moving like your ass is on fire."
Jack opens his mouth to explain, but then Chick's suddenly herding him into a small alcove covered with a heavy drape and shoving his face in Jack's neck. Jack shakes as Chick breathes him deep.
"Jesus, are you in heat?" Chick hisses. He drags his mouth over Jack's scent gland and stops cold. He breathes out hard before pushing away from Jack and meeting his eyes. "How?"
"Suppressants failed," Jack says. The little alcove is filling with their combined scents, and Jack swears his teeth itch. Chick smells like the classic Alpha he is: cedarwood and black pepper and ginger; the lingering scent of his cigar just enhances all of it, and a surge of need hits Jack hard. He bares his throat even as he clenches his hands into fists so he doesn't reach out and take. "Chick," he hisses.
Chick is against him again, pressed full body into Jack and pulling Jack's head down so he can bury his mouth against Jack's neck and suck hard on his scent gland. "Can you make it to our room?" he asks. "We can take the stairs. It's only two flights."
"I–" Jack presses his mouth behind Chick's ear and grabs at his waist, pulling Chick impossibly closer so he can rub against him. "I need–I just need–"
"Hold on. Hold on," Chick says. He tries to get a hand between them, and Jack growls against his neck. Chick chuckles and manages to get a hand around each of Jack's wrist. "God, of course you're fighting to get what you want," he says, sounding so fond that Jack immediately relaxes. "Good," Chick, soothes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth on Jack's wrists as he lowers Jack's arms to his sides. "I'm gonna get you off, take the edge off, and then we'll get upstairs. You understand me?"
"Yeah," Jack says. "Yes. Please. Please."
Chick opens Jack's trousers and reaches into his shorts. He groans when he wraps his hand around Jack's dick. "Jesus, you're so warm," he says. He lowers himself to his knees and uses his free hand to push Jack's shorts down so he can get the head of his cock into his mouth.
Jack bucks his hips, but Chick's got an arm across him so he can't move too much. Jack whines and scrabbles for Chick's shoulder. Chick sucks him hard and messy, no teasing like he tends to enjoy when he and Jack have the time. He slips his hand up and down Jack's shaft as far as he can reach, and he tongues Jack's slit over and over.
Jack comes with a shuddering gasp. He whines when Chick stands up and tucks him away, pushing his face against Chick's shoulder as he holds his own hands tightly so he doesn't try to reach out.
"Better?" Chick asks.
"Barely," Jack admits. Chick's hand is warm and heavy on his neck, and Jack goes limp at the feeling. Alpha Alpha Alpha his mind repeats in a happy trill. "Chick," he murmurs. "Chick, I don't–we don't–"
"I've got rubbers," Chick says. "Don't worry. You won't be knocked up just yet."
Jack laughs and manages to pull away from Chick a little. Chick doesn't take his hand off his neck. It keeps Jack in the moment, helps him concentrate. "Okay," he says.
"Your pupils are already widening again," Chick says. "Let's get you tucked away before half the ballroom smells you and comes to fight for the chance to take care of you."
"Wouldn't let them," Jack murmurs as Chick pushes the curtain to one side. He lets Chick lead him out of the alcove and over the stairwell, feeling a sense of relief when the door shuts behind them. "Wouldn't let them," he repeats as Chick leads him up the stairs.
Chick pauses on the landing and pulls Jack against him. "I know," he says. "You're a prickly fucker, and none of them could appreciate you." He kisses Jack, soft and sweet, lets Jack chase after him for a second, then a third. "Come on," he says, and he leads Jack up the rest of the stairs and into the hallway of their floor. Their room is three doors down, and Chick unlocks the door as Jack lists against him, the scent coming off him making Chick's blood hot.
"Here," Chick says, throwing open the door. He hooks an arm around Jack's waist and drags him into the room, kicking the door behind him. Jack doesn't even react to the slam of it. He walks to the bed and drops down hard, fingers fumbling at his buttons.
"Easy," Chick says, walking over. He takes Jack's hands in his and kisses each palm. "I'll do it."
"Hurry," Jack says. His eyes are glassed over, and there's sweat at his temples. Chick kisses him there to taste him. Jack's scent is roaring to the surface: Ink and lilies and the sharp, cold smell of wind before it snows. It's undercut with a sweetness that Chick's never smelled because in the months they've been together, Jack's never had a heat. Chick had assumed this wasn't something he'd experience until after the war.
Chick finishes getting Jack stripped, then hurriedly strips himself. Jack scoots up on the bed and lays with his hands above his head with his legs wide open, eyes half-lidded and dick hard as it was in the alcove.
"Didn't know you could possibly get better looking," Chick says. Jack blushes all down his chest and stretches his neck long and lovely to one side. "Oh, I am going to devour you," Chick says, Alpha instincts going white hot at the way Jack's sending every happy Omega signal he possibly can. Chick runs his hands over Jack's calves and squeezes just below his knees. "Just a second," he says. He takes a step back, and Jack whines, high and desperate. "Easy," Chick murmurs as he picks up his toiletries bag and takes out the rubbers he's packed. He tosses them on the bedside table, then he climbs into bed next to Jack and leads him into a kiss.
Jack mewls and undulates against Chick. Chick grabs Jack's thigh and pulls it over his own hip, then he reaches down between Jack's cheeks and drags his fingers down Jack's cleft. He's soaked with slick and starts to whine continuously when Chick massages his hole with his knuckles.
"Please," Jack says. "Please. Alpha. Please."
Chick shudders in pleasure at hearing Jack beg. He never does usually, not unless they're in a teasing mood. "Say it again," he says.
"Please. Please. Alpha Please. Alpha."
Chick pushes one finger into Jack, and Jack arches against him, his dick hot and hard on Chick's stomach. Chick pushes a second finger in, and Jack gasps and grabs his arm and comes all over Chick's belly.
Chick moves his fingers in and out slowly as Jack pants against his throat and rubs his cheek hard against Chick's collarbone, scent marking him before tucking his face against Chick's neck again and licking his scent gland.
"Chick," Jack slurs, and the kiss on Chick's gland is so gentle and sweet, and Chick wants to tell him to bite down. But they agreed a long time ago, war's no place to formally mate with each other. Even on the ground they're too damn busy to take proper time away to let the bond settle with just the two of them.
"Please," Jack says against Chick's throat. "Do it."
"Say it," Chick says. "Tell me what you want." He laughs when Jack nips his scent gland. "Keep that up, and I'll go off before I get inside you," he says.
"No," Jack whimpers.
Chick rubs his cheek into Jack's hair, scenting him as he pushes a third finger in. Jack makes a noise in the back of his throat and pushes back against Chick's fingers. "That's it," Chick says, meeting Jack's thrusts with a counter thrust so his fingers get good and deep. He holds them still after a few thrusts and focuses on rubbing Jack's prostate, sucking the sweat off the long line of Jack's neck as he grinds down and moans and comes for a second time on Chick's stomach.
Jack's head clears, and he sighs when Chick removes his fingers. "Come back," he murmurs.
"I am," Chick says against his temple. He kisses Jack there, then stretches to reach a rubber.
Jack buries his face in Chick's chest and breathes him in, the smell of his own spunk on Chick's skin making him mewl in pleasure. "Mine," Jack says.
"All yours," Chick replies, and he tucks his hands behind his head as Jack touches him on his belly and his chest and his shoulders. "Enjoying yourself?"
Jack hums an affirmative and nuzzles Chick's bicep, then presses his nose into the bend of his elbow and breathes in deep. "Mine," he says again, then bites lightly.
"Come here, sweetheart," Chick says. Jack lets Chick manhandle him into his lap–something he very rarely allows any other time. Chick opens the rubber and rolls it down his cock.
Jack reaches back and takes Chick's cock in his own hand, leads it to his hole and sinks down in one thrust.
"Jesus," Chick grunts.
Jack squeezes around Chick's cock and grinds his hips back and forth a few times just to watch the way Chick's eyes flutter. He spreads his hands on Chick's belly and sighs in pleasure when Chick digs his fingers into his thighs.
"Show me what you got," Chick says, all cocky grin and bright eyes. "I've been wondering what you fuck like during a heat."
"Tell me," Jack replies. He means it to come out a command, but it's soft and breathy, almost a plea. The proper tone for a proper Omega, a tone Jack has never traded in.
"Well, that's new," Chick says, and he drags his hands up Jack's sides. "Won't pretend I don't like hearing you be a little demure. Do it again."
Chick's voice is all Alpha authority and command, and Jack shivers from his head to his toes to have it directed at him like this. "Please tell me more," he says, and Chick meets his downward thrust with an upward one of his own. "Please," he says, and he lets his mouth hang open after, lets the Omega instinct to be supple and submissive take over his brain.
"You're stunning," Chick says. "So easy for me, aren't you? So happy to take my knot."
"Alpha," Jack murmurs. "My Alpha. My Chick."
"Fucking right I am," Chick says.
Jack shouts when Chick holds him still and pushes up into him hard. He topples forward, crowded on Chick's chest with his hands trapped under him. He sucks on Chick's chest, desperate to mark his Alpha as Chick wraps his arms tight around his waist and holds him where he wants him as he fucks into him over and over.
Jack finishes leaving a mark and manages to get his hands free so he can grab onto Chick's shoulders and simply hold on. Chick is hot and sweaty all over, and Jack rubs his face into it, coating himself in Chick's scent.
"Kiss me," Chick growls.
Jack pushes himself up just enough to fit their mouths together. He slides his tongue along Chick's and groans in bone-deep pleasure when Chick takes one arm off his waist so he can grab Jack's hair and hold him in place as he sucks roughly on his tongue and thrusts in a few times more just as his knot starts to swell.
When Chick's knot stretches in Jack, he whimpers and digs at Chick's shoulders, but Chick doesn't let go of his head, still kissing him even as he and Jack both come.
Jack fades in and out for a few minutes, the heady feeling of a knot filling him even more pronounced due to his heat. He's aware of Chick rubbing his back and nuzzling his hair, of Chick murmuring encouragement for Jack to stretch his legs out so he doesn't get a cramp. Several minutes later, when Jack's aware enough to lift his head and meet Chick's gaze, he's met with a soft, bright look that makes him want to burrow into Chick and stay there.
"Okay?" Chick asks. He's still running his hands up and down Jack's back. "We've got a few minutes still."
Jack lays his cheek on Chick's shoulder and curls a hand over Chick's bicep. "I'm good," he says. "Thanks for–" he closes his mouth, unsure what to say.
Chick laughs quietly. "Thanks for fucking your brains out?" he asks. "Thanks for giving you four orgasms so far tonight? Thanks for packing rubbers even though we've never needed them?"
"That last one, at least," Jack says. He shifts a little, sliding off Chick's shoulder and onto his arm so they can see each other. Chick's knot shifts in Jack as he moves, and it makes him sigh in pleasure. "Why did you even pack them?"
"I honestly don't know," Chick says. "Maybe my instincts could tell you were off-kilter. My Alpha knew my Omega was going to need a little extra help."
Jack considers that. "Maybe," he says. "I've read that that can happen. But it's only been seen in mates."
"Well, in everything but bite, we are," Chick says.
"True," Jack replies, unable to tease Chick about something they both know to be completely true. He rubs his cheek against Chick's arm, and then Chick's angling down to kiss him, as sweet and soft as in the stairwell. Jack melts into it, loving the way Chick's hand covers his jaw.
"You still all right?" Chick asks, running his thumb up and down the tendon of Jack's neck.
"Great," Jack says. He squeezes on Chick's knot just to watch him gasp. "Absolutely great."
"I can tell," Chick says. He pulls on Jack's arm until Jack's settled atop him, arms on either side of Chick's head. "You gonna need to stay up here tomorrow?" he asks.
"Likely not," Jack says. He combs his fingers through Chick's hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Chick holds him around the waist and tips his head into Jack's hands. "If it's like the other times the suppressants have failed, it'll be over as quick as it came on. I'll probably be okay in the morning."
"Hmm," Chick hums, "We should make the most of it, then. Don't know how long it'll be until I get you like this again."
"You like it?" Jack asks, giving Chick his best smug grin.
"Almost as much as I like you the rest of the time," Chick replies.
Jack feels himself blush, and he wants to be annoyed that his heat makes it nearly impossible to hide his Omega reactions, but the way Chick's eyes light up at the sight of him makes him think maybe it's not that bad. Not with his Alpha.
Sneaking into the restricted section had never been Balthazar's cup of tea, but he needed a particular book on curses just to satisfy his curiosity. The more he knew, the better. Besides, he already could curse someone six ways from Sunday if they ever tried to attack him magically.
Needless to say, it was late, but Balthazar had mastered the Disillusionment charm to the point of being near-invisible when walking in the halls at night, so he was never found. Unlocking the door to the library, he slipped inside, closing it gently behind him. Making his way over to the restricted section, he began to peruse the shelves, selecting a book and bringing it over to a table, casting a small ball of light into the air with his wand for adequate reading light.
