Mark stared at the door where the young omega had gone. His mind was quite confused by what had just happened just now. What had he done wrong? They had such a wonderful night, their bodies were so compatible... How come he ended up with a punch in the face? He was sure everything was fine. He even had plans to ask him for his number, invite him out, get to know him better and... who knows? being a couple, getting married, having children.
But those plans apparently will only be ideas that came to him post sex while watching him sleep.
He had been punched but his anger was with himself. Why was he excited? He was already a man in his thirties and already had a divorce. His ex-wife would laugh in his face if she knew he was excited after fucking a young omega in Las Vegas.
But dammit, he had never felt this way about an omega. His ex-wife was a beta but she looked like a damn alpha for her shitty character. But he honestly cared very little about getting divorced. He got married because he thought it was time to get married and nothing else.
He sighed and sat on the bed rubbing his face to ease his despair. It was obviously something of one night. He was excited, yes. Fatal error. But what about the punch? Wasn't it easier to say, “Thank you for sex, until never”?
He lay back on the bed, a bed that still smelled of him.
“Damn.”
He was hard just for feeling the omega pheromones on the sheets.
He had no choice but to admit that he would never see him again and that their encounter would only be memories to turn to when he wanted to masturbate.
Like now.
He remembered his blonde hair being tousled by the night air. He was on the balcony of the hotel bar watching the midnight fireworks. he had gone out to smoke when he found him. He could feel the dominant omega pheromones as soon as he stepped on the balcony. The boy was a little drunk if he couldn't control himself.
“Sorry, I just came to smoke.”
He showed him his pack of cigarettes when he noticed that the young omega had been scared to see him. Apparently he was drunk too and couldn't control his own alpha pheromones.
He didn't want to bother him, so he went to the other end of the balcony. He knew that many omegas were afraid of dominant alphas out of sheer instinct. And he was one, that to top it off he was drunk and emanating pheromones inadvertently.
The young omega was glancing at him from time to time and Mark felt terribly bad. Was he so scary? But it was understandable. Many alphas would take advantage of a drunken omega like him to satisfy their instincts, and in that boy's eyes, he was probably one of those alphas.
“Sorry,” Mark apologized, and put the cigarette he had taken out of the pack. Better to find another place to smoke.
“I can have one?”
Mark was about to enter the bar again when he heard him speak. When he looked at it, the omega was looking at his pack.
“Oh sure.”
He got close enough and held out his hand with the pack open. Now he was fearful. Not because he was afraid of the omega, but because he was afraid that the omega was afraid of him. Irrational thinking of a drunk.
“I've already put the cigarette on the left in my mouth, you can take the other one.”
He only had two left so he had to tell him that. He was a little embarrassed for saying something so silly. What else mattered if he had already put it in his mouth?
But the omega took the one that told him not to take.
“Why do you seem fearful when the one that should be afraid is me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you. I'm a little drunk so I can't control my pheromones.”
The young omega laughed a little. A drunk giggle.
Mark thought it was cute. He had never taken the time to admire the beauty of omegas. And that boy was very beautiful, in addition to having an exquisite essence.
He turned again, ready to leave, but the omega took him by the shirt.
Mark froze momentarily.
“I don't have a lighter.”
He reacted after those words and rummaging in his pants pocket he took out his lighter to give it to him. But instead of taking the lighter, the omega put the cigarette to his lips.
He wanted him to light it for him.
Mark sighed. At first the boy seemed fearful of his presence and now… was he flirting with him?
He lit the omega cigarette quickly, he had to go now. He was beginning to think absurd things. How could he flirt with him?
“Weren't you going to smoke too?”
“I can do it somewhere else.”
“You look like a decent alpha. Stay with me, you smell good.”
His rational part told him that he must get out of there. But how could he say no if he looked at him that way? What was it about that omega that was making him so silly? Or was it alcohol? Maybe both?
“Well.”
They smoked together in silence. Mark had kept a safe distance but the omega was in charge of breaking that distance. They were almost touching his arm and to top it off the pheromones of that omega were even stronger.
“I haven't asked your name yet.”
Mark said the first thing that came to mind to keep his mind distracted.
“Why should I tell you?”
Ouch. Mark did not reply.
The omega chuckled lightly at Mark's face. He looked like a scolding puppy.
“You can call me Chris.”
“I am Mark.”
Mark replied quickly and enthusiastically. Chris nodded with a smile, if Mark had a tail he would be wagging it with too much emotion.
“So... Mark. Do you want to fuck?”
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