Robbie had never been hit by a truck before, but he imagined how he felt now was something similar.
He had just woken up and everything was too bright. Someone must have opened the curtains as he slept, the sunlight grating against his eyelids, making his head pound harder. An involuntary groan slipped past his lips and he buried his face into his pillow to block out the light. He didn’t have the mental capacity to figure out just why it smelled of lavender at the moment, instead just inhaling more of the calming scent.
“Are you finally awake, ma’am?” The voice was loud, perhaps a little amused, and it definitely belonged to Katherine.
“No.” He mumbled; voice muffled.
Katherine laughed, but left him be for a while. Eventually though she coaxes him to sit up, forcing Tylenol and water into him, along with a few bites of breakfast. He wasn’t hungry, not in the slightest, but he’d thrown up whatever food had been in his system at around three in the morning and didn’t want to get sick over the pain medication.
After a shower and dressing into comfortable clothes, Robbie ultimately decided to stay in his room for the day. There was a lounge area in the corner of his room, with a game console he hadn’t used much yet, so he decided to progress in one of the games he’d been casually playing over the last few weeks. His maids were milling about, quietly tidying things (what exactly he isn’t sure, the room is practically spotless) and Robbie had half a mind to send them away when there was a knock on the door.
Casey is the one who answers. “Oh, Your Majesty.” The maid is surprised, but he curtseys low, “How may I assist you?”
“I was hoping that Ms. Quarrels is currently available.” The King inquires, and Katherine looks like her eyes are going to pop out of her head. Robbie’s wearing a pair of sweats, they’re soft and matching, definitely an upgrade to the ratty t-shirts he generally relaxes in, but it’s still not appropriate to be in the presence of a King.
“Uhm, he is,” Casey confirms slowly, glancing into the room with a hint of panic in his eyes. Katherine waves her arms frantically, as if to say, No, he looks like a commoner right now. “Er, can he have a minute? He’s not… decent?”
Robbie briefly considered what consequences would come of strangling on of his maids, but the King chuckled, “I’m afraid that I don’t have much time. I’m sure whatever state of dress Ms. Quarrels is in is perfectly acceptable.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.” Casey bowed quickly before stepping out of the doorway. Then King Scott came into view, and Robbie stood so that he could bow properly. He was in a perfectly tailored suit as usual, seeming to have foregone a tie for the day, leaving the top few of his dress shirt unbuttoned that revealed the soft skin of his clavicle.
“We’ll leave you two be,” Katherine announced, curtseying as she passed the King, and ushering Casey out along with her. The door shut with a click, leaving nothing but the tinkling noise of videogame music coming from the pause screen on the television.
“How are you feeling? I encouraged your maids to allow you to sleep in.” Scott said softly, like he had been genuinely sick rather than recovering from a hangover. The concern in his eyes made Robbie’s heart flutter. As he got closer, he offered a neatly folded sweater that he had failed to notice before.
Robbie took it, confused only for a moment, before the scent of lavender hit him. This was undoubtedly the sweater that King Scott had slept in, and he was offering it to him for his nest. The thought made him blush, and memories from the night before only embarrassed him further. “My head hurts a little, but that’s it,” He responded, distracted by the itch under his skin, the urge to go and find a place for the sweater among his other items.
“Go ahead,” Scott smiled, inclining his head towards the couches, “I’ll just have a seat. Take your time.”
“Thank you.” He quickly climbed onto the bed, trying to find a good spot around his main pillows for the sweater, which meant he needed to completely rearrange the area, and really he tried to be quick about it. Surely Scott would understand though, how important it was to make sure everything was correct.
Robbie found that he quite liked how their scents mingled together in his nest, a sweet mix that was undeniably Omegean. The smells of home and family and Beta had slowly dissipated over the weeks, and he didn’t like how lonely it felt when it was just his. The handkerchief and sweater definitely helped, but Robbie couldn’t help but feel like something was still missing.
Once he was finally satisfied with the arrangement, he slipped out of the nest, only to find the King watching him. “Come sit.” He said, patting his own lap, leaving no room for arguments. Robbie felt self-conscious under the King’s gaze, and he wondered how anyone stood to look the man in the eyes for more than a few seconds. They were glittering with a sort of intelligence that Robbie figured only existed in Monarchs, an undeniable knowing that made Robbie entertain the idea that just maybe King Scott could peek into people’s souls. “Come on, I promise I don’t bite.” The King chuckled as Robbie took a couple hesitant steps forward.
Then he was tentatively settling into the other Omega’s lap, knees on either side of his thighs as he faced him, afraid that he might hurt the elder somehow. Despite being the same height, their body types were different. Where King Scott was slight and bony, Robbie could only be considered plush, with curves and rolls that the other definitely didn’t have. Robbie didn’t even want to think about the weight difference between them. The King seemed entirely unbothered though, arms finding their way around his waist. “There’s a few things we need to discuss.” He said.
“Okay…” Robbie wasn’t sure if he liked Scott’s tone, letting his eyes drop to his lapels.
“Nothing bad, sweetheart. We just need to have a little talk about last night.” Scott began, not giving Robbie a moment to mull over what that could possibly mean, “Overdrinking, especially at a formal function is not only dangerous, but also unbecoming,” The King’s tone was soft, if anything only slightly chastising, but Robbie could still feel his stomach drop. Something about thinking that he’d disappointed the King left a lump in his throat, “I’m not upset, I just want you to understand that you put yourself in a vulnerable position, and there are a lot of people, Alphas, Betas, and even some Omegas, that would and could have taken advantage of that.”
“I’m sorry,” Robbie managed, surprised to find himself teetering on the edge of tearing up. That was a little pathetic, “I was really nervous, I’ve never been good around a lot of people, which isn’t an excuse but… I understand. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re so sweet,” King Scott cooed, reaching up and placing his hand on his cheek. The skin was cool against his flushed cheek, and Robbie leaned into the touch, “Baby was just nervous, huh? Didn’t mean to make me worry, no, you wouldn’t do that, would you?”
The tone was condescending, a little degrading even, but warmth curled in Robbie’s tummy. Scott seemed so big at the moment, even as the other Omega had to look up at him from the way they were sitting, but Robbie couldn’t help but feel tiny under his heavy gaze. “N-no, I wouldn’t. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to.” He mumbled, tears actually springing up in his eyes.
“I know sweetheart,” The King hummed. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on both of his reddened cheeks, “You’re always so good. Do you remember what I promised you last night?”
Robbie nodded, feeling a little embarrassed about how he acted the night before. He wasn’t usually so… demanding, but it seemed that alcohol made him more corageous. His eyes flickered towards the other’s lips. They looked smooth and soft. Perfect, just like the rest of him. He wondered if it was ever exhausting to be so pristine all the time, or if it came naturally to him. Did the King wake up with neat hair and flawless skin? He genuinely couldn’t imagine him with a bedhead.
“I need a verbal answer. It’s okay if you aren’t ready, Robbie.”
“It’s not that…” He squirmed a little, not wanting to meet the King’s eyes, “I’ve just never really kissed someone before.”
“Well,” The King hummed, fingers hooking under his chin and forcing his head upward. He seemed pleased, “May I have the pleasure of being your first?”
Robbie wished he could have said something thoughtful and elegant back, but he was pretty sure that the squeaky, “yes” he managed to utter was more of a noise than an actual word. Still, the King seemed to understand, smiling slightly as he leaned forward.
Robbie’s eyes fluttered shut as their mouths connected, the King’s lips were indeed as soft as they looked. The kiss was gentle, and Robbie did his best to mimic the soft movement of the other’s lips, not entirely sure what he was doing. It was pleasant though, a warm bubbling feeling settling in his chest as King Scott’s hand cupped his cheek.
Too soon, the other Omega pulled back, though he didn’t go far, resting his forehead against Robbie’s. “How was that?” He asked, thumb brushing over Robbie’s bottom lip.
“G-good. That was…” Robbie felt almost dizzy, elated that the King’s calming scent seemed to surround him, “Can we do that again?”
Scott laughed, a genuine laugh, and it was so musical and pretty and Robbie was almost sure that he was in love. Then the elder leaned in, and as Robbie received his second, third, and fourth kiss he knew that he was falling.
Hard.
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