For Reference:
Allen’s Parents: Alpha mom and Alpha dad
Robbie’s parents: Alpha mom, Alpha Dad, Omega Dad
Robbie was staring at him. Allen could feel the younger’s eyes boring into him, even without turning his head to confirm. Maybe he should have been uncomfortable, but they’d known each other for years, and there was little the Omega could do to phase him. Even when he finally looked away from their parents and towards him, he was not surprised when Robbie stuck his tongue out and flipped him off. He did it at least once every one of these dinners.
Their parents were friends. Their mothers were best friends, and their dads got along fine. Allen and Robbie were friends by default. They grew up together. Robbie was in half of Allen’s baby pictures and they went on vacation every summer together. These dinners happened at least once a month, the entirety of it spent with their Alpha mothers gossiping about people at work and their fathers pretending to listen. They didn’t have to go now that they were older, but they went anyway, and unspoken sort of pact under the guise of free food and dessert.
“You know Robbie, a lot of my coworkers have Alpha sons about your age.” His mother said, grinning at Robbie.
Robbie was slurping a linguine noodle into his mouth, but he shot Allen’s mother a quizzical look, “Okay?” he asked once he was finished chewing.
“I could introduce you to some of them. Unless you already have an alpha you’re interested in? Any cute ones at school?”
“He’s not old enough to start dating yet.” Robbie’s Alpha father cut in, and Robbie nodded enthusiastically, “What he said.”
“Ohh, don’t be like that, fifteen is plenty old enough! I had my first girlfriend at fourteen.”
“Do you ever ask him if he’s interested in anyone?” Robbie asked, jabbing his fork at Allen.
His mother paused, “Allen needs to focus on his studies.”
“And I don’t?”
“Robbie.” All three of his parents growled at his blatant disrespect.
He dropped his gaze immediately, backing off, “Sorry ma’am. I don’t have any interest in anyone right now.”
“Ohh, don’t worry.” His mother cooed. Allen was an only child, but he was pretty sure his mother wished she’d continued having children, with the way she babied Robbie. “I’ll talk to my colleagues. We’ll find you a cute Alpha."
Robbie smiled, though it was more of a grimace than anything.
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Robbie woke up to the sound of someone tapping on his window. He had the curtains shut, because he didn’t like when the streetlight bled into his room. He sat up, trying to remember what day it was. He snuck out on Fridays usually, but as far as he was aware it was Thursday and not Friday, so there wasn’t any reason for anyone to be knocking on his window.
They knocked again as Robbie was going to open it. He yanked open the curtains and the windowpane, revealing Vincent on the other side. “What?” He hissed, already half dragging the Alpha into his room. Vincent wouldn’t be here if something wasn’t wrong, “Are you trying to get caught? Why were you knocking so loud?”
“Sorry,” Vincent sniffled. His eyes red and cheeks streaked with tears. Robbie softened, pulling him toward his nest. Vincent kicked off his shoes as they went. “I had a bad day.”
Vincent was Robbie’s best friend. They’d had the same homeroom in eighth grade, were stuck with an assignment together, and hit it off instantly. Even when Vincent presented as an Alpha, they’d remained as close as ever. The guy didn’t act much like an Alpha (although he certainly looked like one, he’d grown over a foot in the summer between eighth and ninth grade and packed on muscle like it was his job), he was soft and sensitive and would have rather played video games than go to football practice.
Which was exactly why he was allowed in Robbie’s nest. He wasn’t domineering or weird about Robbie being an Omega. He didn’t seem to care much at all about that and seemed just as comforted by Robbie’s nest as he was. Robbie climbed into his nest first, fiddling with the pillows for a minute to make room for Vincent’s large frame. The Alpha waited outside patiently, used to this little ritual. Once he nodded Vincent slipped into the nest, and Robbie tried not to mind the offending jeans the Alpha was wearing.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asked as Vincent laid his head in his lap, Robbie began running his fingers through his hair.
“Just fought with my parents,” he sniffled, “then with Scott. And then I saw on Instagram that Angel went on a date tonight.”
“That’s tough. What did you fight about?”
“They want me to join basketball in the spring. I don’t want to.” He explained, nuzzling his face into Robbie’s thigh, “And Scott doesn’t get it. He thinks I should just suck it up and play anyway.”
Scott and Vincent were brothers. Of course his best friend and crush would be related, but Robbie had only been to Vincent’s house a handful of times, and every time Scott was nowhere to be seen.
“That’s not fair. They shouldn’t force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
“I know. But I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of it. Basketball is going to be hell. You’ll come to my games?”
“Of course I will. Even if I don’t know what’s going on.”
He didn’t even get a chance to try and hide Vincent when the door opened. “Robbie baby, are you asleep yet? I meant to ask you if-“ His mother’s tone went from cheerful to a deep growl in a matter of seconds. Robbie couldn’t help but whimper as his mother stepped into the room, body silhouetted by the light coming from the hallway. “Is there an Alpha in here?” She asked, though didn’t make an attempt to approach his nest further, mindful of his space.
"Mom, it’s not what it looks like I swear-“
“Out of the nest. Now.” Her tone didn’t leave any room for arguments.
Reluctantly, Robbie pulled a now actively crying Vincent out of the plush bedding, though his instincts told him to cover his friend in blankets and pillows and protect him from the elder Alpha. Which was silly, because his mom wasn’t going to hurt a teenager.
“Vincent Wilkey? Well, I can’t say I was expecting that.”
Robbie and Vincent were sat on opposite ends of the couch from each other, like two children who had gotten caught drawing on the walls. Both of Robbie’s Alpha parents were pacing, while his Omega father was sitting on the recliner across from them, nose crinkling slightly from the amount of Alpha pheromones clouding the room. “Alphas,” His Omega father sighed, “Maybe you should both go out and get some fresh air. Clear your heads.”
They both grumbled but ultimately acquiesced, dropping kisses on his father’s head and sending pointed looks at Vincent before filing out the front door.
Silence stretched between the three of them once the door clicked shut behind his Alpha parents. A quick glance at his Dad proved that he was pursing his lips, eyebrows knitted as he thought about what to say.
“I’m not angry,” he finally settled with, “I remember perfectly well what it was like being a teenager, battling with new instincts and urges. I’m not mad, I just want to know if you two are being safe.”
Robbie felt kind of queasy at the words. He didn’t feel anything like that for Vincent, who was sitting dejectedly beside him, looking about as embarrassed as Robbie felt. “Dad,” he couldn’t keep the whine out of his voice, “I swear it’s not like that. There’s nothing happening between us. I don’t like him like that.”
He knew his dad didn’t believe him by the look on his face. “What was he doing in your nest then?”
“He was just upset and I was comforting him.” Robbie quickly explained, feeling panicked. If his parents thought that he and Vincent were having sex (Robbie cringed at the thought) then they would definitely go to Vincent’s parents. Then Vincent would get in trouble, and Scott would know, and he’d never get a chance with him. “And anyway I’m dating someone else.”
His dad looked confused, “Who?”
“Allen.”
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