“Sounds like the test is starting to wind down,” Flynn stated from his position perched on Damon’s window sill, the window open enough so he could hear the yelling from the testing grounds.

Damon murmured back absently, his mass of long black hair flopping forward, almost obscuring his entire face from Flynn’s eyes. But he could imagine the intense focus in Damon’s brown eyes behind his glasses as he read the patient’s chart in front of him. 

He really needs a haircut again. Flynn should take him this weekend. If he just asked Damon to do it he'd forget. It was already obvious from his wiry frame that he barely ate unless Flynn dragged him somewhere or plunked the food right in front of him, refusing to leave until Damon finished it.

Flynn sighed, “You said you only had one more chart to fill. When are you going to finish?”

“If you’re hungry go ahead. I know how you get if you’re hangry,” Damon replied absently.

Flynn sighed and leaned back against the window frame. “No, it’s fine. It’s no fun eating alone.”

Damon looked up then smiled slightly, and Flynn immediately grinned back. One of the benefits of being childhood friends is he could whine like this and not feel awkward about it. In front of everyone else he was Flynn Hale, the efficient leader of Human Resources. He was friendly, nice, a great listener, trustworthy, and most importantly, he focused on his job.

No one knew that in reality, Flynn was sarcastic, a bit whiny and impatient and liked to tease people. While everyone assumed as a rich Omega from a prestigious Alpha-Omega family, he loved to party and enjoyed drawing the attention of hundreds in a club, he spent most of his time sitting at home, watching movies and eating junk food. And spending time with Damon, allowing his Beta childhood best friend to spoil him and pamper him the way an Omega likes to be pampered. The way an Alpha is supposed to pamper him, based on genetic and social beliefs.

But Flynn didn't need an Alpha, not when he has Damon. He didn't need anyone except Damon. It's how it's always been and will continue to be. Always.

“And done,” Damon said, tossing the folder on top of the huge stack on his desk and taking off his lab coat. Carefully, he hung it on the coat rack attached to the back of his office door. “Where do you want to eat?”

Flynn skipped forward and looped his arm through Damon’s, “Surprise me.”

Damon smiled and gently extracted his arm from Flynn’s. “I told you, not at the base.”

Flynn pouted, “You’re a Beta and I’m an Omega. No one is going to think it’s weird or inappropriate.”

“Doesn’t mean people won’t gossip. I don’t want anyone misunderstanding our relationship.”

“What’s not to understand? Everyone knows we’ve been friends since we were born.” Flynn smiled as they walked down the hall to the parking lot and Damon’s car. “You may be too busy with your patients and charts and whatsits and whosits to realize, but we are pretty popular on this base.”

Damon chuckled as he got into the driver’s seat and put on his seat belt, “That’s not a surprise. It was the same way in middle school and high school. You know people only talk about us because of you.”

“What did I ever do?” Flynn protested.

“It’s because you naturally draw people’s attention with your personality. You're friendly, nice, and sociable. Everyone likes you.”

Flynn sighed as he settled back into his seat, “That’s true. I’m just so awesome and lovable, everyone can’t help but gravitate to my natural charms”

Damon smiled slyly, “Now if they knew this side of you, all your admirers would run.”

“Are you saying I’m not kind and sweet, and amazing and spectacular?”

Damon laughed as he turned down the street, heading to their favorite pasta restaurant. “I’m talking about that snide attitude of yours. You can be pretty snarky and...overly confident let’s say.”

“Sigh, yes,” Flynn wailed dramatically, earning a chuckle from Damon. Grinning, he kept going. “It’s true. But every perfect creature must have a flaw. Otherwise no one on Earth will stand a chance. I’m only being considerate, you know.”

“To which we are all eternally grateful,” Damon said.

Flynn smiled as he looked out the window, seeing his heart shaped face reflected in the glass. He flicked his red hair so the curls fell on to the right side rather than the left. His green eyes dimmed and his grin slipped slightly as he recalled the way Damon had removed his hand back in the clinic. It had been this way for years. Any time Flynn tried to initiate contact, Damon would kindly but firmly create some distance. Then Flynn would try and cover up how hurt he was with a joke and pray Damon didn’t realize how crushed Flynn was. It wouldn’t change anything but Damon would feel guilty, and Flynn didn’t want that. He just wanted….Flynn sighed.

“We’re almost there. Try and hold in that wild hungry beast inside you for a few more minutes.”

Flynn forced himself to smile and turned his head, waving his hand grandly at the street, “Drive on Jeeves. Your master is hungry.”