At First Blush

Chapter 1

Ollie St. Clair did not want to be here in any, shape, or form. He slouched down further, reaching up to slide his hood farther over his eyes. Next to him, his mother, Rebecca St. Clair glanced up from her magazine. She sighed, reaching out, tapping on his knee. "Sit up, sweet. Come on," she chastised.

"No. I don't even know why we're here. Why you're here." He grumbled, crossing his arms.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm here because otherwise you wouldn't show up to your appointment. And we're here because you were up all-night vomiting."

"Yeah, but that's probably not related. It's probably stress."

"Stress caused by you being Unconfirmed."

"Doesn't explain why I'm at a gynecologist," Ollie muttered, looking through his lashes at the waiting room. He was the only guy there, and so far, in the forty minutes they've been waiting, every woman had given him a look like he was a strange bug they didn't know what to do with. As someone who hated attention on a good day, it had been absolute torture.

"Once again, it's an endocrinologist," his mom reminded him.

"Endo, gyno, either way I'm the only guy here and it's making me and everyone else uncomfortable." He hissed as yet another woman, this time probably in her late fifties, came in, and instantly zeroed in on Ollie, her eyes narrowing.

"Probably because you smell weird," Rebecca said breezily.

Ollie whipped his head around to glare at his mother, who had gone back to reading her magazine. "Gee, thanks. I feel loads better." He snapped.

Just as his mom opened her mouth to say something about his tone, the door opened and a nurse called, "St. Clair, Oliver?"

Ollie exhaled and stood, looking at his mom, daring her to follow him. She held her hands up, her lips twitching a little. "I'll be here for when you get out. Bye, love." She said, waving to him.

Ollie rolled his eyes, and went across the room to the nurse. She looked at him, then at her clipboard. "Oliver?" She checked.

"Yes, ma'am."

The nurse looked over his chart for another moment then nodded. "Follow me please?"

Ollie followed closely as she swiped her pass by the door and led him into the icy offices beyond. Ollie tucked himself into his hoodie even more, looking down at the floor. They reached an examination room shortly, and the nurse gestured towards the paper covered raised bed/table.

"Have a seat. The doctor will be in shortly."

Ollie nodded and hoisted himself up on the crinkle paper. He kicked his heels, looking around the room. Standard medical office. Weird anatomy posters, boxes of rubber gloves and cotton balls. A sink. A closet he wished he could shut himself into and disappear. He had been to too many doctor's offices at this point. Why couldn't he just be Unconfirmed? What did it matter what Rank he was? His life wouldn't radically change if he suddenly was an Alpha or an Omega.

The door opened and a devastatingly hot doctor walked in. Ollie flushed, forcing himself to smile back at the man. One drawback of being an Unconfirmed is that Ollie had no idea what the pheromones thing people were talking about. Anyone one else would be able to tell what the doctor was, but to Ollie, he just smelled like cologne. The really good kind.

The doctor put his hand out. "Hi, Oliver. I'm Adam. How are you today?"

Ollie shook his hand. "I'm alright. My mom brought me today because I was vomiting all last night."

"I saw that, I'm sorry about that. Now, let me see." He looked down at his clipboard as he sank into the computer chair. He frowned a little, nodding to himself. "Now, it looks like you're Unconfirmed?" He looked up, peering at Ollie over his glasses in a way that gave him butterflies.

"Yes, sir. We thought I was just a Beta, but during a physical when I was sixteen, they saw that my pheromone levels were just too high for a Beta. But I haven't had a Heat or a Rut yet." The first couple times explaining this, his face had been beet red. But this was old hat at this point. Though telling it to this hot doctor was a little embarrassing.

"Have you ever ejaculated or had any sexual experiences?"

Ollie sucked in his lips, and coughed a little. "No to both. I haven't ever been motivated that way. I find people attractive, but never enough to, you know."

"Have you had an erection?"

Ollie thought about it. He glanced at the doctor through his lashes, and tried to imagine the doctor shirtless. Definitely a fan of that. But his dick remained unmoved. "I don't think so. Or if I had, it wasn't memorable."

The doctor was writing a note on the clipboard. He sat back, looking at Ollie. "I see. Do you have sexual fantasies?"

Ollie flushed, feeling like he'd been caught. "Yes, I do, but again, like casually."

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. He leaned forward, clasping his clipboard loosely. "I think, instead of running more blood tests and the like, you get yourself in a situation where you have an erection and see where that takes you. If you can't get erect, I think then we'll start with tests then." He paused. "I want to be perfectly clear that there isn't anything wrong with you. Medically, physically, or mentally. I want you to understand that."

Ollie's breath caught in his throat and his eyes stung. That's always been at the back of his mind. That he was some abnormal freak. "Thanks," he croaked out.

The doctor smiled, and stood. "I won't charge you for this visit, because I see it more of an intake. Give it two weeks and try to get an erection. You don't even need to ejaculate. Just get it up and see how you feel about it. And honestly, have someone help you. I recommend this place." He opened his wallet up, and pulled out a crisp black business card. He handed it to Ollie. "My sister actually runs this high-end Heat Hotel. It's where Omegas can go and have an Alpha help them through their Heats or other Ranks go to enjoy some fun. Go, check it out. Maybe being around a lot of sexually active Alphas will trigger something."

Great, now he had the visceral mental image of the doctor being sucked off by a muscular man. Jesus. His dick definitely gave a light twitch of attention at that. He looked down at the card, trying to fight the flush in his cheeks. "Thanks. Is it expensive or?"

"It's reasonably priced. They take walk ins, you just need to fill out some forms and other administrative stuff. Give it a go, and I'll see you back here in two weeks to see what happened." The doctor smiled at him and Ollie knew his cheeks were flushed.

"Thanks. Have a good day." He managed.

"You too, Oliver. Can you find the exit okay?"

"Yeah, thanks. Bye." He left the room as quickly as humanly possible, and ducked through the halls, the card burning in his hand. He pushed through the exit, and his mom saw him.

She stood and came over as Ollie shifted from foot to foot. She tilted her head. "That was fast. What's the verdict?" She asked.

"He wants me to get an erection if I can and to make an appointment for two weeks from now," he blurted quietly, now scarlet. He didn't want to tell his mom that, but he knew that at this point there was no use in hiding it, especially since she'd spent about four hours cleaning up after he had vomited what felt like all his organs out.

She nodded slowly. "Okay then. You do that, and I'll drive you to the appointment in two weeks." She said simply. "Come on, let's get home. Think it's a pizza night."

Ollie smiled gratefully, glad to finally leave that waiting room. He slipped his hand into his pocket, shoving the card deep down. For the first time, he kind of felt excited about the idea of trying to make his useless body respond to stimuli.