At First Blush

Chapter 4

Smut Alert

In his wildest imaginations, which granted was pretty limited, Ollie had never expected that he would be lying curling up in a hotel bed, his fingers tracing the very sizable cock of an incredibly hot stranger. Sure, he'd come here to see what sex with an Alpha would be like, but somehow, this was so much more intimate than that. Maybe that was because his skin was currently on fire and even the bedpost looked good to him.

He had Omega friends, so he'd heard a lot about how shitty Heat was, but he had had no idea. But one minute he was looking at the thickest cock he'd ever seen, and the next his organs had been trying very hard to rip out of his body which had suddenly caught fire. Everything hurt. And then he'd had to tell this gorgeous man that he hadn't even ever touched himself. He really was a freak.

"You're in your head, baby. Talk to me."

The soft voice curled over Ollie like silk and he lifted his gaze from where it'd been rivetted to the thick bugle of the man's cock. "I'm a freak," he whispered, looking down again. He wasn't as horny as he had been when the Alpha had been in the room. The Alpha musk had made him ready to bounce on that thick cock like a pogo stick. The Omega's scent was still so good, though. While the Alpha musk was hot and heady and spicy, the Omega's scent was sweeter, like boiling molasses and caramel apples. His skin had tasted so good too, like sweat and warmth and vanilla.

The Omega's hand curled around his, lifting it off his cock, and just lacing their fingers together. "You're not a freak. Heats can happen any time. And you don't need to be sexually active. There's nothing wrong with doing whatever works for you. We can just lie here, if you want." The man said softly, rubbing his thumb against Ollie's.

Ollie shook his head. "No, I want, I want to-" he broke off, cheeks flaming.

"You want to come? Is that what you want, baby?" The man asked, his lips curving up in a smile that made Ollie want to bury his face in his chest and never come out.

"Yes. I think. God I just want to make something happen." He couldn't help the whine in his voice. That much was true. He felt like a pressure cooker set too high. If he didn't do something to take the edge off, he'd probably end up vomiting again. And he'd rather die than vomit in front of this stranger.

The man nodded softly, shifting as he guided their joined hands towards Ollie's cock. "Okay. We'll take this slow. Start by touching yourself. Nice and slow strokes."

Ollie flinched as the man wrapped his own hand around his cock. His skin was too hot and against his already burning cock, it was uncomfortable. "It doesn't feel good," he reported, and the man pursed his lips.

"Hang on, let me see..." he trailed off, rolling away to the nightstand. Ollie instantly missed his warmth and scent.

"My name is Ollie." He blurted out, suddenly desperate for this to be more than a nameless fuck.

The man rolled back, holding a blue and silver bottle. He smiled, his gaze soft and gentle and Ollie had never felt so safe. He reached out, caressing Ollie's cheek, making him moan. "I'm Julian. You can call me Juls. I'll take care of you, Ollie."

His words were punctuated by the sharp click of the bottle opening. Ollie glanced at it, watching as Juls reached out, taking the hand that Ollie was loosely grasping his throbbing cock with. "What's that?" He asked as Juls squeezed out a generous amount of it.

"Lube. Cooling. It should help with slide and since it's cooling it'll help your overheated skin." Juls clicked the cap closed, and brought Ollie's hand back to his cock.

Ollie choked on a moan as his hand, now blessedly cool and wet wrapped around himself. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, head lolling back.

"That's it, baby. There you go. Stroke yourself. See what you like."