At First Blush

Chapter 9

Julian groaned as he heard his alarm go off. Damn it. He had been having such a nice dream, too. Sitting up, he dragged his fingers through his hair, staring at the wall across from him. He was sitting in a puddle of Slick with a massive hard-on, so the type of dream was obvious. But who was he dreaming about?

He squinted into middle space, lazily stroking himself through his briefs. Soft skin, bright eyes, pink lips, sweet scent. Julian's hand faltered. Sweet scent? Why the hell was he dreaming about Omegas? Ollie had really fucked with his head if he was dreaming about them. He needed an Alpha, stat.

He got up, throwing his door open. Adam looked up from where he was on the couch. Julian stared hard at him, running his gaze over Adam's crisp shirt, rolled back on his forearms, his gentle dusting of body hair, the darkening of stubble on his cheeks. The thick, heady musk of Alpha. Everything that Julian usually wanted. He looked down at his cock and saw that it had softened from fully hard to semi, and he groaned, slamming the door shut again. Damn it.

"Julian? You okay?" Adam asked, knocking on the door.

Julian ripped the door open again and said, "Adam, I need to get laid."

Adam raised a brow. "What else is new? Also, you have a class in thirty minutes."

Julian glanced at the clock, and cursed. "Damn it! Why are you here, anyway? I'm the bum, not you."

"They're doing electrical and plumbing work at the office." Adam leaned in the doorway, watching as Julian riffled through his closet for clothes.

Julian grabbed jeans and a nice button up shirt, tossing them to the edge of the bed. He shucked off his wet boxers, grabbing a new pair from the dresser. He looked over and saw that Adam was still watching him. "Sir, are you planning on doing more than watching my ass?" He asked.

Adam snorted. "No, though objectively, it's a very nice one."

"Thanks. Out. I'm grumpy." Julian walked over, prodding Adam out of his room.

"You're always grumpy. I'll make coffee."

The door closed and Julian grabbed the jeans, hopping into them. He buttoned them slowly, glaring into space. Why was he getting all hot and bothered over Omegas? It had been over a week since he had hooked up with that baby Omega. Why couldn't he get him out of his head? He was never going to see Ollie again. And even if he did, why would he want to? Ollie was cute, sure. But all his life, Julian had been attracted to Alphas and Alphas only. A few Betas because Julian liked snuggling up to warm bodies that smell like fresh laundry and spring. But never an Omega. Actually, as nice as Omegas smelled, they had always been a little sickly to Julian, both their sweet scents mixing together and making this choking, cloying scent. But why then, had he liked Ollie's scent so much?

Frustrated and finally dressed, he yanked the door open again. He shoved his feet into his shoes and stomped into the kitchen, where Adam was just finishing up making a stack of waffles. He slid the plate and a cup of coffee to Julian. "Eat. You're going to scare your students." He said mildly.

Julian grabbed a waffle and shoved it in his mouth. "I had a sex dream about an Omega, and it annoys me." He said around his mouthful.

Adam leaned forward, propping his chin on his hands. "Why?"

"Because I've always liked Alphas, so it's weird."

Adam considered this as Julian poured coffee down his throat. "Well, I'm not sure what you want to hear. But, I can tell you that I kind of get it. I'm attracted to Alphas."

Julian snorted. "I know this," he pointed out, then shoved another waffle in his mouth.

Adam shrugged. "It's just one of those things, I think, that we're taught to have different Rank relationships, so finding yourself attracted to same-Rank is unnerving. Feels like you're an aberration. But you aren't. You like what you like, society be damned."