At First Blush

Chapter 12

Ollie sat in his car outside of his house, staring into space. The others were already here, making him the last to arrive. Ollie knew that the second he walked through the door, everyone would know. Maybe his nose was extra sensitive, but really, how could anybody not be within ten feet of him and know that he had gotten absolutely dicked down? By Jax's hot professor crush no less. Who was the mysterious older Omega who he'd hooked up with in a Heat Hotel. It all was starting to sound a little too fantastical to be real.

Ollie worried his lip, shifting his weight on his slightly sore ass. Worth it though. And of course, with his clenching, fluttering hole still recovering from Juls stretching it wide, Ollie was desperate to know what it would feel like to have Juls pound into him. If he'd wanted sex with Juls before, this afternoon had turned it from a curiosity to a burning need.

Of course, nothing could really happen so long as he sat in his car like a coward. He pulled his phone out, and shot a text to James: You at the house?

He only had to wait a minute for the reply. Yea. Your friends are here eating all the food they brought. Wru?

Outside...can you bring me a change of clothes? I kinda...got laid?

Ollie flushed pink as the three bubbles popped up and then away several times. He jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on the car door. He rolled it down, and James stood there, smirking. "Baby brother not so baby, huh?" He asked, passing Ollie jeans, underwear, and a hoodie.

"Shut up," Ollie muttered, climbing into the back of his car to change. James opened to driver side, slipping in as Ollie hauled off his jeans.

"Male or female?"

"Male."

"Nice. Gay?"

Ollie thought about it as he balled his dirty underwear and jeans into a crumpled mess. "Probably? I don't know. I'm still too sensitive to really explore different scents. So too early to tell, but it's highly likely."

James nodded slowly. "Cool. I'm bi myself, so if you need any advice or supplies, ask me, okay?"

Ollie nodded. He propped his elbows on the two front seats. "Okay, all changed. How much do I smell like sex?"

James turned his head, sniffing deeply, closing his eyes. He cracked one open, frowning. "None, actually. You smell super strongly of Omega, though. But I'm not getting any sex."

Ollie raised an eyebrow. "If I had had sex with an Omega, would that explain it?"

James's eyes widened. Then he gave Ollie a wicked grin. "Getting yourself a little Omega on Omega action, huh? That's hot. Most Omegas don't play well with others."

Ollie frowned. "Really?"

"Yeah. Like they like how each other smells and everything and it's nice during Heats, but most of the time when you put two Omegas together, their aroused Scents are too cloying to really get into it. Like trying to fuck in the middle of a cotton candy machine. It's about the pH balance, I think. Like Omegas and Alphas mix and draw out the different layers of each other's scent."

Ollie thought about that. He'd never noticed Juls's scent being anything other than delicious and mouthwatering. Everything about Juls was perfect. He felt warm, safe, comforting. "Maybe I just imprinted," he joked, and James snorted.

"Maybe. To each their own. I like mine Beta or Omega, but I can appreciate another Alpha. But damn if it doesn't get a little overpowering to have two Alphas in the same room when aroused." He checked his watch. "Hey, get in there before the tiny mouthy one calls the police."

Ollie snorted and hopped out of the car, James trailing behind him. Ollie paused at the door, looking at James. He grinned, and held his fist out to bump. "You're awesome, you know that?"

James grinned, bumping his fist. "Same, babe. I'll order more pizza. Pretty sure the tiny one ate it all."

Ollie laughed, pushing the door open. He was instantly greeted by loud voices yelling greeting. Suddenly his arms were full of Benji, who'd thrown himself into Ollie's arms. "He lives! Bitch, why didn't you answer any of my texts?" He demanded.

Ollie laughed as James slipped around him to go to the kitchen. "I was busy. Professor held me back." He pulled Benji off him, his gaze, finding Jax, who was looking at him carefully. "How did you meeting with Doc go?"

Jax smiled. "Good. Got my application, paid my fee. The deadline is in a month, so looking forward to it."

Ollie moved into the room, trying to ignore the fact that Benji had fallen silent. Benji, who had been the closest to Ollie. Who had a shockingly sharp sense of smell. He nudged Ty over, and the boy just climbed into Avril's lap. She laughed and stroked his hair as Ty continued to eat his pizza. "What did the prof want?" He asked around his mouthful.

Ollie shrugged, reaching out for a slice. "Just checking in with me about the assignment. It wasn't anything fancy. Met him on the way to the parking lot."

He bit into the cheesy goodness of the pizza and moaned appreciatively. Suddenly, something warm and wet slid up the side of his neck. It was so close to what Juls had been doing less than an hour ago that his skin broke out in goosebumps. He whipped around, and saw Benji frowning at him. He slapped a hand to his neck. "Benji, what the hell?" He asked, panic making his voice crack.

"Why do you smell and taste like another Omega?" Benji asked, eyes narrowing.

Ollie opened his mouth to reply, but Jax beat him to it. "Probably because he came with me to meet, Doc, dumbass. Why do you care, anyway?" Jax scoffed, popping a chip in his mouth.

Benji sneered at Jax. "I don't care, not really, but it just seems suspicious to me that Ollie is late, and smells like another Omega."

"Why?" Ty asked, reaching for another slice. "He's a grown up. If he wants to tell us why, he will. In the meantime, go suck on Jax. Ollie's obviously taken."

Benji and Jax looked at each other in disgust. "That's disgusting," Benji pronounced, coming around the sofa, dropping into Ollie's lap. Ollie shifted his legs to accommodate Benji's weight. They'd done this thousands of times before, but this time, he could actually smell Benji's Omega Scent. Cloying. James had said that most Omegas smell comfortable to each other during Heat, but cloying during regular arousal. If that was the standard, why did Benji smell this good? There was nothing cloying about his rich sweet scent. It was the scent of a bakery on a warm summer day, chocolate melting.

Benji looked back at him as the other debated over the movie to watch. He met Ollie's gaze, and his lips turned up slightly. "I'm sitting on your lap, just so you're aware of that," he said softly, quirking an eyebrow at Ollie.

Ollie flushed, and shifted his weight. "Sorry. You smell like chocolate tarts."

Benji's gaze darkened. "Let's put a pin in this for later. And for the record," he leaned forward, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of Ollie's ear, "you smell like an entire bakery during the fall. I bet your Slick tastes like pumpkin spice."

Ollie flushed to the roots of his hair, clearing his throat. Benji got off his lap casually, slouching on the floor. Ollie was glad for the space, honestly. He was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. After being celibate and uninterested most of his life, he was suddenly swamped in propositions, judging by the way Jax was looking at him, the way Benji was leaning his head close to his leg, and the way Juls had acted so sure that they'd do it again soon.

Jules. As the movie that the others had settled on started playing, Ollie felt himself smiling a little. Yes, Benji smelled delicious. Yes, Jax was hot. But Juls...there was something about him. Sitting here, in the dark, surrounded by the warm scents of his friends, he knew what he wanted. Now, the only question was how to get Juls to say yes.