Maxwell Jenkins is a successful actor who is stuck between his career and finding a life long partner. What happens when a nameless omega boy enters his life for one steamy night and leaves without a trace?
Jacob hid behind Olivia as I attempted to chase him around the production set. He looked terrified, flinching when I tried to reach past her and grab him. "Max, calm down. It's not like they weren't going to question you to death about it anyway. Whether Jacob said something or not," she explained, defending Jacob's life. I glared at them both, knowing that they were right.
"I-I didn't out you. I just told them that you were feeling a bit lonely and that I was worried about you," Jacob explained. I instantly regretted scaring him half to death because his voice sounded so small. I'd never actually hurt Jacob. He was way to precious.
With a sigh, I sat down and contemplated everything. My parents knew I was gay, but they didn't believe in letting me figure things out first. They wanted to force me into a situation with some poor omega who didn't have a mind of their own. They were like robots that listened to every word you said. I didn't want that. I didn't like controlling people.
"Besides, what's so bad about your parents finding you a mate? It's not like you have to court the ones you don't like," Olivia commented. She didn't understand. Disappointing my opa felt worse than lying to his face about courting Drake. I might not show it much, but all I wanted was for him to be proud of me. My Apa honestly didn't care what I did, he just went along with his husband's theatrics because there was no point in arguing with him.
"What's bad is that I'm obsessed with someone no-one would approve of," I huffed. At the end of the day Drake was still an escort. Someone you paid a lot of money for sex. I couldn't just force him to change his entire life for me. That was so selfish.
"You mean the boy from the other night. The one you slept with? Your..."
"It's complicated. A lot happened that next day and now I'm stuck in the middle of wanting him and making sure my parents don't know what he is," I explained. Jacob looked at me with disappointment while Olivia shook her head.
"Maybe because he's an actual whore," Jacob hissed. I felt the need to defend Drake's honor, but what was the point. There was no honor in what he did with his body. "You ever thought that maybe you should choose someone a bit more your speed? Someone who's also an actor," the omega boy asked. I looked him up and down, feeling like he was right and wrong at the same time.
"You mean someone like you?" I replied. Jacob physically flinched at my words, his little face dropping as Olivia pushed herself in my sight. There was nothing wrong with Jacob. I actually found him extremely adorable, but there was nothing ever beyond that. I didn't feel that indescribable pull in my chest when I was near him. In fact, I didn't feel that with any other omega besides Drake. I didn't want Jacob to end up like the boys I did use. A memory that meant nothing to me. He was someone I cared for and wanted to protect, even from myself.
"You don't have to be so harsh Max! He has feelings too!" Olivia exploded, before taking Jacob by the hand and storming off. Maybe I deserved that. I didn't expect them to understand how I felt. How could they? They weren't Alphas. They didn't have to deal with society pressuring them into finding someone.
....
The moment I walked into my new apartment I felt light headed. Not only was it fully decorated, but it was also perfectly set up for an omega to move in. The living room's color scheme was light grey and white with black and brown accents. The large light grey sectional was filled with fluffy throw blankets and pillows, perfect for a nesting omega. I didn't even want to see what he had done to my bedroom yet.
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"Do you like it!" My opa exclaimed. I wanted to run and hide. What didn't he understand about my non-relationship relationship with Drake being new. I wasn't going to force him to pick up his entire life and move in with me.
"I know you said that you were taking things slow with this new omega, but this is just in case. I know how particular omegas can be when nesting so I gave him many options with the pillows and blankets. You should see your room and storage closet," my opa said, with a huge smile on his face.
"I thought-"I looked at my Apa who was avoiding my glare by staring off into space. "-I thought we were going to do this together?" Of course we weren't. I had left them alone in my apartment for hours. Of course my impatient opa would take every opportunity to plan exactly how he wanted my apartment to look.
"Well I know how exhausted you can get after a long day on set, so I took the liberty of helping you out," my opa explained. It took everything in me not to implode. I couldn't have just a little control over my own life.
"Dad I..."
I was quickly cut off by my phone buzzing. I pulled the device from my pocket and looked at the caller I.D. Instantly the irritation I was feeling vanished and all I could think about was Drake.
"Hello?"
I waited patiently for him to say something. I don't know why I was so happy that he was contacting me. Did I miss him already? It hadn't even reached 48 hours yet.
"Umm..hey Max. I..."
He sounded nervous. Why was he nervous? Had something happened? Did he need something? Maybe more blankets. I had tons of those. I could hear my parents quietly giggling at me as I began to race throughout the apartment in search of all the blankets.
"I was wondering if you could come over?"
I froze in place. What did he mean by that? He was definitely in the worst and most painful stages of his heat. Without an Alpha there to relieve him, I'm sure he was absolutely miserable.
"Drake, but your still in heat?" I replied, completely ignorant to the fact that he wanted me there because I was the Alpha he wanted to relieve him. It didn't dawn on me until I heard him groaning and quivering on the other side of the phone.
"Please...it hurts so much." He was literally crying for me. I was out the door within seconds with my car keys in my hands. I didn't have time to wait for my driver. I wanted to get to Drake as quickly as possible.
After no less than ten minutes of speeding I was parked in front of his apartment building. As soon as I walked in I was stopped by the front desk clerk. Her eyes glared at me as she handed me a remote key for elevator and apartment access.
"He's in apartment 2C. He called a few minutes ago. Somehow I knew you'd be back," she huffed.
"Thank you," I said rushing over to the elevators while ignoring her obvious dislike for any and all Alphas. I waited a few seconds for it to open and I walked in, pressing the button for the second floor. About another 30 seconds passed before the door opened again. I rushed into the hall, instantly finding Drake's apartment. As soon as I walked in his scent hit me harder than a ton of bricks. That sweet strawberry smell had become irresistible. Every fiber in my body was tingling as I walked deeper into the dark apartment, Drake's smell leading me to where exactly he was.
When I found his nest, I couldn't help but smile at how cute it was. The entire ceiling of his room was covered with draping fabrics and blankets, essentially creating a cave like entrance. Mini micro colored lights lined the fabrics giving off a relaxing feeling and enough light to see. Pillows and cushions lined every corner and wall of the nest as I stepped further in. Drake was in the middle of all of it, curled up into a ball of blankets. His face was buried in something while his entire body shook with pain. I could hear him quivering from the pain as I pulled at whatever he had covering his face.
"No!" He belted out pulling it back against his face and inhaling the material. I took a harder look at it realizing that it was one of my sweaters. When did he get ahold of that? I didn't even know it was missing.
"Is that my sweater?" I asked him. Drake opened his teary eyes, his face already flushed ruby red.
"It smells like you," he mumbled, holding onto the sweater even tighter. I watched as his body began trembling again, causing him to moan out in pain. How could I be this stupid. I should've never left him alone to suffer like this. He needed me.
Without restrained I pulled the sweater away from him and threw it across his room. Drake cried for it only to be silenced when I forced him into a sitting hug with him on top of me. His wobbly legs naturally found there way around my waist and his nose quickly found its way to the crook of my neck. He inhaled me, instantly relaxing as I fought my own arousal. The want to place him onto has back and spread his legs so that I could have my way with him was almost impossible to ignore. His body was literally made for it. I'm sure he wouldn't mind either. It was the only sure way to deal with the immediate pain. Although, I didn't want to rush it. We had plenty of time.
