At First Blush

Chapter 23

Monday morning, Ollie was an absolute zombie. And it wasn't even for a good reason. He'd left Juls' apartment late, dropping the Visitor's badge off, went home, and casually opened his messages. Only to be reminded by his history group chat that the midterm was on Monday.

So instead of getting his brains fucked out of him by the most delicious Omega in the world, he had been buried under primary sources and history textbooks. He didn't even want to think about how he did. There were some dates that had looked familiar, and honestly, he wasn't quite sure if the French Revolution was indeed a contributing factor to the explosion of commerce during the Industrial Revolution, but that was what he'd argued in his essay, so he was sticking to it.

"Hey, you look like shit."

He looked up from where he'd been slumped on the table in the quad and was met with a life affirming kiss and coffee cup. He took the coffee Benji offered and sagged into the warmth of his sweet little mouth.

Benji pulled away and dropped down next to him, ruffling his curls. "You look like you are either recovering from a really bad weekend, or a really good one."

Ollie moaned as the sweetness of the coffee hit his tongue.

"I see how it is. You moan for the coffee and not for me," Benji teased, and Ollie blushed and shoulder checked him.

"Shut up. And for your information," he looked down at the cup cradled in his hands, his cheeks probably red enough to stop traffic, "it was a really good one."

Benji leaned in conspiratorially. "Tell me everything."

Ollie shook his head, shifting in his seat at his cock got hard thinking about Juls. Then he remembered and grimaced. "I saw my endocrinologist. He's Juls' roommate."

Benji stared at him, then barked surprised laughter. "No fucking way. That's great. Holy shit, did he see you and Juls or did he see you and Juls?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively over the second see, just in case Ollie missed his meaning.

Ollie flushed, thumping his head back on the table. "Yes," he groaned, and Benji cackled. He rolled his head, glaring at the other Omega. "Don't laugh! It was awful!" He pouted.

Benji reached out, stroking a finger on his lips and Ollie rolled them back. "Come on, it's pretty funny," he teased, and Ollie huffed.

"What's funny?" Jax asked, swinging his leg over the opposite bench, cutting Benji a look as he set his bag on the ground.

"Ollie got caught fucking his boytoy by the guy's roommate." Benji shot back, and Ollie sat up fast, his face flaming.

He slapped a hand over Benji's mouth, hissing, "Shut up!"

Jax made a weird noise, and Ollie glanced at him, and saw that his face was a little pale, but he was smiling. "The thing with the Doc going well then, huh?"

Ollie relaxed a little, dropping his hand, shooting Benji one last glare. "Yeah, um, it's going okay," he said to his coffee cup, trying to hide his smile.

"I'm glad. Mistaken identities and anonymous rendezvous have the potential to go really poorly."

Ollie looked up at the bitterness in Jax's tone, and saw that Benji was staring at him with a deep frown. Jax held his gaze, his expression cold...and for a moment, there was a flash of something. Something that looked a little like pain.

The weird energy continued to fill the silence until it was uncomfortable, and Ollie was relieved to see Ty and Avril heading over, with a shorter red head trailing after them looking shy.

Ty bounced over, hopping up onto the table. "Gentlemen! I hope you had as good a weekend as yours truly did!" With his flushed cheeks and broad grin, there was no doubting his meaning.