Terzo is sitting at his desk a few moments after Omega and Alpha made their exit, getting his things together so he can leave. He's wildly off schedule, and already re-planning his evening hours to reclaim lost time and get back on track. Something uncomfortable is continually pinging his awareness, some whisper of sensation that Terzo has been steadfastly ignoring. Irritated by the distraction, Terzo allows himself to resume awareness of his body and its many inconveniences, determined to find the source of the irritating feeling and deal with it. Perhaps it is hunger. It must be. He is late to dinner, after all.
It's not hunger.
He's hard, aching where the line of his cock stretches the fabric of his pants. How long has he been erect? Did Omega notice? Did Alpha? At the thought of them, Terzo becomes aware that their scents are still filling his office, the warmth and sweetness of Alpha like some kind of freshly baked cinnamon treat with a hidden, unexpected kick. It's different to the woodsy, almost peachy scent Omega left behind, summery and bright. The two of them together smell like the best dessert he'll ever taste, and as he breathes in, Terzo feels his cock twitch.
"Stop it," he tells himself sternly. "You're being ridiculous. Now isn't the time." Terzo closes his eyes, trying to center himself and regain control of his body, but it only makes him focus more on the tantalizing scents filling the room. He has to get out of there.
Terzo packs up the rest of his things in a hurry, his jacket bundled in front of him to hide the obscene jut of his erection. He's humiliated by the lack of control over himself. He can't remember the last time he felt this way. Terzo rushes out to his car, barely acknowledging the security personnel as they offer him friendly goodbyes. He has to get home, has to take care of...of this issue. Then he'll be able to focus, and get himself back on schedule. Next time, this won't happen. Terzo will make sure his self-control is ironclad. No one has ever effected him this way.
Alpha and Omega. What's so unique about those two? Terzo is uncomfortable to realize that for the first time in a long time, he doesn't have an answer.
It's Omega's day off, and he's done nothing all day besides a bit of laundry. Alpha is working, and it's not like Omega has a huge, healthy social life. Who would he call to hang out? Ifrit? Pfft. Rumor had it that after he got booted out of school in his senior year for 'excessive aggression', Ifrit had gone on to have a very familiar relationship with the local police. So suffice it to say, no one was in any hurry to reconnect with Ifrit, least of all his favorite target, Omega.
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Omega has kept in touch with Earth and Cowbell, though they don't hang out very often. He mostly just enjoys being kept in the text loop so he knows what's going on with all his old classmates. None of them had been surprised to find out he and Alpha are together. Apparently it had been obvious to everyone but him. Never let it be said that Omega can take a fucking hint.
He's scrolling through the text chain to follow the latest drama--apparently Swiss and Cirrus are having relationship issues--when his phone rings, startling him enough that he almost drops the damn thing. Omega stares at the display for a moment, and feels his heartbeat kick up as he reads 'Terzo :)' on the screen, exactly the way Terzo had programmed it in. "Oh god," he whispers, debating on answering vs not. With his luck, Terzo would just call back. He seems like the kind of guy who doesn't allow himself to be ignored.
"Hello?" Omega says weakly, holding the phone to his ear.
