Omega Virus

Another Confrontation

Author Note: The song referenced is F150 by Dixon Dallas, probably the first openly gay country music singer.

   The past month has been a whirlwind for Y and the Professor. The vlog they posted together quickly went viral and the Professor has been swamped with questions from omegas and other researchers. Right now, he's sitting in his office at the university. His final lecture of the day is over and he pouts, realizing he misses Y. He hasn't seen much of his young boyfriend this past week and earlier, Y looked a bit under the weather. He hears chairs being moved around in the classroom and opens the door, leaning in the doorway to admire the view.

   Once again, Y has the top of his overalls tied around his waist. His biceps ripple as he stacks chairs and moves them aside. Professor X watches curiously, Y pulling out a long handle with a small mirror on the end. He slowly walks down the first aisle, using the device to look under the desks. He doesn't notice the Professor watching him, his head bopping to music in his earbuds. He turns down the next aisle, but scoffs, bending down to scrape a wad of gum from the underside of the desk. The Professor chuckles, but sighs, Y's ass wiggling as he struggles with the gum removal.

"Ah!" Y looks over his shoulder, Professor X leaning over him and rubbing his ass. He grins, shaking his head. "You startled me babe. How are you?" He asks, rising and pulling out his earbuds.

"Good. What are you listening to that had your ass swaying so seductively?" Professor X asks, Y blushing as he puts an earbud in his ear.

"Well when we get to sippin' whisky, and we get a little frisky. I climb up on him, ride him like an F150. Got me hooting' and hollering. I'm begging him for more..." Professor X raises his brows and grins.

"Interesting country song, I rather like it." Professor X says, pulling Y against him. "It's been more than a week since I've had the time to you make beg for more." He kisses Y's neck, groping his ass. "Do you feel neglected baby?"

"Hmm, maybe a little?" Y pouts, teasing and batting his eyes. The Professor groans and he laughs, kissing him sweetly. "No worries babe. I've been feeling a bit off lately anyway. Probably just about ready for another heat. I think it should hit any day now." He frowns, resting his head on the Professor's narrow shoulder.

"You have been feeling unwell? Why didn't you say anything?" Professor X asks, frowning and feeling Y's forehead. "Forget the research, I'm your boyfriend Y. I'm suppose to take care of you."

"Aww, I'm sorry babe. Don't be mad X." Y pouts, hitting him with those sad puppy eyes.

"Ugh. Come into the office when you're done. I just received a proposal." Professor X says, hiding a smirk at the way Y grits his teeth. "Not that kind of proposal. Ugh, you are so adorable when you're jealous." He kisses Y once more and heads back into the office.

   Professor X sits at his desk, re-reading an email and tapping his fingers in thought. He's really not sure about this. Y is still rather skittish around most people and this is a huge step for their research. He glances over at the trash can and groans. He meant to empty it before Y came. Half a dozen red roses lay inside and he rolls his eyes. He's so lost in various thoughts, he doesn't notice Y step into the room. He leans over the Professor's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. It's only now that the Professor notices a sweatband on his left wrist. He reaches for it, thinking it seems ill suited to Y, but the younger man flinches and pulls away.

"Y? What's wrong?" Professor X asks, spinning his chair and pinning Y between his thighs.

"I handled it, just so you know." Y squirms, sighing and plopping down onto the Professor's lap with an exaggerated frown. "I, didn't want you to worry. You've been so busy lately."