oneshots: legacy edition (jalex)

Not The One

Hazy dance music and bleary street lights fade to the back of Alex's mind as their lips meet.

It was an unfortunate twist of luck that Alex forgot to check the date before meeting up with Rian at some dive bar he'd insisted on going to.

Four drinks and one hour in and Alex found himself lost, drunk, and in heat, falling right into the arms of the first alpha he saw. Luckily, an insanely attractive one, who also just happened to be starting his rut.

"I think you just fell for me," the guy had laughed, barely managing to catch Alex before he stumbled to the ground.

Jack was his name. Er... is his name.

Most of the night so far has blurred together. Somehow Alex found himself in the stranger's bed, which just about brings them to now.

Discarded clothing falls to the floor with a soft thud as Jack's tongue explores the inside of Alex's mouth.

Every touch feels electric on Alex's skin, amplified exponentially by the hormones.

Maybe it's the alcohol, or just Jack's stupid perfect face, but Alex is quickly losing control. He's been through more heat cycles than he'd ever care to admit, and yet this one feels different somehow.

Alex has never felt so empty in his life. Even when spending a cycle alone, Alex is able to satisfy that awful craving with a few fingers or a toy if he's really desperate, but this time it almost hurts how much he needs Jack to fill him. It has to be Jack, too.

It's almost like Jack is reading his mind, insistently prodding at Alex's perfect, oversensitive hole. He's leaking so much slick Alex can't stop himself from feeling embarrassed. He has to break the kiss just to hide his face in the crook of Jack's neck.

Jack actually snickers at that, only to rest a finger under Alex's chin, guiding him back up until their eyes meet again.
Jack doesn't say anything as two of his fingers penetrate Alex, but the omega keens against the pressure, a choked moan falling from his lips.

Despite the intruding fingers, Alex still needs more. Every cell in his body longs to be stretched wide around Jack's knot. Alex doesn't even think as he bares his throat, submitting to his alpha.

It's like his brain's gone numb, all rational thought leaving pure instinct to take over.

Alex doesn't notice when Jack reaches for a condom. In this state, he'd let Jack breed him without a second thought.

"Do you mind if we change positions a little?" Jack asks softly, leaving Alex to melt into a puddle right there in his lap. Alex finds himself nodding, and Jack carefully guides Alex onto his side, with Jack's entire body pressed against his back.

He can feel the cold chain of a necklace against his skin, and Alex wants nothing more than to know exactly what it looks like, if there's a charm or just a simple chain. He doesn't have long to contemplate as Jack's hand carefully lifts Alex's leg, giving himself enough space to slide his aching cock into Alex's tight, wet heat.

"Fuck fuckfuck, fuck fuck," Alex curses, writhing against Jack, desperate and sensitive. Jack peppers kisses along Alex's shoulder, trying to distract from the stretch.

There's just something in the way Jack holds Alex's hips steady that makes Alex feel so fragile and precious.

Despite his rugged appearance, Jack is so gentle, slowly rolling his hips as Alex's body adjusts. It's all so surreal.

The whole world seems to fade away around them when their hips meet. For the first time tonight, Alex almost feels whole.

Then Jack shifts his angle, and Alex's brief moment of coherency falls to pieces, escaping him in the form of a low whine.