Dear Diary (Maxley)

12

"And now some words from our valedictorian."

Brad steps onto stage in the Gamma graduation gown, cap resting on the crown of his head. He's used to speaking in front of crowds from charity events with his father's company, but this is different because instead of schmoozing in the back his father and family are in the front watching his every move. Six siblings, all Alphas, his mother taking the last chair on the row while his father sits on the opposite side. Staring, their eyes narrow as he walks to the stand, judging him before he even speaks.

He wishes they wouldn't have come.

But it can't be helped now, can it?

His words flow from his lips in confident streams, rehearsed to the point of perfection. Focused, he does his best to keep his eyes moving amongst the crowd but they pause on a black-haired Alpha in a pretty burgundy suit that matches Brad's gown. His breath hitches and he stutters out his next sentence, face flushing when the Alpha gives him an encouraging smile. Steadying himself with a quick breath Brad continues his speech before ending with a strong conclusion, lips pursed as the crowd applauds because his family hasn't so much as nodded.

"Did I...do good?" He feels silly asking Max that when he leaves the stage after getting his diploma and handshake from the dean. They stand outside in a secluded corner of the garden, Brad's body against his. "I mean, was my speech good?"

"Sweetheart, it was amazing!" Max won't stop kissing him- pecking his hands, his wrists, his cheek, his forehead and even his lips when Brad doesn't pull away. "I'm really proud of you, Bradley."

Max seems to be the only one.

"Stop it." Brad warns, glaring up at Max as he massages his rear. "We're still in public."

"I don't see anyone around." Max kisses his neck cautiously, smiling when he leans his head back. "You've worked so hard...relax a little."

"How am I supposed to relax, Max? My parents are in there, pissed about something-"

"Doesn't matter, today isn't about them." Max slides to his knees, holding Brad's hips gently. "Today's about you, everything you've accomplished, and how handsome you look in that cap."

"You think I look handsome?" Brad asks quietly, glancing around them before bashfully lifting the hem of his gown. Idiot, idiot, idiot- this is a terrible idea! He whines as Max slips under his gown, "Quickly."

"Really Mr. Uppercrust? You want me to touch you?" Max's breath is warm against his inner thigh, mouth watering from his sweet scent. It's been strong lately, maybe Brad's heat is close?

"Are you going to make me beg on my graduation day?" He bites his bottom lip as he feels Max's tongue flick against his bulge. "Dammit~"

"Don't worry, I'll reward you for all of your hard work."

And he does, his mouth moving down Brad's shaft too quickly for him to muffle himself. Embarrassing, the shrill noises that leave his mouth make him want to hide but Max is holding his hands by his sides. Let go! That's what he would say if he didn't like the firmness of Max's grip around his wrists, that's what he'd say if it didn't make him feel so...he's losing his train of thought, Max's tongue twirling around his tip.

"Nnf~" Brad whines quietly, so shaky he's struggling to stay standing. He can't squirm, forced to handle the sensation of Max's lips gently sucking down his shaft to his sack. "Max, faster..."

Max does as he asks, bobbing his head and letting go of Brad's hands so he can hold the outline of his head bulging from his graduation gown. Scandal, that's what this will cause if anyone sees them but Brad can't find a fuck to give. Let them see, he'll be loud just for them. No, what the hell is he thinking?! His parents are a building away and- Oh God Max's tongue feels so good. It's back to sliding up his shaft, Brad can feel it, not being able to see it makes the whole thing even more arousing but he isn't sure why. He's become a deviant, how shameful.

But he doesn't feel ashamed right now.

He feels good, really good.

"Mmh~" Max hums, nose buried in Brad's crotch as he swallows his load. Gently, he massages his thighs as he slides out from under his gown. He stands slowly, wiping a stray spurt off of his bottom lip with his thumb and lapping it up with his tongue. "This is a way better snack than the reception cookies."

"You're ridiculous." How pathetic, even his voice is quivering, all thanks to that stupid scent that Brad can't get enough of these days. He buries his face in Max's neck, hands balling on his sides. If only he were shorter...then Max wouldn't have to stand on his toes so Brad could nuzzle him.

He's not a good omega.

"Whoa, hey, what's wrong?" Max rubs small circles on his back. A moment ago he was flushed and whiney, now he was weeping. "Talk to me."

"I'm too tall." Get it together, Brad! Seriously, it's like lately the smallest things set him off. "Don't you want a smaller omega?"

"Brad, Sweetheart-"

"Be honest with me!" He looks away, voice softening, "Wouldn't it be better to have an omega you can tote around?"

"I can carry you just fine." Words aren't enough so Max casually lifts him up, smirking as Brad squirms. "See? You fit perfectly in my arms!"

"Ugh, gross!" Brad wipes his face, glaring when Max dares to set him down. "I didn't say stop!"

"I know but-"

"Do you just fucking hate me? Just tell me to die at this point!" Brad spins around on his heels and starts to storm off, "Well fuck you too!"

"Oh you have, plenty of times." Max pulls him back gently, kissing his hand before pecking his cheek. "And you're acting like you need to again, so you better hope this ceremony ends before I have to rip this gown off."

Point taken.

Max walks Brad back inside, kissing him before letting him walk off to roam around. He tries to give Brad moments to himself, never wanting to cling to him in public since he knows Brad gets angsty about it. There's an odd anxiety swelling in his stomach, dread, but he doesn't know why. He watches Brad approach a group of six with curious, wary eyes.

"Mother, Father-"

"Addressing your mother first? You've forgotten your manners, I knew sending you to school was a terrible idea." Wow, less than five seconds into the conversation and his father has already said something degrading, "What does an omega need an education for?"

"The same things an Alpha does." Brad mutters, arms crossing over his chest. He should've stayed outside with Max, spent a little longer in his embrace, now he was stuck back inside with his family. "Why are you here? I know you're busy."

"Well we wanted to come support you!" His mother speaks before his father can, taking his hands. "We are so very proud of you, honest, and your fiancé is as well!"

"Fiancé?" Brad takes a step back, hands clenching by his side. "I can't get married."

"And why not?" His father takes a step forward, glaring at his son with icy eyes. Brad is tall, about six-feet, but his father is taller- six-seven. He looms over Brad, pheromones radiating and making everyone around them(including him) tremble.

"Because I'm his mate."

Max is beside him, casually holding him close with an arm around his waist. His hand rests on Brad's stomach, an oddly comforting gesture that makes him lean against Max and hide in his embrace. So good, he smells like cologne, the one Brad had brought for him a few weeks ago when...don't ask. Brad is not going to think about that right now, he'll get all hot and bothered and now isn't the time for that! This is serious, his parents are about to disown him.

"And you are?" His father's gaze focuses on Max, almost as if Brad isn't right there.

"Max Goof-" Max holds his hand out, maintaining eye contact. "-Pleasure to meet you."

"...I suppose he's tolerable." Brad's father claps his hands on Max's shoulders, his smile sinister and spreading on his face. "Join us for dinner."

It wasn't an invitation.

It was an order.