The Stray Omega

First "Date"

Mitch instinctively grabbed Scott's hand as they passed by a group of Alpha's walking down the opposite side of the sidewalk. The group eyed Mitch down before continuing their walk.

"You alright?" Scott asked, spreading his fingers out and linking them with Mitch's.

"Y-Yes, sir. Just got a bit scared." Mitch replied.

Scott nodded and turned a corner, bringing Mitch to a simple McDonalds. He sat him down at a booth in the corner of the restaurant and ordered their food quite quickly before sitting on the opposite side where Mitch was.

"Thank you again, Alpha. Is there anyway I can repay you in the morning?" Mitch asked, twiddling with his thumbs.

"Just stay as you are, cute and innocent." Scott leaned forward and pinched Mitch's cheek lightly.

"I'm serious, Alpha. I don't mean to be rude but when I wake up tomorrow... I might be back on the streets." Mitch said, lightly pushing Scott's hand away from his face.

"Who said you were going back to the streets?" Scott stood up when his name was called for his order and walked from the table.

Mitch thought for a moment and looked down at the table in front of him. "He's just a nice Alpha. But no Alpha is nice enough to take a Stray from the streets for no reason. There has to be a catch."

"Hey, stop thinking." Scott poked Mitch's forehead and set his food down in front of him along with a drink. Mitch rubbed his forehead and pouted.

As the two were eating, Scott took notice that Mitch ate at a slow pace and portioned his food so two-thirds of his fries were done, a few bites of his burger were left and his drink was completely gone; regardless that he was practically starving just minutes ago. "Would you like seconds?"

"No thank you. I'm plenty full." Mitch said, wiping his hands on his napkin and setting them in his lap afterwards.

"It wasn't a big meal. Are you sure, Omega?" Scott asked and started gathering their trash.

"Yes, sir." Mitch held out his hands to take the tray of trash but Scott had already gotten up and was nearing the trashcan. He stood up and made sure the table was clean before standing beside Scott. The two headed out of the restaurant and walked in the opposite direction of the house, though, Mitch didn't know his directions very well so he didn't pay attention to where he and Scott were walking.

"What kind of doughnuts do you like?"

Mitch clicked out of his thoughts and realized he and Scott were standing inside of a Shipley's Donuts. "Just glazed." Mitch said off-handingly, still in his thinking headset.

The cashier noticed the glance Scott gave to Mitch. "Is he always that disrespectful?" He asked, staring at Mitch's body.

Scott looked up from where he was taking some cash from his wallet. "I'm sorry?"

"Your Omega. He didn't call you by any sur-name. That's disrespectful."

Mitch twiddled with his thumbs as he felt the heavy glares on him.

"He isn't being disrespectful. All he did was answer my question. I've told him he doesn't have to call me by any name because I don't like being labeled. Surnames don't have to be used after every single sentence. " Scott hissed.

"That's horrible teaching. He must come from a bad place. He smells like rubbish." The cashier said.

"He smells just fine, thank you and he's very well taught and-"

"Alpha... Can we go home?..." Mitch said, hiding behind Scott's back and gripping the back of his shirt like a child.

"Look at that, cutting off an Alpha. How disrespectful."