Habitual Liar

C9- Smells like Teen Angst

"Where did Cheryl go? She took my money, right?" Lucius asks as I force him and Matt to sit down on the couch.

"No, She took mine."
I hum, wetting a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide and using it to clean Lucius' cuts.
I point to a gash on Lucius' shoulder.
"That needs stitches."

"I'm not allowed to. Lucius wont let me. see, healing another alpha's wounds after an a dominance display is a sign of victory. But you insist that this is a tie."
Matt rolled his eyes.

"I'd rather bleed out."
Lucius growls.

"Fine. I'll do it."
I snort and pull a suture kit out of my first aid bag.

Matt's eyes widen.
"Richie, don't hurt yourself! Where did you even get that?!"

"I was an ocean lifeguard. We had extensive training in first aid. I'm certified for this sorta thing."
I roll my eyes and clean the wound before stitching it up neatly and swiftly. It only took a few minutes.

Matt wags his tail upon examining my work.
"Oh medic, I can't breath! I need mouth to mouth!"

I grab the bandages out of my first aid bag, and put them on Lucius' face with triple ointment.
"All better Lucius!"

Matt is chuckling because all of the bandaids on Lucius are Paw Patrol themed.

I move onto Matt, and Lucius goes back up to his room to play sudoku.

Now that Matt is lowkey flirting with me, the situation is... strange.
Especially because I smell something sweet coming from Matt.

I sniff the air, and I follow the smell to Matt's chest. I don't even realize what I'm doing until I'm straddling Matt and pressing my nose against his collarbone, as he pants and seems to have his eyes screwed shut. I shriek and scramble to get off of him.

"I'M SO SORRY MATT I have no idea what just happened to me, I cant remember even moving-"
My face is hot.

Matt is smirking evilly again.
"What, do I smell good or som'n?"
He puts his hands behind his head. He's hard, and clearly isn't doing anything to cover it

I avert my gaze from his crotch, then look up at his chest, which is only visible because I unbuttoned his shirt.
"I-I uh-..."
I had no idea what to do, so I pried my eyes away from him and grabbed another cotton ball with the peroxide.
"L-Let's clean you up."
I move close to him, and start cleaning his cuts.

His scent is suffocating me. I'm way too close to him, and I feel my eyes droop involuntarily as I clean the blood from his skin. I feel like I just hit a bong packed with Northern Lights, except much hornier.

The urge to touch him is coming back, so I hastily slap on his bandages and smile sheepishly.
"All done!"
I back away from him, panting.

"You okay Rich? You look a bit flushed."
Matt states the obvious and I'm sitting on the edge of the couch having an intense war of instinct vs. logic.

Think, Richie. Has logic gotten you anywhere so far? Logic told you to stop eating and you got sick. Logic told you to lie. Your logic is faulty.

Instinct made you healthy again. Instinct told you to break up that fight so you could protect him. Let instinct do its thing.

But Matt said that logic will help you succeed.
Matt said that logic is what made him into an alpha.

But I'm an omega! So I shouldn't care about logic. Instinct is the only reason that I listened to him anyways!

My instinct is winning, and I feel myself crawl onto Matt's lap. Luckily and to my surprise, my instinct isn't telling me to mate. Yet.

It's saying Mine, Mine, Mine. Like a baby.
This is MY alpha.
He belongs to ME.
This is MY property.
Everyone has to know that this alpha is my alpha.
Nobody can have this alpha but me.
Nobody.

I come to realize that I'm rolling myself against Matt.

He doesn't seem to be objecting. I'm not even doing anything that sexual, except rubbing my chest against him.

Okay, that's still pretty gay.

When I snap out of it again, I know I have to run away or else I'll wind up tarnishing my "Good Boy" name, so I scurry up to my room after being sure to drench my alpha in my scent.