Corinthians

Love does not Boast

The cool October days passed into cold November days with this bizarre routine. Ed's body pining for Zane's touch throughout the day until PE when he skittered off to the Health Office to change, like a scared rabbit. Then, the relief as Zane ran beside him, his proximity being enough to temporarily calm the lingering hormones from the incident. They talked about all kinds of things. Ed began to genuinely like the alpha he got to know on their daily runs.

Soren picked Ed up for school every day and dropped him off at home after. He was outside the classroom door to catch Ed when he went to lunch and glared daggers at Zane when it looked like he might join them.

"Are you my friend or my bodyguard?" Ed finally demanded.

"When it comes to him, bodyguard." Soren admitted.

They were sitting on a bench under one of the big oak trees that ringed the quad where they had a good view of half the omega girls sitting around their usual picnic table gossiping over their diet cokes. "It's like they put themselves on a stage," Soren groaned.

"Yeah, they do," Ed acknowledged. "They get watched aggressively no matter where they go so they figure if they just take the stage all together they'll be safer and can ignore the creepers and focus on their own happiness."

"At least it's cold enough they're all wearing jackets. In spring it's more painful." He moaned. "By the way, you've never joined them," Soren noted.

"Nah, not a fan of girly girls," Ed acknowledged. "Jarreth is with them though. The other male omega. He likes to cross dress so it's hard to tell there's a man among them."

"Damn, I didn't notice at all. Which one?"

"I'm not gonna out him! Figure it out for yourself."

Zane walked by the table and the girls twittered and preened like a flock of parakeets. Ed felt his gut twist and his rod stiffen. "How long does the pheromone connection last after an incident like that?" He groaned. They both knew he was still talking about his past heat.

"You're still feeling it? Fuck, not this long. And that bastard is still stalking you like he's feeling it too. He's rarely more than 30 feet away. Have you talked to the nurse?" Soren asked. It bothered him immensely to watch Ed continue to react to Zane, and Zane continue to watch Ed with his nostrils flaring and mounting desperation in his eyes.

Ed's desperation seemed to be increasing as well. This had never happened before. His heat came and went. He didn't long to be held by an alpha all the time. And certainly not one particular alpha. He didn't normally have to beat one off thinking about this alpha every day after school just to calm down enough to do his homework. And again to fall asleep.  And again when he woke up because he was hard as a rock from dreaming about him. He seriously thought about asking Soren for help to get some relief. Supposedly alpha sperm was calming to an omegas libido. But he couldn't ask that of his friend, and it probably wouldn't be enough anyway.

Tough as this routine was on him, it was about to get worse. They switched to a new unit in PE, swimming. Ed couldn't change in the Health Office and walk all the way across campus, partway outdoors in November, in his swimsuit. He changed in a toilet stall of the locker room, but he knew Zane's eyes were on him when he went in and on him when he came out, and his mind probably imagined Ed in the process of stripping, and Ed's body tingled with this awareness.

Zane, with typical alpha self confidence, didn't hide when he changed and Ed saw every inch of that taut muscled body. He couldn't tear his eyes away and even though Zane stared resolutely at the wall while he changed, he had to be aware of Ed's eyes on him because his impressive cock grew hard and had to be arranged in his trunks when he pulled them up.  They weren't anywhere near the pool yet and liquid was dripping down the back of Ed's legs. They were across the locker room from each other but neither moved as the rest of the guys finished changing and filed out to the pool.

"If you don't want to do something about this, then you'd better head out too." Zane finally broke the silence.

Ed was on the verge of doing something really really  stupid when the coach stuck his head in the locker room and shouted at them to get their asses out on deck. He jumped at the sudden interruption and quickly complied. Zane followed at a more sedate pace. They couldn't talk like they did before with all their classmates so close, but Zane still stayed as near to Ed as he could manage and it was both a relief, as before, and a source of new tension as their mutual desire mounted.

After swimming Ed stayed in the toilet stall until the locker room cleared out. When he finally emerged he saw a black t-shirt had been left on the bench. It looked like it might be Zane's so he picked it up and sure enough, the smell of his alpha sent a wave of desire washing through him. Could he keep this? Was it good or bad for him to have this ability to smell his alpha whenever he wanted? What the fuck was he thinking of Zane as his alpha for? He was holding the shirt up to his face breathing deeply, like a man possessed, when Zane walked back into the locker room to retrieve it. His eyes must have resembled a deer in headlights as he realized he'd been caught. They were alone. Even the coach was long gone.

Zane circled around slowly so he wasn't blocking Ed's exit if he wanted to bolt. He held his hands up like surrender again and kept his distance. "Do you want to keep it?" He asked.

The pained look in Ed's eyes drew an answering pain from Zane's. Ed whimpered and said, "I know it's all just hormones but it's driving me crazy."

"Are you sure?" Zane asked.

"What?"

"Are you sure it's all hormones? It's been longer than it should have been, and I...I think I like you. I mean, really like you." He very slowly began to drop his hands and approach. "Can I, kiss you Ed?"

Ed didn't move a muscle except to lower the shirt enough for Zane to accomplish the slowest peck on the lips in history. His hand went up to stroke Ed's cheek and slip his long beautiful fingers through Ed's  hair before tilting his head back and dropping that breathtaking kiss on Ed's soft pink lips.

"Keep the shirt," he whispered, his face still only inches away from Ed's. "Keep it and wear it to sleep in like my boyfriend should."

They stood frozen like that for several long breaths, both reluctant to break the spell that seemed to be over them until Ed whispered back, "only if you keep it a secret."