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“Your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”
(Jane Austen)
“Listen up!”
Mickey raised his voice to his students, who had started to pack up upon hearing the bell to indicate the end of class. “Your latest assignment, which is due by the end of next week, is to outline three themes found in Pride & Prejudice and describe how they apply today, if they still do”.
He chuckled as the entire room erupted into a loud groan before they started exiting one by one. “Yeah yeah, I’m an asshole for giving you homework on a Friday, tell someone who cares”.
He grinned as he packed up his own belongings given it was his last class of the day but he too had homework and he felt himself groan now, as his eyes fell on the large stack of papers he was yet to grade. He shook his head and wondered if it was karma before coming to the conclusion that if he had to work over the weekend then those little shits could too.
To be fair Mickey actually loved his job and for the most part the teens he taught were pretty well behaved and he sometimes even had fun. He was convinced that on his first day the students had taken one look at his “fuck-u-up” knuckle tattoos and instantly believed in his no nonsense attitude, to the extent that they decided then and there not to fuck with him, too much anyway. They were teens after all and could still push his buttons but for the most part he rarely experienced any significant problems.
In fact some of the other teachers had mentioned to him that he was apparently known as the “cool teacher” which earned him extra respect from the students. Maybe it was the fact that he was only 25 and the youngest teacher at the high school or the fact that he let out the occasional curse word during lessons and was generally just his authentic self that the kids appreciated. Whatever it was they seemed to relate and listen and behave, for the most part at least, which made his job a hell of a lot easier.
He knew that some of the other teachers had their hands full and there were rumours that the old science teacher, Mrs Reilly, had suffered some sort of mini “breakdown”. Teenagers could be complete shitheads and he knew this because he was a little shithead too when he was their age, which is probably why he tried to go easy on them, tried to understand them and relate to them, as opposed to pulling rank and using his position of authority. Teenagers didn’t respond well to shouting and anger and dictating so he tired a different approach, a more open and straight to the point sort of approach which was working out so far.
He lived alone in a small 1 bed in Queens which was somewhat unusual and uncommon for an unmated Omega but it didn’t bother him or make him feel anxious or threatened. He enjoyed the peace and solitude he found there, he could do what he liked, when he liked, without having to consider anyone else. He valued his freedom and independence too much to even consider giving it up despite the fact that he was constantly being told he was getting “old” and “needed” to find an Alpha to settle down with and have babies with. Fuck that. It sounded like his idea of hell quite frankly. In his opinion Alpha’s were only good for one thing and even then he barely tolerated them.
He worked and came home, where he usually worked some more before cooking a nice homemade meal which he would eat while reading or listening to music. After a long day of being social, hearing his own voice and trying to entertain his students into giving him their undivided attention it was the perfect way to unwind. No debating, no answering inane questions, no having to explain something over and over until it sinks in. Just his own safe and comforting space, that was all his.
Like all Omegas he had needs and he had ways of getting those needs met. At least he had until recently. Justin was his neighbour, a typical but slightly douchey Alpha who was a surgeon and a bit of a control freak as it turns out. For most of the past year he was convenient when Mickey had an itch to scratch. He made it clear from the start that he wasn’t looking for a mate but just a quick fuck. He lived a couple doors down so it was easy to hit him up once a month to get off, no paroling seedy bars or clubs in the hopes of finding a decent cock to ride. He could simply to the deed, then leave and be home in less than 30 seconds. For the first few months it was fine. Justin worked long hours and felt similarly to Mickey. He hadn’t the time or the desire to seek out a willing Omega downtown just for the night, so they had struck up the deal one afternoon, having passed each other by almost every day for weeks since Justin had moved in.
Mickey knew that the Alpha was attracted to him; they would say a polite hello or goodbye but Justin would sniff the air around him and get that look in his eye. One day he decided to strike up a conversation and it was made clear that both of them lived alone and were single, so he bit the bullet and made his offer. They would fuck whenever Mickey was experiencing his pseudo heat or whenever they were simply feeling too horny to make do with a toy or a hand. But he laid down his ground rules: no knots, no ruts and no bites. He was on birth control and was determined not to get caught out, forever binding himself to an Alpha, so a mating bite or accidental pregnancy was absolutely out of the question. He also didn’t trust any Alpha to control their actions, in particular their knots, during their ruts so he wasn’t prepared to take that risk. Some Omega’s loved fucking Alpha’s during a rut and it was pretty easy for Justin to find one, hell they had apps for that sort of thing now, so Mickey didn’t feel remotely bad about their slightly one sided agreement.
Despite his strong will he was still an Omega and he craved those damn knots and he sometimes returned home feeling only partially satisfied. But pregnancy fears aside he hated the idea of giving himself to an Alpha like that, letting them have this power over him, massaging their egos while he moaned like a literal bitch in heat as they bound their bodies together. It was a constant battle for him between his mind and his body, his mind that wanted to be fully free while his body sometimes felt like a traitor, like something he couldn’t control, something that belonged to someone else.
He still felt that pull towards them, their scents and their power and their sexual aggressiveness, he craved it still and wondered sometimes would it be easier to just submit and accept what society seems to believe is his fate. But he was stubborn and proud and determined, committed only to himself and he wasn’t apologetic about it. He deserved his life as it was, he had fought hard to achieve this life and he wasn’t about to let some knothead trample all over it with their stupid Alpha bullshit.
“Hey Mickey,” Justin’s voice shook him from his thoughts as he entered the elevator and stood next to him.
He had been trying to avoid the Alpha but it was a difficult task considering they were neighbours. “Hey man. How’s work?” he replied politely as he played with the strap on his bag.
“Same, fucking crazy you know,” Justin smiled and turned his head, his intense dark brown eyes fixed right on him, “literally had my hands in this guy’s chest today, held his actual beating heart in my fucking hand man”.
Mickey couldn’t help but look up, that annoying and predictable pull, not just the pheromones or basic biology but the guy was hot, objectively so with his broad shoulders and sandy brown hair that was long enough to grab onto. His voice was sexy too and it was hard for Mickey to say no to the guy, especially when he smiled at him like that which is exactly why he had resorted to ignoring his texts and attempting to avoid him in the building.
“Sounds pretty crazy alright,” he muttered while he prayed for the elevator to ding and let him escape.
“Mickey,” Justin spoke softer now and moved closer, so their shoulders were nudged together, “what happened, we had fun together, I miss you”
He snorted and caught Justin’s eye. “You know what happened and besides, you just miss my ass man”.
Justin grinned and stood in front of him now almost blocking him in. “This about the biting, was just a nibble, I got carried away that’s all and you’re wrong I miss all of you, not just your awesome ass”.
The Alpha’s hands roamed and fell on his ass cheeks, squeezing a little and despite himself his eyes fluttered a little and a soft moan escaped his lips. It had been too long and his body was desperate for a release.
“C’mon man, we had rules and you broke them,” he replied while squirming beneath the man’s touch but at the same time a part of him wanted more because despite his flaws he had a nice cock and knew how to use it. “You know I’m not looking for that shit alright, didn’t think you were either”
“I wasn’t until I met you,” Justin purred as his lips found Mickey’s neck. “What’s so wrong about it, we’re good together and I haven’t even knotted you, fuck, I can only imagine what that would feel like”.
Justin rutted against him drawing a louder moan out of him as the Alphas lips found his and Mickey fell into it, his hands gripping the Alpha’s hair as their tongues danced circles around each other’s. Justin’s hands grasped his cheeks harder and Mickey hooked his leg around his thigh as they moved against each other. He was wet with slick, soaked almost, at the feel of the Alpha’s hardness rubbing against him. The ding of the elevator roused him from whatever sex fuelled haze he was in and he pushed the man backwards.
“Fuck”. He caught his breath and started to push passed the man.
“Mickey, c’mon”
Justin followed him down the hallway and caught his arm, holding it a little too tightly, “please, we can go back to our old arrangement, I won’t push for anything more”.
Mickey shrugged his arm off. “You know that’s not gonna work, you want me to be your little bitch and it ain’t happening. I’m never gonna be some knothead’s bitch, alright”.
“Jesus Mickey, didn’t it mean anything to you at all? I’m not just some asshole knothead alright, I like you, I think we’re a good match. It’s not just about the sex for me”.
Mickey snorted and thumbed his nose. “Well it was for me and that’s exactly the problem, look you’re a nice guy J and you’re hot and you’re successful, you can click your fingers and have any Omega you want”.
He turned to walk towards his door, his key already in his hand.
“What if I don’t want another Omega?”
He paused but didn’t turn around, just walked on inside and closed the door, leaning his back against it before he slid to the floor and sighed as he buried his head in his hands.
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Ian was so lost in the sounds and the feel of the Omega beneath him that he didn’t hear the door open. He couldn’t even remember the guy’s name, just another intern who worked at the studio. It was like he couldn’t help himself when he saw a pretty face or a hot ass; he just wanted it, needed it and rarely was it the case that he didn’t get to have it. All he normally had to do was flash his bright smile or his big green eyes at them and they were bending over for him. It should be old and boring by now but it wasn’t, he got off on it and not just in the literal sense. He was always chasing a high and having a needy Omega squirming and whining for your knot was the ultimate high.
The thing was, however, he didn’t give them what they desired most, no matter how much they begged; he wasn’t ready for that commitment and he wasn’t sure he ever would. Because he was addicted to the chase and that initial high which always seemed to wear off after a while, so instead he went from Omega to Omega, chasing a high that was even better than the last. Like this guy, with his petite body, pliable and soft in Ian’s hands as he pounded into him from behind, as he was draped over the back of the couch. He growled as he slammed into him, causing the Omega to moan loudly as they whimpered “Please, Alpha”.
He was close already but hearing those words pushed him over the edge and he gripped their hips as he pulsed inside with a series of loud grunts before he was disturbed by a cough and a sigh of annoyance.
“Again Ian, really, surprised there’s any Omegas left who you haven’t fucked yet”.
He turned his head and grinned upon seeing his assistant Paul. “Give me time pal”.
He pulled out and patted the guy on his cheek gently before pulling his pants back up because he wasn’t a complete asshole and didn’t think the guy would appreciate the sudden audience. The Omega was a little unsteady on his feet but smiled at him adoringly (much like they all did) and attempted to kiss him before Ian turned his head, offering his cheek instead. The guy looked disappointed and left sheepishly as he walked past Paul.
“What?” he asked as Paul shook his head and rolled his eyes in that judgemental way he did.
Paul was a Beta so Ian figured he just didn’t get it, he was an Alpha, that’s what Alpha’s did and he wasn’t about to apologise for it. He never forced himself on anyone; they were all willing and eager. The only thing he sometimes felt a bit guilty for was leading them on because they always seemed to want more so now he was as practical and detached as he could be, making it crystal clear up front that he wasn’t looking for a mate or anything more than a one night stand.
“You’re unbelievable,” Paul replied. “Are we gonna need to silence yet another employee? It’s not that you can’t be a complete whore Ian but just don’t do it here alright, do it anywhere else and on your own time”.
“Well technically we’re finished filming for the day so it is my own time,” he replied with a smirk as he finished getting re-dressed.
“Swear I don’t get paid enough for this shit,” Paul muttered as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. “You all set for this convention tomorrow? Car’s picking you up at 7am sharp, takes about an hour to get there and then we start meeting the fans at 9.30”.
“Yes yes I fucking know, you sent me the entire itinerary on my phone, remember?”
“That was before you fucked all the common sense right out of your head again, this shit is gonna backfire one of these days Ian”.
He snorted and shook his head at Paul’s dramatics. “You need to chill man, it’s just fucking, it feels good, you should take a day off and try it sometime”. He patted Paul on the shoulder and grinned as the other man gritted his teeth.
“I take a day off and god only knows what would happen, everything would turn to shit,” Paul shouted after him, “7am Ian”.
He continued to chuckle as he started up his car in the underground car park and made his way back home to Manhattan. He was lucky that his contract included a clause regarding accommodation and he only had to cover half the rent, otherwise he could only imagine where he would be living. He smiled and hummed along to the radio as he drove in the sunshine, feeling utterly content in his life. Considering where he started out it was hard to believe this is where he was now, a celebrity and famous TV personality with millions of followers online. He was only 27 years old and had money in the bank, more money than he ever imagined he could have and he was in hot demand. And he didn’t just mean by every single Omega who wanted to tie him down and be claimed by him, but by the media and the fans.
In between filming the show he would be kept busy with interviews for radio or TV or podcasts and would also need to find time to film his own clips for his You Tube channel. Such was the life of a popular reality TV star. It didn’t even feel like work half the time however, as he was taking part in activities that he already enjoyed and was getting paid for it. Sometimes he had to film on location which wasn’t exactly a hardship either, considering he travelled and stayed in luxury, always. He would film his presenting scenes onsite and then return to his hotel room. He really didn’t have much to complain about, well except for the early morning wake up calls.
“Fuck, do you have to be so loud and annoying?” he complained as Paul chatted away, explaining the layout of the arena and the schedule for the day, for the hundredth time.
“Yes, I do because you never listen the first time round and then forget what you’re doing and fuck up the entire flow of the day”.
He grumbled “fine” as he sipped his preferred coffee of choice which Paul had thankfully remembered and let the man go on and on, seen as he was right. Ian wasn’t exactly the most focused of people at times, least when it came to things he wasn’t bothered about.
They reached the venue, a large exhibition centre which today would be filled with excited fans who were content to queue for hours on end to meet their favourite celebrities. This convention was primarily focussed on TV so Ian was in good company; with many high calibre actors he recognised taking part. He was technically classed as a reality TV star or online personality, considering he first rose to fame via You Tube and social media sites. But sometimes he was referred to as an “adventurer” or “adrenaline junkie” and he supposed they were all accurate in some ways.
Ian loved the outdoors and had ever since his class went on a camping trip when he was a kid. He couldn’t stand being cooped up indoors so he was never destined to sit behind a desk in an office. He wanted to explore and see the world and experience new things, hopefully things that gave him a rush. It explained why he joined up on his 18th birthday, despite his family’s pleas and concerns. In his eyes there was nothing better you could do with your life than serve your country, protect it, defend it, all while seeing parts of the world he wouldn’t get to see otherwise.
It was a naïve and romantic notion of a child of course but he didn’t regret it, despite the trauma he endured, both mentally and physically. He wasn’t one for hippy mystical ways of thinking but his time in the army had subsequently led him to this point, so perhaps there was some truth in the idea that everything was connected or that everything happened for a reason. Regardless he had come through it all and his life couldn’t be better. It was almost time and so he made sure he looked ok, running his eyes over his clothes and hair one last time in the mirror while Paul hovered nearby.
He could hear the noise outside already, the voices of the thousands of people who were attending, alongside the piped in music. He would be signing photos and taking pictures all day, with a lunch break in between, before taking part in a Q&A session where fans could ask him anything they liked. If he was honest it was the one time he ever felt nervous, not knowing what was coming and having to think on the spot, having to act interested in even the most mundane or repetitive questions but he usually managed to pull it off with an easy confident smile. He rubbed shoulders with actors quite frequently in his line of work so he had picked up a few tips here and there; perhaps there was an actor inside him somewhere after all.
The hours blurred into each other as he signed photo after photo and took selfie after selfie. He had a mixture of fans of varying ages from all walks of life but he did notice he had a huge Omega following. It was an ego boost of course, knowing that he was considered attractive by so many, desired by them, maybe even idolised by them. He could see it in their eyes and smell it on them when they stood next to him, when he placed his arm around their shoulders and smiled as they talked to him. He could click his fingers and have any of them in a heartbeat, all of them even but Paul would likely murder him and he would be right to, there was a line that shouldn’t be crossed and fucking his fans was that line.
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“Christ this is loud”. Mickey grumbled as he and his younger sister Mandy walked into the crowded arena. “Can’t believe I let you drag me into this weird obsession of yours, fuck Sandy, bitch should have taken the day off work to come with ya instead”.
“It’s not an obsession; it’s called being a fan. He’s amazing; you’d know that if you watched the show or his clips and she couldn’t Mick, they’re slammed at the shop you know that”.
Mickey snorted and rolled his eyes, “Fan, please, you just think he’s hot and wish he liked pussy”.
“Well yeah obviously but he’s so bad ass Mick. You know he’s a decorated vet right? Almost died but instead of giving up he learned to walk again and one of the first things he did was jump out of a plane”.
Mickey quirked his eyebrow and stared at his sister. “You fucking serious, sounds like the guys insane or a total fucking dumbass; you get a second chance and do some stupid shit like that….what an asshole”.
Mandy stopped walking and stared right back at him in offence. “You haven’t a clue what you’re talking about Mick. He was a pilot, flew in to give his unit cover even though it was risky as fuck, saved a whole bunch of them but the chopper got hit and went down, fucked up his back and legs. The point was once he was fit again he did that jump to show that he wasn’t afraid, like a cosmic fuck you or whatever. I think it was brave”.
Mickey chuckled at his gushing sister, “Chopper, you Arnold Schwarzenegger now?”
She smirked and shoved him with her shoulder. “Helicopter, whatever, look you promised you wouldn’t be an asshole and embarrass me so fucking behave Mick, I mean it. This means a lot to me, you now he’s from Chicago too, South Side, can’t believe we come from the same place”.
They made their way to the back of the queue which was much longer than he expected, considering he was just some dude that presented a stupid survival show and uploaded videos on You Tube. Then the smell hit him, an overwhelming scent of excited and horny Omega’s. They must be fucking soaked for the ginger asshole and Mickey wondered why they weren’t using blockers or attempting to mask it. He always masked his scent when he went out in public, wasn’t worth the hassle of all the unwanted attention he would get from Alphas. He figured that maybe these Omega fans wanted the attention however, at least from one particular red headed Alpha. Maybe they even believed they could snag him, make him fall in love with them and want to claim them. He snorted again as he shook his head in amusement. He would never lower himself to that level, not for any Alpha.
As they shuffled along in the long line, creeping closer to the front, he caught a clearer sight of the man now and sure, he was smoking hot, Mickey had never denied that, even to his sister. He had seen images of him and caught glimpses here and there as she watched his stupid show. He was tall with broad shoulders and an athletic physique, with copper red hair, freckled pale skin and bright green eyes. He even had a disarming and boyish grin that was quite something, even from such a distance but he still came across like a typical arrogant knothead Alpha.
Mickey knew that he was pictured with a different Omega week after week and heard the stories. While Mickey didn’t judge people for fucking around it was just something he wasn’t attracted to. It was hypocritical of course, considering Mickey liked casual sex himself but the idea of an Alpha treating an Omega like that, like a piece of meat that was disposable or interchangeable, was anything but a turn on for him. In his eyes it was different because Alpha’s had this position of power and authority which they could exploit, whereas Mickey was simply asserting and protecting himself in laying out some ground rules. He didn’t see the situations as being equal and ultimately just found the large majority of Alpha’s sort of disgusting.
“He’s from the South Side?” Mickey whispered as they approached closer and he found it hard to believe, looking at this clean shaven guy who was dressed head to toe in designer clothes.
“Yeah, think he went to a different school than us but lived a couple blocks over, crazy right?”
He nodded as Mandy grabbed his arm and released a low squealing sound, “Oh my god we’re next, we’re next!”
“Jesus Mandy, relax, he’s just a normal dude,” he replied, as he released her hand and rubbed at his skin were her nails had likely left a mark.
Mandy stepped forward, her carefully selected photograph clutched in her hand as she beamed and radiated excitement from every pore. “Hi, oh my god, it’s you!”
Gallagher smiled graciously he thought as Mandy fumbled over her words and even dropped her picture on the ground. Mickey snorted before he picked it up and placed it on the table in front of her. It was then that he noticed the Alpha looking directly at him, not his sister, with a different sort of smile now, a wide mischievous grin. And his smell, fuck it was strong and almost overwhelming his senses, musky but with hints of sweetness, unlike anything he had smelled before.
“Yes it is me”. Ian replied with a soft laugh. “And you are?” he asked his sister now, as his green eyes were focussed once again on Mandy.
“Oh shit,” she giggled. “I’m uh Mandy, I’m just nervous, I love your show and been a fan since those early videos. I love that mountain one you did, the free climbing, that was fucking insane”.
Ian chuckled again and it sounded natural and good natured which piqued Mickey’s curiosity. Sitting here he didn’t seem like the same guy on screen, not in some ways anyway. He seemed more relaxed here, friendly, warm even and spoke to Mandy like he was genuinely interested and trying to answer her questions as politely as possible.
“No way, you’re from Chicago too?” Ian replied as his eyes flitted between him and Mandy, “both of you?”
Mandy looked at Mickey now as if she just remembered he was standing there and he snorted at the red heads not so subtle attempt to bring him into the conversation. “Oh yeah this is Mickey, my brother”.
“Brother”. Ian hummed as his eyes flickered all over Mickey’s face and he could feel his traitorous body reacting as his cheeks flushed and his heart thumped faster and shit, he was feeling a little wet down there.
“So you don’t want anything signed?” Ian asked him directly and he snorted, couldn’t help it, despite his confusingly warm feelings.
“Nah I ain’t a fan. Mandy here dragged my ass along to this nerdfest”.
Ian chuckled heartily and it was a genuine sound of amusement. Mickey caught his eyes drifting lower as they skimmed over his body and settled on his ass, “Well I’m glad you came”.
He locked eyes with Mickey and he gulped, actually gulped, as the intense red head smiled deliciously at him while his body continued to react in annoying and unwelcome ways.
“I mean both of you”. Ian added as he slid the signed picture back to Mandy. “It’s nice to meet people, fans or not and you never know, maybe I’ll make a fan out of you yet Mickey”.
Mickey rolled his eyes at the cheesy line and stared right back at him. “Yeah and maybe pigs will fly out of my ass too Red”.
Ian laughed again and Mickey felt Mandy watching them closely now, a strange expression on her face.
“Well they’d be very lucky pigs”. Ian replied quietly as his handler whispered something in his ear and Mickey figured their time was up.
“Um thank you again for this Ian”. Mandy spluttered as they were being ushered away.
“My pleasure Mandy, nice to meet you….both”
“The actual fuck was that Mickey?” Mandy exclaimed once they were a few feet away.
He shrugged and thumbed his nose, “What do you mean; he was being a dick first! I’m sorry alright, I didn’t mean to be such an asshole, guess it’s just my natural state”.
To his surprise Mandy folded her arms across her chest and smirked. “That’s not what I meant; I was talking about the flirting Mick, especially from his side of the table”.
He felt his eyebrows quirk up in shock, “the fuck you mean bitch, like I’d flirt with that knothead”
“Oh c’mon, he was practically drooling all over my picture. Oh my god, imagine you guys actually hooked up or got together, my brother and Ian Gallagher eeeeek!”
“Christ Mandy, lower your voice! Would never happen, that guy is a total man whore. God only knows where his knot has been, so I know exactly where it won’t be, ever”.
Mandy snorted a laugh out. “Could you be any more defensive Mick, you were totally blushing and besides, you’re a total man whore too so maybe you’re perfect for each other”.
“Fuck off, it’s warm in here and it’s just the Alpha bullshit. Like yeah he’s hot or whatever, I have fucking eyes don’t I, still doesn’t mean I wana fuck his arrogant ass”.
“Well think he’d be the one doing the ass fucking Mick”.
“Oh my god, I hate you so much right now,” he sighed, as he ran his hands down his face. “Can you drop this whole thing for five minutes so we can go eat, fucking starving”.
“Ian’s got you feeling hungry, huh Mick?” Mandy teased as they headed off in the direction of the food stalls. “Ok ok I’ll stop, let’s be quick though cos I wana get front row seats before his Q&A session”.
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Ian was fucking starving. He inhaled his food at lunch but he still had this feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was a different kind of hunger, one that he wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to satisfy. He couldn’t remember ever desiring an Omega like he desired that black-haired blue-eyed Omega, Mickey. They only talked for a matter of minutes but it was like a fire had been lit inside him. He had masked his scent, he could tell, as many Omegas did when venturing into large crowded places like this. But to Ian it was still the most intoxicating and alluring scent, comforting and strangely familiar, like cut grass or freshly baked bread or warm apple pie.
And his attitude, the way he challenged Ian and appeared unaffected by his presence, was even more exciting and enticing. He was so used to Omega’s competing for his attention and practically throwing themselves at him but Mickey was nothing like that. It was peculiar and curious because he was unmated. He didn’t bear any mark that signified another Alphas claim which could have explained his behaviour but no, it was something else.
“Are you still on that Omega? Jesus Ian, get your head out of your ass or rather out of his ass. Maybe some Omegas just aren’t interested in you, a crazy notion, I know”.
Paul’s voice woke him from his thoughts, as he stood backstage ready to walk up the steps and out onto the stage. “Nah, that can’t be it”. He smirked smugly as his long suffering assistant rolled his eyes. “He’s something else though, I can tell. Never smelled anything like him before, fuck, I need to have him Paul….I will have him”.
“Remember the rule Ian? The one rule we can’t fucking break because the inevitable shit storm just wouldn’t be worth it”.
“Yeah but he said it himself Paul, he’s not a fan”. He grinned wickedly as he heard the interviewer announce his name and call him onstage, so he winked at Paul before making his way to the chair that was set out for him.
He waved out to the audience and settled into the interview where he was initially asked about the latest season of his show, “Shipwrecked” and about his latest You Tube adventures before they opened up the questioning to the floor. It was only when he looked out he saw the two Omega siblings or to be more specific, he saw him sitting right there in the front row, his sparklingly blue eyes standing out despite the lights and the hundreds of other people sitting around him. He had never seen such an exquisite face, his pale smooth skin with a dusting of freckles across his nose, his plump pink mouth, those expressive arched eyebrows and of course, those captivating blue eyes which he could spot amongst a crowd apparently.
Mandy was speaking into the microphone now. Ian had to quickly bring himself back to the room and just about heard her question in time, enough to get the gist.
“Thank you Mandy,” he said and noticed her blush even from this distance. “So if I understand your question, you asked whether my upbringing in Chicago played a part in who I am today. Well absolutely it did, my life couldn’t be any more different. But as you know all too well, you learn to be tough and resilient when you grow up on the South Side and I took that with me, through my years in the army and after. I don’t think I could’ve pulled myself back up like I did if I hadn’t learned how to survive and endure like I did growing up. So I wouldn’t change it, any of it, even the bad stuff. Because it really did make me who I am and honestly, I’m pretty damn proud of myself for what I’ve achieved”.
The audience applauded and Mandy looked super pleased with his answer, which actually made Ian feel a little warm inside for apparently making her day, not something he usually experienced. But it was Mickey who his eyes fell to, who watched him curiously with a huge ass smirk on his face before he rolled his eyes and glanced away, as if he was bored and practically flipping Ian off from where he sat. He felt his skin flush hot and something deep down inside stirring and he wasn’t just talking about his cock which was twitching a little with interest. No, he was being flooded with a whole host of new and unfamiliar feelings as he peered down at Mickey, who was now biting his lip as his eyes slowly navigated back towards Ian and held his gaze. The Omega wasn’t smirking now however but looked equally curious.
Ian’s attention was dragged away as the interviewer was forced to repeat a question and he scolded himself for behaving so unprofessionally. The Alpha forced his mind back into work mode until the session was finished and he was free to leave. He eventually looked down as he stood up to leave and was disappointed to see two empty chairs and swore that somehow he would lay eyes on Mickey again and hopefully more than just his eyes.