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Being an athlete could be a nightmare at times. Everybody wants a say in what you do with your body, what you can and can’t do because of biology, nitpicking every little thing until your head spins. There have been many debates throughout the years about who should be allowed to compete professionally; if sports should only allow betas to ensure there is no funny business, or if alphas and omegas can be allowed, but what do you do about pheromones? Forcing athletes onto suppressants and the like can cause issues, but letting them go without any form of control puts people at risk of cheating with scent. Eventually, it was agreed upon that anyone could compete, so long as they wear a scent patch. Armando thought that was bullshit, since that could so easily fall off in the middle of a game and shouldn’t even be necessary in the first place, but regulations were put into place, and it was now the norm. If your patch falls off, you have to rush in to replace it, and hope you aren’t punished.
Armando is an omega. He isn’t ashamed of this, and he doesn’t allow interviewers or fans or anyone else to let him feel that way. His strength was unique to himself, and his secondary gender did not change that in the slightest. Armando would be just as strong if he were an alpha or a beta.
Brian, on the other hand, is a beta. Armando adores him for this. While he isn’t one to believe in stereotypes, he truly does appreciate the fact that Brian isn’t overwhelming with his scent or trying to push Armando into a certain role like some alphas would, or make things weird due to them both being omegas. Armando knew full well not everyone was like that, and he was sure Brian would be the same no matter his secondary gender, just like himself. Things were easy like this, though. For the most part.
While betas were originally thought to be the best for professional sports and the such, they began to be looked down upon when alphas and omegas entered the scene, and teams started to play dirty. They didn't have any strong scent to play on, no tricks to play with a small peel of a scent patch, no biological pull. Betas only had their pure talent to rely on, which is how it should be. However, coaches and scouts didn't see it that way.
Brian could bare his fangs just as well as anyone else. That didn't stop Armando from feeling a twinge in his heart every time he saw the beta getting pushed around, thrown onto the ground, or nearly getting into fights on the pitch. He sometimes found himself wondering if Brian had been an alpha, would he be targeted less? Or would he be sought out more, for his strength? Armando thought he was plenty strong and capable as he was now. He just hated that so many others didn’t see it that way.
Now, they were in the middle of a game, the late-day sun beating down heavily. Armando was tired and frustrated, the other team already managing to score a goal while they had none. He had been all over the field, doing his best to score and lead where he could, but it seemed they just weren’t doing well today. He could tell the others were tired too, weighed down even further by disappointment.
Armando was running towards the goal, keeping his gaze back towards the midfield where Brian currently had possession of the ball. He kept making contact with another player, bumping into each other repeatedly in an attempt to take the ball, nearly being thrown off balance. Brian was doing well until a second player came from his left and attempted to get the ball out from under him, leading them both to crash into the ground.
Armando felt a growl build in his chest. He was trying to split his attention between both Brian and the ball, waiting to hear if a foul was called, but nothing. He only caught a glimpse of the pain etched into Brian’s features before his attention was ripped away, the ball coming his direction. Armando received it, successfully getting it to the goal. A kick, a deflect, and a miss. He hissed, immediately turning his attention back to the middle of the field, looking for the beta. Armando found Brian trying to stand, a slight limp in his gait. Something twisted in his stomach, anxious and angry.
The rest of the game passed in a blur after that. They had lost. Armando found himself mad at everyone, the opposite team, his teammates, the referees. He knew he should not feel this way, but couldn’t help it. Brian was walking better, had played out the rest of the game, but that didn’t erase the fact that he could have been injured. Armando knew the player that knocked him down, a hard-headed alpha, always taking risky plays and acting like he was better than others. As stereotypical as ever.
Everyone was getting ready to go to the locker rooms, slowly fading from the field and the bench. Brian was sitting down, stretching out his leg, when Armando approached him.
“Brian.” The beta looked up, meeting his gaze with his own wide, beautiful eyes. Armando could stare at him forever. “Come with me please?”
Brian glanced around, watching their teammates leave. “Oh, uh – yeah. Of course.” He rose from his seat, and Armando didn’t fail to notice the way he tenderly put his weight on his leg. He had tried his best to convince himself that on the field Brian might have been playing it up a bit, and even now he could just be trying to treat it carefully, but he felt the growl building in his chest again. Maybe Brian really did get hurt.
They should be going to debrief with the others, but Armando really could not be brought to care right now. He led them towards a space that looked like it could give them some privacy, a more secluded area, away from everything else. “Armando,” Brian started, something careful in his voice. “Your scent is all over the place. Did something, uh... Happen?” Armando huffed through his nose.
Armando picked up his pace, going from a normal walk to a brisk pace, forcing Brian to try to keep up. He hadn’t meant to, he was just mad. “I don’t know, Brian. Did something happen?” It was petty, he knew that. He did not want to talk about this until they were away from prying ears. Besides, did he really not know?
“Hormiga, Armando, baby–” Brian was only a step behind Armando, still out of breath from the match, and now from trying to keep pace. “What’s wrong? I mean, I know the game got pretty rough, but neither of us were really hurt–”
Armando grabbed Brian by the front of his jersey, pulled him forward, and pushed him against the closest wall. “Neither of us were hurt? Seriously Brian? You’re going to act like you weren’t limping after that alpha ran into you?” Armando hissed, clutching Brian’s jersey with both hands now. Their faces were only inches apart, and he could feel the other’s hot breath on his face, still panting. His eyes were wide, surprised by the omega’s actions.
“Um – well, I’m fine now. Stuff like that happens all the time.” Brian was seemingly oblivious as to how frustrating his words were. Armando groaned, dropping his head onto Brian’s shoulder and turning to face his neck, trying his best to inhale his scent. Of course things like this happen all the time. He just hated that it was always Brian getting in tackles and tough fights. Always his beta getting clawed at by other players, falling on top of him with their disgusting bodies and leaving traces of their hardly-there scents on his clothes. On a deep inhale, Armando got a trace of Brian’s earthy-mint scent, making him groan out again and push his hips into the beta’s. Brian whined, the fucking tease, clutching at the hem of Armando’s jersey like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch or not.
“You always want to brush off things like this,” Armando muttered. “It’s your job to make things easier for me. But you make everything so damn hard.” Brian made a choked sound, and he was most likely going to try to apologize if Armando did not say something quickly. “I should just keep you at home. Then nobody can get their nasty hands on you, and I can keep you all to myself.”
Slick clung to Armando’s boxers. He was sure Brian could smell it, knew just how aroused he was, if the hard-on pressed against his hip didn’t make it obvious enough. He was the one that brought them here, but all he wanted to do now was have Brian in his bed.
“Armando...” Brian must have been thinking about something to say, but frankly, Armando didn’t care. He pushed his hand into Brian’s shorts, delighted by the gasp the beta let out once he wrapped a hand around him. He was still only half-hard, and Armando reveled in feeling him harden in his grasp. With his free hand, Armando ripped his scent patch off, throwing it onto the ground somewhere. Now his scent was able to flow freely, to encase them both and, most importantly, to make his beta smell like him. Nothing was better than this. He was never really going to keep Brian from football, they both loved the sport too much. But Armando would be happy to scent and fuck him forever, cover him in every mark possible so everyone knew he was his. Armando wanted so badly to give Brian a mating mark.
Armando let his free hand roam down Brian’s chest to his waist, feeling every bit of muscle on the way. He gave him a squeeze when Brian finally released his jersey to rest his hands on his hips. Armando licked a broad stripe on Brian’s cheek, tasting the sweat there and allowing it to settle on his tongue. He kept pumping his hand as he licked down to Brian’s neck, taking in his scent and flavor as much as he could. The beta kept letting out these small, throaty noises, only encouraging him more.
Armando was almost too slow to notice the footsteps coming their way. He was so wrapped up in the feeling of having Brian like this that he almost hadn’t noticed, but as soon as he did, he was on edge. He positioned his body in a way to block Brian from anyone’s sight, with his back to the sound and his shoulder pressed up against the wall, refusing to let anyone see him this way. His scent came out sharp and burning, warning the oncomer to stay away. He turned his head to growl too, making it clear there was danger if they got too close. Armando did not want this person to get close to Brian in this state. He could not even pick up any sort of identifying scent, and his omega only registered this new person as danger, a threat, with no chance of it being a friend. Even with his rational brain, Armando would not want anyone, even friends, to see him and his boyfriend in this state.
Armando slowed the motion of his hand, bringing his other one up to cover Brian’s mouth. If he had been looking at the other man, he would have seen the incredulous look on Brian’s face.
The footsteps began to trail off, before they stopped completely. The person was staring, and Armando hated that. He growled louder, hoping it would scare them off. It was effective, at least to some extent, since they turned to leave afterwards.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling his hand away from Brian’s mouth. He squeezed the head of Brian’s cock just to hear him moan before pulling his hand out of his shorts completely.
“You,” Brian wheezed out, “could have gotten us caught. What the hell were you thinking?” Armando found himself wondering what his scent would be like now if it was stronger. Was he really mad, or just shocked? Before either of them could follow their train of thought, Armando brought his hand to his mouth and licked. The salty taste of Brian’s precum settled on his tongue, making him hum in content. The beta just stared on with wide eyes.
“Let’s go home,” Armando suggested. He adjusted Brian’s shorts, patting his hips. The beta nodded, pushing himself off of the wall and following after Armando in a daze.
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After collecting their things and an excuse about Brian not feeling good, the two set off for Armando’s place. If you asked him, the trip there couldn’t go by fast enough. Brian was in the seat next to him anxiously bouncing his leg, covering his lap with his jacket. Armando tried not to smile when he noticed.
As soon as they got through the door, Armando was quick to grab Brian’s hand and lead him to his bedroom.
“Don't you wanna, uh, shower first?” Brian stumbled through the doorway to the bedroom, meeting Armando’s eyes right before the latter shoved him back onto his bed.
“Why would I want that when I can have you now?” Armando climbed up onto the bed after Brian, crawling into his lap and straddling his hips. The weight of the beta underneath him felt so good, so right.
“Um... ‘Cause I’m gross?” Brian puzzled. Armando simply shook his head, grabbing at the hem of his jersey. He didn't even mention the fact that Armando was just as sweaty and nasty as he was, only worrying about his own state causing Armando to feel disgusted. It was cute, in a way.
“I like you like this, though.” Armando pushed the jersey up Brian’s body, exposing each beautiful inch of his torso. Armando tapped his side, and the beta rose slightly off the bed, allowing him to pull the jersey up and over his head. Brian fell back onto the bed with a quiet thump, staring up at the omega with those gorgeous eyes of his. Armando leaned down, using one hand to prop himself up while dragging the other down Brian’s body. He pressed gentle kisses to his neck, inhaling his scent, taking in the earthy-mint smell that resided there. Armando wished he could cover himself in that scent, to always smell like Brian, to smell like his mate. For now, all he could do was take in his pheromones and cover the beta in his own scent like he wished could be done for him.
It felt so good to have Brian in his bed like this, wrapped in his sheets and his scent. He wondered if the beta liked it just as much as he did, to carry his scent with him.
Armando nosed his way down Brian’s neck to his chest, kissing and nipping at the skin on his way. He grabbed Brian’s arm, pushing it away slightly, before pushing his nose into the beta’s armpit. Armando took a deep inhale, unable to help the smile that pulled at his lips. Brian smelled so manly. Armando loved his smell, especially here; his natural musk, the mixture of wood-earth-sweat causing Armando to drool.
Armando placed his hands on Brian’s chest, using him to help push himself back up into a sitting position. Brian was flushed beneath him, red from the tips of his ears down to his chest. Maple and mazapán spread all around them, wrapping them both in Armando’s sweet scent. He shifted his hips, choosing to ignore the discomfort of his slick-soaked clothes sticking to himself in favor of focusing on Brian, hard and heavy beneath him.
“Baby,” Armando purred. Brian’s eyebrows raised a little, his eyes widening. It reminded Armando of a dog perking its ears. “Don’t you want to touch me? Or should I do all the work, hm?”
Brian groaned, closing his eyes and hitting his head back against the pillow. His hips bucked up, making Armando moan from the friction. “I wanna touch you,” he answered. His hands went to the omega’s hips, thumbs dipping into the hem of his shorts. “I really, really wanna touch you. You smell so good, baby.” Armando purred at his words. They shifted a bit, getting Armando’s shorts and boxers off, the articles of clothing slick-soaked and rather gross.
Armando leaned down once again to kiss his beta, while Brian reached between his legs. He traced around his rim with his middle finger, gathering the slick there, before slowly pushing in. Armando was so wet he likely did not even need to be prepped, but there was something he found romantic about it. Besides, this meant that he got to tease Brian just a little longer.
Armando nipped at Brian’s bottom lip as the beta pushed his finger in all the way, making him sigh into his mouth. He could feel Brian smile against his lips, earning him another small bite. They kissed languidly for a few moments as Brian let Armando adjust to his finger. “Another,” the omega whispered, “I’m ready for another, amor.” Brian obeyed, pushing his ring finger in alongside the other, stretching Armando out. He licked the other’s lips, tasting the spit and salty sweat there. They kissed for even longer before Armando moved once more to Brian’s neck, inhaling his scent, tasting it on the back of his tongue. Two fingers soon became three, and Armando could not ignore the wet sounds coming from him, embarrassment tinging his ears red.
“I’m ready,” Armando declared. “I want you inside, please?” He shifted his hips, beginning to ride Brian’s fingers. Brian nodded, pulling out his fingers and beginning to push himself up before Armando pushed him back down. “Ah-ah, I don’t think so. You’re going to lay there and let me ride you.” If he was being honest with himself, Armando was incredibly sore and tired after today’s game. That was not going to stop him from doing this, however. He was still a little angry from earlier, but desire won over all, and now he just wanted Brian think about him and him only.
They worked together to get Brian’s shorts and boxers off, leaving him fully naked. Armando took him in; the muscles he had worked so hard to build, the tan on his arms, the way his chest rose with each breath he took. The bruise on his leg, which nearly caused Armando to snarl. His cock, hard and heavy. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth. He always stretched Armando so perfectly, fit just right. He was made for him.
Armando raised up on his knees, taking Brian’s cock into his hand and lining him up. He slowly eased himself down, sinking down onto him inch by inch. Brian was rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, trying to soothe. There was so much slick on his one hand, and he was now spreading it over his own skin. Armando looked down, observing the action, seeing the slight shine of the slick on his skin, before shifting his gaze to watch Brian’s cock disappear inside himself. The sight made him moan. Brian slid into him so perfectly. He couldn’t imagine ever having someone else like this, only Brian, only his beta.
Armando began to move slowly, letting himself adjust and take pleasure in the feeling of being full. Brian was making these small sounds beneath him, tiny huffs of breath and quiet moans. Armando’s desire to hear more pushed him to move faster, to push his hips down harder. He could hear the wet sound of meeting Brian’s hips, producing slick nearly non-stop, clinging to the both of them. Brian got louder, too; he began to moan in earnest, groans and gasps escaping him as well. His hands wrapped around Armando's hips, digging into the skin and pulling him down roughly. The burn in Armando’s legs intensified, spreading up to his back and to the tips of his toes. More than he wanted to rest his legs, he wanted to satiate the burning pleasure in his belly. He was panting, using as much strength as he could to keep going. His pace had probably been thrown off, but Armando was an athlete, he could keep going as long as he put in the effort.
Brian must have noticed. “Armando, my love,” he began. “Let me take over.” The omega whined, not wanting to stop. He shook his head, not halting in his movements. Brian tried to soothe him, rubbing circles into his hips and releasing his scent as best as he could. “I want to take care of you. Lay down for me?”
Armando tried to fight it for a short bit longer before giving in, reluctantly pulling off. He whined at the empty feeling. Thankfully he was not without contact for long, Brian’s hands already back on him, helping him move. He pulled Armando’s jersey off at last before putting him on his back. Brian situated himself between Armando’s legs, pulling them around his hips. He eased his way back in, trying his best to not accidentally hurt Armando.
“Come on, hurry up,” Armando whined. He tried to wiggle his hips forward, but Brian was quick to push him down by the hips and pin him to the bed, limiting his movement.
“Relax, I’m not going anywhere.” Brian leaned down for a kiss which Armando was happy to accept. He could feel the smile on the other’s lips. It was unfair how sweet he was. Horribly unfair, especially when all Armando wanted right now was for him to run him into the mattress.
As if able to read his mind, Brian declared, “We really should be taking it easy after a game, you know. You’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.” He kissed his forehead as he spoke, nuzzling into his hair.
Armando laughed. “As if I didn’t drag you into my bed.” Brian laughed too, before starting to pick up his pace. Armando moaned, tipping his head back and exposing the length of his neck. Brian was quick to dip his head into the new space made for him, breathing in Armando’s scent straight from the source. The omega wrapped his legs tighter around Brian, and he could feel him sliding a hand up to grab his thigh.
Brian fucked him deep and hard, holding Armando as close as he could. He began to bite at his neck, gentle presses of teeth and tiny nips here and there. Armando wished he would just bite down fully, give him a mark to keep and to show off to everyone else. What he really wanted was a mating mark, something permanent, a testament to their love. He wanted everyone to know that they were together, that he was Brian’s and Brian was his.
“I love you,” Brian muttered into his neck, biting at the skin before pressing a tender kiss over the mark. “I love you so much. My pretty baby.”
“I – mmh, I love you too.” Armando tried to face Brian for a kiss, thankful that he got the hint. Brian was pushing his tongue into his mouth when he adjusted his grip on Armando, grabbing both of his thighs and practically pulling him into his lap. He moaned into Brian’s mouth before pulling back from the kiss. “Fuck, right there! Right there, please, fuck.” He felt Brian’s fingernails dig into his skin. He kept hitting that same spot, making Armando see stars behind his eyes.
Armando reached around to claw at Brian’s back, pulling him down to bury his face in his neck. He bit into the soft flesh by his shoulder, trying to muffle all the noises coming out of him. Brian was far less shameless though, moaning and panting out his name directly into his ear.
Armando released the hold he had on Brian with his teeth, tucking into his neck, ignoring his own spit rubbing on his cheek. “I’m close.”
Brian growled, letting go of one of Armando’s legs to wrap a hand around his cock. He kept a tight grip, precum helping with the glide. eArmando’s eyes fluttered shut. He took in Brian’s scent again, trying to anchor himself. Brian thumbed over the head of his cock and that was all it took, Armando cumming all over his hand and both of their stomachs with a loud moan into the beta’s neck.
Armando’s whole body shuddered, still twitching with aftershocks even after he had begun to come down. Brian slowed his movements, pulling his hand off of him and beginning to pull away. Armando squeezed his legs around his waist, a small whine escaping his throat. He opened his eyes to look up at him, a slightly confused expression on Brian’s face.
“You can keep going.”
Brian quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Aren’t you tired?”
Armando shook his head. “I want you to finish. I’ll be fine.” Brian still seemed hesitant, so Armando leaned up to pepper kisses across his face. “I promise.”
Brian took only a short moment longer to consider this. He leaned back down to kiss him before beginning to move again. Unlike before, Brian’s pace was fast and without rhythm, solely seeking release. Armando moaned with each thrust, overstimulated, tired, and aching, but at the same time it felt so good. “Inside,” Armando said against his lips. “Cum inside baby, please.” Brian moaned, and then it was only a few more quick snaps of his hips before he was cumming inside, filling Armando with his release. His head dropped to the omega’s shoulder, panting hot and heavy against his skin.
The two of them laid together for a while, covered in sweat, limbs aching and tired. Armando was sure the bedsheets were soaked in slick, that they would need to be changed and put into the laundry before they could settle in for the night. For the time being, though, he just wanted to lay with his mate in their bed and rest for a few moments.
Brian eventually dragged them both out of bed for a shower. He sat Armando under the warm spray while he changed the sheets, giving his muscles a chance to properly relax, before coming in to join him. Armando could not help but to stare at the bruise on Brian’s leg, an ugly reminder of what had made him so frustrated earlier in the day. Brian seemed to notice, but chose not to say anything about it. At least, not yet.
They dried off and slipped into bed together, in nice, clean sheets. Armando was quick to wrap himself around Brian, pulling his bruised leg between two of his own and holding him in both of his arms. Brian smelled like his body wash, his shampoo and conditioner, and it was nice. Nice to have his mate smell like him, even just for a few minutes after a shower. Armando could scent him almost any time, but this felt intimate in its own way.
“Are we gonna... Talk about it?”
Armando shifted slightly, unsure of what to say. Brian was patient with his silence, allowing him the chance to gather his words. “I just don’t like how often you’re thrown around like that.”
Brian nosed at Armando’s hair. “It’s sort of my job, you know. Everyone gets beat up a little in football, me especially.” Armando hummed. “I know, I know. I’ll try to be more careful, okay? Promise.”
"It's just... I don't know. I feel like you get targeted so much. More than just for the sake of the sport. You have just as much right to be on the field as the rest of us."
Brian hummed now, considering his words. "Well, as amazing as I know I am, I'm pretty lucky to be on the field at all." Armando hissed at that, and Brian was quick to soothe. "I'm good out there, you know that. I can settle my own fights, as sexy as it is to see you get all mad over me. And as amazing as today was, maybe no more jerking me off in public?" They both laughed at that, which made Armando feel a bit better.
Armando finally began to fully relax, muscles sore and aching from all the activity in the day. His eyes fluttered shut, only just feeling a kiss pressed to the the top of his head and hearing "I love you" whispered into his hair before he drifted off to sleep.