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Jensen took advantage of his lunch break to try and ease the nerves that had been following all day. He locked his trailer door and immediately went to the bathroom to get the task over with. A few minutes later, he sat on his couch, white stick in hand and counted down the minutes until he would have the answer he really didn't want. Just before the stick would reveal his future to him, a knocking at his trailer door startled him.
"Jensen, man, why is this locked? I brought lunch," he could hear Jared say. Without thinking, he got up and unlocked the door. He sat back on the couch without looking at his best friend and co-star. Jared put down the four Styrofoam containers on the table and sat next to Jensen and began to dig in, chatting idly away. Jensen was too focused on the 'Not Pregnant' etched onto the stick in his hands to notice that his friend had stopped talking and was also looking at the pregnancy test.
"Jensen," Jared whispered, afraid to break the silence but needing answers. The alpha had thought his co-star and friend for ten years was a beta, but holding what he was holding proved that otherwise. "Jen, what does it say?"
"I'm not," Jensen croaked out. He was relieved, ecstatic even. He had only spent one night with the guy, some beta he met at a bar. There was only one man he really ever thought about fathering his imaginary children and he knew that would never happen, he would never let it happen.
"I, uh, I thought you were a beta," Jared stated dumbly. His mind was working overtime trying to get past mateclaimmine. The feelings he had spent years hiding and ignoring were clawing their way out know that he knew Jensen was an omega.
"It's easier to get work as a beta. No one but Kripke and my agent know. Scent suppressors, very helpful," Jensen replied numbly. He threw the test in the trash can next to the couch and finally looked at Jared. "I really don't want this to change things. I'm the same guy Jared."
Jared laughed, almost maniacally. "I know that Jen. I might need some time to get my head on straight, but we'll be cool."
"What do you mean? Why would you need to get your head on straight, this doesn't change anything," Jensen was straddling the line between pissed and panicked. He didn't want his relationship with Jared to suffer because he had lied about his status, didn't want to lose the most important person in his life.
Jared shifted so he was fully facing Jensen on the couch. "Look, I never thought I would have to tell you this, but I've kind of been in love with you for ten years and you being a beta was the only thing keeping me from admitting to that. Now that I know different, I am finding it very hard to keep my hands to myself. I just need some time, then everything will go back to normal, I swear. I'm sorry Jensen.”
Jensen felt like he had just been struck. Jared was in love with him. Pretending to be a beta had caused them to waste ten years pining after each other, had caused ten years of pain. He started to laugh at his own idiocy. Jared looked at him like he had finally cracked but kept quiet while Jensen continued to crack up.
“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Jensen said once he finally caught his breath.
“Um, what?”
“I love you too, you big lug. We’ve wasted so much time,” Jensen said before launching himself across the couch and kissing Jared with ten years of repressed emotion. Jared’s lips were parted on a gasp and Jensen took full advantage of the opening to immediately lick his way inside Jared’s warm, wet, mouth.
Jared’s arms came around Jensen’s waist to keep him settled on his lap and he licked at Jensen’s mouth with just as much enthusiasm. Jensen started to rock back and forth on Jared’s lap and the rapidly hardening flesh beneath him. Jared was on board with that plan until he remembered where they were and what they were supposed to be doing in just ten minutes time. “Jen, baby, we need to stop,” murmured against Jensen’s lips.
Those words were like a bucket of ice water to Jensen’s flaming libido. He snapped back to look at Jared, tears filling his eyes unbidden. “Y-you don’t want me?” he asked quietly.
Jared started stroking Jensen’s cheeks and kissed him again. “Of course I do, more than you know, but we can’t start all that when we need to get to set in ten minutes.” He let his hands drift down Jensen’s torso and grabbed a handful of his ass as he continued, “That’s not nearly enough time for what I have planned for you.”
Jensen shivered with anticipation. “You’re right, of course.” He kissed Jared again. “Tonight, though, I’m all yours,” he paused and looked right at Jared when he added, “Alpha.”
Jared growled, he had countless fantasies about Jensen calling him that. “You’re not playing nice, Jen.”
Jensen blushed and stood up off Jared’s lap, “Sorry, Alpha.”
Jared grabbed at Jensen’s wrist before he could walk away and pulled him back for a mind blowing, passionate kiss. “Tonight, Omega, you’re mine. And every night after, for the rest of our lives. I’m going to make love to you, mate you, and claim you tonight, Jensen. You’re mine. The next time you have a pregnancy test in your hands, you’ll be happy when it comes back positive that you’re carrying my pups. I love you.”
Jensen stared at Jared before lurching forward to devour his mouth. He poured all of his love and affection into the kiss, reassuring his mate that he couldn’t wait for all he just mapped out for them. “I love you, too.”