Chapter Text
Sabadell, Spain
"So..."
"So?"
They watched each other, they always did after sex, mostly because they didn't have a choice. The positions natural biology left them in often meant they fell asleep in each others arms one before the other stroking hair thinking nostalgically.
He'd watch the smaller man carefully, he was the one who fell asleep the quickest, he seemed so comfortable and content in his arms it was almost worrying. He didn't want anything more than the sex, it was something he hated about himself, he never wanted relationships, only the sex.
The deal they had was working for now, it would only be too long for the older man broke under the strain of how he felt. There they would end, one broken heart another disappointed, the hope that this time he'd get what he needed, that they wouldn't fall in love with him.
"Do you think that's the end of it?", the smaller shrugged, he as an Alpha didn't know how heats worked properly, he didn't know when they were over. There was only so much scent could tell you and being in his house the Omegas scent was everywhere, he smelled nice, relaxing, like home, it reminded him of his sister, the care she had for him.
"I don't know", he had expected that, and suspected that the Omega took more than he needed sometimes, "I want to sleep". He would have had no energy, there were books on heats and mating cycles, he had read many of them, determined to be able to help the older Omega. He knew that giving themselves up and the production of slick took an awful lot out of an Omega, once they had the knot of an Alpha, they only needed to recuperate.
"Sleep then." He wanted to watch him sleep, it helped him drift off, "I'll be here when you wake up", that was true he couldn't move for a while, but he wouldn't leave him in the middle of the night, he wasn't as cruel as people thought he was. The Omegas hair was soft, he liked running his fingers through it, it calmed him, it was odd how well this man completed him, but he shouldn't, they couldn't, they idea of a 'them' scared him.
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"Hey,", his voice sounds loud in the silence of his room the only other sound the ticking of his clock on the wall, "How are you doing?"
He doesn't get a response, turning his head to look at the man lying beside him, he wonders what's going through his head, worrying slightly. He was staring at his hands, they were shaking, it was a wonder what had him so worked up, he was a world champion for crying out loud, never failing to rub it in his face.
He nudged his foot with his own to catch his attention, the younger man turned onto his side, still in the bed, staring down at him, it would normally be captivating. He hummed in confusion at the action, "Yeah?", the old one giggled, cocking his head to the side his soaking hair tickled his forehead wet from sweat.
Even though the light was dim, he couldn't see much of his companion's face, he had memorised them previously, from watching him at work, watching him sleep, it was very hard not to look at him. His hair was too short for is liking, it was impossible to grab, and there was no fun in that, he liked to be able to pull while he was being fucked.
"I asked how you were feeling?", the taller younger man furrowed his eyebrows at him, he reached out hastily to stroke the smaller’s cheek, it was like he thought he'd break at the slightest pressure. The movement, with his fingers, was soft, feather like and it did genuinely almost fool him into thinking the younger man actually cared about him.
"Hmm, Shouldn't I be asking you that question?", His voice was barely a whisper, soft and sleepy, there was the smallest hint of a blue tint on his face, the colour of his badly painted walls reflecting in the slithers of light that broke through his equally tragic blinds.
He shoved him again, this time with his hands, rolling onto his back staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the laughing as he focused on the exposed beams with it's flaking paint. He had been meaning to take the steamer to it for months, remove the paint and leave the wood exposed and natural, but he had been so busy he hadn't managed to get round to it.
It was like the rest of his house, it needed to be refurbished, some bits needed little touch ups others needed a full treatment, he bought the fixer upper for its potential, not the work he had to do. Given he had no time he'd have been better with a new build, he almost regretted not buying a new build, he had the money and the chance, it seemed a little too clean for him.
"You've had a big year. I think it's completely valid for me to ask", the younger man sat up straight crossing his legs grimacing at the clicks they made, there was always a hope that they weren't signs of wear on their body's just yet. He reached up, arms above his head fingers pointing to the ceilings stretching them up then out to the side, forwards, backwards, his muscles flexing. It was really hard not to admire what he could see in the dim light before him, he really shouldn't be, but damn was he fit.
"Yeah", the way his lips moved when he spoke, "but you've just had your heat", the older adored the younger sometimes. It was true the older one, the Omega of the two men had just finished his heat, the younger being the Alpha had been helping him for years now, no strings attached, at least on one end.
He shrugged, whether the Alpha saw it or not was a different story, "Eh", he waved a hand about, "I'm fine, besides I'm used to them", he rested both his hands behind his head sighing, "I want to know how you are". The Alpha bit his lip, it was only just visible in the dim light, he never had been good at talking about himself, his emotions, not in that way he could be incredibly shy.
"Jorge"
Jorge looked at the smaller man, he shifted knowing that eventually he was expected to answer the question, it was only polite, even more so when it came from him. As an Alpha he was so inexplicably cliche in some of his mannerisms and others, so abnormal and unusual that it grew to be rather confusing.
"I'm fine", he looked at Jorge with disbelief, "really", he wasn't very good at being convincing, "or I will be, it's going to take some time to get everything in my head", he was weighted down by the pressure of last years performance and repeating it. "I'll get used to it", it was obvious Jorge didn't believe himself, he had never been very good at lying.
He didn't want to argue with Jorge, it was expected he'd have something going on in his head, he had won the championship for crying out loud. Given this was one of the few collective weeks of the year that they managed to get along, he didn't want to ruin it. It was nice having the help with his heats even if he had to hold back the urge to beg Jorge to mark him, he wanted Jorge to come back to him.
"Are you going home today?", the Omega sat up joining Jorge, stretching his arms slightly, he hoped to God the answer was no. Their knees touched, only just and he tried his best not to think too much about it, despite the fact that they'd been having sex numerous times over the last four days.
Jorge shrugged pulling some sort of face, he could only see the muscles moving slightly, "Eh, probably this afternoon I think, why?", if Jorge as waiting for him to ask him to say he didn't know, but neither was he willing to risk it. It would be horrible for him when
Jorge said no, then he'd be left alone wondering why he did what he did.
"Oh, I'm just wondering", he could tell Jorge didn't believe him, rightfully so, sometimes it was better to know when they were lying. "I don't think I have much food left"; he ran a hand through his hair, it felt really quite horrible and now he was aware of it, it would bother him to no end. "And I need a shower", he'd have to wait for Jorge to leave if he wanted to have a productive shower, if he wanted to get clean.
Jorge patted the Omegas knee, it took everything in him not to grab his hand, launch himself at him and devour him, begging him to fuck him senseless once again. "Although" he whispered, pausing in suspense watching to see if the darkness held any insight into what Jorge was thinking.
"I could maybe do with one more round".
He was definitely being cheeky asking for it, he didn't even need it really, but he hoped that Jorge wouldn't be able to tell because he was desperate. He wanted Jorge to want him regardless of his heat, regardless of how they fought and regardless of how clear the Alpha had made it at the start, no strings.
Jorge’s smirk, his facial expression would be filthy, it was painfully obvious that he liked the sex if nothing else about him. For now, that would do, he would be able to live with that, taking in the moments like this were he had a little bit of control over the situation, and it was a luxury, he'd make the most of it.
Jorge leaned in close to him, their cheeks touched, and he could feel the heat rising in his body, anticipation, Jorge whispered in his ear.
"Why of course Dani"
-
Jorge suspected that Dani was taking advantage of him in some way or another, for now he didn't mind, he loved the sex, for God he was delectable. Like a good breakfast in the morning, he didn't like to admit it, but he would easily set you up for the day. It was in the way Dani watched him, carefully, excruciatingly, like he was studying him, learning his every move, sometimes it made him uncomfortable.
He tried to convince himself that he wasn't sexually attracted to Dani, the idea that Dani, his body, his personality, turned him on made him want to fuck him, breed him and all sorts more confused him. He didn't like to think about it too much, it stressed him out and made him want to cry, he was a man, an Alpha he wasn't supposed to cry, or at least that's what he was told.
He noticed Dani cried, not in an excessive overbearing way, Jorge always found himself watching with wonder when he did, it was odd to him how beautiful he looked and how freely he did. His father always scolded him for it, he grew to be ashamed whenever he cried, and watching Dani he felt the need to protect him, let him know that he could cry.
Dani cried when he'd won a race, not so much in public but behind the scenes away from the camera, he cried, he also cried when he'd hurt himself, which was natural for people to do Jorge just seemed emotionally void.
What was more important to Jorge was how Dani cried during their time together, sometimes he was laughing, when Jorge managed to get him to laugh like that. Other times it was when they were having sex, during his heat when Jorge had teased him too much, when he made him wait 'too long' before fucking him.
Afterwards, when he was tired, exhausted, overwhelmed he'd cry, it was overly sweet, silent tears and Jorge got to hold him, a little bit of aftercare he told himself, it doesn't mean anything. He watched Dani laying in bed as he got up, downstairs to get some coffee, leaving the sight of the Omega behind, his scent would still be there, this was his house after all. Dani would be upstairs sorting out the bedsheets, Jorge hoped he'd be disappointed that their combination would be no more.
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Dani groaned hiding his face in the bedsheets, in the pillowcase that Jorge had been using, he dreaded changing his bedsheets after a heat. He loved how they smelled like the both of them, how Jorge was present in his house, he thought they blended so well together, it was painful for him to remove it.
He prayed Jorge wouldn't catch him like this, with Jorge approach to their arrangement it would be possibly detrimental. Jorge was here for the sex, he never failed to remind Dani of it, it was drilled into his head, sometimes Dani wondered if Jorge was saying it to convince himself.
It was a miracle he never fell down the stairs, he couldn't see where he was going, the collective of sheets too big for him to see over. He knew the layout of his house rather well by now, he was fairly confident he could navigate it blind, and without the trail of coffee coming from the kitchen.
"I made you coffee", Dani looked at Jorge over the bedsheets stumbling over a shoe he didn't know was there as he carried them into the kitchen. They could be so in sync sometimes it would be forgiven to assume that they lived together, Jorge caught one of the pillowcases he dropped handing it back to him.
"Oh, thank you", Dani took the pillowcase from him, grabbing the coffee one everything had been squeezed into the washing machine. He had to pay extra attention to his actions making sure that he didn't drink any of the fabric softener, "Do you want breakfast?".
Jorge hummed handing him the washing powder, "Yes please.", Dani really hoped he would have a decent amount of food. His fridge was horrifically desolate, "what do you have?", Dani held out the egg carton for him to see, there wasn't even any bacon, he hoped there some in the freezer.
"I think it's just this, I don't even know if they're in date", Dani cringed at the date of the cream, it looked rather slimy, he didn't even try to pour it down the sink. Jorge laughed, his was it a beautiful sound, it always made Dani smile, not that he'd admit it, even Dani wasn't comfortable taking things that far at the moment.
Jorge sat at his dining table, reading the paper, it wasn't the most recent one, but he reminded him of his father, he'd save the papers up through the week and read them on a Sunday morning. The difference with Jorge was that he'd read out loud the bits of news he considered to be interesting and then proceeded to butcher the crosswords. It had such a domestic feel to it whenever he asked Dani for help with it, he had to try not get excited or carried away, it wasn't going to happen.
"Here some Scrambled Eggs, do you want some salt?", Jorge looked up at him through his eyelashes, the eye contact was so intense Dani needed to force his gaze away. He shook his head no, he left Jorge too it, eating his own out of the pan, it stayed warmer that way and he would need to do less dishes.
"This is always so good", Jorge practically moaned, Dani dug his fingernails into his palm, "How do you do it?". Dani shrugged, he didn't do anything spectacular, this one was basic he didn't have anything he could add to it unless you count carrots.
"Oh,", Dani glared at him as he picked some out of the pan with his fingers, "I don't do anything special", Jorge narrowed his eyes at him, taking the slice of toast Dani was holding out for him and returning to the table.
"Do you want to do anything today?"
Dani didn't actually know what they were going to do, he just wanted to prolong the time he had with Jorge, "like what?". It wasn't like they were short of options, they lived close to Barcelona so there was plenty to do.
"I don't know", Jorge frowned at him, there was an awkward silence as Dani hoped Jorge would say something. "Sorry, I just thought it'd be a nice idea", Dani wanted to hide, fall into a hole and disappear he should have known it would have been too much to ask.
"You don't have to apologise", Dani found himself freezing as Jorge almost grabbed his hand, "It's a good idea, I was just thinking". Dani could only focus on Jorge’s fingers lying so close to his on the counter, he would only need to move his pinky slightly for them to touch again.
"Oh", Dani felt like even more of an idiot now, it was impossible to tell what Jorge was thinking, and yet he assumed. "Sorry", Jorge sighed, Dani wasn't too sure what at, but he cringed nonetheless, he wasn't doing very well this morning.
"We could go to Andorra", Dani looked at Jorge, "I mean it'll be quieter there", so no one will see you with me, right. Dani cursed himself, of course that's why he wanted to go there, not because he thought it would be nice or that Dani might like it, but because people wouldn't know who they were, was Jorge really that embarrassed to be seen with him.
He didn't want to let his mind win, or Jorge win, he wasn't going to let it get him down, there were drawbacks to his 'relationship' with Jorge and it just seemed like this was going to be one of them.
"Okay" he agreed to go not saying much else.