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Tyler knew he wasn’t going to be rooming with any of his teammates. The hotel rooms they were using were for two and Chara and Thomas would definitely be rooming together. He let himself be directed to his room, idly looking up the name he was given as his roommate on his phone. He knew Jamie Benn was a young alpha playing for the Dallas Stars, putting up good stats for his team, but that was about it.
As he heard it, sorting out rooming for the All Star Game was notoriously tricky. They usually opted for putting teammates together, and when they couldn’t do that, like dynamics. But even that caused problems, as occasionally you heard of two alphas together in the same room causing aggression. Betas were usually good picks for rooming with alphas, and omegas usually roomed with other omegas.
Tyler was surprised that they’d put him with an alpha, but as he walked through the hotel, shaking hands with other players, greeting old friends, he found that there were very few omegas invited this year.
It took him a good hour to get to his room, after meeting with the necessary people, finding his baggage and getting his pass, and he was surprised to see that he was the first to arrive. He hesitated before choosing the bed by the window. His omega instincts wanting him to wait for Jamie to decide where he wanted to sleep first, but he shook his head and claiming the space. He hadn’t heard of Jamie as being a particularly dominating alpha and if it turned out to be a problem, Tyler was willing to move.
His initial assumption had been right, because as he was hanging his suits, he heard the door open to the room. Jamie introduced himself, they shook hands and he easily made his way over to the available bed.
Tyler let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. In Boston, all of the Alphas were very traditional, strong and enforcing types who dominated the space. For some omegas, it made them weak. In Tyler’s case, it had made him stronger. Though he had trouble holding eye contact when his captain was angry, he was able to meet and hold the gaze of most alphas he met. Some reacted to this with respect, others with resentment towards an omega who didn’t know his place.
Jamie was not a traditional alpha. He asked Tyler how his flight was, pleased that he was rooming with a fellow Canadian, making jokes. Tyler knew he was going to like him.
They went downstairs together, changed out of their travelling clothes and into media suits. After that they branched off, Tyler going with his teammates, and Jamie off to do an interview.
Time flew by and Tyler was ushered from place to place, interviews, meeting fans, shaking hands, and taking pictures. He finally got a break an hour before the draft, heading up to his room to grab some stuff. He found Jamie up there, who offered him an easy smile. “How’d it go down there?”
Tyler laughed, “Just a good old time” he said, shaking his head a bit.
Jamie smiled as he dug around in his bag. He made to pass Tyler to get into the bathroom, but paused. Tyler gave him a questioning look.
“Are you okay?” Jamie asked.
Tyler frowned, “Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know,” Jamie paused, looking embarrassed, then pressed on, “you smell different”.
Tyler quirked an eyebrow at him. He felt great, media with the fans always made him feel a bit of a buzz. That and it was considered rude to smell someone you don’t know really well.
Jamie blushed a bit, probably knowing exactly what he was thinking, then shook his head and shrugged. “Fine, but if you end up vomiting later, don’t come crying to me.”
Tyler laughed and shook it off. They kicked around for a bit, getting ready. Eventually the excitement of the day wore off and Tyler realized that he did feel a little off. Not bad, just a little flushed. He took a couple of Advils just in case, flipping Jamie off with a smile as he received a knowing look, and texted Chara about meeting him downstairs to go to the draft together.
The event went great, Jamie and Tyler ended up on Chara’s team, and they smiled to each other in acknowledgement. Tyler was the subject of some friendly chirping, and it was altogether a good time. Throughout the night, he did feel a little off, but not in a bad way. He though of what Jamie had said as he found himself squished between two alphas, and he wondered if they could smell what Jamie had smelled, but shook it off. The smell of the alphas around him was so thick that there was no way anyone would notice if he smelt a little different.
Afterwards, everyone kind of split off, all going up to their rooms to change, some arranging to meet to go out after for drinks. Tyler felt hot and a little sweaty and had to force himself to focus as his new teammates tried to talk him into going out with them. Tyler nodded, not really hearing it their words, just waiting for an opportunity to get away.
As he made his way out of the room, Chara cut him off, giving him a questioning look.
Tyler just shrugged.
Chara tilted Tyler's chin up gently to inspect him, seeming satisfied as he let go, then felt his forehead and cheeks lightly. Tyler pressed into his hand, seeking the cool feeling against his flushed face.
“Are you okay?” Chara asked.
Tyler nodded, then remembered that Chara preferred verbal responses when he asked questions. “Yes. Maybe. I feel a little off.”
Chara nodded, pulling his hand back. “Stay in tonight, get some rest. Come to me if you need.”
Tyler could hear the command in his voice and nodded. “Alright, thank you.”
Chara nodded, satisfied, and ran his fingers lightly through Tyler’s hair before patting him on the shoulder and walking away.
Tyler took a cab back to the hotel, where he found that most of the players had cleared out. Everyone it seemed, but Jamie. Tyler joined him by the elevator.
Jamie bumped shoulders with him. “Hey roomie.”
Tyler smiled as best as he could, feeling worse by the minute. He tried to think of all the things he had done today and wondered if he had maybe gotten dehydrated in the flurry of activity.
Jamie looked concerned as the elevator reached the lobby. They climbed inside and Jamie pressed the button for their room on one of the higher floors. “You’re not feeling better.” It wasn’t a question.
Tyler shook his head.
Inside the closed elevator, Jamie’s scent was filling up the space and getting into his head. It was strangely attractive and he was no longer flushing with the heat of what he though was an oncoming fever.
Tyler froze, then groaned in embarrassment. He thumped back against the elevator wall.
Jamie cursed and reached out to catch him, pulling him up straight. Suddenly he flinched, probably catching Tyler’s scent in the enclosed space. “Shit, Tyler.” He said, one hand gripping Tyler to keep him steady on his feet, the other reaching up to block his nose.
The damage, however, had already been done. Tyler was breathing hard, pleasure pooling in his stomach. Worst of all, he could smell Jamie’s interest. Tyler reached out and hit the button for the trainer’s floor, hoping to be anywhere but here.
“Tyler, what the fuck is happening, why aren’t you on suppressants?” Jamie said.
Instead of answering, Tyler punched at the trainer’s floor button again. Jamie caught his hand the third time. “It won’t go back down until it gets to our floor, let’s just get off. We'll call someone and sort this out, okay?”
Tyler nodded. Unthinkingly he reached up, pulling Jamie down to buried his face in his neck. Tyler couldn't help it, he was starting to fill out and Jamie smelt fucking good.
Jamie yelped in surprise as Tyler pulled him closer, breathing definitely laboured.
“Ty, listen to me. Tyler.” Jamie's hands dropped to Tyler’s hips to stop an further movement.
Tyler pulled back and groaned in dismay.
“I know bud, but we’re almost at our floor and you’re not in your right mind. Let’s get back to our room, okay?”
Tyler nodded, focusing on Jamie’s lips to try to figure out what he was saying. Jamie just sighed, and as the elevator doors swung open, he helped support Tyler as they made their way to their room. Thankfully the hallway was empty, but even if there was someone there, Tyler wouldn’t have noticed. He was just focuses on how fucking hard he’d gotten and how good Jamie smelt.
They got to the room and Jamie shut the door behind them, locking it. Tyler could smell how turned on he was, how much restraint he was demonstrating in the face of an omega going into heat.
Tyler whimpered as Jamie helped him sit down onto his bed. “What do you need me to do Tyler?”
Tyler rubbed himself once, slowly over his pants, but stopped as he noticed Jamie watching.
Jamie's eyes were growing dark and pants tenting noticeably himself. Fuck, this wasn’t fair.
Tyler shuddered and forced himself to place both of his hands on his bed and gritted his teeth before answering. “I need the small bag in the closet, and a phone to call my trainer.”
“Is that really what you need right now?” Jamie asked.
Tyler laughed, “The alternative is you fuck me senseless into this bed until I’m begging for it.”
Tyler was almost painfully hard, and Jamie shuddered, obviously affected by all the hormones being put off into the room.
“I… I could” Jamie said, his voice small.
Tyler blinked. “What?”
Jamie blushed and looked away, but pushed on, “I—I could do it. I’ve helped people through their heat back at home. I could help you, we wouldn’t have to tell anyone.”
Tyler reached down and adjusted himself in his pants, moaning lightly. Jamie bit his bottom lip gently as he watched. Tyler liked that, liked the way Jamie was looking at him, and he was hard, so fucking hard. It pained him to even think about turning Jamie, a willing alpha who was just as turned on as he was, away.
Before Tyler could answer, Jamie pressed on. “How about I jerk you off. After that your head will be a little clearer, you can give me your answer then. That okay?”
Tyler moaned and nodded enthusiastically. Jamie smiled and leaned down to press their lips together, maybe little roughly. Tyler moaned and opened his mouth to Jamie, melting into the contact, too horny to care how easy he was being. Jamie settled himself on top of him, letting Tyler push up against him a couple of times. Jamie encouraged him quietly as Tyler's breathing got heavy.
Finally Jamie flipped them over and sat up, so that Tyler was straddling his lap.
Tyler planted another open mouth kiss on Jamie, his mouth hot. He was beginning to get impatient, grinding his hips against Jamie’s stomach, admiring how solid he felt. He was on the verge of coming when Jamie stopped him, holding his hips tight. Tyler let out a quiet groan, and Jamie gave him a quick kiss on his jaw in apology.
“Soon Ty,” he whispered, “now turn around and sit on my lap.”
Tyler scrambled to comply, his body burning with need. Jamie smiled and planted quick kisses along his back and up his neck before nipping at Tyler’s earlobe. Tyler moaned and grinded back into Jamie, who let out a moan of his own.
Jamie laughed breathlessly, holding on tight to Tyler’s hips, “You play nice and listen or I’m going to make you wait.” He whispered into Tyler’s ear.
Tyler whimpered and nodded.
Jamie smiled and ran his hand teasing up Tyler’s thigh, letting his fingers ghost up the outline of Tyler’s cock under his pants. Tyler tried to thrust up into his touch to get more friction, but Jamie held him down.
Jamie laughed, “What did I say? Should I make you wait?"
Tyler whimpered and shook his head.
Jamie made little 'tut'ing sounds. “Answer me Tyler, I need to hear your voice.”
Tyler gasped, “No Jamie, please.”
Tyler could hear the smile in his voice as Jamie spoke, “Please what?”
Tyler whimper, “Please let me come, please.”
Jamie seemed satisfied, because he reached down and undid Tyler’s pants, sliding them off him onto the floor. Next he stripped Tyler of his shirt and everything else, so that Tyler was sitting naked on a very fully dressed Jamie, shaking with need. His ass was dripping with slick, probably onto Jamie’s nice clothing, but if that was the case, Jamie said nothing.
Instead Jamie reached down and grabbed Tyler’s cock and started stroking it. Tyler would have been satisfied with his own fist and a knotting dildo going off of how hard he’d got, but fuck. It turned him on so much that Jamie was taking the time to tease him the way that he liked. He couldn’t remember the last time someone took the time to learn how to make him orgasm the way he wanted to.
Tyler bucked when Jamie’s fingers ghosted over his slit and turned into a begging mess.
Jamie sighed happily and kissed his jaw. “You don’t have to ask permission to come, Ty. This is about you, do what you need to do.”
Tyler’s happy sigh shuddered as he started to meet Jamie’s thrusts with his hips, the rhythm getting faster until finally—finally—Tyler cried out as he came.
“Fuck” Tyler breathed out, panting hard.
Jamie laughed, “How’re you feeling?”
Tyler laughed and then flinched as Jamie slid him from his lap and onto the bed.
“No, stay.” Tyler said as Jamie got up.
Jamie smiled, “I’m just going to grab a facecloth.”
Tyler nodded and inhaled deeply. The room smelt like him and would probably have to be aired out before it’s used by the next guests. Jamie came back with the damp facecloth and washed him up. Tyler shuddered, still sensitive as Jamie wiped him down. That’s when Tyler noticed Jamie was still fully hard. He propped himself up tiredly onto his elbows.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” Tyler asked, licking his lips.
Jamie shook his head, “Let’s take care of you first” he said as he finished washing him down.
It was quite between them for a few moments, before Tyler broke it by clearing his throat. Jamie looked up at him expectantly.
“I would… I mean, if you still wanted to, I’d really enjoy—I guess what I’m asking is if you wouldn’t mind—“
Jamie cut him off, “Yes”.
Tyler smiled and pulled Jamie down for a kiss, letting it turn sloppy as he started getting hard again.
Jamie pulled back, “Wait, if there anything I should know? Anything you like?”
Tyler paused, thinking. “Well, if you go into the closet and find my small bag, it has things to help. It usually only lasts a couple of hours.”
Jamie nodded and went to grab the things Tyler had described. “Is there anything…” Tyler paused, not sure if it was proper etiquette to ask the alpha, then continued, “anything I could do for you?”
Jamie smiled and pushed the damp hair back from Tyler’s forehead. “You’re already doing it. You just let me know if at any point you need me to stop, okay? Don’t be shy to ask for things.”
Tyler shivered and tried to remember the last time someone had been so considerate with him.
Throughout the night, Jamie brought him to orgasm him 4 more times, all in different ways. First with his fingers, using only three to leave Tyler writhing on the bed, then by blowing him, then with a knotting dildo and finally with his own thick knot. The whole time, Jamie didn’t come once, waiting until he was bottomed out inside of Tyler to finally reach an orgasm. Tyler shuddered on the bed bellow him, face pressed into the sheets, which were a mess with his come, hands pinned behind his back. Jamie had made him wait again, until he was begging for release, finally crying out when he got it.
Tyler shuddered through his orgasm, before going still under Jamie. The tell-tale signs of his ending heat taking effect. Jamie let go of Tyler's arms and ran his hands admiringly down Tyler’s back. Jamie's fingers passed over a couple of small bruises, making Tyler shiver.
Jamie sighed and tested his knot, making Tyler moan lightly as he moved inside him. Satisfied, he settled down on top of Tyler and adjusting them, so that he was curled up against his back, an arm draped around Tyler’s middle.
Tyler hummed happily, his heat breaking and exhaustion finally settling into his body. Jamie ran a hand through his hair and kissed his shoulder affectionately. “You okay?” he asked.
Tyler nodded sleepily. “We’ll be stuck like this for a little while” he said.
Jamie hummed in agreement. “Were you scheduled to go into heat this week?” he asked gently.
Tyler tensed, suddenly remembering why he had a reason to be embarrassed, and buried his face into the mattress. “No” he moaned, “Jamie, I’m so sorry.”
Jamie ran his hand up and down Tyler’s arm a few times. “It’s fine, not the worst way I could be spending my Friday night.”
Tyler shook his head, “I kept you from going out with the team.”
Jamie snorted, “Don’t be stupid, there’s always tomorrow. The real party is tomorrow," he said, trying to tease a smile out of Tyler. "Try not to go into heat again tomorrow night too, alright?”
Tyler’s face flushed, but he was pleased. His scent finally settled, returning to normal. “I’m so fucking embarrassed” he mumbled into the sheets.
Jamie laughed, “Do you know what happened?”
Tyler shook his head, “I don’t know, my last heat was two weeks ago, it shouldn’t have happened this week. I think it’s all the alphas. I’m never surrounded by so many alphas for this long.”
Jamie hummed in agreement, “That makes sense. Tomorrow we should both go see your trainer, tell him what happened.”
Tyler nodded and yawned. They fell into silence after that. It wasn't uncomfortable. They said like that until Jamie’s knot went down enough for him to gently pull it out of Tyler, who moaned quietly at the loss.
Jamie got up, making Tyler pout. He sincerely hoped that Jamie was not one of those alphas who left right after to sleep in his own bed. But a few moments later, the bed bowed with Jamie’s weight. He gently rolled Tyler over and handed him a Gatorade from the fridge and helped clean him up. Then he guided Tyler to his clean bed and nestled him up against his chest under the sheets. Tyler practically squirmed with happiness.
“Is there anything else you like to do after a heat?” Jamie asked him softly.
Tyler opened his mouth to respond, then decided against it and buried his face in Jamie’s chest.
Jamie sighed, “Tyler, just tell me. I promise I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable with it or it’s too much.”
Tyler flushed. “Could you… if it’s okay with you, could you maybe feed me tomorrow morning? Here?”
Jamie paused. Tyler tensed, waiting for the rejection, but it didn’t come. “I’d love to.” Jamie said, kissing Tyler’s head gently.
That night, the soft sound of Tyler’s purring put them both to sleep.