A Walk in the Park

by sometimesimeow

Summary:

Kyle Walker is living his best life. That is all.

Sequel to Solid as a Rock.

Their first time after three months was intense.

The two of them abstained from having sex on doctor’s orders, but now, two-month-old Riaan was sleeping soundly in his crib without a care to mommy and daddy’s “private time.”

“Are you ready?” Kyle asked.

John was trembling. Kyle had taken his time on him, prying him open with his finger so his tongue could get in deep. He must have spent a full hour lapping up every single drop of omega honey he could get. It defeated the purpose of getting John wet, but John didn’t mind. He just liked having Kyle inside him.

“Yes,” John answered. “Please, Kyle,” he begged so tearfully that Kyle’s cock jumped. Then, as if to prove a point, John grabbed the back of his legs and held them apart—his pulsing cunt open and on display.

“Beautiful,” Kyle whispered in awe. He kissed John and positioned his cock against John’s opening. John whimpered as his alpha’s dick rubbed and pressed against his freshly licked slit. John almost let go when he felt the head of Kyle’s cock, but instead dug his fingers in deeper in his thighs.

“Fuck, this is it,” Kyle groaned as the first inch of his cock entered John. John’s lower half shook from the sensation. Kyle knew John felt tighter when he fingered him, but he didn’t expect John to feel this snug.  “I can’t…I can’t tell you how good you feel, baby. You feel so good. So good.” Kyle pushed more of his cock inside while John’s cunt tightened up further. “Relax, John. Baby, relax. I can’t get inside you if you keep…wow, if you keep, uh, pushing me out.” Honestly, it took everything in Kyle’s power not to bottom out, balls deep.

John looked up at him with those wet blues again, and Kyle could have come from looking at them alone. But then, John nodded, so touched starve that his cunt gave the slightest bit of give, and Kyle, well, Kyle lost it.

Kyle pushed in completely, and the way John felt stretched open made it feel like he was getting split into two. Nothing stopped John from making his alpha feel good, and the slender omega tried to spread his long legs further to take it in deeper. He wanted to feel all of Kyle.

The feeling of John wrapped around him was beyond amazing. His cunt had the hottest, wettest suction, pulling him in deeper with each thrust.  Kyle continued to move in and out, fucking steadily into John’s tight cunt just to have him thrash and writhe underneath him in pleasure.

Kyle couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be between John’s legs. “Look how beautiful you are,” he breathed out. “I can’t believe it, I can’t believe how well you’re taking my dick, god your cunt is just sucking me in, it’s so, fuck, wow…” Kyle kissed John again to stop his own babbling.

John’s stifled moans got louder as Kyle fucked him deeper, but the sound was drowned out by the heavy balls slapping against John’s soft cunt.

“Gonna make you feel me for days, and when you forget, gonna fuck you full with a baby. My omega,” Kyle promised, before rolling his hips back until his pre-knot was caught inside John’s open. “All mine. Forever.”

The sweet little keen John made was heartwarming but became a sharp, high-pitched shriek when Kyle made one final push to the hilt. John had no strength left and dropped his legs, but Kyle was already prepared, gripping his body and holding him apart, in the same open position. John’s pussy clenched repeatedly as the knot formed inside him.

A lot of people thought knotting was a stationary act. Stick it and stay, but Kyle loved the slow pumps he could do with his hips to press against an omega’s insides, letting them know he was still there, and he was going to make sure all his come was covering his insides completely. 

“Do you like that, John?” Kyle asked, “Do you like me pumping you full? Like knowing I can give you another baby over and over and over again?” Kyle emphasized each word with another thrust, and his knot started to swell bigger until he eventually came inside John’s womb.

John came, almost mindless by the time the knot had fully formed. It had been so long, and Kyle knew John was aching for dick the second John took off his shirt. He couldn’t keep his hands off Kyle, grabbing his biceps, pawing at his dick—completely lost to the thought of having Kyle inside him again.

Kyle had never felt so loved.

Now, John was underneath him, wrecked moans spilling from his lips, so weak that they couldn’t form words. His face was filled with bliss and his cunt was twitching, so sensitive and raw, but still waiting for Kyle to deflate so they could go another round.

Kyle knew John missed those nights of seemingly endless, passionately love-making where all they would do is fuck and suck until the day broke. He’d still have to ease John into it, having gone so long without sex, but Kyle was prepared to try, and he knew John was too.

After a short period of snug perfection, Kyle was finished emptying his load. He was still hard when he left John, earning the smallest complaint when he pulled out. His cock was followed by a thick string of cum connecting both ends. Kyle rested astride and kissed him as an apology.

“Rest a little, okay. We can go again later.”

“Hmm…” John protested. “But I can do it again.” He tried to reach for Kyle’s dick, and it twitched just being in the vicinity of John’s hand.

Stupid dick, Kyle thought.

Kyle distracted his omega with a kiss, which the younger man accepted gratefully. They made out leisurely, pushing their bodies closer so that their chests were touching. When they parted, Kyle looked longingly into his beautiful omega’s eyes and praised him a thousand times over, making John swoon.

“I love you,” John told him, shy while fluttering his long, blonde lashes bashfully.

Kyle’s heart flipped over the moon at how beautiful his John was and proceeded to pepper him with more kisses while his fingers found more places to touch. They ended up making love a second time that night and were almost on their third round when they decided to take it easy. Both slept soundly, side by side, with Kyle the first to fall asleep with nothing on his mind but his beautiful omega.

Life was good, and Kyle couldn’t say he had any doubts it would be.

Unlike John, Kyle couldn’t wait to tell his parents the good news. Family was everything to the alpha. He credited them with his success every chance he got, citing that without their support he’d be nothing, either as a player or as a man. Kyle knew he could count on their smiles when he told them about the newest member of the Walker family.

“Oh Kyle!” His mother exclaimed in excitement. “I’m becoming a grandmother?”

Kyle puffed up his chest in pride. The family—his mother and sister primary, with his father behind him, patting him on the shoulder—enveloped into a large, group hug.

“You’re taking this pretty well,” his father praised. 

“Yeah, of course! I’m becoming a dad!” Kyle beamed.  “With my best friend! Who wouldn’t be happy?”

“Annie must be thrilled,” his mother noted, she looked around, as if expecting Kyle’s ex to pop up from the ground. “Is she coming around soon?”  

Kyle froze. Then, he coughed. “Uh, well, she won’t be coming around. We kind of, well, broke up.”

His mother paused. Everyone remained quiet. Finally, his mother asked, “Is Annie…not pregnant?”

“Uh, no. She’s not. If she is, it’s not mine.”

“So, you got someone else pregnant,” his sister surmised. “And she broke up with you.”

“No!” Kyle protested. “She didn’t break up with me. No, wait, we broke up before. Well not, before, but like, we didn’t know he was pregnant—”

“He? Who’s he?”

“John."

“John?” His mother repeated. “John Stones? Your teammate?” She said the last part hesitantly. 

Confused, Kyle told them yes. “Yeah, that’s what I said.” He was sure he told him he got his best friend pregnant. Who else could it be?

“You got your teammate pregnant?”

“Yeah, but we didn’t know it could happen. It was practically a miracle, I swear—”

“How…” Kyle watched his mother rub her temples. “Kyle Andrew Walker.”

Kyle tensed up. Nothing good ever came from his full name being used.

“What do you mean ‘miracle?’ How is your baby a miracle?”

Kyle’s brain boiled trying to think of a suitable explanation for what happened, but there was no good way for someone to discuss their sex lives with their mothers. Nonetheless, Kyle persevered. He remembered that while yes, this was his mother, she was also his mother. She knew him better than anyone. She would understand.

So, Kyle told his parents the truth, making sure they were aware of John’s asshole ex and how much Kyle needed to be there for his best friend through “a really difficult time.” He explained that it started off as friendly, as a means of comfort, to make John feel adored and loved as an omega because Kyle knew John, and he knew how John deserved to be treated, sort of how all omegas should be treated but better. “Because it’s John,” Kyle insisted, “And he deserves everything,” a declaration which made his mother soften. He told them the physical aspect of their relationship may seem unnecessary, but it made John feel safe. “I wanted to protect him,” Kyle told them. “John even said that he could stay in my arms forever, and that would be the only thing he needed to make him happy.” He never said that about his boyfriend. Regardless of what anyone said at the time, Kyle was making John feel loved, which he hadn’t felt for a long, long time. Kyle would go as far as to say John‘s alpha didn’t care about him. At least with Kyle, “Someone could finally put John first.”

So, Kyle thought about what would make John the happiest, and that was sex, but they couldn’t have sex because John wanted to be loyal. “But being loyal didn’t make him happy so what was I supposed to do?” Kyle sighed. “Let him suffer?”

Instead, Kyle’s brain worked harder than it ever did on anything to find a solution. “I thought about it. I really, really thought about it. I used my head and everything.” Kyle promised his parents because they had told him repeatedly that he needed to think before he acted or else he’d keep getting into trouble.  So, Kyle did think, and he came up with all the exceptions to sex. Exceptions that worked. Exceptions that made sense to him and John. He solved it. “Nothing ever felt wrong. There was no way we were supposed to know it was cheating.” Kyle’s sister opened her mouth to speak, but Kyle powered on, telling them how they discovered what they were doing was sex. Even then, they weren’t quite sure. “Because you know, it was Bernardo, and Bernardo and right shouldn’t be in the same sentence.” A second opinion, a pregnancy test, and a raided house later, and Kyle was here, telling his parents about how their grandchild came to be.

No one remained silent when he was done.

Kyle frowned when he saw his family’s immediate reactions. Nothing was particularly favorable from the range of a less than enthused response from his father, a rather uncalled-for chortle of “you’re so fucking dumb, Kyle” from his sister, and his mother’s regretful yet resigned musing of how she “shouldn’t have let him skip so much school.” 

They continued to take the piss out of Kyle, ignoring the alpha during their roasting. Then, his sister turned to him. “But seriously, are we even surprised?” She asked them.

Kyle didn’t even have time to be insulted. Instead, everyone started to laugh, and soon, Kyle laughed with them. The mood had shifted. Smiles filled the room.

His father grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close as he used to after a Sheffield game.

“No,” his father said first. “I expected nothing less from this kid.”

“Good for you, Kyle. Getting John away from that man.” Mrs. Walker hugged her son again. “I know how much you care about him.”

“Alphas who can’t treat their omegas right don’t deserve them,” his father added.  “You did the right thing…in the end. Even taking responsibility for your baby.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Kyle told them, almost insulted they expected anything less. “That’s my baby!”

“Yes,” His mother kissed his cheek. “Yes, it is.”  

Kyle grinned. Almost immediately, his mother started to fuss. She talked about meal planning and baby prepping and meeting John, and making sure he was taken care of. “The first baby is always the hardest!” She told him. “Oh, he must be so scared! Where is he now? Oh, don’t tell me you left him alone in that big house of yours. “

“He’s with our friends,” Kyle explained hastily. “I told him I was telling you guys, and he said I should do it alone, uh, it should be a family thing.”

His mother looked just as convinced as he did by the explanation. “John is family now. You go set up a date when we can meet him. I won’t take no for an answer,” she clarified. She told her daughter to get off her ass and help her in the kitchen. They needed to make food for Kyle to take home.

Their departure left the two alphas alone, which must have been planned because Kyle’s father immediately asked him to sit down. “I think we should have a talk.”

Kyle shrugged and sat.

“Now, I know you’re excited about becoming a father.”

“It’s the best thing that could’ve happened to me,” Kyle told him. “God, I already feel great. I know alphas are supposed to, but John’s only a few weeks along, and everything is buzzing. John just feels…you know.”

“Oh, I know,” His father wriggled his eyebrows. “Best 18 months of my marriage.”

Kyle groaned, much to his father’s amusement.

“But are you ready?”

“Yeah, I mean, we have a doctor. And I bought diapers, and water, because you know omegas need to stay hydrated, and toys—shit, you should see some of the toys they have for kids now, we were looking up the latest games and—"

“Okay, okay, slow down. I get it,” His father let out a hardy laugh. “But being a father is more than being a provider. You have to be there.” His smile turned almost sad. “One of my biggest regrets was not being there for you and your sister enough.”

“You had to work.” Kyle shrugged. “You did what you had to do.” He never forgot how hard his parents worked to get them off the estates and afford Kyle’s football equipment. They weren’t at every game he played, but Kyle never forgot the sacrifices they made—and that included time with their children.

“I’m glad you understand.” Then, his father sighed. “I know you want the best for your kid, and you’ll work for it. But, at the end of the day, there’s no point getting your boy the newest trainers if there’s no one to kick the ball with.”

“I mean, I get it, but we’ll be there.”

His father chuckled. “I’m sure you will.”

Their heart-to-heart ended when his mother came out of the kitchen to ask what John’s favorite dish was so they could share it at home. He told her Shephard’s Pie, which she smiled and said she’d make the best one he’d ever tasted. His father shifted the conversation to sports, and the two began to talk about the current season.

It wasn’t until John and Kyle were back at practice that the realization hit him. Kyle and John worked long hours as footballers. They were at Etihad most of the day and playing most of the year. They barely had time off post-season until they were back, training for the pre-season to get ready for the new season. There was no ‘kid’ season or ‘family’ season or ‘John and Kyle season.’  What if they weren’t there for their kid? 

Kyle wasn’t used to worrying, but he was hesitant to ask the other parents on his team for advice. They were just as close to John as they were to him—maybe more so. Kyle doesn’t know what goes on in the omega showers. No matter how many people try to tell him that all his sexy shower theories are just fantasies, Kyle wasn’t entirely convinced that they weren’t wrestling in the water to 90s music in the background. Point was, they shared a bond that Kyle, an alpha, couldn’t really understand unless he was in there wrestling with them.

Which, after numerous requests, was not an option.

Instead, Kyle talked to other alphas he knew, from Manchester City to the England team. All the guys he asked gave solid, conventional advice on the importance of a work-life balance and discussed how fatherhood was the most rewarding and difficult job in the world. Listening to the dedication these players had towards their children was good for Kyle. The alpha agreed he needed to hear it, but it wasn’t until he spoke to Hugo Lloris that he understood what he wanted to hear.

Initially, Kyle was reluctant to contact Hugo. It wasn’t that Kyle disliked his former captain. They got along fine as teammates, and Kyle even looked up to him at Spurs. There were just a few, small, pretty much inconsequential details about Hugo that struck Kyle as…off. Whether it was how his dead expression instantly morphed into a rage after a poor defensive maneuver, or how his controlled, pragmatic laughter never seemed to reach his eyes, the man unsettled Kyle.

Hugo had not changed since their last meeting—if anything, Hugo seemed more intense. When Kyle told him about the dilemma, Hugo immediately pulled out his phone and showed Kyle the thousands of pictures and videos of Lamela and their son. There were so many candid shots that Kyle wondered if Lamela was even aware someone was watching him. Neither answer would make him comfortable, and so he opted not to think about it at all.

“The best advice I can give is don’t be jealous,” Hugo advised, which made Kyle incredibly nervous because out of all the things he was feeling from becoming a father, jealousy was not one of them. “Even when it seems like all your omega’s time will be taken up by the baby, just be reassured that a baby means you get to see a version of your omega you’ve never seen before. And that baby will be the most perfect baby in the world. Because he will be your omega. But smaller. And that is a good thing.”  

“…I was never jealous.”

Hugo stopped scrolling through his pictures. The French goalkeeper stared at Kyle as if assessing him for a lie. Then, when he realized that indeed, the thought of jealousy never crossed Kyle’s mind, he frowned.

 “…oh,” Hugo said, calmly. He returned to his phone immediately. Before Kyle could comment, Hugo pulled up a video of Lamela and their baby. While donning matching, yellow swim trunks, the two counted down to three, ending with a cute, pitchy “Je t’aime papa!” that melted Kyle’s heart.

“It’s my ringtone.” Having hooked him, Hugo proceeded to tell Kyle that if he was lucky, he’d have an omega too. “Then, you’ll have two Johns giving you kisses.”

Kyle choked. Two Johns? His mind immediately imagined a mini-John, crying for his daddy to pick him up, telling him he loved him the most in the world before planting a kiss on his cheek. The scene was followed by his John appearing out of nowhere to kiss the other side and asking him if daddy wanted to “play” today. Any doubts of being there for his son were gone, because how was he ever going to leave a baby John alone? He couldn’t even leave his big John alone!

Kyle thanked Hugo for this talk and rushed home. As soon as he saw John in the kitchen, sneaking bites of his mother’s chocolate cake, he lifted him up high, much to the delight of John, and shouted.

“I can’t wait to be a dad!” Kyle exclaimed.

***

When Riaan was born, it felt like he came a decade too late. Kyle never knew what he was missing until he had his little boy in his arms. “I love you so much,” he told him every single day, and every single time, Riaan would reach out to grab his daddy’s face. Kyle had to kiss him when this happened, and he would respond with smiles and more kisses.

“You know, you’re the second person who does that,” Kyle sighed.

“Does what?”

Kyle turned around and saw John preparing the nappy bag. Kyle, still holding their baby in his arms, walked up and kissed him. John smiled and giggled in response. “That.”

“You’re so corny.” John rolled his eyes, but his smile grew even wider. He took the baby from Kyle to put him back in his stroller, gently brushing his fingers against Kyle’s chest in the process. Kyle’s cock jolted at the sensation. He remembered last night, how John gripped his chest muscles as he rode him, throwing his head back and saying he couldn’t get enough of Kyle’s big, fat cock.

Fuck, he thought. Ever since John gave birth to their baby, he’s been so sensual. Every little touch was able to get Kyle hard. “Uh, maybe we should stay indoors today. I heard it might rain.”

“Kyle, it’s England. It always ‘might rain,’” John chastised. He bounced their son up and down, before asking Riaan if he wanted to go outside. “Don’t you, baby? Don’t you want to go outside and see the big, bright sun and the big, blue sky and the butterflies and flowers and finally breathe some fresh air?”

Riaan giggled excitedly, which caused John to laugh and coo. Kyle held onto his life with a death grip, because the sight was too adorable not to lose it over.

“See?” John’s ‘I told you so’ expression was paired with a beaming smile. “Riaan wants his walk.” He placed Riaan back in his stroller. Then he turned back to Kyle and reached out his hand. “Come on, daddy. Let’s go.”

Kyle couldn’t grab his hand fast enough.

The neighborhood they lived in was a family neighborhood, and its biggest appeal was a gorgeous park with a state-of-the-art playground with mazes and merry-go-rounds, seesaws and slides—everything an active, growing child could dream of. Sometimes, Kyle even spotted Wayne Rooney and a few other players with their kids there. Riaan was too young to enjoy it, but Kyle couldn’t wait for the day they made use of the fields, kicking a football as a family. For now, they walked down the paved path, listening to Riaan laugh and giggle over every bee and leaf. Meanwhile, Kyle and John held hands, talking and musing silently about the life they shared. The conversations on these walks were always easy—Kyle never had to think when talking because the words came right out when he was with the love of his life. Kyle doesn’t like to brag, but he should write a book. Kyle had found the secret to a perfect life and all he wanted to do was make sure everyone knew it so they could be as happy as him. Unfortunately, whenever he tried to help someone, they’d groan and tell him to “shut up, Kyle” and “not now, Walks” and “Seriously, I will punch you if you tell me one more time ‘it’s about telling your omega you love him—'”

Kyle sighed thinking about it.

“What’s wrong?” John asked.

Kyle shook his head. “I’m just wondering why no one wants to listen to me.”

John laughed. “What?”

Kyle explained his dilemma. No matter how much great advice he gave out, no one appreciated his wisdom, and it just didn’t make sense. “Tell me the truth, why doesn’t everyone want to be as happy as me?”  

John laughed harder. When he suggested the unsolicited advice was unnecessary because their friends were doing fine on their own, Kyle made an affronted noise. “There is no one, and I mean no one, happier than me.”  Kyle squeezed John’s hand a little harder. “No one else can compare to you and Riaan.”

Kyle didn’t have to say anything else before John leaned down for a kiss. Kyle’s hand was still on the stroller, but John’s arms wrapped around him, before draping his entire weight over him. Kyle’s free hand moved towards his omega’s neck and gripped it to keep him stable, earning a purr from his omega. Spurred on by John’s reaction, Kyle let go of the stroller and used that arm to grab his ass.

John moaned. “Someone might see.”

“Yeah,” Kyle swallowed before looking into those longing blue eyes that begged for another kiss. So, Kyle kissed him, earning a happy laugh as he kissed back. John was so physical and loving, how could anyone ignore him? Kyle squeezed his ass again.

“Kyle!” John scolded.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Kyle laughed. “We should go somewhere private.” He glanced at a grove of trees located at the edge of the park. John’s face turned red. He laughed, almost hysterically the suggestion, but Kyle knew he was intrigued. He couldn’t hide it from Kyle.  John, instead, pushed him aside and called him an idiot. Then, after taking a few steps forward with the stroller, he turned around. He bit his lip, fluttered his eyes at his boyfriend, and said that maybe they should cut their walk short today. “Maybe you’re right. It does feel like it’s going to rain.” 

Damn straight it was going to rain. Kyle grabbed the stroller, almost breaking into a sprint in order to get home. He slowed down to grab John’s hand and the two made a run for it. Riaan cheered the entire time.

Sex wasn’t as spontaneous as it was before the baby, but John was still the best Kyle ever had. He told Kyle he was going to put Riaan in the nursery, so Kyle had time to “prepare.” The alpha ran to the bedroom as soon as John was out of sight. He started taking off his clothes, nearly breaking a hip getting off a pant leg because one of his hands was busy tugging on his dick. John supplied him with semi-erections every time he smiled, but Kyle went the extra mile for his baby. Not his baby baby, but his John. After Kyle got fully hard, he got on the bed and posed with his legs spread, thinking John would like to ride him. Then, he remembered that John rode him the night before. Kyle immediately got off the bed and started to search for an alternative plan.

Can’t get boring, Kyle thought seriously.

John was more thoughtful than he was; all his seductions were so well planned out. Kyle couldn’t remember half of the outfits he wore, given that he tackled John on the bed before he could commit John’s panties to memory, but he knew his omega made an effort every single time. Kyle wanted to return the favor.

Kyle didn’t believe that having to plan for sex meant that the romance was dead. On the contrary, the romance was just beginning. Now, Kyle was using his head. Kyle was making plans. In addition to John’s pussy, Kyle also wanted John’s smiles and his laughter and all the good stuff that warmed his heart. Romance, he learned, was more than raw sex on the kitchen counter; romance was about having a good time with the only person that mattered. Kyle wasn’t going to just strip naked. He was going the extra mile. An idea flashed through his head and had him digging through his nightstand to find the socks they used when their feet got cold. Once he found them, the blue of Manchester City immediately warmed his heart.

Kyle immediately tried to put the sock on his dick.  

John was going to love this, Kyle thought. He loved it when Kyle made him laugh, and Kyle loved it when he laughed. When the sock was halfway on, Kyle stuck his leg on top of the bed to give John a better view of his erection—legs spread out, with Kyle posing like a king on top of newfound land. The excitement of seeing John’s face caused Kyle to try to get the sock on faster and ending up leaning backward after he lost balance. His hand tried to grab onto the nightstand behind him, only to latch onto the less sturdy lamp.

“Shit!” Kyle swore when the lamp fell over. The second time Kyle reached out, he did manage to get to the table but ended up knocking over a container of John’s suppressants on the floor. “Shit! Shitshitshit...” he said on repeat.

“Is everything alright?” John called out from the nursery.

“Everything is fine!” Kyle lied. Everything was not fine. There was a broken lamp, scattered suppressants, and a sock falling off his dick. John’s footsteps could be heard coming closer. The neat freak in Kyle wanted to clean up the carnage, but his horny side prevailed. He dashed to the doorway, using his naked body to block John’s view.

“…Kyle?”

In front of John’s confused, beautiful face, Kyle turned on his charm, even leaning on the door frame to appear suave. His erection was rose at full mast, half-covered with a sock, sweat was dripping off his body, and all he could say was:

“Surprise?”

John blinked a few times. Then, after taking a moment to take in the sight before him, he started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Kyle, in response, started to swoon. “I love your laugh.”

John’s laughter died down a bit, and he smiled so lovingly. “Only you can make me laugh so much.” And the omission warmed Kyle’s heart, especially knowing his plan worked. He was such a fucking genius. John licked his lips. He looked his alpha up and down and pressed his hand against Kyle’s chest, accompanied by a sultry gaze. “You’re so hot.”  

Kyle didn’t have time to respond before John jumped him. Whether it was from the baby or nationals, John’s confidence had gone through the roof. On the field, he was more assertive and got comfortable barking orders and giving commands. In bed, he was propositioning Kyle more. Begging louder, wanting it harder. Kyle loved feeling this desired by John.  

They fall to the floor. It hurt, but the pain was quickly ignored as John went down low to face his cock. Kyle groaned when he felt John’s tongue teasing his balls. He lifted himself up to get a better view of John’s curls as he went down on him. By doing so, his hand pressed against the messy floor, and something small stuck to his palm. When moved to wipe it away, Kyle saw that it was one of John’s suppressants.

Then, it hit Kyle.

“Kyle?” Kyle looked down and saw John’s concerned face. “What’s wrong?” His hand was holding his cock, and normally the sight of those long fingers wrapped around his dick would have him trembling but not tonight. Oh no, definitely not tonight.

Kyle liked to think he was a good alpha—a progressive alpha, even. He didn’t have a problem with omega players on the field. Hell, he supported them. They could be just as good as alpha players, wait, no—they could be better. And if an omega wanted to fuck, like, a hundred alphas, he’d be down for it. Hell, he used to be the first one to join the train in solidarity. But despite all his efforts to be a good, modern alpha, none of it mattered because he wasn’t an alpha for the one omega who mattered the most.

He wasn’t John’s alpha.

“It’s okay,” John tried to soothe. Kyle had fallen in a state of shock. In other words, he turned down sex for a minute, prompting John to stop everything they were doing. Kyle had confessed his concerns, and John was heartbroken for him. Truly, he was the best and most supportive omega in the world. He was rubbing Kyle’s thigh in comfort, and planting kisses all over his neck. Kyle sighed and pulled him closer. He needed to feel John right now.

“I can’t believe we never shared a heat. I mean, we have a baby. And we never shared a heat.”

“It’s fine,” John tried to tell him. “We’ve been busy. There was Riaan and internationals and there were the months we couldn’t have sex—”

“It’s not fine! It’s completely unfine, John!” Kyle couldn’t help but work himself up. “We haven’t mated yet! I’m not your alpha!” 

John frowned. His hand brushed over the faded scar on his mating gland, which Kyle had bitten several times over the course of their relationship. Almost immediately, Kyle corrected himself. “I mean, I’m not your alpha, alpha. I’m just, your, uh, alpha.”

John was still frowning. “Okay…”

“John, what I mean is…we’ve both been mated before, and it, it wasn’t right. What we have now, you and me, and Riaan. It’s right. It’s perfect.” Kyle explained. “So, I want this for us. I want to be your alpha. Really be your alpha. And no one else’s alpha. And you can’t be anyone else’s omega.”

John’s expression softened. He nodded. “I want that, too.”

Kyle sighed and rubbed his temples furiously, trying to come up with a new solution. “I have to fix this.”  

“You’re overthinking things,” John said lightly. “You know your head hurts when that happens.”

Kyle pouted. “Thanks.”

John chuckled at his own joke. He moved closer together and then paused. “Do you want some space? I can make some tea while you, um, ‘think’?”

Kyle shook his head. “No, no I want you here. We’re in this together.”

John grinned and got closer, positioning his legs on top of Kyle, trapping him next to John for the time being. It felt nice to have their weight there, and he showed his approval by swinging his arms across John’s shoulders and pulling him close. He heard John purr as he nuzzled Kyle’s neck.

“I guess we’re sharing my next heat?” John suggested as he started to suck on Kyle’s neck.

“Oh, we’re definitely sharing one.”

John laughed. “Wow. Careful you sound like another, typical alpha.”

Kyle turned to John. “I am not a typical alpha.” Kyle pounced on him. John continued to laugh, as Kyle trapped him in his arms, and told him he wouldn’t let go until he took it back. They went back and forth until John snuck in a surprise kiss which kept Kyle at bay long enough for John to escape. He jumped out of his arms and made a fake run to the door. Kyle gave chase immediately. All alphas had a prey drive, but Kyle’s was especially high. It didn’t take long for Kyle to pull him back until they were falling onto the bed, wrestling and giggling so loud, they may have woken the baby.

When they settled down, John sighed happily. He curled into Kyle’s arms and told him they’d still have to skip the next heat if he was going off suppressants.

“What? Why?” That defeated the whole point of going off suppressants!

“My suppressants are my birth control,” John told, or maybe reminded, Kyle. He wasn’t sure. “I’ll have to go on a separate one.”

“Oh.” Kyle felt his heart sink. “So why do we have to wait if you can just get a new one?”

John’s hands started to move all over his body again. Kyle should have put on some clothes for this conversation, knowing John was so easily distracted by his body. The man couldn’t resist his alpha, Kyle thought, his chest puffing up with pride as John began to trace over his pecs.

“It’ll take a month before the pill works.” Then, John sighed and moved his hand lower onto Kyle’s stomach, treading dangerously close to his crotch. Kyle’s breath got heavy.

“Really? A month? It’ll take that long?”

“No, a month for the pill to work. If we miss this heat, we’ll have to wait for the next one. That’s—”

“That’s three months!”

“Four.”

“That’s four months!” Kyle got up. “Four months?” He repeated in shock. Why was the universe trying to keep him abstinent? Hadn’t he suffered enough following John’s pregnancy? He could still recall the torture of watching John’s swollen tits from afar and not being able to bend him over because he was still healing, or how gorgeous he looked at nine months, his belly stretched out from Kyle’s baby, but still unable to be filled up with his cock. Now, John literally going to be begging to get fucked, and Kyle would have to stay away? There was no way this was happening. It didn’t make any sense for the universe to be this cruel.

“Wait!” Kyle turned to John in excitement. “You don’t need birth control!”

 “I don’t?”

“No, you just had Riaan.” Kyle couldn’t help but grin. There was no way their lives would be so unfair; thank goodness he remembered what the doctor said. “She said your hormones needed to like, adjust, and that’s why you wouldn’t get your heat right away. Remember?”

“Kyle, that was a while ago,” John reminded him.  

“Still your body is still…doing stuff. Adjusting and getting back to normal.” Whatever that meant. “And you’re still breastfeeding. You know, it’s practically impossible to have a baby when you’re breastfeeding.” Kyle swore he heard that somewhere. “And Riaan isn’t even a year old. I mean, isn’t it super hard to get pregnant in the first year?” Kyle was sure that was true. “So, you know, if you got pregnant now, it’d be a miracle. A real one.”

“I don’t know…” John said hesitantly, but Kyle persevered.

“You got to admit, it makes a lot of sense.” Kyle knew John’s body better than anyone. He was sure he was correct.

John thought about it, but then he looked at Kyle’s face and his mouth shifted into a small smile. “I guess you’re right.”

Kyle beamed. He started kissing John again, which John eagerly responded to. “God, we’re going to have the best heat. I’m going to make sure that bite lasts forever.” And if he doesn’t, he’d bite him again and again, making sure he was always with John.

John stared at Kyle fondly. “It’s really important to you, isn’t it?”

Kyle nodded, not hearing the wonder in John’s voice as he asked. “It’s more than a bite, it’s about being your mate. In every single way. I mean, it’s not a big deal.” Because Kyle was still John’s and John was still his no matter what, “But I don’t want to miss out on another way for us to be together. I want to have everything about you.”

The response was everything John needed to make the next move. His hand was already inching towards Kyle’s cock, but his hand was giving the arguably neglected dick a massage. The two were able to have some quality time together before Riaan started crying, and as always, both parents were there in seconds, one more dressed than the other. Riaan quieted down within seconds in John’s arms and was giggling as soon as Kyle soothed and kissed him.

God, he was perfect, Kyle wondered, kissing him a few more times for good measure. The alpha almost wished John could get pregnant, just to have three Johns in his life.

***

There came a time in every man’s life where they had to go through a Rocky Montage to prepare for something big. Something meaningful. Kyle was on a mission. He was doing push-ups, pull-ups, running the extra mile on top of the five he already did, because he was trying to go somewhere with John, and he wouldn’t stop until he got there. Kyle wasn’t a novice to heat sex, but everything with John was better than anything else he’d experience with another omega, and logically, heat sex would be, too. That meant he had to go above and beyond putting out a set of meal orders and stocking up on bath supplies. Kyle had to push himself so he could give John the pounding he deserved.

Kyle had just finished another workout when he ran into John. Without warning, the omega shoved him against the wall and started kissing him. The whole scene could’ve come from one of his teenage fantasies. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Kyle returned the kiss with just as much passion. The smallest tingle of concern arose from the back of his head because for all their affection, John wasn’t the sort of person to pounce on him on the training grounds. When they did make love at work, Kyle was always the initiator—which made sense, because John was so gorgeous, Kyle couldn’t be expected to keep his hands off him. John, on the other hand, was classy.  Classy omegas don’t offer him a blowjob on the clock; they waited until they got to the parking lot.

Kyle promptly ignored those suspicions, however, and continued to kiss and fondled his eager omega. But then, an image of John’s tight, sweat-drenched body shaking as he begged for Kyle’s cock flashed into his head, and Kyle stopped in his tracks. His erections needed to take the loss today. Kyle held John back, sighing wistfully at what could’ve been. “Sorry, I got to take a shower. Got really sweaty, and I, uh, smell.”

John tried to kiss him again. This time his lips landed on his neck. “I like it when you’re sweaty. You smell like you.” John started lapping at the beads of sweat in what Kyle could only describe as an attempt of murder.

“John, babe, come on…” Kyle was feeling so weak. John was going to get his balls as blue as his kit if he continued acting like this. The logical action would be to give in, but Kyle really needed to take a shower if he was going to have time to do everything on his list. There were pillows that needed to be ordered, services that needed to be approved; Kyle didn’t even realize there was so much that could be done for an omega in heat! It took all his power to back off, earning a distinct but adorable frown from John. “John, come on, shower.”   

“Okay.” But John was still frowning. It was fucking adorable; it reminded him of Riaan reacted when he was told he had to go to sleep. Once again, Kyle wondered how fucking lucky he was to have two Johns in his life. “But I never see you around anymore.” John started pouting, and Kyle was stuck staring at the way that lower lip quivered. “And we were supposed to plan for my heat…”

Kyle immediately perked up. “Oh, I’m taking care of all of that!”

“What?”

Kyle puffed up his chest. “I planned out everything. All the meals have been taken care of and talked to our parents about babysitting, and I even called all the places you liked. We’re good.”

“But…I…” John choked on his own words. Kyle’s grin grew wider. He was killing it so much that John was speechless. “I…you…You didn’t need to do all that. I could’ve—”

“I wanted to,” Kyle told him fondly. “You don’t have to lift a finger. Just sit back and relax and let me take care of it.”

“But you don’t have to do everything, maybe there’s something we can do together like—”

“John, I can handle it,” Kyle assured him. His pride got the better of him as he bragged about all the things he prepared for the heat. “You’ve taken care of yourself all these years. It’s time to let a real alpha do the job.”

Normally, such a comment would’ve made John laugh, but he just smiled this time. It seemed a little tense, but then he started pawing at Kyle’s chest again. “Well then, we should celebrate all that free time. Let’s take a shower together?”

“I wish,” Kyle denied. “But there's still a few things to take care of, but,” Kyle interrupted before John could offer. “I’m taking care of it. You don't have to worry about a thing.” Kyle gave him another kiss on the lips and dashed into the shower before John could make another offer. Once there, he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his cock, already riled up from John’s touch.

That was close, Kyle thought, giving it a few swipes of relief. Once in the safety of the showers, Kyle texted John to catch a ride with another player.

When Kyle was finally finished with his tasks, he returned home to a pajama-clad John, clearly waiting for him.

He was so cute, Kyle thought. “You’re so cute,” Kyle told him. He kissed him as a welcome back.

John immediately perked up. He wrapped his arms around Kyle and started kissing back excitedly. “I missed you all day.” He led Kyle into the bedroom, clearly desperate to get the night started. Once their shirts were off, John got on his knees. He looked up at Kyle, smiling, looking as gorgeous and eager as he did this afternoon, only this time, Kyle could give him what they both needed.

Kyle almost exploded the second he felt John’s lips on him.  Nothing beat a nice, warm mouth after a long day at work. John knew exactly how he liked it; from the slow, circular motions around his tip to the way he dragged his tongue down up and down the shaft. When he began to slip deeper down John’s throat, he felt the smallest spasm against his cock and nearly came in the process.

Just as a precaution, Kyle warned John that they’d have to limit themselves to one round.

John stopped all motion. He released Kyle’s cock from his mouth, and Kyle could see the obvious frown on his features. “Only one?” He asked.

Kyle immediately felt guilty, but he’d feel worst if he disappointed John. “Yeah, I’m just beat, you know?”

“If it’s too much…”

“No, no,” Kyle assured. “I can definitely go one round, maybe two.”

John was frowning. The expression, along with the fact that Kyle’s dick hasn’t felt a draft in years, made it clear John was upset.

“You don’t have to push yourself," John offered at last. 

Before Kyle could say otherwise, the baby monitoring went off. They could hear Riaan crying. John got off from the ground. “I’ll get him,” John told him. “I don’t know why he keeps waking up.”

“Here, let me.” Kyle was going to check on him anyways. He rushed to the nursery where Riaan was bawling. Despite his screams, Kyle still insisted he was the most beautiful baby in the world. Kyle could look at him forever. The alpha knew he was already fed and cleaned, so he just needed to be held.

“Hey, did you miss daddy? I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, but I’m here now,” Kyle soothed. It took almost an hour of rocking and reassurances, coupled with an almost excessive amount of scenting, but eventually, Riaan settled down. His purrs became snores as Kyle kissed him to sleep.

Once Riaan was out, Kyle was able to return to the bedroom. Much to his disappointment, John was in bed. His back was turned to Kyle, and he didn’t acknowledge his alpha’s presence, either.

“Hey John, you asleep?”

John said nothing.

Kyle sighed in disappointment. He glanced down at his cock, which had deflated since his time with Riaan. All for the best, Kyle thought. It wasn’t getting much use tonight. Kyle hustled into the bed and told John he loved him before going to sleep. He was snoring within minutes. Today was a long day.

Much to Kyle’s horror, it ended up being a long week.

John was in a mood. He got snappy at the slightest suggestion Kyle made, but when Kyle asked for John’s opinion, he’d say it didn’t matter because Kyle would do whatever he wanted anyway. Kyle didn’t know where this attitude was coming from, but it was putting a damper on Kyle’s fantastic heat planning. He couldn’t even enjoy his decision making because John was shutting Kyle down every time the topic of his heat came up.

“I need to get to the bottom of this,” Kyle told Raheem. The two were in the middle of leg circles, and though close to the group, Kyle kept his eye on his omega, who was also lifting his long, thin legs up into the sky. Kyle would give anything to have those legs wrapped around his face right now.  Instead, his omega was chatting with Bernardo, and he knew that clown was up to no good. When Bernardo poked John’s legs, causing them both to burst into giggles, Kyle’s eyes narrowed.

“I bet you Bernardo is responsible.” Bernardo was always at fault for something. Kyle didn’t know what, but he did something. He was always saying weird stuff.  “I’m just saying. Something’s been off about John lately. Have you heard anything weird? Has something happened in the showers?”

“For the last time Kyle, nothing happens in the showers.” Raheem rolled his eyes. “You want my advice?” 

Kyle hesitated.

“Seriously?”

Kyle tried to explain it wasn’t because Raheem was an omega. He, a modern alpha, had no issues talking to an omega about relationship issues. Arguably, they were the best people to talk to. In the past, John had helped him through so many problems with Annie, and though he and his ex were no longer together, Kyle was always much happier after taking John’s advice about giving her space. But Kyle had solved all his problems with John through communication, and Raheem was…not exactly an expert in that field.

“Well, it’s just you and Joe aren’t as solid as me and John…”

“Oh fuck off.” Raheem shook his head. He turned his back at Kyle.

“Hey!” Kyle protested.  “I’m just taking care—"

“No, no, don’t go there. I’ve heard this all before, and it sounds just as dumb coming from your mouth as it does from Joe's,” Raheem cut him off. "I can't with you guys. I can't." He began to walk away.  

Kyle didn't want to let matters rest. He leaned forward to grab Raheem, and the two almost ended up tussling on the ground. Suddenly, a ball came flying at them, forcing the two apart. After the two narrowly escaped a potential injury, Kyle turned to the direction it came from and saw a pissed-off John.

“John!” He shouted. He tried to wave his boyfriend over so he could return the ball.

Kyle’s face dropped when John huffed and turned away from his alpha. Before Kyle could ask what was wrong, another ball was heading straight towards him. This time from the left. Kyle barely turned his head when the ball landed straight at his noise, almost knocking him off his feet. John’s angry expression morphed into concern, and he started running towards his alpha.

“Step aside!” One of the coaches shouted, pushing John away before he came close. The other employees started commanding the players to step aside as they checked up on Kyle’s injury. Kyle could taste the blood running down his nose, but aside from the surface level damage, he felt find.

The coach was relieved but told him to get check with the doctors to be sure.  They sent him off with one of the coaches to accompany him. Before he was out of sight, Kyle turned around to see John, looking like his life had ended, and Kyle wanted nothing than to turn around and comfort him.

***

Kyle’s nose ended up retaining the brunt of the damage. The doctors cleared him for practice if he wanted to continue and told him to report any problems if they arose. He was given an ice bag for his nose and told to return to practice if he was up for it. If not, he could wait in the dining hall.   

Much to their surprise, Kyle elected to return to training. To be honest, he would’ve taken the offer to return home, but there was no way he could just abandon John. He expected the other man to visit so they could discuss the option, only to be disappointed that the other man hadn’t arrived.

Someone must’ve stopped him, Kyle surmised. It made sense. There was no point in letting two people off practice. On his return, Bernardo walked in. He headed to the vending machine and turned when he saw Kyle. Immediately, he started to laugh.

“Wow, you look crap!” he said, giggling at his teammate’s appearance.

Kyle’s eye twitched.  “Fuck off, Bernardo!”

He tried to get away from him, but Bernardo kept on laughing. “Oh, come one, I’m just being honest, and I think it suits you—hey! Where are you going?”

Kyle walked past him, after uttering “shut up, Bernardo” under his breath.

“I’m going back to practice, obviously.” God, Bernardo was so oblivious. It was so annoying.

“Why, you got injured. Clearly. You look horrible. Terrible.”

“I wanted to see John.”

Bernardo made a face. “Really?”

“What’s the problem with that?”

“Well, John might not want to see you,” Bernardo told out. “Which I’m not surprised, but his reasons are different from mine.”

“Bernardo, I swear…” Kyle walked towards, ready to snap some heads.

“Hey, hey! I’m just the messenger,” Bernardo, who was clearly operating on pure gossip. “He said you might not want to see him after the kick."

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Bernardo groaned. “I think he feels bad about distracting you, or something.”

“What?” Kyle jumped up. “Did he say that?”

The omega nodded. “Yeah, I told him not to. Your head is thick enough protection, but I guess he doesn’t see it that way.” He shrugged. “You really should say sorry.”

“I would if I knew what’s going on!” Kyle groaned, dramatically lying on the medical bed as pondered this drama. How could his life sink so low? He solved all his problems with communication, but since there was no communication to be had, he was at a loss. “We’re supposed to be preparing for his heat, not fighting! Did I buy the wrong pillows? He didn’t say anything when he saw them, or maybe it was the meals….” That didn’t make sense either. John loved all the dishes he ordered. They were his favorites.

Bernardo listened to his rant. After he was finished, he stared at Kyle in a mixture of wonder and annoyance. Then, he sighed. He fucking sighed like a schoolteacher. “Kyle…what did John do while he was prepping.”

“Nothing,” Kyle said, smiling for the first time since his hit. “I took care of everything. John didn’t have to lift a finger.”

“Hmm-hmm…” Bernardo sighed. “So…you did everything yourself?”

“Yeah.” Kyle nodded.

“You didn’t talk to John at all?”

“I didn’t have to,” Kyle clarified. “John hadn’t even heard of all the stuff I was doing. His old alpha never took care of him.”

 “Listen,”  Bernardo took a deep breath. Underneath it, Kyle could hear the words, ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ “You need to calm down about this heat thing.”

“But—”

“No. Just…” Bernardo groaned. “Just listen, okay? You’re not listening. You’re… just wow, alphas are just…wow.” The omega shook his head. “You are all stupid as hell, you know that? Every single one of you.” He rubbed his temples. “You know when we’re in heat, we’re like, messed up, right?” Bernardo shook his head. “John’s not going to care about the stupid pillows. He just wants you by his side.”

“I am by his side,” Kyle said.

“It doesn’t seem like it to him.”

Kyle stared at him in confusion. "Huh?" 

Bernardo sighed again. “Okay, new plan. I’ve put too much faith in you. Big mistake. Big, big mistake."

Before Kyle could respond with vengeance, Bernardo asked, "What was John’s ex like during his heats?”

Kyle's hair rose. “I’m nothing like him,” Kyle snarled.

“Yeah, how?”

Kyle could go on and on about how that asshole mistreated John. He began to list all the ways John’s ex abandoned his omega, and how he, John’s true alpha, took care of him. Kyle would never make John wait for water because the groceries weren’t delivered on time. He made sure the fridge was fully stocked. And if John got too dirty, he’d never just tell John to get in the showers to clean up, he’d be there, sponging up his thighs.

“And before that?”

“He did nothing,” Kyle emphasized. Bernardo just wasn’t getting it. No surprise there. Kyle didn’t even know why he bothered. “He didn’t do anything for John. He just left him alone while John took care of everything himself.”

“So, he was just doing his own thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Like you’re asking John to do now? While you take care of his heat?”

“Yeah,” Kyle nodded. "But it's different. I'm doing it for John," Kyle explained, slowly, so Bernardo got it. 

Bernardo nodded, unconvinced. “So, you’re doing the exact, same thing, but in reverse. You’re taking care of things, and he’s leaving you alone.”

“Yeah! That's right!” The wheels in Kyle’s head came to a screeching halt. Oh.

“Oh. OH!” Kyle stood up immediately. “Oh shit!”

Bernardo shook his head, muttering 'finally, you moron.'

Fucking hell, no wonder John was upset. Kyle had left him alone this entire time. The alpha turned to Bernardo in shock. “Wow, Bernardo you’re actually good for something!”

He slapped Bernardo on the shoulder roughly, praising his foresight.

“Ow!”

Kyle ignored the yelp of pain. “I didn’t know you had it in you!” He exclaimed. Bernardo would deny enjoying the touch, but Kyle knew, deep down, he appreciated it. It was the most action Bernardo was getting from an alpha in a long time.

Kyle then ran back onto the field where the boys were in the middle of doing their dribbling exercises. Bernardo followed shortly after, nursing his arm. Without thinking, Kyle sprinted towards John.

“Kyle, are you alright—”

Before John could finish his question, Kyle lifted him as high as he could and took ahold of his lips. The kiss would’ve been the stuff of legends if Bernardo didn’t so rudely interrupt them by shouting at them to “get a room!” Kyle responded by using his free leg to kick the ball behind him.

“Miss me!” Bernardo shouted victoriously.

Kyle frowned and turned around to kick something at him again. When John pulled him back with a hug.

“Are you okay?” John asked, meekly touching his face. “It looks like it hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Kyle assured. “It’s nothing compared to what I was putting you through.”

John’s face dropped. He started to tell Kyle he was sorry, saying he doesn’t know why he’d been so terrible to him lately. “But I’ll do better,” John promised. “I won’t ignore you anymore. I’ll listen to whatever you say—”

“No, no, it’s not your fault! It’s mine's.” Kyle insisted. “I shouldn’t have gotten so crazy about this heat thing,” Kyle explained how desperate he was to be the alpha John never had. He thought since John never had someone take care of him before, Kyle needed to work twice as hard. “I just want to make you happy.”

John kissed him again, before hugging Kyle. “And I really wanted to plan it with you. It’s not just my heat, it’s the first heat that really mattered.” He held him tighter. “Because it’s with you.”

Kyle couldn’t control himself. He ignored the retches as he tackled him to the ground to have him on those grassy fields.

“Oh, come one, we’re at practice!” May have been said, but Kyle couldn’t hear a thing but John’s delicious whimpers. It was at this point; another ball came hurling at them. It wasn’t hard enough to cause an injury, but it did catch Kyle’s attention when someone shouted, “Bernardo did it!” Someone shouted.

“I did not—”

But Kyle didn’t want to hear excuses. “I even thanked you!” Kyle shouted, betrayed. He should’ve known some people would never change. He jumped off John and chased the other omega around the field, yelling at him to stop getting in the way of true love. “We were having a private moment!”

Instead of defending himself, Bernardo shouted back that they were at practice. “You’re being a pervert in public!”

John got up to join the others in laugher.  Bernardo eventually got tackled, and he would later argue that it took far too long for the coaches to announce “playtime” was over. Kyle and John reunited and ran shoulder to shoulder for all their runs. The next day was spent kissing and cuddling, both each other and Riaan, while setting up their love-making den. John picked out an especially ugly blanket, but if getting his pussy pounded on a blue and yellow checkered print made him happy, it was the best damn blanket Kyle had ever seen.

***

When John’s heat came, Kyle felt the draft before he felt the fever. The covers had been thrown aside to help John search for Kyle’s cock, which was already hard as a rock. Kyle was proud; his erections never failed him, even when he was asleep. John pawed at his groin as if blind, rubbing his palms all over the boxers in a desperate seeking manner. Kyle reached over to get his attention and what he got was the most glorious sight he’d ever seen.

John was in heat. Kyle knew this, but it was a different experience altogether to see his flushed expression, mouth agape and lips swollen from the biting and the heat. His eyes were a blown-out blue, and his body was drenched in sweat. His hair was soaked; his chest looked like he took a dip in the pool. Kyle could feel the heat radiating off John. The omega must’ve cast off his shirt the second the heat came, but his boxers were pushed down to his knees. John must have lost his senses before he could take them off.

Poor John, Kyle thought as he touched his face. John made the most delighted noise. He purred into the touch, before turning his head so Kyle’s fingers touched his lips. The very taste of his alpha caused him to perk up with excitement. Without warning, John took the fingers into his mouth and started to suck. 

“Holy fuck,” Kyle whispered.

John didn’t waste any time deepthroating the digits. He leaned in closer, sloppily sucking and swallowing as much as he could. John’s fingers wrapped around his hand, stroking it so he could shove more than his throat, reflex be damned.

“Joh…John,” Kyle groaned out. He took a deep breath, which ended up being a big mistake as he inhaled of John’s heat pheromones. He’d never had a more potent drug in his life.

Kyle pulled his fingers out of John’s mouth, earning a weak whine of displeasure. Kyle growled at John, who immediately settled down. The omega turned to Kyle with his big eyes and whimpered:

“Please alpha.”

Kyle. Was. Gone.

Kyle’s entire body lit on fire. Fuck yeah, he thought again and again. Fuck yeah, he was going into a rut. Kyle and John were doing this, and Kyle was fucking ready. He immediately took off what was left of his clothes.

Unlike heats, which occurred almost constantly over the course of the week, ruts, like alphas, came in spurts. Kyle just had to get through the first wave, before he could call his mother to pick up Riaan.

The omega sounded so delighted when Kyle’s dick came out of hiding. With perhaps too much force, Kyle grabbed his boyfriend’s ass to pull it towards him. The omega shrieked, but even in a fever, he was still able to make sense of what was going on. With a gorgeous smile, he turned around so his pussy could face Kyle.

I needed this, Kyle thought blissfully, as he breathed the scent between John’s thighs. He was nose deep in the folds, suffocating in the heat and honey. He opened his mouth to start licking but the second he did so, the honey poured down his throat. John’s body was gushing.  Kyle closed his eyes because life just couldn’t get any better than this. This would’ve been the last thought on his mind if he died that second, but instead, he got swallowed whole.

Kyle’s head snapped up so fast, he could hear his neck crack. He saw John released the cock with a ‘pop’ before nuzzling his face against the shaft, painting his features with pre-cum and saliva. The lovely, omega met his gaze and gave him a smile—one that was a little shy and a little slutty—before moving back down to get his throat stuffed.

Kyle was helpless. He had no choice but to thrust up his omega’s throat, fucking into his boyfriend’s mouth like a glorified fleshlight. The rut was taking over his mind. He could feel the willingness of John’s body, and there was no way to not take advantage.   

“You want my cock, baby? Do you want to suck me off like a good omega? Get a nice, big knot to choke on?” Kyle grunted out.

John responded by choking when the tip was shoved particularly harshly.

Fuck, Kyle thought, the grip around his dick was incredible. He could feel every swallow and clench as he tried to shove more down.  Kyle wished he could just lay back and enjoy it, but he promised his baby he would take care of him, and he was a man of his word. Kyle gripped John’s hips, spreading those lips wide. A drop—a thick, decadent, almost cartoonish drop—trickled out of his cunt and landed in Kyle’s mouth.

Oh yeah, Kyle thought as he shoved his face in between John’s folds. He was going to make his baby scream.

***

When they were just friends, John was something of a forbidden fantasy. Nothing too extreme. Sometimes, Kyle liked to think about them going home together after a night serious, or knotting John’s tight ass when the two were in the showers. Normal thoughts occurred between any alpha and omega. Thoughts weren’t cheating; everyone had thoughts, Kyle thought. And though Kyle toyed with the idea of pursuing a relationship with his taken best friend, he was always dissuaded by John’s anxiety over the temptation. John relied on him for comfort over his ex’s jealous tantrums, often caused by Kyle’s extravagant gifts and occasional neck kisses. Kyle considered stopping, but John loved being touched so much, that Kyle knew he couldn’t do so without hurting his friend. Kyle never wanted John to get hurt. Instead, Kyle made a vow to stay his support. He promised himself, no matter what, he would only do what made John feel good. For that reason, starting an affair was off the books—Kyle knew that guilt would eat his friend alive. But asking him to hang out without his boyfriend? Scenting him when he was feeling alone? Finding loopholes so John could finally be touched the way he deserved? Kyle made sure to do all of that.

And now, John was naked in front of him, all gorgeous and submissive and his to take, and Kyle couldn’t believe his luck. He could not fathom that John was his omega now.   

“Alpha?” John asked helplessly.

Kyle inhaled deeply, enjoying John’s scent, all grounded and fresh. “I’m here, baby.”

John whimpered and pushed his hips back. Kyle gripped them tightly and pressed forward. There wasn’t any resistance. John’s cunt sucked Kyle in, making it impossible to just start with the tip. Kyle bellowed out almost entirely, and while tight, John was overflowing with slick. The walls around Kyle felt like a furnace; a hot-coiled ring of muscles trying to suck him in as deep as possible. John produced more, making him creamy and burning hot all the way inside.

Kyle groaned in pleasure. John was shaking underneath him. His mind leaving him as his heat grew stronger. John’s senses came back and forth, and though he knew who Kyle was, knew he wasn’t some random alpha, it was hard for him to remember why he was there except to get fucked. Kyle loved the way John’s body leaned into him, how his tiny waist felt overwhelming thin and fragile and so perfectly breakable yet trusted in his hands, how his legs wobbled as they threatened to fall onto the bed like a doe, or how his cunt fluttered around Kyle’s cock, begging him to go deeper. 

“More, more, more…” John called out. “Please more, alpha. Want your cock. Want to be bred. Give me a baby please, breed me…”  

Kyle got harder. He got it, too. John was an omega in heat; there was little more than they wanted than to be bred by an alpha. Kyle didn’t seriously consider impregnating John, but some roleplay never hurt.

“Yeah, going to fuck you full,” Kyle grunted out, pushing forward. “Love how my cock’s gonna put another baby inside you, get you all fat and soft.”

“Ah, ah! Yes!” John rose his hips higher, trying to get the cock pressed deeper inside of him. Kyle’s already got a pretty good grip on him, hands-on John’s waist, the bulk of his body keeping him in place so John could feel properly dominated. His omega was on his hands and knees for a doggy style fuck, and while the position was more traditional than Kyle preferred, being bred like a bitch in heat really got omegas going wild during their heats.

“Ugh, yeah, fucking love this,” Kyle swore as he continued to thrust. “Bet you love that I’m putting a baby in you. You can’t help yourself. Getting a nice, little pup that you’ll feed with your cute little tits, making him sweet like you and Riaan.” God, Kyle was ready to cum at the thought of it. “You’ll want another one. You won’t be able to help it. You love having my babies, John. You look so hot when you do. Gonna…gonna breed this ripe, little body, stuff you full of my thick cum till you can’t keep it in…”

John came without warning. His hands and legs gave out, tumbling onto the bed. Kyle didn’t notice. The sensation was too intense for him to feel anything but the warm, plush creaminess of John’s insides rumble, and his cunt clenched hungrily around the thickness. The narrow walls of John’s body tightened around Kyle’s dick, holding hijm inside in case he wanted to leave. Fortunately for John, that was never an option for Kyle.

Instead, Kyle worked harder. His head began to lose itself as the smell of freshly used omega came to his attention. He was going into another rut; his second since the heat started. Kyle barely remembered the first after licking John clean, and he sorely wished he didn’t forget much this time. John looked too good to forget.

Kyle soon picked up the rhythm. He pounded away at the pussy, snapping his hips faster and faster, watching his dick get almost blurry as he went in and out. John could only moan; his cunt was far too tender for any motion, and his body had fallen soft and boneless.

Kyle loved the submission, but an inkling in his body demanded more. He paused in order to turn his omega on his back, admiring the view. John was gorgeous from both sides, but here, he could see the outline of his cock through John’s stomach. He could see how John’s cunt twitched as his cock entered him in and out, and how it was the only thing moving as John laid underneath him trembling. The slick was everywhere. John’s cunt was leaking, their sheets were soaked, their bodies were covered in it. The smell was deliciously unbearable, but all Kyle could do was thrust deeper. Fuck harder. Make John scream as his knot began to form and he could finally lock into place.  His mind started to lose all reasoning as he felt the rut take over completely.

Before that happened, Kyle needed to do what he set out to do. He couldn’t go any further in this heat without making sure they were in this together. Kyle’s eyes went red as he homed in on that beautiful, untouched pulse on John’s neck. His mouth watered at the sight before his teeth sunk into the gland so hard John bled.

John wailed. His holes flooded with excess slick as a second orgasm came to him in an instant. Kyle’s knot was almost fully formed, and it would be long before his orgasm crept up to him. His omega’s arousal surfaced more of Kyle’s primal nature, and his instincts drove him to move quicker, slamming all the way the hilt of John’s body, His body was making more brutal thrusts as his sanity faded, but he wasn’t finished. Kyle was far from finished.

Kyle maneuvered himself so his neck was right next to John’s mouth.

“I love you,” Kyle told him before his knot locked inside John, and his mind was gone.

John whined. He was weak. Every bone in his body felt like it had melted in the heat. It was ridiculous of Kyle to assume he could move let alone give someone a mating bite. It would have to be tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or even after that. They had plenty of time during John’s heat. In a right mind, the words may have provided comfort but instead, John’s body trembled; his heart pounded, and every muscle and nerve in his body urged him to become one with the man on top of him.

Kyle was his alpha. He wasn’t going to make him wait.

John opened his mouth and sunk his teeth in his alpha’s neck.

***

The heat ended after four days. The number was a lucky one, and Kyle was convinced that John’s body was reacting to their deeper connection. He even begged for John not to cover up his mating gland so everyone could see how far they’ve come. John, ever amicable, agreed.  He wore a lower-cut shirt on his way to pick Riaan. Almost immediately, Kyle’s mother noticed.

“I’m so happy for you,” Mrs. Walker cooed.

Kyle beamed. He took his son into his arms, who immediately started purring for his daddy. Kyle’s heart melted and held him close. “Did you miss your daddy? Did you?”

Riaan giggled. His arms reached out, demanding more kisses. Kyle complied, loving how good sweet he smelled. “That’s my little boy.”

John finished setting up the booster seat. He took him from Kyle, much to the alpha’s dismay, and got him ready for the car ride.

“Not so little though,” John noted. “He’s getting so big.”

 “Like his mommy,” Kyle praised. He wrapped his arms around John’s waist and got on his toes to kiss his 6’2 lover.

John laughed, telling him to get off him so he could put on Riaan’s seatbelt. While doing so, he mentioned that Riaan’s getting big because he’s almost one.

“Already?” Kyle was horrified. “No way!”

John laughed. “Yes, way.”

Kyle immediately did the math in his head. Riaan was born in January, so his first birthday wasn’t until…Kyle’s eyes widened. He looked at John and back at Riaan and then back at John. “Did you know babies grow up that fast?”

John laughed. He kissed him again and told him to get into the car. “Come on, we have to get home.”

Kyle obeyed, but the thought lingered in his head. He continued reminiscing all throughout the car ride, talking to John about how small Riaan was when he was born, how wonderful it was to watch Riaan crawl towards him. Now, it was just a matter of time before he said his first word, or started walking.

“Everything is happening so fast.”  

John agreed. “I can’t believe it, either.” He glanced at the backseat. Riaan was sleeping—completely unaware of the emotions he was arising from his parents. “He’s perfect.”

Kyle groaned. “I can’t wait for another baby.”

 “Me, too.”

Those two words, so simple and unassuming, shifted the atmosphere in the car. Neither of them could say a word once the realization hit them both. They drove pass two signs and a stoplight before Kyle decided he had to say something. He didn’t know what, but that had never stopped him.

“…We have so many bedrooms.”

John swallowed. “We do.”

Kyle grinned. “And Riaan is so perfect. Like, can you imagine it? Two perfect babies,” he said excitedly. Two perfect babies that look like John. Kyle could only dream.

“I can,” John bit his lip shyly. “Do you…do you wanna try?”

Hell yeah, Kyle wanted to try. “Hell yeah, I want to try.”  

Kyle stepped on the accelerator. Riaan was cheering in the back, clearly enjoying the speedy ride. Kyle grinned, telling John that their baby was just like him. He used to love it when his parents went up and down hills like a roller coaster. John laughed and said he hoped the second would be, too.

***

There was a science to baby-making. Kyle didn’t need a doctor to tell him that. He never hesitated to knot and come inside John before, but now he no longer allowed any of it to leak before pushing in for another round. He spent hours of each day pumping into John, making sure he didn’t go to sleep without a swollen stomach. Admittingly, Kyle got careless sometimes and accidentally slipped out before all the cum was inside or dried up. Still, Kyle always made sure to fix his mistakes, and John was equally forgiving, opening his legs to his thoroughly used cunt and whimpering as Kyle pushed in again.

The two were so dedicated to their goal that they even sacrificed blowjobs and fingering to avoid John getting loose. “I can’t knot your throat, either,” Kyle told him, pained. “We need to save it all up.”

“I know,” John reluctantly agreed. He looked so sad; Kyle’s heart dropped. He immediately tried to make John feel better, showering kisses all over his face until he smiled. Then, he planted a deeper kiss on his lips. And then another one. And another. And he kept doing so as his fingers rubbed John’s cunt.

Weeks of creampies passed, but neither of them seemed any closer to their goal. They were trying for a whole month, and John still didn’t feel pregnant. Rather than lose their momentum with a disappointing test result, Kyle opted for another plan.

“Let’s go out!”

John was already ass up on the bed. He looked back at his boyfriend, who was grinning. “You know we haven’t gone to a club in ages.” Pretty much since they decided that their free nights were to be spent in bed.   

John lowered down his hips and turned to face him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kyle nodded. “We could use the distraction, and it’s not healthy to stay indoors all the time.” He ignored the fact that their jobs were almost primarily spent outside. “And you know how important being healthy for the baby is.”

“When do you want to go? Tonight?” John already sounded excited. The alpha beamed. The cabin fever must be getting to him as well. He and his omega were so in sync, Kyle thought proudly.

Kyle said the sitter was already on her way. John jumped out of the bed to get dressed. Kyle raced after him, hurriedly picking out their wardrobe for a night out like the good old days. He was happy for more reasons than he let on. It was nice to go out, but more importantly, it was nice to go out with John.

When John was pregnant, Kyle had settled on the idea that he’d have to make a lot of sacrifices for the relationship. Fathers didn’t go out to parties; they hung out with pubs and talk about their lives with their equally worn-out friends. There’d be fewer parties, and no dancing and drinking were always met with a certain level of derision. And since he’d already dedicated himself to fidelity for the sake of keeping John’s smile, there would be less sex.

Kyle told himself it’d be worth it because there would be love.

It never occurred to him that John would never ask him to make those sacrifices because he didn’t want to make those sacrifices either. John was his best friend; he didn’t stop being that because they were together romantically. He was still John.

John loved to dance. He loved to go out drinking until he was passed out in Kyle’s arms. They had to plan more with Riaan in their lives, but that just meant new adventures. A trip to Disneyland didn’t mean they couldn’t go skinny dipping in Mykonos, and a family outing to the park was a reward as well as a rave in Ibiza.

When Kyle danced with John in the middle of the club—the latter’s limbs moving with more grace than one would expect from a flailing boy from Barnsley, he felt free. There was no more sneaking around or putting his phone on silent so he could have a night without his omega. His omega was here with him. He was letting Kyle grind his cock against his ass, and since it was their cheat day, John was more than willing to let his fingers roam inside his pants. John’s cock was already getting hard. His precum leaked all over his fingers, which Kyle mixed with the slick dripping out of his cunt. When they parted, there was no hurried rush to get somewhere because time wasn’t running out for them.

“Let’s get you a drink!” John shouted over the music. He led Kyle to the VIP seating and asked the server to get them a bottle.

“Hey, no alcohol, remember!” Kyle shouted back.

John pouted but then grinned. “You can drink for the both of us!” He announced, before busting out laughing at Kyle’s panicked expression. “I can drive!” He added, knowing how much Kyle hated his driving.

Kyle’s panic was cut short when John climbed onto his lap. Kyle gripped the back of his throat and started kissing him back. The server looked nonplussed as she brought back the bottle. She opened it, but instead of getting them glasses, John took the bottle from her hands. He fed it directly into Kyle’s throat, Kyle gulped it freely. John teased him by pressing his mouth over the opening, and when Kyle made a noise of protest, started to laugh.

“You look way too worried,” he teased. His eyes were sparkly, almost on a high. He was so happy. Kyle could taste it as he pretended to drink the bottle again. When John saw that Kyle wasn’t falling for it, John paused. Then, he smirked, a little mischievous, and moved to the floor. Kyle’s heart pounded as John positioned the bottle in between Kyle’s legs, right in front of his cock. Then, John positioned his mouth over the opening and moved his mouth up and down the bottle’s neck.

Kyle’s blood pressure spiked. He hadn’t had a blowjob in weeks and now had to watch John fellatio a champagne bottle in front of him. John pushed each inch deeper and deeper until finally, Kyle had enough. The second John’s throat was on the head, Kyle got up. He left the two-hundred-dollar plus bottle on the couch and dragged John to the bathroom. The alpha didn’t remember much of what happened prior, but he did recall shoving another incoming couple out of the way. John laughed as Kyle undid his zipper. He was rushing, but even as he turned John around, Kyle was gentle. He made sure to maneuver John into a position where even when he wrecked his pussy, John wouldn’t be sore. With his hand around John’s waist, Kyle pulled John back until his omega’s rear was pressed against his erection. Kyle pressed his fingers against John’s cunt and started to slide them back and forth until they glided easily, and then removed them to make room for his cock.

Kyle guided the tip of his erection into John’s twitching pussy and pushed it into him. John let out a gasp, which only got louder as he was penetrated further. Kyle didn’t want everyone to know what was happening, so he tried his best to muffle the noises with his kiss.

Kyle used one hand to brace John’s slender body and placed the other on John’s stomach. He wanted to feel his cock as he thrust into his omega. He steadily entered John inch by inch, until he was completely bottomed inside him. John was whimpering against his lips, but his entire body was trembling, eager for more. Kyle started to pull back before thrusting in. Their kissing kept the cries from getting louder, and the music was still pumping through the walls. John tried his best not to scream as Kyle’s cock moved inside him, fucking back and forth with growing desperation. People were outside, some listening in; some complaining, and Kyle and John ignored all of them to focus on each other.

Kyle took John until the song ended and was still going strong when the second one started. The newest song was more intense, and it was one of John’s favorites. At his omega’s pleased moans, Kyle sped up further. The chorus began to pound the walls, and Kyle started plunging faster with the beat of the music; there was more rocking into him, more pleasuring him, more intensity with every note. As the song’s singer reached a long note, Kyle gave a might thrust upward, stilling as he came deep inside John.

The world came to a final halt. And the two stayed in the stall much longer than anyone outside would’ve liked. After another aggressive pounding on their stall, telling them to fucking get out or he’d make them, the two got arranged and fastened their pants. The song had just ended. John’s legs were shaky, and he needed the support of Kyle’s strong arms to carry him through. When they opened the door, the alpha banging on them to get out stopped in his tracks.

“You’re—”

But neither Kyle nor John stopped to let him finished. Kyle pushed him out of the way, as they left the bathroom, several eyes on them. There was a wide, wet stain in front of John’s jeans. Kyle led him to the car. After taking a few moments to call themselves down, John turned to Kyle, and said, “This was better than last time.”

Kyle couldn’t agree more. He let John drive him home. They paid for the sitter’s cab, kissed their son goodnight, and went to bed. Kyle didn’t know what was on John’s mind tonight, but he was already thinking of ways he could help John relax.

 ***

The two endured the trial alone for two months, and it wasn’t until John was going to work bloated with cum that they discussed whether they should tell the team. “I’m getting looks,” John complained. He was going back and forth on kits; hyper-focused on the way they showcased the little bulge in his belly. “My stomach is just getting so big.”

Kyle wrapped his arms around him from behind and buried his face in his neck. “I’m sorry,” Kyle whined. “I guess I’m coming too much.”

John turned around so that they could kiss.

“Do you want to stop for a while?” Kyle asked, more than a little downtrodden by the thought.  

John thought about it for a moment and then shook his head. “No,” he said, almost defiantly. “I want this.” He told Kyle how much he loved it last time, and how just the thought of having Kyle’s baby in him again made him happy.

Kyle couldn’t fight the urge to take John then and there. They were late to practice again, but both were more than happy to explain the reason.

“We’re trying again!” Kyle announced.

Their teammates blinked at them.

“…Again?” Kompany asked. He coughed, but before he could request further information, Bernardo scoffed, “You didn’t even try the first time, you idiot!”

Kyle threw his bundled-up shirt at the omega like a ball, smacking him straight in the forehead. “As we were saying before we were so rudely interrupted,” Kyle glared at Bernardo. “We’re trying for another baby.”

Most of the team just stared at them, confused. “Isn’t Riaan about to turn one?”

“Yeah, are you sure you don’t want to wait?” Raheem asked.

“No, not really,” Kyle explained chipperly. “Riaan’s perfect, which means if we have another baby, he’ll be perfect, too. Besides, you had your two close together!”

“That was an accident, too!” Bernardo pointed out.

Raheem threw his own shirt at his head, and almost knocked him off the bench.

“I really want one that looks like Kyle,” John added in. Before Bernardo could say anything, Kevin covered his mouth. He was still struggling to get another line in when Kyle explained their game plan. He talked about how they creampied him every night and were plugging it in at night so nothing could leak out.

“John’s always filled up,” Kyle bragged as John blushed and curled into his alpha’s arms. The talk, which was normal for an alpha locker room back in the day, was met with disgust from his teammates, who were often forced to watch the pair’s endless displays of affection. Bernardo once said, “they made sex, unsexy,” and though most laughed when he was thrown in the pool, no one disagreed.

“Maybe you should consult a doctor,” Kompany suggested.

“Kompany, please, we know how to make a baby.”

“Do you, though?” Bernardo asked after escaping from Kevin’s grasp. Kevin stepped in the way before any more things could get thrown at the Portuguese’s expense.

Kyle ignored him, saying that they’ve been trying forever. “Almost two months after John’s heat.”

Raheem frowned. His eyes glanced over John’s stomach. The bulge from this morning’s lovefest was still there. “Have you guys taken a test yet?”

John answered this time. “We’re waiting for the right time. It was Kyle’s idea.” He beamed at his alpha. “He didn’t want me disappointed if it wasn’t the result we wanted.” The two stared into each other’s loving eyes before kissing again. At that moment, the kitman came in, warning everyone that practice was almost starting and most of them were still in their boxers. John was already dressed, but he waited for Kyle to finished. The two left the locker rooms, asking the team to wish them luck as they walked to the fields.

Everyone narrowed their eyes at John’s stomach. The bulge was never more obvious until now.

Bernardo opened his mouth. “Isn’t he…”

“Bernardo,” Kompany pinched his temples. “Just. Don’t.”

Notes:

Hello everyone! I've finally written something. It's been a long while since my last work and a lot has happened in my life. This part was a lot harder to write because Kyle Walker is IMPOSSIBLE.

I realized after reading some reviews that because so many of you don't watch football/don't follow the tabloids (which, good for you, very proud of your characters), you don't understand how...obtuse these guys are. So I felt compelled to write something in Kyle's POV to really show Kyle's true intentions. I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to my next post!

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Stonesy and Walks