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"Porsche, since I am telling you there's nothing to worry about!"
"But I hate to bother…”
Kim sighs. How stubborn his friend can be sometimes.
"You're not going to bother anyone. My parents are leaving for a trip tonight and they won't be back before two weeks. They told me I can invite whoever I want to the house while they're gone and you know they adore you."
"But-"
"There are no buts. We'll have the house all for ourselves. There is Only my brother who will drop by from time to time to make sure, and I quote my mother, ' the house isn't on fire.'"
Porsche bites his nail and ponders. It's true that his family’s house is quite small, and while he absolutely loves his parents and his brother, sometimes they are kind of all over the place. Kim's family, his friend since he entered college and whom he quickly grew very close to, is rather wealthy - a mild understatement - and their mansion is lavish . He supposes that, indeed, he wouldn't disturb anyone if he spent a few days there? Besides, to be perfectly honest, Kim has more or less won him over already with the promise of a marathon of old black and white movies in his "private cinema" installed in the basement.
The prospect of seeing Kim’s older brother as well further encourages Porsche to lean towards a positive response.
"Will Tankhun stop by?"
Porsche really likes Tankhun, Kim's older brother. A bold Omega who embraces his life all the way down to his perfectly manicured fingernails. He has only met him a few times, but each time, Tankhun has been friendly and welcoming. Even more since the drunken evening at Kim's house during which Porsche found himself revealing to Tankhun about his private life. The latter, usually not so serious, listened to him attentively before urging Porsche to do as he himself was doing: not giving a damn about what others may say or think. Tankhun's mantra: "If they're talking about you, it's because they want to be you."
Actually, Porsche has no problem accepting who he is. He knows his physique is quite nice. He is attractive and he makes many heads spin. Plus, nowadays, being an omega male is no longer considered a flaw and he's not ashamed of it at all. On the contrary. He likes his voluptuous and sensual curves that catch the eyes of many Alphas, Betas and even some Omegas. He enjoys being an Omega. No, that's definitely not what makes him feel "different." His "problem" is elsewhere. It’s more… "private" and maybe a bit embarrassing to say it out loud…
Here's the thing. At nearly 21, Porsche still hasn't had his first heat. A fact that, despite his desire not to give it too much importance, is troubling him more than he'd like to admit. 95% of Omegas have them by the age of 18, according to his physician. His case is rather uncommon. However, his doctor assured him, after examination, that there was nothing wrong with him. He is just a bit late compared to the norm. No need to worry. But it's always easier said than done. Especially when you come from a small town where it’s a close-knit community... Of course, the information about his "unusual situation" quickly spread throughout his university. Porsche would have been fine without his sex life - or lack thereof - becoming a topic of conversation among his classmates...
"Not exactly…"
Kim's uncertain voice pulls him back into the phone conversation he's currently having with his friend.
"What do you mean? I thought you said your brother was supposed to come by?"
"'I did. But it's not Tankhun I was talking about."
Porsche frowns for a few seconds, racking his brain, until "Oh!" he is reminded of a conversation he had with Kim a few weeks earlier. Tankhun and Kim have the same father but not the same mother. Kim's father was married to another woman about 30 years back if Porsche recalls correctly. His friend vaguely mentioned another brother besides Tankhun resulting from the first marriage. But he never elaborated on the subject.
"Your other brother, right?"
"Yes. Kinn..."
Porsche distinctly discerns a deep sigh on the other end of the call.
"Is there… a problem with your brother?" He tries carefully.
"No, no. Kinn is a very... decent person."
Porsche winces. ‘Decent' is not typically an adjective used to describe someone as close as a brother.
"'Decent?”
Kim chuckles. Probably realizing ‘decent’ is indeed weird.
"To be short, let's say we're not really close. I only see him three or four times a year for big events. In fact, I was surprised when my dad told me he would be coming to 'check up on us'. But apparently he moved back to town a few days ago and would like to spend more time with his family. Pretty damn unexpected from him if you ask me."
Porsche is overly fond of his brother, three years his junior. They tell each other almost everything. The good things as well as the bad. He can't imagine his life without him. So whenever he hears about families not being that close, it always makes him feel a little sorry.
"Did he distance himself from you?"
Porsche figures he’s probably a bit too curious. Kim may not want to talk about such private topics. But he can't resist it. His main flaw, his mother often points out. "Curiosity kills the cat."
"Yes and no. Kinn is the alpha of the family."
"Oh."
Porsche more or less understands what that implies. Kim is a Beta. Tankhun is an Omega, like him. So if Kinn is the only alpha; Kim's family being one of the oldest "hybrid" families in the country, traditions require that he must be the one to succeed his father - himself an alpha - as the head of the family's businesses.
"Yeah..." confirms Kim without Porsche even saying anything else. He doesn't need to. "So he went to study abroad when I was 8 years old. I don't have many memories of him. That's why I can't say much more."
"I see."
A silence. Then Porsche can't help himself once again:
"What does he look like?"
Kim snickers at Porsche's eagerness. He’s used to it. It's part of his friend's charm. He pauses before answering the question. It's been almost a year since he has seen Kinn. The last time was for the latter's 30th birthday. Maybe he has changed a little since then. Kim grimaces. Describing someone's physical characteristics has never been his forte. So he opts for something he knows for sure:
"He's massive."
Massive? Again, not quite the adjective Porsche was expecting, but he assumes that since Kinn is an alpha, it makes sense. Voices rise from Kim's side and the latter is quick to apologize.
"Sorry Porsche, my parents are calling to say goodbye. Their plane leaves in a few hours."
"Wish them a safe trip on my behalf ."
"Sure. I will. By the way, Porsche, you're coming, right?"
Porsche hesitates for a milli-second before answering favorably .
"All right, all right. But just so I don't feel like I'm imposing too much, I'll cook for us."
A muffled laugh reaches Porsche's ears, followed by a:
"I might join my mom in her fear of the house burning down ..."
"Hey!" Porsche exclaims, falsely indignant. "My macaroni and cheese is a delight!"
"Yeah, yeah. I bet it is . Well, see you tomorrow, Porsche! Get your stuff ready tonight, we'll pick it up from your house tomorrow after school."
"Okay! Bye."
The unmistakable beep of the end of the call barely echoes through the room before Porsche falls backwards onto his bed, sprawling all over the soft mattress. He exhales. Lying in a fluffy bed, there's no better feeling in the world.
Porsche closes his eyes, finally letting himself relax after a day full of exams. Uni sucks sometimes. At least, he will have fun with Kim during the next two weeks. His thoughts drift back to the conversation he just had with his friend, unable to stop his curiosity from striking again. He wonders what Kinn looks like. An alpha. Porsche has never been around many alphas. All his family members are either betas or omegas. There are a few alphas at his college but none that he is close to and, let's be honest, three quarters of them are idiots. While their second gender doesn't really determine people's place in society anymore, most Alphas, especially those still in their teenage years with raging hormones, like to parade around acting like they're the kings of the university. What jerks. Probably the reason why Porsche never wanted to acknowledge their moves. Also, the fact that his hormones never went haywire at the thought of any of his classmates speaks volume. Porsche trusts his gut, his instinct. To this day, it has never let him down. Besides, he has always been attracted to older men anyway. With some facial hair, just shy enough to lightly scratch your face when he’s kissing you. Bulging muscles. Strong and powerful enough to pin you against a wall. Unfortunately, he has never met a man like that… Does Kim’s brother look like this? Kim did mention he was “massive”... Porsche shakes his head. He doesn’t even know the man. Is he that desperate? Is his Omega as impatient as him to be taken that he’s trying to find any potential Alpha to trigger his heat?
Porsche grumbles as he runs his hand through his hair, messing it up in the process. One thing is for sure : while he's not looking to throw himself into the arms of the first mature Alpha he will cross paths with, he’s unable to deny that he can't fucking wait for his heat to finally hit... He is so eager to feel, to surrender to it. To be swept away by pleasure in the embrace of someone who will know exactly how to handle him. To experience those sensations that are said to be painfully delicious to the point of making you lose your mind… This desire has been running through his mind almost 24/7 for the past months. But he will soon turn 21 and still nothing... Which only makes him crave it more. He’s 20 for god’s sake. It’s normal to feel this way, especially as an Omega. There’s no point in hiding that he wants. Touches. Caresses. Kisses. Sex.
Porsche rolls over on his bed, burying his head in his pillow. Technically, he could sleep with someone before he gets his heat. Lots of people do it. But Porsche, probably influenced by his conservative parents, has this little traditional affinity that makes him prefer to wait for his body to tell him that he's "ready" before doing it. Even if it tickles him more each day passing. Especially when he feels his hole throbbing with desire while he jerks off. The orifice as eager as he is to be played with. Waiting to be wet. Needing to be filled. Fuck. Porsche feels his cock showing interest as his mind wanders to dangerously graphic pictures.
"Porsche!"
His brother's voice startled him. He glances at his alarm clock. Almost 6pm. Chay must have just come back from school. Porsche gets up abruptly. He wants to spend some time with his brother tonight. He won't be home for almost two weeks. He will miss him.
Porsche glances around his room before shrugging. Packing his stuff to leave for Kim's place can wait a few more hours.
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"You have a lot of stuff?"
Kim queries as they head to his friend’s house. Porsche feels himself flush, slightly ashamed, as he thinks back on the way he shoved things into his suitcase in a hurry this morning. He was supposed to do it the night before, but he talked with Chay until the crack of dawn and was so exhausted he fell asleep before he even started packing. So he had grabbed everything he could get his hands on this morning and had stuffed his bag in five minutes flat.
"Not really."
Well, that's only half a lie... He only packed one suitcase. But he has no idea what he put in it...
"You-" begins Kim before being interrupted by his cell phone ringing.
Porsche glances at the dashboard. Kim's car they're currently riding is new and, obviously, equipped with car play. Oh. "Kinn" is displayed on the screen, which seems to surprise Kim to no end if Porsche is to judge by his wide eyes. He really must not call him often.
"Sorry, Porsche. I have to take this."
Porsche waves his hand to let his friend know there's no need to apologize. Kim presses one of the buttons embedded in the steering wheel and a few seconds later a low voice echoes through the car.
"Hello Kim."
Porsche feels a shiver run down his spine. Damn. The man's voice is deep.
"Kinn." nods Kim. "It's been a while."
"Indeed."
A silence that Porsche would describe as heavy stretches for several long seconds. Well. The two brothers don't seem to have much to say to each other. It's really the opposite of his conversations with his own brother where they spend their time talking over the other. A throat-clearance comes from the car's speakers before the famous Kinn talks again:
"Are you home?"
"Not yet. I'm with Porsche. We're picking up his stuff at his place and we’ll head home."
"Porsche?"
The latter feels his hairs stand up all over his body at the sound of his name being spoken in that powerful, husky voice. So deep. Porsche shakes his head. What's wrong with him today? Did he catch a cold?
"Yes, Porsche," Kim continues. "My friend who's going to spend the next two weeks with me while Mom and Dad are away on vacation. Didn't they tell you?"
A blank. Then:
"Maybe? But, where is he supposed to sleep?"
Kim frowns, clearly not expecting this question. He answers, unsure:
"... In the guest room?"
"Impossible." comes the immediate rejection. "This is my room."
"Your room? I thought you were staying at a hotel?"
"That was my plan." acknowledges the man. "But the house is closer to the office and I wanted to spend some time with you."
"Oh."
Porsche, although his friend is hard to read with his constant grumpy look, can see that he is touched by his brother's answer. He smiles unconsciously. He can tease Kim about it later.
"Then, he can use the guest room on the second floor."
"Obviously, you didn't see the state your parents left it in before they left... It's going to take days to clean up that room."
Porsche twists his fingers, kinda uncomfortable now. He knows Kim told him he was welcome, but he feels more like he's causing trouble to the brothers at that moment.
"Kim, if it's too complicated, I can stay at my hou-"
But he is instantly cut off by his friend.
" You nothing at all, Porsche. I told you I was inviting you and I mean it. Please."
Porsche huffs. What can he do when Kim looks at him with that pleading look? He sighs and nods. He too wants to spend time with his friend...
The simplest solution, logically, would be for him and Kim to sleep together. They're friends, there shouldn't be any problem. Porsche supposes that it's also probably what the other is thinking about right now. But, although they have often slept at each other's houses, they have never actually slept in the same bed. Porsche, being an Omega, doesn't feel comfortable sleeping next to someone else. What if his first heat comes on without warning while he's lying next to Kim? What if he suddenly became wet down there? He would be mortified. He had told Kim about this after a few weeks of hanging out together almost every day, and Kim understood Porsche's apprehensions perfectly. Since then, Kim always makes him sleep in the guest room next to his. A room that is usually always free for him. But not this time.
And just then, the voice of its current occupant is heard again:
"Well?"
"I'm thinking!" answers Kim rather curtly, visibly annoyed.
Kinn, although not being with them in the vehicle and not knowing his brother's friend either, seems to quickly guess the problem. Remaining careful all the same, he tries:
"Is your friend an Omega?"
Porsche raises his eyebrows in surprise. Can one guess that he is an Omega simply by the sound of his voice? Very unlikely. Is this Kinn's instinct speaking? Or has he simply deduced by a+b that if his brother didn't immediately offer Porsche to sleep with him, the reason has something to do with their second gender?
Kim turns to him briefly, a questioning look on his face. As if he was asking Porsche's permission to give his brother his status. Porsche shrugs his shoulders, indifferent. As he said, he is not at all ashamed of who he is. But he smiles at his friend nonetheless, pleased that he bothered to implicitly ask him.
"Yes, he is."
"I see." comes Kinn's calm response; his voice neutral. "In that case, hurry home, Kim. So we can think of an alternative solution for your friend."
Kim nods, before realizing that, obviously, his brother can't see him.
"Okay, okay. We'll be there in less than an hour."
"Good. See you then."
Kim is about to hang up when Porsche, unable to help himself feels compelled to add something:
"Thanks..." He hesitates for a few seconds. Can he call the man by his first name? Then, "Kinn." He finishes quietly, intimidated for some unknown reason.
It's not like him to be shy though... He notices his friend's surprised and amused expression regarding his behavior. Porsche punches him vengefully in the arm. There is nothing to laugh about. Porsche is still feeling uneasy to impose himself in these conditions. The house is Kim’s and his family's, not his. Kinn shouldn't have to accommodate a mere guest in his own home. Especially since he doesn't even know Porsche. The latter, at least, owes the Alpha a thank you. Why his voice came out so weak though, remains a mystery to him.
Porsche is not sure if the other man heard him - perhaps he had already hung up - until his deep voice rings out one last time in the car:
" You are welcome. Porsche."
And, fuck if Porsche's body doesn't outright vibrate from the inside this time at the sound of his name uttered by that powerful voice. He feels the desperate urge to hear it again... He bites his lips nervously, confusion clouding his brain. He can’t understand why he is reacting like that? Is it just because Kinn is an Alpha? But it’s not the first time Porsche talks with one though… Lost in his thoughts, he stares at the dashboard where Kinn's name is still written below "recent calls." His heart beating at a crazy rapid rhythm. What the hell is wrong with him today?