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Jude, for his age, has seen a lot of things.
Sometimes that was a good thing- having experience in variety of situations helped him grow as a player and as a person, and he knew that- appreciated that.
But it just made it all the more concerning when something new, something unexpected, came up.
Like when he spots Trent, just seconds after being presented with his Man of the Match trophy against Malta, rushing frantically down the tunnel of the Ta’Qali stadium, hands clasped over his stomach under his large puffer jacket.
Nobody else, however, seems to notice, and it’s not like Jude could pressure him into telling him what was wrong if he tried, so he attempts to regain his focus on the interview he’s being prepped for. It’s pretty standard, with ESPN or Sky or something, and he’s heard all this same crap before, so he’s hardly paying attention.
The interview is routine. He talks about how well the lads, especially Trent, played in their 4-nil triumph, emphasizes the hard work and the team spirit like he’s always told to do before the interviewer thanks him and he’s led back down the hall.
He heads directly for the locker room. The single locker room for all dynamics on the team was something implemented by Southgate for team chemistry reasons. Initially, to an England team that had barely mentally matured past the average age of twelve, it hadn’t gone well- but over time, the captains and senior players began cracking down on the idiocy from some of the younger guys, and everything has mellowed out from there.
Jude walks in, glances around. Despite them all sharing one changing room, there were still divisions. The omegas stuck together, as did the alphas, and the betas- who were the majority- mostly mulled about.
Jude glanced to the corner where the omegas- Trent, Mags, Bukayo, Kal, and Phil- usually clumped together, only to find most of them there, but no Trent.
“Uh, hey,” he mutters. Maguire raises an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
“You seen Trent?”
The older man’s eyes narrow. “Yeah.”
“Where?”
“Don’t think you need to know that.”
Okay- now this was getting weird. “Why? I just wanna see if he’s okay, man.”
“You shouldn’t see him right now- probably not for a little while.”
“What— H, come on. What’s going on?”
“Aaron took him back to the hotel.”
“What? Why? Is he okay?”
Harry seemed more amused than irritated at this point, a smirk on his lips. “Mate, come on. You can’t be that stupid.”
“Is he injured? Come on, an, I deserve to know what-“
“No. No, you don’t ’deserve’ anything. I’m not telling you shit, figure it out yourself.”
“What the hell’s got you so angry?”
“You, Jude. You not knowing how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
“Oh, that’s not fair and you know it! He’s- I just- I’m worried, is that not okay?”
“Don’t you think he’d have told you if he wanted you to know what was going on?”
“H..”
“Jude. He’s in pre-heat.”
Jude freezes.
“Oh. Shit.”
“Yeah— shit indeed. He could barely walk, lad. Has none of his shit on him, was having a complete breakdown- must have snuck up on him, was saying something about the dates being wrong and his pills fucking him over.”
“Isn’t- don’t pre-heats usually start, like, days before?”
“Yeah, which is why this caught him off guard. It’s pretty far in, too. Bad.”
Jude’s still frozen in place, tooted to his spot on the floor. “Is- how long does he have?”
“Hours, if he’s lucky.”
Jude nods, grabs his stuff, and bolts.
———
Jude really, really hopes nobody’s tracking his search history.
Because varying versions of ‘what do omegas need during heat?’ in his search bar would probably not help him if it ended up getting out- but all that be damned, he was going to help his friend.
He goes to a small general store- one of the ones with the adult section in the back— near the hotel, buys several admittedly low-quality sex toys he has no idea how to work. He can tell the poor clerk knows how clueless he is, too, and eventually ends up putting him out of his misery.
“What are you looking for?”
“U-uh.. one’s for omegas? During heat.”
The man nods understandingly, guides him toward one end of the shelf.
Jude leaves the store with three toys, a half dozen of the fluffiest blankets he could find, and pain pills the clerk said were okay for omegas in heat.
He must look like an idiot, lugging several giant plastic bags through the hotel lobby, but he doesn’t care. He hails the bags into the elevator, quickly stopping by his own room to grab his suitcase- the internet said that apparently, omegas liked to use trusted alphas’ clothing to make their nests. He hadn’t known what any of that meant, having failed nearly all of his health classes in secondary school, but he’d figured it out. Eventually.
Trent’s room is on the furthest side of the floor- a corner room, like he always liked, enjoying the lack of windows- so it takes a little bit of skill to maneuver the three large bags all the way to the back, but he manages.
He can tell Aaron’s already left when he approaches the door, doesn’t blame him. Jude himself had never seen an omega in heat in real life- he knew Jobe was an O, but Jude had moved out when he was still only fifteen.
He knocks timidly on the door, hears a faint rustling, the padding of socked feet against wood floor.
The door opens only a crack, and Jude could have crumpled at the sight of Trent, eyes raw and red, his body shaking and face drenched in sweat.
“I-I- I brought you- uh, stuff.” He says, holding up the bags. Trent’s eyes widen as he pulls the door open further.
“What- what..?”
“I- uh, Maguire s-said you were in pre-heat and- and that you didn’t have your stuff and I-“
“Oh my god.”
“You- you don’t have to-“
Trent sniffles, yanks Jude- and his bags- into his room. “Holy shit. You- what-“
Jude pulls out the toys, laying them on the desk by the door, putting the blankets beside them and the pills on the top of the pile. “It’s- it might not be everything and I can go get more if-“
He’s cut off by gripping hands from behind, clasping around his middle. “Thank you,” comes a rasped whisper. “Thank you.”
Trent’s body is shaking, burning up- it’s like he has a fever, only.. worse.
“I- I brought some of my clothes if you want. You don’t have to, just-“
Jude slowly drifts toward the door, is only stopped by Trent’s confused look. “Where- where are you goin’?”
Oh god.
“Trent- I can’t stay. You’re gonna be in head and-“
“Oh.”
Jude’s heart breaks at the sight- Trent’s head falls, his lips in a firm pout and his arms slowly wrapping around himself. “U-uh.. thanks for the st-stuff.”
“Trent, I.. You know I’d stay if-“
“It’s fine. ‘s disgusting- y’dont have to stay.”
“Dis- Trent! You don’t.. really think that, do you?”
“Am I wrong? Every alpha thinks it’s nasty. They only like it ‘cause of the- the scent and- and it’s fuckin’ nasty otherwise. Feels disgusting.”
Jude shakes his head, cupping Trent’s face in his hands. “No!” He says. “It’s- god, T. It’s part of life- it’s not disgusting. Not in the slightest.”
Trent glanced up, eyes gassy. “Then why’re you leavin’?”
“Because you- you can’t properly consent like this.”
“Yes I can! You fucked me at the World Cup, you were fine with it at the other qualifiers. So- so why not now?”
Jude sighs. “Because- because you- you aren’t-“
“It- I’m not in heat yet! I’m not. Ju-just- just.. close.”
Jude sighs. “You swear to me you understand what you’re doing? And I’m not fucking you.”
“What? Why?!”
“Because- I-I don’t wanna, like- like- lose control or do something stupid.”
“I’m- fuck, oh god..”
Trent stumbled into him, arms grasping for purchase around Jude’s waist as his legs start to shake violently. It’s like a sudden explosion of sweetness in Jude’s nostrils.
Jude catches him, grabs the supplies and his bag and Trent and carries them all to the bed, laying the older man atop the duvet.
Jude turns, lays the toys on the bedside table and the blankets on the foot of the bed, making sure the pills are accessible next to a glass of water. When he turns back around, Trent is mindlessly humping the duvet, and the sight sends an immediate chill down Jude’s spine.
“God. Hey- hey, you’re okay, you’re okay, baby,” he whispers, cradling Trent’s head in his hands as he climbs onto the duvet beside him.
“How about you get some rest before it starts? Or- or at least try, baby. It will help, I promise.”
Trent whines, grasps at Jude’s legs and wraps his arms around his waist.
“‘m hot,” he whimpers. “Y’better fuck me.”
Jude laughs weakly. “We’ll see, baby.”
Trent practically purrs at the words. “Take m’shirt off, please. Hot.”
Jude obliges, trying his best not to let his eyes get stuck on Trent’s toned torso, his defined abs, his broad shoulders, the biceps that look so damn grabbable-
“Blanket,” he whimpers. “Wan’ nest,”
Jude nods, pulling himself quickly to his feet. Trent whimpers at the loss of warmth, and Jude gets a pile of clothes and several blankets as quick as he can and returns swiftly.
Trent reaches out, blindly takes the assortment of fabrics and, as if it was second nature- though, Jude supposed it was- sprawls the blankets and the sweaters and the sweaty training clothes Jude had worn the day before out on the bed.
“Raffa,” he mumbled. Jude raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. “Huh?”
Trent’s face flushes somehow even deeper red. “Raff— uh.. Giraffe, u-uh- plush,” he mutters. “‘s in my bag.”
Jude nods, kneels down beside Trent’s duffel and quickly finds the small, clearly well-used and worn-out stuffed giraffe. It makes his heart swell a bit as he hands in to Trent, watches him prop it up on the edge of his makeshift nest. A warm, content smile spreads across his face.
Trent stretches out his arms, makes grabby hands at Jude. The alpha hesitates, knows through several long readings that omegas didn’t usually like alphas in their nests.
“Trent—“
“Hol’ me?”
And, God, what was Jude meant to do? Say no? He couldn’t. Not when Trent’s eyes were glassy and pleading and he just wants to be held.
Jude climbs onto the mattress, lets Trent grab him and ynk him close. He may be weak from the mess of hormones shooting about his body but, god, was he still strong as hell.
Jude smiles, threads his hands in Trent’s hair. It’s times like these he misses the locs.
“Just sleep,” Jude mutters. “I’ll be right here. The whole time. Promise.”
Evidentky, that’s all Trent needs to hear before he’d drifting off.
———
Jude’s awoken to a loud mewl.
He immediately remembers where he is- remembers that he should most definitely not have been asleep.
He turns, sees Trent with his arms around Jude’s neck, squirming uncomfortably. His eyes are closed.
The smell is the first thing Jude notices.
It’s grapevines and cherry trees and the ocean- as Trent always smells- only twenty times more powerful.
“Trent- Trent, baby, your heat’s started.”
Trent gasps, buried his face desperately in the crook of Jude’s neck. It’s mind-boggling- the same Trent that Jude had been laughing with and joking to just the day prior was now this. Was now whining and crying and pleading- and Jude didn’t know how to feel. Off instinct, he loved it- but as a friend, it was utterly terrifying. If this had happened just hours earlier, he could have been alone in a locker room, completely vulnerable for anyone to take, to touch, to hurt.
Jude feels a sudden, inexplicable rush of protectiveness. Wraps his arms around Trent’s body, presses his lips to his head. But he knows that’s not what the omega needs.
He reaches to the bedside table, grabs one of the toys- the vibrator. Before he himself had fallen asleep but after Trent had, he’d taken the time to clean them- he didn’t know quite how, but assumed something was better than nothing.
Trent’s still weakly humping Jude’s leg— like a damn dog, Jude’s brain shouts, and then instantly regrets. Becausd Trent’s not a dog, he knows that, he’s one of the most amazing, precious human beings he’d ever met. Not some dog. Never a dog.
Trent had already slipped his pants off- Jude didn’t know when, but didn’t argue. He could see the slick leaking down Trent’s legs, drying on the inside of his thighs.
“Baby, do you-“
“‘nythin’,” Comes the half-cried out respons. “Do anythin’, please, please..!”
“O-okay, okay. Gonna have to- to get you loosened up, okay?”
Trent nods frantically. Jude drifts his hands to Trent’s navel, to his unshaven crotch.
“‘m sorry,” Trent gasps out. “Didn’t- have time to- to shave, know it’s weird and- disgusting a-and-“
“No- never, baby. You are not disgusting, or weird. Don’t you dare say that about yourself- you are absolutely beautiful,” he mutters. His fingers slip inside Trent easily, two at a time- it’s easier than Jude imagined.
Trent shuddered, immediately pushing back against Jude’s long, slim fingers. “More- more!”
Jude chuckles, retracting his fingers much to Trent’s dismay. But he quickly replaces the gap left by his fingers by something else.
He ducks his head between Trent’s spread legs, pushes them just a bit further apart as he sucks Trent’s clit into his mouth. The omega practically screams, his hips bucking wildly at the overstimulation.
Jude licks his tongue between the older man’s folds, doesn’t have to do much before he’s slipping it inside, deeper, deeper, deeper-
“Oh- oh, ah, fuck!” Comes the gasps from above, the hips under Jude’s hands shaking and thrusting bad bucking upwards.
“Like that, baby?” He rasps, lapping up Trent’s sweet slick. He’d underestimated just how sweet an omega in heat tasted.
“We’ll have time for more of that later,” Jude mutters, slipping the vibrator between his legs and turning it on, ghosting the toy over Trent’s clit and between his thighs.
“Oh- oh, god, please, PLEASE!” Trent squeals. Jude knows better than to tease him when he’s in such a state, immediately slipping the soft plastic inside of Trent’s body.
He bucks his hips as Jude flicks it on, starting on the middle-most setting. Trent lets out a relieved gasp, tears flowing down his face.
“Yes, yes , please, yes..!”
Jude huffs out a laugh as Trent’s body stills, before he rolls over and grinds down against the mattress. Jude doesn’t let him, sits with his back to the headboard and pulls Trent into his lap.
He moves the toy slowly in and out of him, feels his body shake and shudder under his grasp. One hand is holding onto Trent’s thigh, the other drifting lower, rubbing at his clit.
“Oh.. ohhhhh, a-alpha, alpha..!”
“Yeah. Yeah, baby, you’re okay. Feels good, yeah? Feels so good. So good for me.”
Trent grinds against his hand, his sobs incoherent and broken. “Please!” He wails.
Jude feels him shudder once, particularly hard, and still after- but he can’t tell if he’d come or not, slick still coating Trent’d thighs, the bed, and now Jude.
“Was that- T, did you come?”
Trent nods frantically. “More,” he whines. “‘gain,”
Jude nods. “Do you want me to keep the vibrator in?”
“No- no. Knot. Need- need a knot, please, alpha-“
Jude shudders. He can’t not- Trent’s grinding back against his clothed crotch, Jude’s bare chest against Trent’s back.
“You want my cock, yeah? That it? You a little cock-hungry bitch?”
Jude doesn’t know where the words come from- he’d never, ever even dream of saying that to Trent, and yet here he was. What was wrong with him?
He doesn’t have much time to think about that, though, because Trent’s yanking his trousers and his briefs down, panting, shaking. Slick is dried on his legs and the toy as Jduecpulls it out, setting it on the table and turning his attention back to Trent.
He helps the scouser pull Jude’s own pants down, lifting his hips and letting the omega shimmy them off before he scrambles back up his body.
“Shh, shh. You’ll get it,” Jude mutters, flipping Trent over onto his back on the bed and pinning him down. “Can’t take me all at once, baby! You’ll hurt yourself.”
Trent whines, kicks his legs out in protest. Jude just smirks, takes Trent’s abused clit between his fingers and plays with it in his hand.
“Cock,” Trent gasps through pleading whines, broken shouts. “P’ease,”
Jude chuckles, presses his lips to Trent’s. “Okay, okay,” he mutters. He doesn’t bother with fingers, Trent’s hole already loose from the toy, and merely pushes in.
Not all the way- not at first. He only pushes around half of his cock in, letting the okega adjust to the intrusion before pulling back and thrusting deep.
He doesn’t give him much time to adjust, but that’s on purpose. Knows it’s what the okega wants, what he’s been begging for, still is.
“JUDE!”
That catches him off.
Trent’s so far only called him ‘alpha,’ had showed no sign of knowing who he actually was- usually, omegas didn’t know who they were with till the heat ended. And yet, here Trent was, screaming his name as he buried himself balls-deep inside him.
Jude knows Trent has an implant, would still use a condom if he didn’t know how much Trent hated it. Instead focuses all his energy on thrusting in and out, in and out- it’s a rhythmic thing.
Each time he thrusts in as far as he can, he can quite literally see the outline of his cock inside of Trent. He groans at the sight, grabs Trent’s hand and places it over his stomach. “Feel that baby? Feel that? My cock. So- so deep, so deep inside your ass.”
Trent lets out a choked gasp, feels the limp moving under his hand. “A-alpha- alpha..!”
Jude doesn’t last long, never has. He’s a sprinter, not a long-distance runner, for fucks sake. And being able to see himself disappearing inside of Trent’s folds, just for the outline to be visible through his gut- it’s all too much. It’s far, far too much.
“Knot,” Trent whines, “knot, please, please!”
Jude doesn’t have to be told twice. Manages just a few more thrusts before he can feel his knot start to swell, buried himself as deep as he can go as his vision whites out.
He sprawls on Trent’s chest, but makes sure to keep one hand on his other wrist, nails digging into his own skin to keep him from completely blacking out and doing something reckless. If he accidentally bonds Trent, he’ll never forgive himself.
He manages to keep himself in control as he comes down from his high, just to see Trent, hips jutting up and down, up and down.
“God. Already fucking yourself on my knot, baby? So good, oh my god..”
The bulge in his stomach is even more defined now. From Trent’s broad shoulders to his defined abs to his toned pecs, Jude thinks he’d fall in love with this body in every universe. Trent’s face is scrunched in desperate concentration, and Jude thinks he could cry.
He doesn’t have much to do- rubs his slick-covered hand against Trent’s clit once, twice, takes the little thing in his fingers and rubs- and then Trent’s back is arching, and he’s crying out.
“FUCK!!”
In truth, Trent’s ‘fuck’ sounds more like ‘faaaaauygghh,’ but Jude gets the idea.
It takes several long minutes for Jude’s knot to go down enough for him to pull out without hurting Trent. The omega seems calmer now, more relaxed and exhausted than desperate.
He figures that must be the first wave ending- the overwhelming sweetness hasn’t gone down, though.
“Trent, baby, I’m gonna get you a bath, okay?”
The omega merely hums in response. Jude gently cradles him before lifting him up and carrying him to the bathroom, where he runs the water on a mild, warm setting.
“I’m gonna switch the sheets while the water fills,” Jude whispers, pressing his lips to Trent’s head. “I’m not leaving.”
Jude leaves the door wide open, so Trent could see as he walks into the main room and strips the bed of it’s sweat- and slick-soaked sheets, grabbing a spare set from the closet and re-applying them. He then re-does Trent’s nest as best he can.
He returns to the tub mostly full, gets a face cloth and a loofah and Trent’s clothes bag and returns to Trent’s side. The omega is shaking, whining- immediately grabs at Jude as he returns, wrapping his legs around the alpha’s hips.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, gently lowering the fullback into the water. He shudders at the sudden heat, but quickly falls limp against the edge of the tub.
Jude takes his time- scrubs all of the dried click from Trent’s thighs, knows it’ll all come back but wants him to be at least as comfortable as he can. He doesn’t quite know how long these waves last, hopes it’s long enough for Trent to rest and be comfortable for a bit.
He lets the omega sit in the warm bath until he starts whining, helping him out and toweling him dry with the fluffy towel he’d found in the closet.
“What clothes do you want?” He asks. Trent slumps back down onto the side of the tub, weakly shrugging.
“Y’rs,”
“..Huh?”
“Y’r clothes,”
Jude nods. He knows he’d brought the christmas pajamas his mum had gotten him the year prior- they were soft and fluffy, everything Trent needed right now.
He seems to like them, too. Buries his face in the soft fabric once it’s draped over his body, clinging to his damp skin.
“Trent, I’m gonna do your hair, if that’s okay? I don’t want you to get it messed up while you’re in heat.”
Trent nods. “U’ually get it braied professionally. Di’n’t ‘ave time,”
Jude nods. He lifts Trent’s limp form into his arms, hooks an arm under his thighs and one on his head. Carries Trent to the couch and sits him on the shower footstool so he can have easier access, keeps the scouser’s hair care bag under his arm.
“I got Maguire to call the hotel. This room’s rented for a week, and they’ll bring two new sets of sheets daily.”
“Than’ y’u,” Trent mumbles tiredly. Jude gently parts his hair, separating it into small sections. He’d never been great at braiding- he’d learned from Kalvin in his free time months ago.
“Ca..can y’scent me? ‘m tired, can’t slee’.”
Jude nods, leans down to scent the omega. “Of course, baby,” he whispers.
He quickly refocuses on the hair as Trent’s head lolls to the side adorably, cheek pressing limply against Jude’s thigh.
“Not gonna be great, but it’ll work,” Jude says, gesturing to his hair. Trent just nods.
The scouser quickly dozed off, and Jude makes an effort to keep from tugging too hard on his hair as he rubs through the motions- the separating, the up-and-down rhythmic movements that help him get through it faster. It’s strangely soothing- remarkably satisfying.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, cradling Trent’s limp head against his thigh, legs on either side of the scouser as he sits below. “I’ve got you.”
“I’ve got you.”