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Watching the entrance of the warehouse from his position on the roof of the adjacent house, Tim can’t help but think that this one might be a bust. The information about the drug deal had been half cooked at best, but they still decided that someone should check it out. And Tim had been the lucky one to be chosen. Oh well.
His comm activates and Stephs voice comes through.
“Ok, I must ask. Is it only me or is Hood really agitated today?”
Tim frowns. The Omega is still something that triggers the strangest things in his brain. There is still a lot of the old hero worship for the second Robin. Of course there is. Jason was his Robin. But he is also the guy that beat Tim half to death.
Yes, by now they know about the Lazarus Pit and the rage and all that, but that doesn’t change that he still sometimes has nightmares about it. And that he has to face the very same guy every next morning.
Even if Jason now has absolutely nothing in common with the Red Hood. Besides the build. Tim couldn’t imagine Hood ignoring every furniture in the room to lie on his stomach in the front of the fireplace. Nose in a book and pillow stacked under his chin. Combined with somewhat loose and comfy clothing.
On the other hand, Jason is still very much an asshole that somehow finds a lot of amusement in riling him up. Reminding Tim every so often that the Omega is dangerous, despite or maybe even because of his designation. It annoys him to no end.
On the other, other hand, there isn’t much better then curl up to him, whenever Jason decides to sleep in the big family den. Jason is always so god damn warm and his purrs make it so easy to sleep and.. Jason never tells him to go away.
Yeah, Tim has no idea how to classify the relationship between Jason and him. Only one thing is for sure, Jason doesn’t like it at all to be called a brother. Once the Omega even growled at Cass for it and stubbornly didn’t take it back.
“Agitated, how?” B asks and Steph makes a frustrated sound. “I dont know! But he stormed into my room, got his nose into my wardrobe and snapped at me for having the wrong kind of blankets before storming out.”
An unamused scoff comes through next. “There might be some truth to Spoilers notion. T.. Hood took unnecessarily long to scent me today, before trying to shove me out of the door. He still doesn’t show any of the class I would expect of an Omega of his status.”
Tim rolls his eyes. As if Damian wouldn’t give all his feelings away by the simple fact that he stayed and let himself be scented ‘unnecessarily long’.
“Isn’t his heat coming up?”, he decides ignoring the brat might be the best way to handle this. “Like really soon?”
The last heat, the one that brought Jason back into the pack was almost three months ago and both Leslie and Rodney had been adamant about taking him off any kind of suppressants.
“Yes”, Cass agrees. “Redid his nest. And the packnest. Unhappy.”
No one wants an unhappy Omega in their pack. Especially shortly before their heat. And all in all, beside from some goading, Jason had been seemingly content in the manor. Sure, with some better and some worse days but Tim wouldn’t have him called unhappy. Actually, he would compare Jason with a street cat that still hasn’t decided if he can trust the status quo.
“He came to me and asked for a hug today. He left with a deep frown afterwards. I thought it was because he hadn’t liked that he had to ask me for it.” For everyone else B’s voice would be uncaring, but they are bats. Tim and probably all the others can hear the mix of frustration, caring and always present fear of handling Jason wrong.
But then Tim rewinds the sentence and, “Oh..”, suddenly it is so clear, he feels embarrassment for all of them.
“Oh? Oh, what?” Steph demands to know and Tim sighs.
“The hug makes it so obvious now. It’s N. Nightwing is not here.”
There is a heavy silence for a minute or so, each of them feeling their own failings.
The night Dick and Jason reconciled had been a strange one. The Omega had pranked and riled him up enough to lunge for the second Robin. Tim had been mad enough to give into his desire for a fight and Jason had goaded him into a game of hide and seek. Kind of. In the beginning he had been so mad but the longer it went, the more fun it was.
No, it had been exhilarating to sneak through the shadows of the cave and try to get a hit in. And to exchange completely random threats. It had been forever that he had to use this kind of skillset. Especially against an obviously very well trained opponent. It did go long enough that B had declared it open season for all of them. One hit and out. Last bat standing.
It took them quite a while to notice that Jason and Dick hadn’t been with them anymore. Probably from the very beginning. Which had been worrisome, because Dick hadn’t bought Jasons affliction with the Pit at all. Or maybe he did, but the Alpha hadn’t believed that the Omega was truly free of it, just because he was with the pack now. The tension between the two had been running high.
Tim swears his ears are still ringing from the screaming match between the two highest ranking Alphas of the pack.
But whatever happened in the time Dick and Jason had been gone, as they climbed back into the cave, the air between them had been cleared. And that is somewhat of an understatement.
Dick hadn’t let go of Jason for the rest of the night, bundled together in soft blankets on the couch in the family room. And not only that, besides Alfred, the Alpha hadn’t let anyone else even come close to them. No matter the designation. Tim had never heard such threatening growls from Dick before. Ever. And Jason, who looks like he has to bite into citrus, every time he must go to one of them for scenting, instead of Bruce, had let him.
Honestly, it had been that moment, seeing Dick curled protectively around Jason and murmuring assurances into his hair, that had made it obvious how much tension the Omega usually still carries in his body around them. Because it was completely gone and he just slept. Through the growlings, through the talk between them, through Alfred bringing tea, through everything.
Tim can't help himself but admire Bruces self-control in that instance, because the Pack-Alpha didn’t even try to get close. Which.. might have probably been the best for all of them. Tim has no idea how that could have ended, and he doesn’t want to know.
Ignorance is bliss.
As the Titans called in the next morning for an emergency, Tim had been ready to bet money that Dick would tell them where to shove his participation. It had been a barely awake Jason who rolled his eyes and told the Alpha to ‘go and save the universe or whatever’.
That had been two weeks ago and no communication had come through.
“Well, shit. Now I feel really dumb. What can we do? Get some of ‘Wings clothes from Bludhaven?” Steph sounds as if she is pulling her own hair. Tim can understand that, he is feeling the same.
“I am not sure if that would help or only showcase that N is not there. I call Rodney about it tomorrow.” Amazing how steadfast Bruce is still sounding, when Tim knows that the percentage is very high that the Alpha is spinning internally. Jasons circumstances are so unique and on top on that, none of them have any experience with having Omegas in their pack. Only sleeping with one doesn’t count or Bruce would surely be an expert.
Maybe Tim spends too much time around Jason..
“You could just try to ask the other, most useless team of yours, father. Maybe for once in their pathetic lives they can be good for something and get at least a communication established. If Nightwing knew..”
Tim can’t help himself. “You really think he wouldn’t be back already if it was as easy as establishing communications? You have seen them too.”
He doesn’t even know if he is really insinuating something here. It wouldn’t matter either way. They all witnessed it. Them. There is no way in hell that Dick would be sightseeing space right now.
The new silence weighs more heavily, until Cass breaks it.
“Robin isn’t wrong. Would be good to tell Pack-Omega that all members are alive and whole.”
A soft tired sigh. “It can’t hurt to know that, for all of us. I will contact the League too. Get back to your patrols.”
***********************
Jason doesn’t remember much from his last heat, or from any he might or not might have had while being with the league. But what he remembers is a short time of wanting and needing and then a lot of warmth, affection and protection.
Which meant he didn’t put up a fight as Leslie told him his body needs to get off the suppressants. That they need to establish a baseline for him and see if the Pit had any effects on it too. It sounded all so reasonable and Rodney told Jason that he himself used his heats as a welcome break from all his work.
Who would say no to being pampered by their mate for a few days after all?
A little sentence that started Jasons exploration into heats, because he quite obviously never heard anyone talk about it like that. His therapist had been more than happy to accommodate him. Not only with medical reading material but with anecdotes from his own life too.
The man was already mated for 18 years and got two kids to show for it after all.
Jason learned that in Rodneys opinion the Porn industry could go and collectively jump from a bridge, for all that they are helping in keeping the strangest misconceptions about Omegas alive and kicking.
No, Omegas in heat don’t need to get fucked within an inch of their lives. But they sure as hell can choose it, if they want to.
Yes, they are perfectly fine alone, if they prepare themselves for it and are comfortable and secure in their chosen nest.
No matter what lies are going around, Omegas in heat are perfectly able to decide that they want or don’t want to fuck. A no or yes from such an Omega is just as valid as it normally would be. A heat doesn’t deactivate their brains.
Omegas in heat don’t need to jump the nearest Alpha just because there is one. There also isn’t some kind of instinct that tells compatibility by scent. If two scents mingle to something pleasant that's very nice, but it isn’t some future reading shit.
What is a sad truth, is that Omegas are a lot more vulnerable in their heats. Purely biologically speaking, heats make it easier to get pregnant and to strengthening packbonds. Some of the old instincts are still there, even in their evolved society. Being tasked to protect and/or help an Omega through their heat is an honor. It brings the pack together.
Still, Jason found himself surprised that Rodney freely admitted that he doesn’t like sex while in heat. At all. And that his mate and he had actually quite a few problems with that, after they decided that they wanted kids. In the end they both had been conceived at the very end of Rodneys heats.
He also learned that there were countries that handled their Omegas quite differently and that the porn industry probably took their cues from them.
Jason, who had thought he had seen a lot in crime alley, was downright horrified by the knowledge that a perfectly fine packmember on Monday, was suddenly the packwhore on Friday, because they presented as Omega.
It honestly didn’t compute. Alone the thought that Bruce, who he had hated and raged and tried to kill on more then on occasion, would ever – ever! - put a hand on Jason like this, has him forcing down bile. The man would kill himself before even thinking about something like that.
Hell, his pack would have jumped on anyone like a ravenous pack of wolves, even before Jason came back, if anyone would have dared to touch him like that and they would have gotten wind of it.
Rape.. Rape was one thing. It happened. It happened not only in the alley but everywhere. But the continued use..
Jason had been starting to look into organizations that tried to help in these countries the very same day.
But the thing is, all the knowledge about heats, didn’t prepare him for this.
Waking up and feeling wrong. Feeling the insistent tugging somewhere in his mind about the sheer wrongness of his surroundings.
Which is ridiculous.
By now he is calling the manor his home again. His room and his nest are perfectly fine and if his brain thinks it needs more protection, there is still the pack den. A room without windows, with reinforced walls and a biometric lock for fucks sake! If Jason doesn’t want to make his nest in fort knox, it doesn’t get much safer.
Not to mention all the Vigilante packmates that could beat up any random Alpha with their little pinkies.
The itch under his skin doesn’t let up. Not after he redid his own nest, even going so far as scavenging the rooms of his packmembers for items with fresher scent on them. Not after he redid the nest in the den. Not after scenting a very unwilling Damian for a honestly unnecessarily long time. Not after helping Alfred in the kitchen with baking some chocolate cookies. Not even after going to Bruce for a hug!
That one felt wrong anyway. Good? Yes. Wrong? Also yes.
His pride might never recover.
Watching the others heading out for the night, suddenly a possible answer appears. Or more like a logical leap. If Jason can’t make it right in these circumstances the circumstances have to change.
He goes back into the mansion and changes into one of Bruces jumpers with some kind of sport print on it. Basketball? Jason doesn’t care. Next on his list is one of Tim’s backpacks, leaving the former content on the boys bed before snatching one of Damians snake stuffed animals and a random shirt from Steph. For Cass he ventures to the garderobe for one of her scarfs, because he isn’t dumb enough to enter her room uninvited and one of Alfreds aprons.
With all packscents secured he allows himself a minute or two, staring longingly at his very, very nice nest before heading into the garage. Bruce really needs to get a grip, because while all these cars certainly look nice, they are horrendous for driving under the radar. Can’t the guy get at least one dark grey SUV or something?
For a minute Jason is tempted to steal.. err take the second batmobil, but he will be in enough shit with the pack for venturing out alone. Without telling anyone. And yes, just as he has that thought, he is willing to admit that this whole adventure is not his brightest idea.
But the mansion is so wrong. It crawls over his skin.
The thing is, as he finally decides on a red BMW, that he only has a vaque idea how to get from here to there. He only remembers the bus station.
Oh..
Thats the new plan then. There should be night buses around somewhere, right?
Jason is totally right, as he parks the car near the bus station and studies the plan for today. He only has to scare off one wannabe robber and gives the dude a lecture in the form of a single fist into his face. Jason feels generous and he doesn’t have time for this bullshit anyway. He can already feel his temperature rising.
At least for once he seems to be in luck, because he only has to wait for around 15 minutes before he boards the bus.
The drive is overly long and Jasons patience diminishes greatly. By the time he can finally leave again, he has to take a deep breath to clear his head. Urgh. Why doesn’t everyone use scent patches? So many mingled scents in one place for over an hour is downright disgusting.
And do these people not know what showers are?
And does he sound like a rich prick now?
Must be the heat.
From there at least it isn’t that hard to find the building and after a quick look around, scaling up over the fire ladder. The traps on the window are the usual, even if he scolds himself for not bringing tools. It’s a bit annoying to get a few of these ‘nobody was here before you came back’-strings loose.
Finally letting himself into the apartment he scrunches his nose at the stale air, but at the same time inhales deeply and happily. Fucking finally everything is god damn right.
Or it was until he enters the bedroom and stares at the unmade bed with a very obviously missing nest. Jason might not be able to answer why there should be a nest on the Alphas bed, but that doesn’t tamper his annoyance at the fact. At all.
For fucks sake, does he have to do everything himself?
Sniffing at the bedding, he decides it’s good enough. Stale for now, but there was still lingering freshness and the very important smell. Holding still for a moment, to let his head fall into his neck to stare at the boring ceiling, he begs himself for a little bit more energy. He only needs to make the nest and it will be done.
There is no one here that he could attack if everything goes south and by the state of the apartment, no one should stumble over him. His hindbrain is finally silent and his skin stopped itching. He didn’t even maim the dude at the bus stop.
Just one more nest.
At the end it certainly isn’t his proudest creation, but at least it looks freaking cozy and inviting. No wonder with all the soft blankets and pillows that he unearthed from all around. Most of them in Nightwing blue of course. Because how else could one get such an ego?
One that was mostly deserved but Jason is in absolutely no mood for that anymore. He is tired and cranky; his scent patches are itching, and he is cramping. Getting out of his clothes (stuffing the jumper somewhere in there) and ripping the patches off, he has just enough energy left to get a water bottle and crawl in only shorts and shirt into the nest, before he is out like a light.
He has no idea how much later it is, when movement on the mattress wakes him and it’s only his nose that recognizes the scent before his mind can move to aggression. The ocean. Fresh sea air with a hint of surprise. That’s fine. Jason can stay where he is. On his stomach, with his arms under the pillow. It’s comfy.
A weight settles carefully above him, forcing a small grunt out of him and a nose is moving along his neck. It tickles. “What are you doing in my bed, Little Wing?” Jason can’t make out any annoyance in the Alphas voice, but that could just be, because he has a hard time coming up from his sleep. And it's warm and the weight on his back feels good and..
“I made the nest. It’s mine now.” Because it is. Everything would have been so much easier if it had already been there. A soft laugh travels over his skin.
“Okay. Is the bedroom still mine?”
Of course it is. What would he do with a fucking bedroom in this shitty town? “Obviously.” Maybe he doesn’t have to answer more idiotic questions if he just pretends to go back to sleep?
“Obviously..”, Dick repeats and Jason wonders what the hell is so amusing, because the asshole is laughing again. “What are you doing in my bedroom then?”
For fucks sake..
He turns his head and glares up to the Alpha, out of the corner of his eyes. And huh.. Dick is pretty close. Which might have to do with the nose in his neck, now that he thinks about it. Damn. His movement stopped that. It had felt nice.
“Did someone break your nose in space?”
Dick blinks. “No?”
Why does that sound like a question? If someone took the whole pack through a psych evaluation, they would all fail. Honestly.
And now that he is a little bit more awake..
“You didn’t just crawl into my nest in full Nightwing gear, right? Oh god..”, he groans. “Take a shower and come back. You reek like a spaceship. Don’t wake me again.” He presses his face back into the pillow.
Another laugh. “Allright. Don’t get all prissy on me.”
A kiss is pressed into his hair and the weight leaves him. Which is kinda sad, because that also felt nice.
*************
Bruce is not panicking. In his life, not only as eccentric billionaire and father but as Vigilante too, he has experienced too many things to panic about his missing son. The Omega son that already died once and is so close to his heat and..
He is very much panicking. Right alongside the rest of his pack.
After they all came back to the cave after a slow crime night and he decided to talk to Jason, before taking any of the other options. Maybe his son would be able to decide what to do for himself, after knowing the reason for his agitation.
And because Bruce had promised him, to not decide things over his head in one of their sessions together with Rodney. Where Jason had shown an independence streak a mile wide. Which was probably not surprising and Bruce tried to accommodate his son as much as possible.
Not that it was easy. There was so much between them. Some of it coming from Jasons Lazarus infused imagination and some of it from Bruce righteousness. They both would probably still be at each other's throats, without actually wanting it, without Rodneys help. Thank God for therapists. Everyone should have one.
But that doesn’t help him now. Now that they noticed that Jason hasn’t holed up somewhere reading but was honestly missing.
It sounded better in his head then ‘had left’. Bruce is not ready to accept that possibility.
He isn’t.
Tim had called Oracle and together they tried to find out what happened.
In the end it had been Alfred that pointed out his missing apron and Damian that sniffed derisive about his missing stuffed snake.
From there it wasn’t a far jump to see that Jason took all of their scents with him. To nest somewhere that wasn’t the manor.
They started searching through all of Red Hoods known and not so known safehouses without much success. Bruce did his best to absolutely not imagine what could happen to his son in full heat, alone somewhere in crime valley in one of these shitty little holes. He might have punched a wall, while not imagining it.
Oracle finally found that Jason took one of the cars – why didn’t he look for that? All that panic is so useless! - and parked somewhere near crime valley. Of course he did. That boy!
By the time they arrived there, the car had been keyed but seemed otherwise intact and they spread out from there again.
The incoming call from Dick stopped further spiraling for the moment and he took a moment to gather himself with the thought that at least one of his missing boys was in range again. Thank god.
Now he had only to explain to one of the most possessive Alphas he had ever met, that their pack Omega was missing. That one night, that Tim eluded to before, he wouldn’t have been surprised if his oldest would have found himself in a protective rut.
“Dick. You are back?”, he answered the call.
“Mhm. Just came home. Took longer than planned. We had problems with the ship on our way back.” Bruce could tell that his son was tired, but there was also mischief in the voice. It would have made him a lot happier in different circumstances.
“I am glad. Listen..”, how could he explain? There was no good way to admit that he had just let Jason walk out of the door.
“Say Dad, are you per chance missing one very grumpy Omega?”
“Oh God..”, he needs to sit down. He needs to.. His hands are shaking. “He is in Bludhaven? Is he alright?” Bruce wants to hit another wall. Of course Jason wouldn’t have gone to a shitty hole in crime valley. Of course he would have gone to the source of his problems. Without telling them, because Jason never could make anything easy in his whole life.
“He is nesting on my bed. Took me quite by surprise to be honest.” Dicks voice is perfectly airy and Bruce feels the hairs in his neck stand up. “He is also in heat and I can’t help but wonder.. Seeing as he is alone and nothing indicates that anyone from the pack was here.”
He closes his eyes and wants to rub his forehead, only to he can’t with the cowl still on. Damn it. He is Batman. He can withstand the accusing tone.
“Jason has been agitated today. He walked out on us while we were at patrol.” No need to sugarcoat the truth.
“He walked out on you? And somehow came to Bludhaven alone, without any of you noticing? You mean to tell me that he was alone in the manor that close to his heat!?”
Hindsight is 20/20. Bruce would be the first to admit that.
“Alfred was home.”
“And obviously Alfred was a big hindrance.” There is a short silence. “I will look after him for now. Don’t come over. Either of you. I am.. angry.”
Without Jason here, Bruce might be the only one left that knew that an angry Dick wasn’t crossed lightheartedly.
“I understand. Thank you. I am still happy that you are both all right.”
A soft exhale. “Yeah Dad, me too.”
Listening to the tut-tut-tut that indicated that his son had hung up, he has to face the next obstacle. His pack. Who already are beating themselves up and who probably wont take kindly to being shut out from their pack Omega.
Sometimes he wishes he had been born as Beta.
***************
Of course Jason wakes again as Dick crawls back into the nest. But he might find it in his heart to forgive the Alpha for it, because he smells freshly showered. And moves close enough to get his arms around him. Jason doesn’t even try to stop his purr as he burrows closer and slips into sleep again.
The next time he wakes up, the sun is shining through the windows, and he is hungry and thirsty. But he is also warm and boneless and moving seems like a major obstacle. It just doesn’t seem worth, getting out of the nest.
Although, his muscles tense up as there is movement by the door. At least until he can make out Dick with a tablet in his hands. “Ah, you are awake. How are you feeling?” Jason blinks. He just woke up. How should he be feeling? But then the Alpha deposits the tablet on the nightstand beside the bed and he can make out already to bitesize prepared toast and a cup of tea. And now that, that brings him at least in a halfway vertical position.
The Alpha, now also in sleep shorts and a black loose shirt and not in his costume anymore, smiles while shaking his head and takes the little plate from the tablet to hold it out to Jason. Who stares at it. And then stares at Dick.
Who returns the look and shakes his head with a fond expression. “Should have known, Mr. big and bad.” The Alpha sits down beside him and starts feeding him the toast. Jason has an inkling that something is strange with that picture, but he quite likes the strawberry jam.
He also likes the tea. Green with a hint of citrus. It's refreshing.
But curling back down into the nest is still the best. And it’s even better as Dick joins him again and starts running his fingers through Jasons hair, while he imitates an octopus around the mans strong frame and listens to his Alphas steady heartbeat.
The next time he comes to himself, he remembers another feeding and more cuddles and Dicks voice. Something about space and aliens and villains. Jason is sure he hasn’t missed out on too much on that front.
This time he is on his side, with Dick playing big spoon, curling around him. He feels.. Safe. Good. Rested. Calm.
Stretching out a bit and yawning, Dick, who is seemingly awake, lets go of him and sits up. Turning around, on his back, Jason blinks up to him. “You are here.”
“Jupp.”
Jason frowns. “Shouldn’t you be in space?” Which.. Dumb question. How could Dick be in space and still feed and cuddle him in his nest? The Alpha seems to think the same because he laughs.
“I was. Is there a reason you decided to ride out your heat alone in my apartment?” And that could have been said accusingly, but the fingers that have returned into Jasons hair kind of take the bite out of it. But still..
“Are you getting territorial right now?”
Dick rolls his eyes. “Not right this moment, no. The pack was worried about you.”
Oh. Yeah, he can see that. His very logical idea doesn’t seem so logical right now anymore. He grimaces. “How bad is it?”
“I am not sure. You will have to face that after your heat. For now they are keeping their distance.”
Something in the Alphas face shuts down and there is an angry glimmer. “Not that you are out of the doghouse with me. What the hell were you thinking? Coming here, all on your own with your heat minutes away?!”
Urgh.
Abort mission.
Jason tries to turn around but suddenly has a lap full of angry Alpha, who stares down at him. “Uhm”, he starts. “I am sure that I have read that it doesn’t make a lot of sense to discuss with an Omega in heat. Thats me. Omega in heat. Which means you need to stop discussing.”
Dick narrows his still glimming blue eyes. “I am sure you shouldn’t believe everything you read. Now spill.”
Thats a little bit hard when everything he could say would make him seem like a lunatic.
“You know.. Busses count as pretty save means of transport these days.”
Dick sputters at him. “You took the bus?! Are you insane?!”
Well. Fuck.
Double abort.
“Jurys still out on that actually.”
Dick leans in closer and snarls lowly. “I would advise you, not to start this shit with me right now, Little Wing.”
Jason whines. “Come on Dick. You know you are the only one in the pack I can trust to handle me when I snap. You weren’t in the manor, and I wasn’t thinking clearly. It’s not like I have experience with this kind of shit.” Or impulse control.
The Alphas face smooths out almost immediately. “Bruce can handle you.”
Jason nods, squirming for a better position, but the Alphas thighs are like iron and have pinned him good. All he gets for it, is a warning growl. “Yeah. Probably. But a heat has a lot to do with letting go, right?” At least it felt like that for him. Just sitting there and trusting Dick that he would take care of him.
“I..”, he wets his lips, unsure how or even if he should continue. “I tried very hard to stay in control these last months. You told me you wouldn’t let anything happen. I trust you on that.” Does really no one see how easy it would be to snap a neck of someone snuggled up to him? He shudders at the thought.
“I couldn’t be sure how I would react to the heat and you weren’t there.”
Dick looks stricken for a moment, before sighing and rubbing a hand through his black hair. “And so you came here.”
Jason nods. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“Jesus Christ, Jason”, Dick grumbles out and lies down on him, pressing his nose into Jasons neck and inhaling deeply while hugging him. “This needs to be handled better next time.”
Jason purrs, bringing his head to the side to give Dick more space. “Yeah, well. Maybe don’t be in space.”
“You told me to go”, the Alpha points out dryly, pressing soft kisses into his skin, nosing along them. Jason brings up his own arms to hold Dick closer. He has no idea what they are doing. He doesn’t want to think about it. It feels good. It feels right.
“I didn’t tell you to fuck off for over two weeks.” Jason defends himself, getting one of his hands under Dicks shirt and spreading his fingers over the warm and smooth skin. The Alpha shudders and rumbles approvingly.
Dick straightens up and searches his gaze. “You going to tell me to fuck off if I kiss you now?”
Jason thinks his heart might have stopped there for a second, before it hammers in overtime in his suddenly tight chest. “I.. No, I am not.”
The Alphas look is intense and suddenly there are a lot of tiny lightning strikes under Jasons abruptly very hot skin. “Thank god. I had to hold that in, since the moment I saw you here.”
Dicks lips are on him and warm and caring for all but a second before it switches to hungry and demanding. They both moan the moment their tongues touch and Jason finds himself thrown into a very hot makeout session. One that never crosses over into a field that Jason finds himself not ready to visit right now.
But one that leaves him breathless and giddy and in awe about being allowed to touch and be touched by this very special Alpha.
Rodney had been right. It was fucking fantastic to get pampered while in heat.