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There’s been a scent tormenting Nigel since he moved into his new apartment.
It’s fresh. Clean and sharp and sweet. It calls to him and he knows that its source is in the apartment across the hallways from his own, but he’s never met its owner.
The fact that he’s managed to control himself so far is a testament to his own willpower, because fuck if it hasn’t been difficult. A lesser alpha might have kicked down the door by now.
Not Nigel, though. He’s going to play it cool, and not do anything to fuck up everything up for himself and have to move out of this building. There’s enough in his bank account that there wouldn’t be a problem on that front, but it would still be a huge pain in the ass.
But it’s difficult. God, is it difficult.
Especially since Nigel barely has to go to the club right now, which means he’s in his apartment practically all day every day, and the source of the scent barely ever goes anywhere either. He can kind of ignore it, but if he gets too close to the front door then it’s strong enough to make his mouth water and for him to forget why he walked over in the first place.
One evening two months into this ordeal, he’s getting ready to do laundry, because Nigel is a man who appreciates clean sheets. When he steps out into the hallway the scent is much stronger than ever before. It swirls into his sinuses, thick in the air and making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
At first he curses, certain he’ll need to go back into his apartment, but he’d really rather not put this off any longer. There’s a chance that whoever smells so fucking good was just leaving the building, anyway. He doesn’t believe that entirely, but he walks towards the stairway anyway, determined.
But the closer he gets, the stronger the scent becomes. It’s so bad already that he can feel his cock threatening to harden in his pants. It’s a clear sign that the omega is near, and he should really turn back if he wants to avoid meeting the source, but it’s too late. His body is already responding, and his ability to reason with himself wanes with each step he takes.
It’ll be okay, he figures. He’ll just ignore his dick, nod to whoever it is, and get his laundry done. They can just talk, maybe become friendly. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.
By the time he’s using his card to unlock the laundry room, he’s wondering why he was so worried anyway. Even if they do end up fucking, it doesn’t have to be the end of the world. It’s not guaranteed to go horribly wrong. He shakes his head at himself. He’s been being unnecessarily cautious and cynical. Out of character for himself, and for a moment an image of Gabi drifts into his head and he grits his teeth against it. It’s been months now, and he doesn’t want to let that clusterfuck ruin everything in his life.
His lip twitches in a snarl, and he squares his shoulders and walks into the laundry room with his head held high and ready to impress.
At first it looks like the room is empty and he raises an eyebrow, confused, but then he spots a small figure tucked into a corner, sitting on the furthest of three chairs.
The omega. Sitting there in just a black blazer and blue pajama pants, head down with a book held in his lap. The sight of him knocks the wind from Nigel’s chest, and he’s almost nervous when starts dropping his sheets into the washer and calls over.
“Hey there.”
For a moment, the figure doesn’t respond, but then he looks up, gaze trained over Nigel’s shoulder and wearing a surprised expression.
And he’s fucking beautiful.
Immediately, Nigel knows he will do whatever it takes to have him.
Between those beautiful blues and the scent that’s been torturing him for months now, it isn’t even a question. He’s been an idiot for denying himself for so long. Getting this omega into his apartment and into his bed is imperative now, and his body responds automatically, cock quickly growing stiff enough to ache in his pants, but he ignores it and stays hidden behind the washer so the omega can’t see.
Instincts are instincts, but he can’t do anything about it. Not yet. He doesn’t want to overwhelm the omega, even though it would be legally within his right to present himself dick-first. He’s not a scumbag in that particular fashion.
“H-hi,” the perfect little thing says, wrapping his arms around himself and rubbing at his arms over the sleeves of his blazer. Adorable.
Still standing awkwardly behind the washer, Nigel speaks again. If the omega thinks it’s odd he doesn’t say anything, but going by the expression on his face, he appears entirely undisturbed.
“I’m Nigel. What’s your name, gorgeous?”
“Adam.”
“Well, Adam, I’m pretty sure we’re neighbors.”
“You’re the alpha I’ve been smelling for two months.”
Nigel’s face splits in a sharp grin, delighted. It means he’s not the only one whose been affected. Scents are important, yes, but it’s not usually like this. The fact that they’ve both been struggling with it speaks to an extremely high compatibility. The signs couldn’t be more clear. Their bodies have been screaming for each other all this time.
“And how do you feel about that?” Nigel asks. He palms at himself to make his aching cock sit a little better in his pants, then closes the washing machine and turns it on. The sound of rushing water fills the room, and Nigel can barely hear Adam when he speaks next.
“I don’t know,” he says, tearing his eyes away from Nigel’s body. “I’ve been wondering about you since you moved in. But... I’m anxious. You’re a stranger, no matter how good you smell.”
“Well, not total strangers anymore. You know my name, after all.”
Adam eyes him cautiously for a second, gaze immediately dropping back down to his book. Nigel waits, for once in his life unsure where to go from here. He doesn’t want to push the angel but god, he wants him.
“That’s true,” Adam eventually starts. “I could consider it. You’re very attractive.”
It’s not a full on ‘yes, fuck me until I can’t walk straight’, but it’s close enough. Nigel can barely believe his luck, excitement sparking all up and down his spine. His cock throbs, and he knows he needs to get back to his apartment as quickly as possible.
“Alright, baby. That’s fine. How about I give you my apartment number, and you can come over later tonight if you want to figure this out.”
Neither of them say anything for a moment, silence hanging almost as heavy in the air as their scents, but what Adam says next keeps a grin on Nigel’s face and a spring in his step all the way back to his apartment.
“I already know where you live.”
The first thing Nigel does when he gets home is jerk off.
Just quickly in the shower, only to relieve himself enough so that he might be able to talk with more than single word sentences when the omega arrives. After that he tries to relax, sitting on the balcony for the fresh air with a beer in one hand. The sheets will need to be moved to the dryer so he’ll have to go back down there, but he’s got a feeling that Adam won’t be there this time.
Forty minutes later, he returns to the laundry room and finds that he is correct. The scent lingers, but the omega does not. Nigel switches his laundry over and takes the steps two at a time back up to his apartment.
Waiting is a bit harder this time. His mind races, producing unfamiliar, anxious thoughts as he forces himself to watch something on television before it’s time to go get his laundry.
He sits down again once he’s finished putting the sheets back on his bed, and waits. And waits. Another hour passes, the sun going down and taking his confidence down the rest of the way with it. There’s no telling how he’ll react if the omega decides he isn’t interested enough to even talk about it, or that it isn’t safe. Nigel grimaces. He should have known better than to ask an omega to just walk into an alpha’s apartment. It was an unsubtle maneuver, and doing a thing like that is dangerous for omegas to the point where it’s a common refrain that an unmated omega should never be alone in a room with an alpha.
The negative thoughts swirl and stew in his mind, all while that maddening scent seeps in under his front door ready to kick him in the face every time he gets too near.
He’s been all but swallowed up by the negativity of it, the wasp-like sting of rejection, when he hears a series of loud knocks on his front door.
---
Adam is waiting in the hallway, dressed the same way he was before, and he is nervous.
He’s often nervous, but this is different. A new kind of nervous.
When the alpha had walked into the laundry room the scent of him had been immediately all encompassing, something smoky and somehow sweet. Not like cotton candy or fruit juice, but something deeper than that, intoxicating and utterly distracting.
Adam’s been distracted by it for weeks now, to the point where he’s started working on his laptop in the spare room at the furthest end of their apartment. It’s only helped a little. Enough to for Adam to finish his assignments and even retain information from them, but once he had to go back to his bedroom, it’d take over again.
He’s spent so many nights with his fingertips growing pruned from his wetness, fucking himself on small knotting dildos and using the post-orgasm clarity as refuge from the instinct to walk to this very door and beg for the alpha’s attention.
But then he’d seen him. Nigel is beautiful. Strong, tall, and broad, with shaggy ashen-blond hair and sharp teeth that make him look like he’s straight from the videos Adam uses late at night.
Adam isn’t used to feeling this lucky, and now that he’s finally managed to force himself to come over here, all the reasons Nigel might reject him flip through his mind in a horrid slideshow. The first is the Asperger’s, which is an aspect of himself that Adam is okay with, but he doesn’t know if Nigel will be kind about it or not. If he isn’t, then this whole thing goes right in the garbage. Another problem is that Adam is a virgin, and more than that, he hasn’t ever been in a relationship of any kind. No dates, no kisses, nothing like that. He’s got no point of reference and what if he does something wrong?
He’s trembling a bit, palms growing sweaty with his anxiety as he holds his blazer shut and waits. Moments pass and he’s just about to go back home when the door opens, and that scent hits him in the face. He moans audibly, eyes going wide and hiding his mouth with his hand in embarrassment, but then Nigel laughs.
It’s soft. Gentle. Adam peers up at the alpha’s face and sees a soft smile there.
“Hey there, beautiful.”
His voice is almost as tempting as his scent, low and smoky, curling with an accent that Adam can’t place but wants to hear more of.
“H-hi. Can I come in?” he asks, and his stomach flutters with hope.
“Of course. Please, be my guest.”
The apartment is tidy. Not spotless, not like his own place, but neat. The decor is sparse, nothing much in the way of indicating hobbies or interests, but he still finds it more and more fascinating as he walks inside.
So this is how Nigel lives, how an alpha lives.
Adam hasn’t spent much time with alphas at all, both his own parents being betas and having no siblings. After the diagnosis his dad had opted for homeschooling, too. As Adam sits on Nigel’s couch, awash in the smell of him and the knowledge that he’s so close, he realizes that this might be the first time he’s ever even been alone with an alpha.
Nigel sits next to him, close enough that their outer thighs touch. Adam swallows hard, feeling almost light-headed with anxious anticipation. He speaks before Nigel has the chance to, unwilling to let things progress without addressing his main concerns outright. If Nigel has a problem with that, then there’s no point in continuing. It’s better to get it over with before stopping would be too difficult.
“So, I’m assuming you’re interested in me. Sexually.”
Nigel chuckles, throwing an arm around Adam’s shoulders. “You don’t play around, do you? Sweet little fucking thing.”
And then he’s craning down and scenting Adam, making him shiver and grip the couch cushions in an effort to resist tilting his head, exposing more of his neck for the alpha. It’s what his body wants, but this must be discussed.
Better just get it over with.
“I have something called Asperger’s,” Adam rushes out. “It makes it hard to know what people are thinking, among other things.”
“Yeah? And?”
“I. I thought you should know. It means my brain works differently from yours,” Adam pauses, the next thought transforming into words before he can stop it. “I need direct communication, because otherwise it’ll be hard for me to tell what you’re thinking. What you want. That might annoy you.”
“How the fuck would that even be possible?” Nigel asks, sitting back. “Have people said that to you before?”
“At times. And I’m bringing it up because I don’t want to have sex with you if we’re never going to talk again, but talking again might go poorly.”
Nigel hums, shaking his head. “I know what it looks like, gorgeous, but I’m not planning to dump you on the side of the road once I’ve been inside you.”
He stands up, making no effort to hide the sizable bulge in the front of his pants. Adam’s face goes hot, suddenly internalizing what might be about to happen. He’ll have to tell Nigel about that, too.
“Can’t really blame you, for worrying. In fact, I’m glad you brought it up. That you’re telling me about yourself. No fucking around, no guessing games. There’s a lot to appreciate there. So, what do you want to drink?”
“Water, please.”
“Sensible choice.”
Adam’s heart is pounding in his chest by the time Nigel returns with their drinks. Adam takes his with a shaky hand, almost more nervous now that he’s done the hard part. Most of him had been counting on Nigel to turn him away after that, because as much as his body is reacting and he’s dreamed of this moment, new things are frightening.
Nigel sits behind him and, determined to give failure another try, Adam blurts “I’m twenty, by the way.”
The resulting laugh makes Adam’s cheeks burn even more.
“And I’m forty-two,” Nigel responds after a moment, brushing his fingertips over Adam’s shoulder. “What do you think about that?”
A strange heat in Adam’s core at that, flaring to life inside him. Nigel really is straight out of his fantasies, so much bigger and stronger, and about half the pornography Adam favors features alphas like him. Older. Experienced.
“I like it,” he says, voice nearly whisper-soft. “I was hoping you’d want me.”
“How could I do anything but? You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“But you don’t know anything about me.”
“I’d like to,” Nigel insists, and Adam thrills at the words. “Fuck, this can wait if you’d like. It’s just scent. Hormones. Pheromones. What the fuck ever. We can get to know each other first-”
“No. That’s not what I meant.”
“Well,” Nigel says, putting his drink on the coffee table and reaching over, touching Adam’s cheek and turning his head and then they’re speaking so close Adam can feel his breath ghosting over his lips. “Better tell me no now, in that case.”
Nerves and arousal bloom inside Adam at those words, chest rising and falling rapidly because he’s here and this is all so sudden but there’s heat between his legs, a tingling and aching emptiness. He draws them together, terrified of making a mess of Nigel’s couch, but then Nigel's hand is on his thigh and Adam gasps.
“Are you going to?” Nigel asks.
Adam shakes his head, and receives his first kiss on the couch in Nigel’s apartment.
Nigel tastes like alcohol, recognizable only due to the little sip of wine Adam’s father once let him have on New Year’s Eve. He tastes of something else too, less pleasant, and Adam figures that must be from the cigarettes on the table right now.
Then Nigel’s hand begins to roam lower than Adam’s shoulder. He ghosts fingertips over the blazer, the only thing preventing direct touch, and then Nigel is pushing that away. His hand comes to rest on Adam’s chest, and he pauses.
“Your heart is absolutely pounding, darling. I can feel it.” Nigel says, so close. “Why are you so nervous?”
“I. I’m anxiety prone in the first place,” Adam whispers. “But I’ve never done this before.”
Nigel lets out a low string of curses, and Adam’s face burns both from the language and how Nigel is still so close, his fingers drifting almost to Adam’s nipple and then away again.
“You’re a virgin?”
Adam nods. “That was my first kiss, too.”
Suddenly, Adam is being whisked into the air. He lets out a yelp and Nigel chuckles, holding him close. He’s so strong and his arms feel so good. Wetness leaks unbidden between Adam’s thighs, and that empty sensation returns stronger than ever when he’s gently lowered onto a huge bed.
Nigel’s bed. It feels significant, and Adam’s heart races as he stands on the precipice between who he woke up this morning and who he’ll be in a few short moments.
He rips his blazer off and drops it to the floor, then lays back and lifts his hips up to slide his pants and underwear off in one motion.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve such an angel finding his way into my home, but damned if I’m not going to make you feel amazing for your first time.” Nigel says, crawling onto the bed.
“I’m not an angel,” Adam says. “I want you to make me feel amazing, though.”
“I can’t begin to tell you how happy that makes me, darling.”
Adam glances at Nigel’s face and sees the bright red rings his irises have become, the perfect image of alphan lust, and Adam can’t help the shiver that courses through his body.
Nigel laughs softly. “Eager, are we? Maybe we should take it a little slow.”
“Do we have to?”
Adam’s anxiety is melting away with each passing second, replaced with a lust so intense he wonders if he might be going into preheat.
It’s not time for that yet, but he recognizes the signs. Sometimes it’s hard to connect with his own body, but the message it is sending now is crystal clear. Heats are always a swirl of frustrated half-agony, emptiness a stabbing pain inside him, skin on fire as he fights to sate his body’s demands with silicone toys and simulated alpha semen.
He should say something, let Nigel know he’s not on birth control and that they’ll need a condom, but those thoughts don’t occur to him. Instead, he simply whines as Nigel’s cock springs free, bigger than any toy he’s ever used, long and thick and soon to be inside him.
“Come here, beautiful.”
Then Nigel is pulling him close and slotting their lips together once more, all manly taste and brushing stubble. Then Nigel is crawling on top of him, pulling Adam’s legs apart and settling himself between them, kissing all the while as his wide hands roam over the soft curves of Adam’s trembling body.
By the time Nigel breaks the kiss and pulls away, Adam’s pupils are blown wide and he can’t stop moving. He hasn’t succumbed to heat, but he’s riding wave after wave of arousal, breathing in Nigel’s scent and spreading his legs wider, body automatically doing its best to invite this alpha in. Nigel is heavy on top of him, that cock pressed against Adam’s hip, teasing. So much teasing. Adam can barely stand it, threading his fingers through the hair on Nigel’s chest with a needy whine.
“Please,” he breathes.
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Nigel is enthralled.
Adam is gorgeous all over, inside and out. Sweet and patient, if direct. Visually, he’s like something out of a dream, and that damned scent is intoxicating up close, making Nigel throb with a need so profound it feels halfway to rut.
“Just lie back. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs.
“I want-”
“I know, darling. You want this cock inside of you, don’t you? Want my knot?”
Adam whines in response, eyes going hazy and pink lips parting. Lust bursts in hot sparks all throughout Nigel’s body. He vibrates with it, a bone-deep desire like he hasn’t felt in years. It tests his resolve, his ability to resist just shoving inside Adam’s pussy and fucking him down into the mattress until he cries with it.
But he manages, kissing down Adam’s body as if in worship, savoring the taste and feel of the skin. Even just kissing these areas Nigel can soak in Adam’s unique flavor, something subtly sweet that promises to explode on his tongue once he finally gets a taste of the boy’s slick, which he intends to as soon as possible.
Adam’s nipples are peaked, and Nigel closes his lips over one with a quiet moan. Adam shifts, hips rolling and breath coming in quick little gasps as he tugs at the bedspread. He’s so obviously nervous, so new to all of this and it’s so fucking adorable.
Nigel keeps playing with Adam’s nipples, switching back and forth between them, letting his hand drift down Adam’s body to grab at his hip and feel the enthusiasm in his movements, the need.
After a while of that, he pulls away with a sucking sound and looks up at Adam’s flushed face. Even now, their eyes don’t meet, Adam casting his gaze somewhere over Nigel’s shoulder, something different than standard omegan deference. Nigel wonders about it, but doesn’t mind. How could he when he gets to see Adam in this state of desperate need, all open desire and unpracticed seduction?
“Nigel, please. Between my legs,” Adam breathes, hand brushing against Nigel’s chest as he reaches for himself. Nigel watches it happen, stares with fire running through his veins at how Adam spreads himself open.
Wordlessly, he moves further down until his head is between Adam’s thighs. He wastes no more time, sucking Adam’s little cock into his mouth and bringing his fingers up to tease at the entrance below it. Adam lets out a half-scream and Nigel moans against him, cock throbbing as he finally gets to taste right from the source, soaking in the scent that’s tormented him for so long.
He drinks it in, swiping and dancing his tongue over Adam’s pussy vigorously, rumbling with deep satisfaction at the taste, the feel of Adam against his lips. It’s so easy to get lost in it, focus zeroing down to this, Adam on his tongue, wetness coating his face as he licks inside. He grinds against the bed, just to relieve pressure, and groans when he feels Adam’s hands in his hair, pushing his head down and trying to get more of what Nigel is giving him.
“A-alpha!”
After a moment of that he grabs Adam’s hips and pulls him down just slightly, lathing his tongue over and his little omegan cock. It’s not much bigger than a clit, but it’s totally rigid and feels good between Nigel’s lips. He sucks lightly, and Adam pulls his hair hard enough to hurt. Nigel lets out a soft laugh, gently pulling them away.
“You’re so sensitive, darling.”
Adam just bites his lip, spreading legs about as far as they’ll go, tendons in his groin pulling under creamy, unmarked skin. Nigel wonders how long that will last, saliva collecting behind his teeth at the thought of marking the boy up. He can practically feel his eyes going still redder, and when he manages to tear his gaze away from between Adam’s legs, he looks into his face and sees blue heavily tinged with gold.
Preheat.
There’s no more time. As much as Nigel would love to spend the next hour eating Adam out, he can’t. He’s tipped the omega into preheat with his presence, and if he wants Adam to be able to recall getting fucked open for the first time, he’ll need to move fast. Nigel wants to give him everything he can before animal instinct overtakes them both, renders them down to their lowest levels until Adam’s heat recedes.
It is imperative that Adam remembers this first time, how good it was. What Nigel did for him.
Maybe they’ll end up bonding. God knows Nigel already wants to, the remaining shreds of his reason won’t let him forget that it’s a bad idea. He knows he’ll love Adam no matter what, but Adam might not love him back. Might not be ready. The idea stings but creating an unwanted bond would be far, far worse. It can wait.
“Do you want to present, darling?” he asks, voice rough. “Or do you want to be face to face?”
Tradition would demand Adam present, but Adam’s comfort is more important than that. Nothing about this situation is traditional, anyway.
Adam immediately sits up, and turns onto his front, pressing his chest to the bed and sticking his ass up in the air, back arching in a beautiful curve. It spreads him wide, and a wave of scent pours out so strong Nigel wonders if it’ll ever fully disappear from the room. If he has his way about it, he’ll never find out because Adam will spend all his nights here.
With that thought, he moves behind his omega, settling one large hand on Adam’s ass and gripping the root of his own cock with the other, lining himself up with Adam’s glistening pussy. It’s coming out in a steady stream, coating his thighs and ass, making his skin shine. It’s decadent beauty, and decadent pleasure when Nigel finally pushes his way inside, making space inside Adam where no one ever has before.
Adam gasps out a startled sound that evolves into a loud moan, and he presses himself back against Nigel’s hips with no reservation. He feels like heaven on the inside, so silky and hot around Nigel’s cock, threatening to make him tie them together far too quickly.
“F-fuck, baby. Hold on.”
He stills Adam’s hips, taking deep and shuddering breaths as he tries to stead himself. Adam is mewling constantly, turning his head from side to side and trying to deepen the arch of his back, to urge the alpha on. Nigel marvels at it, pleasantly surprised at the ease with which Adam is taking it.
When he finally feels like he can move without ending things too early, he starts with slow and gentle strokes. Shallow, just pulling out a few inches and sliding back in, savoring the feel of Adam around his cock and the delighted sounds that drift out of the young omega. When Adam reaches back to try and claw at Nigel, begging for more, Nigel complies. He starts fucking in earnest, pulling out until he’s just barely inside Adam’s pussy before slamming back home again, hair falling in front of his eyes as he stares down at Adam’s ass jiggling with each thrust.
Soon, Adam begins to moan in earnest, clawing at the pillows and pressing his ass back against Nigel’s hips as hard as he can. Nigel loses himself in it, in the scent and the obscene smack of skin against skin, all the louder for all the slick coating Adam’s thighs and making a mess of the bed beneath them.
Nigel’s own sounds join soon after, and he lays forward, covering Adam with his large body as thoroughly as possible, desperate for as much skin to skin contact as he can get. He reaches beneath to rub at Adam’s cock, using his thumb and forefinger to stroke it in little bursts as he grinds into the omega’s searing heat. Adam comes soon after, seizing up and spraying sterile semen beneath him, pussy contracting around Nigel’s cock.
“Oh, goddamn. I’m coming, gonna knot you. Take it, omega. Take it,” Nigel says through gritted teeth, fighting the instinct screaming at him to bite. Moments later his knot swells, huge and pulling a scream out of Adam when it reaches its final size. Nigel nearly collapses entirely onto Adam as he comes, filling him up with pulse after pulse, cursing and biting at his own fist to sate his teeth somehow.
Once the first wave of it has passed, he maneuvers them onto their sides, clinging onto Adam as though his life depends on it. Adam clenches up around him, and Nigel curses loudly, a second orgasm slamming through him as his knot sits in that wonderful, snug heat.
When they’ve caught their breaths, and Nigel’s orgasms have grown weaker and further apart, Adam speaks. “That felt really, really good.”
Nigel chuckles, kisses his shoulder. “As it should. You deserve nothing less.”
“Nigel?”
“Yes?”
“I think I’m going into heat, soon.”
Nigel hums. “I’ve got a decent stock of supplies, if you’d like to spend it with me?”
Part of him expects to be rejected even now, and he might hold Adam a little too tightly at the thought of it. But his worries are assuaged quickly, because Adam nods vigorously, reaching back to pat Nigel’s side.
“Yes, please. I’ll need to let my dad know, but it’ll probably be okay. He says I’m supposed to make these sort of decisions for myself.”
And fuck if Nigel isn’t thankful for that.
“Alright, baby. You go do that and come right back here.”
“Yes, alpha.”
Nigel warms on the inside, pleased beyond his wildest dreams with how this has gone so far.
About twenty minutes later, the knot goes down and Nigel pulls out, Adam grimacing at the great flood of come that flows out when he does. Nigel shows him to the bathroom afterwards, and Adam takes a quick shower before he heads back to his apartment. Nigel spends the time before he returns putting the one set of plastic sheets he owns onto his bed, smiling continuously with the knowledge of what’s about to happen.
About thirty minutes after that, Adam returns. He flings himself into Nigel’s arms when the door opens, and they stumble right back into Nigel’s bedroom. Adam’s heat lasts twenty-four hours, shorter since it’s an induced one, and when they emerge from the fog of it, Nigel knows he is in love. Madly. He’ll never let this omega go, and though they didn’t bond he intends to ask the question at the first possible opportunity, when Adam wakes up from his nap.
Because the air is different, now. Their scents have mixed together but there’s something wholly else present, an aroma that makes Nigel’s blood race and his head go fuzzy with the impending future, because Adam is pregnant.
Nigel lays there, breathing that scent in and kissing Adam’s curls, vowing to protect him and provide for him and to be the best father he knows how.
And all this because he needed to do some laundry.