Chapter Text
Jeff stares down at the dark red roses, wrapped up in plastic and sea blue ribbon. He hopes his omega likes them as he chews his lip and gets out of the car. When he reaches his floor, he hears the music playing quietly through the door as he approaches it.
As he reaches for the door knob he remembers this morning.
"Why are you mad about me changing the furniture?" Monty asks, angerily setting his hands on his hips. "Because everything looks nice where it is. And why change something that already looks good?" Monty sighs. "Because, Jeff, it's not just your apartment anymore. I live here too. And I deserve to move and put in furniture." Jeff groans. "Well yeah. But not without consulting me first!" Monty steps into Jeff's space, glaring up at him. Jeff's anger almost falters.
The omega just looked so cute. "I shouldn't have to ask permission to move my things into my home!" "It's not your home! It's mine!" Monty's glare cracked, tears swelling his eyes. "I thought it was our home." Jeff feels the guilt set in and reaches for Monty. "Don't touch me." He says, stepping a foot away, hurt omega filling the air.
"Monty-" "You're going to be late." Monty says, handing Jeff his bag. Jeff sighs and walks to the door. "I love you Monty." No answer. Jeff sighs again and walks out the door.
Jeff takes a deep breath, pushing the memory away, and opens the door, the music gets louder, assaulting his ears. "Monty?" He calls out over the music, setting his bag down on the couch.
When he receives no reply, he sniffs the air for his omega. Monty always smells so good to Jeff. Like fresh rain and cinnamon.
He follows the scent all the way into the kitchen and nearly drops the bouquet from the sight that greets him.
Monty's on his hands and knees scrubbing the baseboards, swaying slightly every once in a while with the music.
His black t-shirt rises up everytime he leans to far in a certain direction.
Its no doubt that Monty has sensed Jeff was standing in the doorway. If not sensed, then definetly smelt, Jeff's alpha musk coating the room.
The smell of how much his alpha wants him, makes saliva pool in Monty's mouth. And yet he continues not to pay any attention to Jeff, and starts humming along to the song playing loudly.
Jeff shrugs off his coat, setting it on the dinning room table, leaving him in a cream sweater and his dark blue jeans. Monty however was in his low-hanging light blue jeans, a black tank top, and barefoot, with his hair running rampant.
Monty know that Jeff loves it when his hair looks like that.
Jeff walks till he's standing between Monty's legs, his shins flush against the back of the omega's thighs.
Monty still continues to pretend Jeff doesn't exist, sitting up on his haunches. Jeff raises an eyebrow, wondering what his little omega is gonna do next.
Monty leans his head to one side, then the next, purposefully exposing his neck the alpha, showing off his mating mark. Jeff groans at the sight of his bite, still a little pink, on his beautiful omega's neck.
Monty then stretches up and slips his hands behind his head, "accidentally" rubbing them over Jeff's crotch.
The alpha groaned and reached for Monty's hand, but only caught air as Monty stood up and walked around him, carrying his rag in his back pocket.
Jeff follows closely behind.
The pair finds themselves in the dinning room, Monty cleaning the large full wall window. Jeff sits down and just watches, as Monty wipes down the bottom half of the mirror on his knees.
Jeff can smell the omega's arousal, wafting around the room with the help of the fan. Which means that Monty can smell his alpha's.
Finally when Monty stands and starts doing the top half of the window, Jeff's control snaps, and he stalks over, standing directly behind Monty.
Both of their breaths hitch when Jeff presses his body flush to Monty's, from shoulders, to knees, to ankles together, and therefore pinning Monty against the window.
"I thought about you today. All day. I was mad about how we left things. I'm sorry. You should be able to move things into our home without asking. You belong here too." Jeff says, while locking his fingers with his mate's. "Really? You mean it?" Monty asks, trying to hide the fear in his voice. Jeff chuckles and plants a kiss on the small boys hairline. "Of course baby. You're mine. And what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine." Monty nods, a bright smile, stretching across his face.
"Were those flowers for me?" He asks, nodding with his head to the roses on the table. "Yeah baby. I wanted to give them to you as an apology." Jeff rolls his hips into the other's ass and Monty tightens his grip on Jeff's hand, pulling their joined hands towards his mouth.
"Was this always a part of your apology?" Monty snarks. "No. But it is now." Jeff says, continuing to grind his hips into Monty. "You looked so pretty, bent over on your hands knees. Cleaning none the less." Monty whines, steaming up the glass. "And you just pretended that I wasn't there. I know you did it on purpose. The loose jeans, tight shirt-" "It's a tank top." Monty mutters.
"Wow. Someone's running off at the mouth today." Jeff says, slipping a hand down Monty's pants, his hand resting on his firm butt. A shiver runs down Monty's spine, as Jeff slips his fingers over his hole.
"You're so wet." Jeff whispers, before sliding down onto his knees. "These jeans are goddamn sinful." He says, pulling down Monty's pants and boxer briefs with one hand, his other still clutched in Monty's. "Baby boy, I need you to let go of my hand, so I can make you feel good." Monty reluctantly lets go.
"God, look at how wet you are. For me." Jeff says as he spreads Monty's cheeks. "Only you. Only for you, Jeff. Nobody gets me this wet. God." He groans as Jeff licks into him. "I'm practically drowning in your slick Montgomery. You taste so good." More slick oozes from Monty's ass.
"Please Jeff. Please." Jeff smirks and bites his left butt cheek. "Please what Montgomery?" Monty moans at the way Jeff says his name. "Please fuck me. Please fill me up. I need to be full with your seed. Please baby please. I need…I need you." Jeff whimpers at the need in his omega's voice and at the sight of more slick sliding down Monty's legs and Jeff's fingers.
"You want it? You want the release only I can give you?" Monty nods fiercely, pulling off his shirt and turning to face Jeff.
"Please baby." Jeff chuckles and kisses both of Monty's hips. "One day, you're gonna be full with my pups." Monty moans, hitting his head against the window. Jeff stands, grabbing Monty by his hair. "Are you gonna be good for me?" Monty nearly cries as Jeff's finger traces his rim. "Yes, yes I promise Jeff, just please." Jeff smiles and bites the binding mark as he slips two of his fingers into Monty's tight channel.
"Your greedy little hole is taking my fingers so well. We haven't had sex in three days. Have you been touching yourself, baby boy?" Jeff asks, slipping his fingers out and pressing Monty against the wall. "I-I might have. Just once earlier today. I was so mad at you and I just needed." Jeff chuckled and lifted Monty up.
He turns him around so Monty's facing the window again. "Grab the railing darling." Monty grabs ahold of the black pole, running horizontal from end to end.
Most people thought it was for curtains but it's not.
"Now here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to eat you out until you come." Monty whimpers, tightening his hold on the bar. "And then I'm going to use your greedy little hole until you're begging me to come. Until you can't even fathom using anyone else's fingers but mine. You can't think about using anything but my dick to get you off." Monty sobs, and slick drips down on the floor.
"Damn baby. You're like a waterfall tonight." Jeff asks before ducking his head under the younger man. "I love how much smaller you are than me Montgomery. You're the perfect size for me. I love the way you're ass is so tight. I'm always amazed about how well you take me." Jeff says, every other word followed by a lick to Monty's rim.
Monty shakes, clutching onto the bar, while Jeff eats him out.
"Jeff…Jeff please. I-nhha-I can't hold this anymore. Please." Jeff blows across the younger boys pink hole, shinning from his previous menstrations. "I know baby boy. But can hold it a little longer? You can cum if you want. Cum all over the window. Let everyone around know what I do for you. To you." With those words and a lick, Monty clenches up, letting go of the bar.
Jeff turns in time for Monty to drop to where he's sitting on his shoulders. "Jeff…" Monty whines as Jeff takes him into his mouth. Jeff swallows once and then his omega arches his back, latching his fingers into his alpha's hair. Jeff grips Monty's hips as he swallows all of Monty's fluids.
Jeff released the man when the omega starts whimpering from sensitivity. "God Jeff. That was so good. I love how you can easily lift me and support me like that. It's so hot." Monty says, sliding down his mate's body. "Really? You gonna show me how much you love it?" Monty nods, taking Jeff's hand and walks towards their bedroom, Jeff following closely behind.