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Most people don't understand Peter's decision to work at an Omegamart, thinking it a recipe for disaster since he is an omega himself. The main clientele is horny alphas after all, and the last thing Peter needs is one of them thinking he wants their knot since the very idea of being with an alpha makes Peter want to vomit.
The thing is though, no one would ever expect to see an actual omega working in a sex shop selling fake life sized omega dolls. The pheromones of an omega are distinct enough that even a beta can pick them out of a crowd, especially since the occurrence of one is so rare. However, there are so many smells floating around the store since they sell customizable fake omega scents for the dolls that whenever someone catches a whiff of Peter’s pheromones, they just assume it is one of the fake ones.
In essence, it is the perfect place to hide in plain sight.
With the omega population dwindling every year, being able to go unnoticed has become more of a challenge. The fact that Peter has worked at the store for almost a year and never once received a marriage proposal was a miracle . He used to get them daily when he worked at a cafe. The fact that he has to spend his days stocking shelves full of cock sleeves and silicone asses for alphas to pound doesn't even bother him anymore. He was desensitized that the jiggle of them just made him laugh. Plus, it was all worth it to just get to do a job without being ogled.
The store was most famous for their life size omega dolls. Peter still has a bit of a problem with them, finding them creepy to be around with their soulless, staring eyes that he swears follow him around. But they come with all the right holes for a needy alpha to be able to get through their rut with, and Peter is always thankful that a doll is taking that rather than himself even if they can end up being eerily realistic.
Sometimes it was a little unnerving how some alphas would treat their dolls like real people. They would give them names and take them on special outings and dates. There were salons that would give them new haircuts or styles.
There were places you could send them for a 'spa' treatment where customers could bring in their doll to get cleaned up and repaired if needed. This was a popular service, and Peter tried not to think about the kind of wear and tear that would have to happen for repairs to be needed.
He just couldn't understand how anyone could get so invested in a doll, but at least their crazy hormones paid his bills.
The majority of betas weren't into roleplaying as an omega, the idea of covering up your own scent with another was down right repulsive. For some alphas, the omega dolls were the closest they would ever get to being with one and satisfying the barbaric sexual urges they had.
Which Peter was one hundred percent behind, he would appreciate it if all knots could kindly stay the hell away from him. He’s never had an alpha and never wanted one.
The jingle of the bell above the door at the store has Peter turning his head from where he’s perched at the counter doing his daily morning crossword. It’s unsurprising to see a person walk in with their hood pulled up over their head and wearing sunglasses to hide their features. When it’s someone's first time inside Omegamart they always try to hide who they are.
“You’re getting this one,” Peter whispers out of the corner of his mouth to his coworker, Miles.
“Like hell, you owe me for making me do inventory by myself last night. I'm not lifting a finger today, so the newbie is all yours.” Miles replies with a cheeky grin.
Peter sighs, hating that Miles has a point and glances back over at the customer who seems to be hesitating over every move he makes. Dealing with people new to the store is always tedious because it means explaining all of the different merchandise, which they have a lot of. Peter always prefers dealing with people who know what they want, if he has to deal with anyone at all.
“I’ll go over if they start to look really lost.”
Miles rolls his eyes with a laugh. “Sure you will.”
“Like you’re any better,” he grumbles defensively. Peter could go over and help the alpha, but he’s so close to finishing up his crossword. He taps his pencil against the page and makes sure to glance up every few seconds to check on the fellow.
Even without taking in the man's appearance, Peter can tell he's an alpha. The stench of him is so strong that it is detectable all the way across the room to where Peter sits at the front counter. The guy smells strong and earthy , like he’s the kind of guy that carries around tree trunks just because he can. It’s both intimidating and alluring, not a combination that Peter is used to smelling and he thinks he actually likes it. Usually he hates how an alpha smells, most seeming to have some essence of the putrid stench of the city tainting their scent.
But everything about this alpha seems different, right down to the gentle way he moves around the store. Peter finds he can’t take his eyes off of the figure, his mind wandering to what kind of muscles might be under the bulky hoodie he wears. Maybe he’s from out of town and that’s why he smells the way he does.
It's easy to keep track of where the man is with the way he towers over everything in the store. No one ever goes straight for the omega dolls lined up against the back wall, and this guy is no exception. He winds his way through the aisle with extreme caution until he’s wasted enough time that it seems like looking at the dolls is the only thing left to do. At which point he just stands back there and stares.
Peter knows that for some alphas it feels like defeat to purchase one and finally admit to themselves that they need something more to get themselves through their rut. That they’re tired of trying to find someone to spend it with to only end up alone and frustrated.
Peter gets it because that’s how he feels about his heats, only there isn’t as much of a market for toys to help Omegas get through theirs. Most don’t have a problem finding a mate, and aren’t stubborn about wanting to remain single.
The thought of an alpha touching him like that has always made Peter’s stomach revolt.
Peter manages to complete his crossword while the man continues to look over the dolls. It’s with great reluctance and a sigh along with some heavy prodding from Miles that Peter steps out from behind the counter to see if the man needs any help. Why can’t the guy just buy the first one that gives him a boner like the rest of the alphas that come in?
He weaves through the aisles to get to the back of the store, passing by the aisle of omega silicone asses that promises to feel like the real thing. Peter can promise they don't. He's compared them just to see, and definitely found them wanting. Not that most alphas will ever get a chance to find a willing omega so they can compare for themselves.
The closer he gets to the alpha the more he realizes just how much he underestimated the guy's size. Peter's five-foot six and lean, so he’s used to the fact that alphas are larger than him. But this guy? He's on a whole other level. Peter figures he has to be well over six feet tall, and thick enough around that if a car hit him he probably wouldn't even get knocked over. Is insurance needed to walk around if someone is that huge? It's been a long time since Peter felt intimidated by an alpha's presence.
Taking a deep breath, Peter plasters on his best customer service smile to mask his distaste for working in customer service. His voice is full of false cheer as he asks, “Do you need any help? I can tell you more about any of our models here.”
The man turns to face Peter, his lips parting in surprise. He visibly relaxes, looking lost among the display. "Oh god yes please , I have no idea what I'm looking for, just that none of these seem right."
This close Peter understands why the man is so covered up since every inch of the small amount of skin visible is scared. Peter can only assume the rest of him is that way, and he hates to think about what could have happened to cause such a thing. It should probably make Peter uncomfortable to look at but all he can think about is how tough the alpha must be to have survived whatever it was.
Peter's dealt with enough folk that are rotten on the inside that dealing with someone pleasant but with an unconventional look is almost refreshing. What other alpha bothers to say please? Peter offers up a gentle smile. "Well, you want to start by choosing a base model and then we can equip them with anything you want depending on your price range. So really to start you just need to pick out the one you find most attractive."
The man nods along, glancing back at the dolls every few seconds. "And this is everything you've got?"
"Well—" Peter hesitates before continuing— "I do have a few others that aren't on the floor."
The man looks around nervously before continuing. "Do you have more male models? You only have the one out here and well… blonde that doesn't even look legal doesn't really do it for me."
Peter nods along, his actual feelings on the matter leaking through when he replays, "You wouldn't believe how popular that model is, it makes me sick . That's the ideal for a male omega? Come on. But, they sell. So that's what my manager wants to put out on the floor. But I've got a couple others in the back that are a little more real. They're nice, we just didn't have enough room for them out here. If you want to wait I can go get them."
"I've got all the time in the world," the alpha says with a large genuine smile that makes Peter's knees go weak. Which, what the hell?
Giving a small smile back, Peter nods along before turning to the employees only marked door.
"Whoa, if any of the models back there have as nice of an ass as you that would be superb."
Peter's face goes nuclear red and he all but flees to the back room to slam the door shut behind himself. In a store full of items that fit the ideal fantasy for an alpha, he's not used to being noticed. He cranes his neck around to try and see what his ass looks like in the jeans he is wearing. He thinks it looks normal, it might be larger than average. But nice enough to buy a copy of?
The guy must be crazy.
Navigating the back room with all of the inventory they keep is always a nightmare. The dolls take up incredible amounts of room with their size. Peter has to grab a cart to be able to bring the boxes out and he hates that he wouldn't have to do this if they would just make room to display them with the rest.
There are two that he wants to bring out with him to show the guy, but it takes a bit of work and lots of swearing to get them both on the cart considering the boxes are taller than him. In the end he’s sweating from the exertion. He could have asked Miles for help but that would mean letting his coworker see just how worked up he is. He wheels them out, thankful that the guy didn't get bored and leave, making all of his effort wasted.
"I've got two here that I think you would like. You seem like the kind of guy that wants something a little more genuine. Both of these models have actual human hair and skin that feels so real you'll think we committed a crime to get it that way."
The man tips his head back, a deep and throaty laugh erupting from him. Peter likes the way it sounds.
Peter brings the boxes right to the man, and shuffles them around so the front of both is visible. The alpha inspects both but his eyes linger longer on one.
"How'd you know I have a thing for brown hair and brown eyes?"
Peter tries not to fidget, wondering if the man noticed that he has those features as well. "I took a wild guess. You like that one then?"
"Can I take it out of the box to make sure?"
"Oh yeah, of course! Just know, there is no scenting the merchandise." Peter moves around the box so he can unlatch the front of it and swing open the clear panel. The way the dolls lay in the box, unmoving and lifeless, always reminds Peter of being at a funeral. All it would take is to make the boxes shaped like a coffin and the look would be complete. Sometimes the dolls look too human for their own good.
He steps aside and motions for the alpha to go ahead. It takes a second before the alpha is comfortable enough to reach in and touch the doll, and Peter is surprised with how tenderly he does it. He holds the side of the doll's face in his massive hand, thumb rubbing along its cheek like he already cherishes the object.
Usually when someone checks out the merchandise they take one second to touch the hair, face, and arms before moving on to squeeze a tit. Not this guy though, he strokes the doll's hair and caresses it's face like he's come back from the war and found his long lost love.
It's weird, and Peter finds himself getting irrationally angry at the scene. Usually he finds this kind of thing pathetic and funny.
How can a guy like this be single and in need of a doll? Is it the scars? It seems like such a trivial thing if the man treats his partners like this. He should have people beating down his door.
Peter clears his throat and has to force himself to look away, feeling overwhelmed. "So you're going to go with that one then?"
"Yes, definitely. I don’t even care what it costs." He breathes out in awe. "It feels so real."
“I can bring it over to the counter for you and we can go pick out a scent and any other accessories you might want.”
“Oh, I got it.” He says with a smile as he closes the box up and picks it up and carries it easily under one arm like it weighs nothing.
It takes Peter a moment to remember that he should be following the guy instead of staring after him with his mouth gaping open like a fish in heat. He wonders what it would be like to be carried like that. He scurries after the alpha, hoping he doesn’t look suspicious as he does.
Breathlessly Peter asks, “So what kind of scent were you thinking?”
He sets the doll down beside the counter, where Miles is still lurking, watching them with a bemused expression, before turning to face Peter. “I keep getting whiffs of this scent in here, it’s like a warm cup of tea and a sticky bun first thing in the morning. I need to have whatever that is.”
Peter nods along like he knows exactly what the man is talking about when he actually doesn’t have the slightest clue. All the omega scents smell sickly sweet to him.
It’s here that Miles decides to butt in, a manic gleam in his eye. “Really? I don’t think we stock one like that.”
“What am I smelling then? Because it’s definitely an omega’s scent. That or my brain might be misfiring, it does do that from time to time. It’s the reason I came in here, I could smell it from the street.”
Peter shoots Miles a glare. “I’m certain your brain is just fine, let’s walk over to them and see if we can sniff that one out, alright?”
The man takes an exaggerated sniff of the air before following along behind Peter. They keep the scents near the front of the store because it really is what draws a lot of alphas in, so they don’t have far to go. Peter does his best to point out the ones that would best fit what the alpha is looking for. They try ‘Tropical Sunshine’, ‘Sweet Baker', and ‘Studious Bookworm’, but it doesn’t matter what scent they pull out, none of them are the one that he’s looking for. Eventually the alpha reluctantly settles on 'Gentle Lover', not that either of them can figure out what that is supposed to mean but it smells nice and has some cinnamon notes to it.
"I would be all over it if they had one called ‘Couch Potato’, do you think they take write-in suggestions?"
Peter snorts, shaking his head. "I tried that when I first started working here because how are there no masculine scents? But no, all omegas have to be pretty dainty little things. How is there no scent like ‘Sweaty Runner’ or ‘Excessive Caffeine Consumption’."
"Not everyone can be as forward thinking as us," he says in mock seriousness as he gestures wildly around the room.
It's a surprise for Peter when he finds himself genuinely smiling. He's not sure when he let his guard down and stopped using his customer service persona. He's actually having a good time with a customer . The world must be ending.
"I suppose I should get some clothes, it would be kind of weird to have it sit around naked all the time. Am I supposed to keep it out? I feel like I’ll have a heart attack if I go to the kitchen in the middle of the night and it’s just sitting on my couch but it also feels weird to put it in a closet."
“Right, let's get your doll some clothes. Then it’s not indecent when company comes over.” Peter finds himself slipping back into customer service mode as he starts to remember the fact that he’s helping the alpha put together his ideal silicone mate.
The alpha gives him a weird look for the comment but follows him over to where they keep the clothing. The alpha has too much fun sifting through them though, picking out a wide assortment, including a few skirts and a cheerleader uniform.
It makes Peter squirm to think of the doll wearing such things. This is what the alpha likes to see his male omega in? He regrets bringing out the doll that most resembles himself when he starts to contemplate if he would be willing to wear such a thing.
Peter also helps him pick out the lube that most resembles a male omegas slick. Peter has also tested that one out and hates to say that it's almost indistinguishable. Not that he can admit that to anyone ever in his life, especially not a customer. He can't give away that he has first hand knowledge because he's an omega after all.
In a weird twist, the alpha refuses the offer of picking out vocals for his doll.
“They won’t tell me what I want to hear anyways.”
That just makes Peter wonder about what the alpha would like to hear said to him.
They head back over to the till where Miles gives Peter a peculiar look. Peter ignores him and starts to ring the items up. Sometimes when it gets to this point, an alpha will back out of the purchase because of how expensive the dolls can be. Peter usually suggests they go for one of the bottom half only models at that point.
But this alpha? The only delay is when he takes a second to pull off his sunglasses. He doesn't even hesitate to hand over his card for a purchase of over eight hundred dollars.
"I really appreciate all your help today, Peter," the man says earnestly, his eyes crinkling in the corners from the force of his smile. His eyes are an icy blue, but they do anything except chill Peter. They burn into his very being, making every part of Peter burn up.
The sound of his name on the alpha's tongue has Peter's heart flatlining. He's suddenly as breathless as when he tries to run to catch the bus when it shows up early, but manages to gasp out, "How'd you know my name?"
It's Miles who answers, but only after kicking Peter in the shin to grab his attention. "We wear name tags you moron."
"Oh, right." Peter swallows nervously, doing his best not to look anywhere near the customer, feeling too embarrassed for eye contact.
"Let's make it an even trade then, my name's Wade."
Peter cheeks burn, his mouth running away on him without his permission as he says, "Cool, Wade. Sounds like blade. Wadey blade."
Peter is ready for the ground to open up and swallow him. For some strange reason though, Wade laughs. There is a twinkle in his eye when he responds with, "You're not wrong."
“Do you want me to help carry anything out? These skinny arms can carry more than you think.”
“Can they now? I guess they could carry the bags for me.”
Miles snatches the bags up off the counter, a practiced smile on his face as he does. “Actually I’ll be the one to do that for you, sir.”
Wade blinks in surprise but is quick to shake it off and smile back. He picks up the box and hoists it under one arm again. “Okay, that’s fine.”
Miles follows Wade out of the store, leaving Peter alone.
Just what was he doing? He slams his head down onto the counter and groans. He tries to do some mental calculations of when his last heat was and if he’s getting close to his next one. It would certainly explain away his behavior.
The bell above the door jingles, alerting Peter to Miles' return. Miles doesn’t hesitate to ask, "What the hell. Was. That?"
"Shut up."
“You were flirting with him!”
Peter gasps and stands up straight to glare at Miles, “I was not!”
"Does the self proclaimed alpha hater have a crush?" Miles gibes, leaning in close.
"Me? Never. Shut up . He was the worst and I hated every second of interacting with him,” Peter lies, his face flushing a deep shade of red.
"I should have guessed that damaged was your type." Miles laughs so hard he starts coughing. “You totally liked him!”
"You're deranged and I don't have to listen to such slander."
"You almost broke the only rule of you working here: don't follow an alpha out of the store so he can smell you, and definitely don't go to their vehicle." Miles gripes as he puts a hand on Peter's shoulder and squeezes lightly. "No one here would be able to forgive themselves if something happened to you."
Peter grumbles, kicking his shoe into the carpet. "I know, I won't follow anyone out."
He hates how he is so used to everyone around him being so protective. It's not like he doesn't understand why they do it, alphas always go a little crazy around him when they figure out what he is.
"Just let me know if that guy returns, alright?"
Peter nods along. "Why would he return? He bought enough stuff to last through the apocalypse."
Miles' whole face goes serious, “He was looking for your scent, Peter. He’ll be back. Try not to be alone with him.”
It becomes evident that Peter had jinxed himself by saying Wade wouldn't return when the very next day he walks through the door. He has the look of a very satisfied customer and Peter's never wanted to punch someone more.
Still, he is a professional and he gives the man a smile as he walks in.
"Heya, Petey!"
The casual use of his name has Michelle poking her head out from the display she is stocking. Her eyes narrow when Peter waves back and says, "Hey Wade, what brings you back so soon?"
Wade actually looks a bit sheepish as he talks. "I want to try out another scent, I just can't get the one I smelt yesterday out of my head. It’s got to be one of the ones you sell, right?"
Peter feels jittery, wanting nothing more than to walk over to the alpha, hating how Wade iss wearing a tighter fitting long sleeve shirt today that shows off just how jacked he is. Not being able to trust his legs to function, Peter does his best to brush him off. "Well, you know where they are. Let me know if you need any help."
Wade's brow scrunches up momentarily before he makes his way over to the scents.
As soon as he is busy searching, MJ scampers over to Peter so she can whisper. "Is that the guy from yesterday?"
"I can't believe Miles told you about that," Peter groans. "Yes, that's him. A totally normal customer that happened to be here yesterday. Now, shut your mouth and be quiet before he hears you."
“Oh, please,” MJ says with a roll of her eyes. “Not that I can blame you for getting a little crush, I thought Miles had to be exaggerating when he was talking about how big the guy is. I could climb that guy like a tree, and those thighs? Yum . Shame about all those scars though, but I guess that’s why doggy style exists."
“They’re not that bad to look at,” Peter mumbles defensively.
“You’re a strange one, Parker.”
MJ goes back over to finish stocking the shelves, leaving Peter to pretend to not to be staring at Wade. It’s hard not to watch him when he bends over and gently brings each scent up to his nose to sniff. He only looks more and more confused with each one he tries. It doesn’t take long for him to settle on a new scent, rolling the small package around in his massive palms and he walks back over to the till.
Mustering up the best smile he can, Peter turns to face Wade. “Find what you were looking for?”
“Not really? This one smells nice too but it’s not... right . There is this scent that seems to linger on everything in here, it is intoxicating . I’m going mad trying to figure out which one of these is it because it just seems to be everywhere. Should I start combining them together? Just buy them all and mix them together in my bathtub?”
Peter snorts, rolling his eyes. “It would be like an omega soup, that would be the worst bath ever.”
“We obviously have different ideas on a good time. Not being able to smell anything ever again from the overload would be awesome . I don’t know how you manage to work here with how potent the scents are. Or does it not bother you as much, what with you being a beta?”
“Yup, doesn’t bother my beta nose at all,” Peter lies hastily and taps a finger to the side of his nose. It’s something he tells every customer that comes in but something about it this time leaves a nasty feeling in his stomach. The truth is the smells do bother him and he usually leaves work with a headache because of them. He wants to tell Wade he’s actually an omega, and the urge really confuses him.
“You’re so lucky,” Wade sighs and slaps the item down on the counter so Peter can ring it up. “Do you know how crazy it is to lose sleep because of something you smelt earlier in the day?”
“Sounds like having a nose is the problem here, want me to grab you a knife?”
“Why, do you have one on you? I’d let a pretty thing like you cut off anything you want.”
It feels more intimate than it should when Peter bends down to pull the knife out that he has strapped to his ankle. Mostly he likes to keep its existence and location a secret. He straightens back up and slams it down on the counter, the metal glinting under the fluorescent lights. “Let’s go big guy.”
Wade’s legs buckle underneath him, he catches himself on the counter. “Shit that was hot. Why does a pretty thing like you have a knife? Is it because you’ve got too much junk in that trunk or is it just because knives are so much fun? How many knives do you have strapped to that luscious body of yours? Wait, don’t tell me I love a good scavenger hunt.”
Peter blushes and pulls the knife back over to himself. “I only have the one. I’m not pretty enough to warrant more than that, it’s just good practice to be able to get yourself out of a bad situation.”
“Trust me, you look like you should have a whole arsenal strapped to you. Why are you getting into bad situations?” Wade asks, taking his card out to pay. He doesn’t even bother to look at the price before using his card, too busy being entranced with Peter.
“I have a tendency to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Well this is definitely the right place and right time for me since you’re here and I got to see you pull out your knife.” Wade wiggles his brow suggestively.
“Don’t make it sound so dirty.” Peter bends over to slip the knife back into the holster at his ankle. When he straightens back up, MJ is standing right next to him with Wade’s purchase already bagged up.
“Thanks for coming in, enjoy your purchase.” MJ firmly thrusts the bag at Wade, who takes it from her, looking bewildered.
“Thanks,” Wade mumbles as he grabs the bag and flees the store to avoid MJ’s death stare.
Turning to face Peter, MJ demands, “What was that ?”
“Small talk with a customer?” Peter says uncertainly, doing his best not to fidget under her glare.
“He was flirting with you! And you flirted back .”
Peter scoffs, waving a hand to dismiss the idea. “That definitely didn’t happen.”
“It did!”
“Why is that a bad thing!” Peter fumes, clenching his hands into fists. “I’m allowed to do that, not that it matters because it never happened.”
“So suddenly the kind of alpha that shops here is what you’re into? As if. Someone who looks like that guy isn’t to be trusted, you don’t get scars like that because you’re nice .”
Peter huffs. “You don’t know that, you don’t know him.”
“And neither do you!” MJ shouts back.
They stand there glaring at each other, locked in a battle of wills. The chime above the door breaks their gaze as they both turn to look. Peter hates that for a split second he thinks Wade has come back but it just ends up being some other alpha.
“This isn’t over, Parker.” MJ threatens before turning and greeting the customer with a smile.
Peter ducks down behind the counter, just needing a quick moment to himself since MJ is already dealing with the customer. He wonders if there is any truth to what she said. He has never been so quick to like an alpha before. He’s never even liked an alpha before. It shouldn’t matter though, it’s not like he’s going to be seeing him on a regular basis.
Peter promises himself that it’s going to be easy to forget how warm those piercing blue eyes made him feel.
The dreams Peter has wake him up in the middle of the night feeling breathless and sweaty. He hasn’t had to deal with sticky sheets since he went through puberty, and he just doesn't understand it.
He’s never wanted an alpha before, at least not beyond some abstract way during his heat.
During his entire morning routine he feels jittery and uncomfortable in his skin. He figures it's just from a poor night's sleep but even after a couple cups of coffee the feeling persists. He eventually has to force himself to finish getting ready and leave so he isn't late for work.
He only starts to calm down and relax when the building where he works comes into view. He sincerely hopes that it's his imagination that the scent of Wade is in the air.
The bell above the door jingles as he pushes it open. Miles immediately locks eyes with Peter, looking like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It isn't until he comes further into the store that he spots Wade crouching in front of the scent display.
The sight perks Peter up completely. "Hey, back already?"
Wade jerks his head around to look at Peter, his mouth dropping open when he does. He quickly stands back up, like he's embarrassed to be seen squatting. "They smell good here but I get them home and they might as well be rotten eggs."
"And that doesn't do it for you? Shocker,” Peter sasses with a roll of his eyes. He can’t keep the smile off his face.
"Why don't you just go without a scent?" Miles butts in, quickly moving forward so he's situated between the two of them.
Wade frowns, his focus on where Miles is standing. "No, one of these has to be it."
Peter wants to push Miles out of the way, something about his presence bothering him. "Scents are important for an alpha, you know that."
Miles grumbles something intelligible, but holds his ground and doesn't move from where he stands.
"Fuck it, I'm just going to get one of each." Wade grabs one of every scent, piling them up in his arms. Miles is quick to help him, and leads Wade over to the cash register. Not knowing what else to do, Peter awkwardly lurks behind Miles while he rings up the merchandise.
Part of Peter is happy that Wade is having so much trouble with the doll, it's such a waste on a guy like him.
"You must see lots of weird stuff working at a place like this, or am I the weirdest?" Wade asks, his eyes glued to Peter.
It makes Peter's mouth feel impossibly dry, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"Not even close," Miles says at the same time that Peter breathes out, "So weird."
Wade chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You're pretty strange yourself."
"It’s the fact that I use gel in my hair that tipped you off, isn’t it?"
"That's so gross, it’s not the 90’s anymore you know."
"Your total is a hundred and fifty-eight," Miles cuts in.
Wade swipes his card without double checking the price, Miles shoves the bag at Wade and smiles wide as he says, 'Thanks for shopping, bye now."
Wade blinks owlishly before glancing down at the bag and grabbing it. He’s just turning to leave when Peter frantically blurts out, “We’re getting a new shipment in at the end of the week sometime. We should have some new scents coming in.”
“Yeah?” Wade says hesitantly, he pulls the receipt out of his bag and a pen from his pocket. “If I leave you my number, will you call me when they come in?”
It’s not easy for Peter to keep the sheer excitement out of his voice as he says, “Definitely.”
Wade scribbles down his number on the back of the receipt and pushes it across the counter towards Peter, but Miles is the one to snatch it up.
“We’ll definitely give you a call, have a great day sir,” Miles chimes with false cheer, his face betraying none of the contempt Peter only knows is lurking underneath from spending too much time around him.
Too stunned to do anything else, Wade gives a small awkward wave before leaving the store.
As soon as the door swings shut Miles turns to Peter and goes, "What. The. Fuck."
"What? Nothing happened." Peter defends, crossing his arms across his chest and fighting the urge to snatch the piece of paper crumpled in Miles’ hand.
"You guys were practically eye fucking that entire time!"
"That's the concussion talking," Peter scoffs.
"The what?"
"The concussion from me knocking you out if you keep bringing this up and you don’t hand over that number.”
“Are you close to your heat? Is that what this is?”
Peter scoffs. “I just had it, what did you think all that time off was for?”
Miles' face goes red as he mumbles, “I try not to think about that sort of stuff.”
“So, can I have the number then?”
“I’m gonna say, no.”
Peter narrows his eyes, contemplating all the things he could do to make Miles give up the scrap of paper.
"Look, you can’t see it but the way you’re acting is really not like yourself,” Miles hurriedly says, looking the slightest bit scared. “Maybe you’re getting a second heat or maybe the guy is using some weird pheromone thing on you, he looks the type. But the way he keeps searching for your scent has me worried, and the way you follow him around makes me feel like it could be something more—”
Peter laughs humorlessly. “You better not be insinuating what I think you are.”
“What if he’s your true mate?”
"That shit is for hopeless romantics, I just haven't gotten laid in a while.” Peter says with a roll of his eyes. “And if it was then you’d be a fool to keep his number from me.”
“If he is then it doesn't matter what I do you guys will find your way to each other.”
“That’s ridiculous and you know it.”
Miles doesn’t look convinced. "Whatever you say."
Usually when Peter has the day off work, it’s the best feeling in the world. Sleeping in and getting to take his time drinking his coffee, unlike the days he burns his tongue trying to get enough caffeine to propel him out the door.
Not today though.
He has to fight the urge to go into work. There are lots of small reasons he tries to give himself to go, but the reality is he wants to see if Wade is there. If that isn’t pathetic he doesn’t know what is.
He hates Miles for putting the idea of true mates in his head, the very idea of such a notion is preposterous, and even more so that it would happen to him.
The day passes in a blur. Peter could not settle to accomplish anything, even the things he normally finds fun.
After another restless night he finds himself at work an hour early to open. Which isn’t something he can properly explain even to himself, because he’s usually chronically five minutes late for his shift. He takes his time setting up the store, but still has half an hour to spare, so he gets a head start on reorganizing the shelves. The look Miles gives him when he arrives is one of utter bewilderment.
“How long have you been here?”
Peter grunts in response, not wanting to give a real answer.
Miles comes up behind him and places a hand on his shoulder. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah,” Peter sighs. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Want me to go get you a coffee? I’ll even get you one of the big fancy ones you like with whip cream and everything.”
Peter perks up at the thought. “Don’t forget the chocolate shavings.”
Miles rolls his eyes, a fond smile on his face. “Pretty sure everyone who works at the coffee shop knows to never forget the chocolate shavings when you’re involved.”
Peter flushes a deep shade and mumbles, “I just really like chocolate.”
Miles ruffles his hair. “I’ll be back in ten, do you want me to flip the sign open for you?”
“Go ahead,” Peter says as he goes back to reorganizing, his mood already picking up at the thought of more caffeine and sugar.
He gets so lost in what he’s doing that he doesn’t even hear the door chime. He thinks it's just his imagination when he catches a whiff of alpha in the store. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he glances over to see someone is actually in the store with him. He inhales sharply when he realizes it’s Wade, who is making a beeline for the scents section again.
“None of the scents you got worked out?” Peter inquires, taking a step closer to the alpha and fighting the urge to just run over there. What is it about the alpha’s scent that is so alluring?
Wade’s eyes snap to his, letting Peter see just how tired and red they are. He looks like he got less sleep than Peter. The way his clothes are dishevelled, the buttons on his shirt not even matching up, make it look like he rolled right out of bed to come here. Who makes a sex shop their first stop if the day?
"I wanted to try another scent," Wade grunts out. “I got another one yesterday but it’s still no good.”
"Really? I don't think I've ever met someone so picky about it."
"I don't know what to tell you, I've never gone so coo coo for Cocoa Puffs before. I've already gone through that whole bottle of lube."
Peter stills, his blood boiling at the thought that Wade has been fucking his doll that much. He swallows down his anger, and storms off to get Wade more of the stuff. "Should I get you the bigger bottle? Maybe two, or even twenty? Since it seems to be working out so well for you."
The bottles get knocked to the floor with the force that Peter grabs at them. He's grinding his teeth, his vision blurring as stuffs bottle after bottle into the crook of his arm.
"Are you judging me?" Wade demands, weaving through the aisles to get closer.
"I would never judge!" He doesn't know why he does it, but instead of placing the next bottle he grabs into his arms he hurls it in Wade's direction.
"Shit! Are you crazy?"
"No!" Peter flings another, aiming for Wade's massive head. He can't remember a time where he's felt so keyed up. He wants to let loose and scream.
"Stop throwing things!" He growls out, his voice low and commanding. He's almost at Peter now, seconds away from getting his prey.
If there was ever one lesson that was excessively drilled into Peter's head, it was to never turn his back and run from a worked up alpha, not even for a second. It will trigger their need to chase.
Yet, he throws one last bottle at him before turning and doing just that, fleeing towards the front counter. He reaches it, breathless despite not exerting himself.
A split second later, Wade twists Peter around and slams him backwards into the counter, forcing a sharp exhale from the smaller man.
"What is your problem? What, someone as ugly as me shouldn't even get it even when it's not real?"
Peter grabs the front of his shirt, twisting the material in his fingers. The logical part of his brain is screaming at him to push the alpha away, but it’s getting drowned out by the part of him that is preening at being pinned by his alpha. “Yeah, that hunk of silicon is too pretty for you.”
“Wait—” Wade leans in, pressing his nose to Peter’s collar bone. “It’s you that smells like that? I’ve been— you?” Pulling back to properly look at Peter, Wade’s face is one of utter shock.
“What’s wrong with me?” Peter tries to tug Wade back down to him, the small amount of space between them now feels maddening. He shifts on the counter, bringing his attention to just how soaked he is from all the slick leaking out of him. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this wet, or felt such an ache to be filled. He wants so badly to be fucked, the desire all consuming despite how crazy it feels.
“Nothing at all—” Wade chokes out, trembling as he holds himself back. He sounds absolutely wrecked as he continues on to say, “I should go, I shouldn’t be… why do you smell like that ? Do you know what your scent has done to me these past few days?”
“I—” Peter can’t even finish his thought, surging up to press his lips to Wade’s. That first touch of their lips together is unlike any kiss he’s had before, his brain lighting up like it’s the fourth of July. He mewls into the kiss, tugging so hard in an attempt to keep Wade close that he tears the fabric.
Whatever restraint Wade had vanishes in a blink, his hands gripping Peter firmly as he pushes him back down flush against the counter, his lips never leaving Peter’s. Their kiss is rough, and demanding. Peter nips and bites at Wade’s lips, moaning with every small swipe of Wade’s tongue.
Their hands tug at each other’s clothing, not bothering to take their time with tedious things like buttons or zippers. They have no concern over the objects around them, they push everything out of their way and barely register the sounds of things breaking as they hit the ground.
The few seconds it takes for Wade to pull off Peter’s pants where they have to break apart is excruciating. They get caught around Peter’s ankles and he has to kick his shoes off before he can get them the rest of the way off, the offending garment gets flung aside and they surge back together. Peter digs his toes into the back of Wade’s jeans, doing his best to kick them off so Wade doesn’t have to pull away from him again. He can feel the length of Wade’s cock through the material, and he just needs. A truly pathetic whine rips its way out of his throat.
“ I know, baby. Just hold on.” Wade rumbles, working his hand down between them. In a matter of seconds he has his pants undone enough to pull out his dick. Wasting no time he grabs one of Peter’s ankles and tosses it over his shoulder, his cock sliding through the slick along the crease of Peter’s ass. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so wet for me, baby.”
Peter sobs, rutting back against Wade’s cock knowing now that the rumors are true about alphas being bigger. He’s had beta partners in the past, but there was just no comparison. Despite the trepidation he’s had over ever being with someone of Wade’s size, he pleads for the alpha to hurry up. He feels tipsy from lust.
Wade lines himself up and presses against Peter’s rim, and despite Peter’s body making the way easier it still hurts when the tip pushes inside. Peter keens at the sensation, throwing his head back into the counter with a clunk. He digs his heels into Wade’s back, trying to get the Alpha to push all the way inside. The pain has disappeared, leaving only pleasure. All too quickly he gets what he wants as Wade slams the rest of the way inside. They both swear at the speed of it, but Wade is unable to slow himself down. Peter claws at the apha’s back, clinging on for the ride as Wade starts to move inside him.
Wade's hands are hot on the skin of his thighs, holding him open so he has enough room to fuck into him quick and rough. Peter has never felt so used, so dirty, and so wanted all at the same time. He tries to find some semblance of balance despite there being none.
Desperation builds inside him until there are tears streaming down his face and he begs to be touched.
His pleas are ignored, Wade adjusting his angle until he’s hitting Peter’s sweet spot with every thrust. It’s the greatest thing Peter has ever experienced.
Everything was happening so fast, the hot slide of their bodies together, the way they claw at each other and demanded for more.
The way the chime above the door goes off. The swearing.
How Wade doesn’t stop, just continues to fuck into Peter as hard as he can in answer to every moan that leaves Peter’s lips.
Peter sobs as he comes, the feeling so overwhelming it makes him see nothing but white for a brief moment. Wade’s thrusts turn into a slow shallow grind of his hips as he works to wring every last bit of pleasure from Peter.
Still, not even sure what he needs, Peter pleads for more. Downright begging Wade as mumbles a string of words non-stop in his delirium.
“I know,” was Wade’s answer every time, his voice beyond wrecked. “ I know. ”
They grip onto each other tighter, Peter grabbing onto Wade’s shoulder with his teeth. He wants to mark, to claim. The pressure inside him increases as he is stretched wider and wider.
It’s too much.
But he presses back at the sensation unable to imagine going without, and doing his best to keep Wade deep inside of him.
He needs it.
Needs.
There isn’t anything he’s ever wanted more.
He’s so full, but there is still something missing. He whines, not knowing what he asks for, just that he wants it.
Wade turns his head away from Peter, biting down into the flesh of his own arm, blooding spilling from his mouth. Peter whines at the loss. He doesn’t understand.
They stay locked like that, connected together and unable to move. Their heart beats slowly coming back down to a normal pace. Finally letting go with his teeth, Peter takes in a shaky breath. His mind slowly coming back online and his thoughts feeling less jumbled and primal. He licks the blood from his lips as he tries to make sense of what just happened.
“What was that?” Peter asks quietly, resting his forehead in the crook of Wade’s neck.
The alpha shifts above him, trying to redistribute his weight so it’s not all on Peter. “So, you're an omega?"
"What tipped you off?"
"Is it bad that it only occurred to me until I was already fucking you?"
"It doesn't bode well for how intelligent I think you are."
"Did you… is this offensive to ask? Did you go into heat?”
Peter nudges him with his head in a faux headbutt. “I did not .”
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“As if, you’re not that big and I’m not that breakable.”
“You’re as skinny as a twig, I'm sorry for being a little concerned.”
“I’m not skinny, I’m lean .” Peter says defensively, pouting and knocking his head into Wade with a little more force this time.
Wade’s laughter shakes the both of them, and he pulls back so he can look at Peter properly, his eyes twinkling. There is a smudge of blood on Wade’s lips, the sight of it causing a hitch in Peter’s breathing.
“You didn’t bite me,” Peter states plainly. “Even though I bit you.”
“Not really the same, I'm already all scarred up. If I marked you, I wouldn’t be able to take that back. It’s bad enough I did this to you but I would never tie you to me like that." Wade squeezes his eyes shut, his face scrunching up as if in pain. “Sorry isn’t good enough.”
"Shouldn't I be the one to apologize? I ran from you, that's like the biggest faux pas out there. It was drilled into me my whole life and I did it anyway."
Wade groans, his head falling down to rest on Peter’s shoulder. "Your ass looks so good when you run. I couldn’t help myself. That ass has jiggle .”
With a sharp snap of his wrist, he smacks Wade's bicep, a little alarmed at how much his palm stings after. "It does not . It's just a butt, everyone has one."
"Not everyone has the gods chisel their backside into the most beautiful sight I've ever laid my eyes upon."
Peter chokes on his laughter. "Mine? You're so weird."
The chime above the door rings and they both freeze, the blood draining from their faces as they turn to face the door. The most red faced police officer stands halfway into the store, doing their best to not look directly at them.
"Uh, when you're no longer—" In an attempt to avoid the word, he gestures wildly. "I'm going to need you both to step outside."
The door slams shut as the officer rushes back outside.
Peter buries his face in his hands. "I can't believe the cops showed up. I’m going to kill Miles."
Wade shifts his hips, testing to see if his knot has gone down enough but all he manages to do is draw a long moan from Peter. "Sorry, shit. A little longer I guess."
"No, it's fine." Peter rolls his hips, his breathing going erratic. The feeling of being forced so wide, having to accommodate so much of someone else inside of him makes him dizzy. "I can honestly say I never expected to like being knotted, and saying I like it would be an understatement. Fuck, this is so weird."
Wade grips his waist tightly, halting all movement. He’s as pale as a ghost as he asks, "This was your first time?"
Peter rolls his eyes, "Not even close, big guy."
Wade lets out a giant sigh of relief. “Thank the almighty, Bob Ross.”
Peter cocks his head to the side, confused. “I thought alpha’s were into the whole virginal thing.”
“Yeah, and I thought all omegas were supposed to be meek and submissive, my shoulder says differently.” Wade laughs out, wincing as he rolls his shoulder.
Peter sheepishly eyes up the bite mark on Wade’s shoulder, still red and swollen. He might have gone a little overboard even though it is nothing compared to how Wade bit into his own arm. “Still, this was fun.”
“Fun? There are cops waiting for us outside.”
“What’s not fun about that?”
Wade lets out a low rumbly growl. “Baby, don’t say shit like that or I’m gonna fuck you again. You have no idea how much self restraint I’ve got going on right now.”
If Wade wasn’t still holding his hips in place Peter would start moving again, his breathing growing erratic again as he pictures it. Contorting his neck around he glances around the counter until he spots something to write with. It’s a challenge to twist his torso in such a way that he can grab it, making a little “ah-ha!” when he does.
Grabbing Wade’s arm firmly, he twists it as he pulls it closer and pushes up the sleeve so he can see the forearm. “You’re gonna have to deal with the fact that this is permanent marker, but it means you don’t get the excuse of losing it either.” Using his teeth, he pulls the lid off the marker and scribbles his phone number across the alpha’s forearm, the ink bumpy across the scared up skin.
Wade holds the number up to his face, blinking owlishly. “You’re giving me your number? You? Peter, babe of the Omegamart giving me your number? Why?”
Frowning, Peter wiggles his hips. “Are you seriously asking me that while your knot is still inside me?”
Wade looks anything but relieved as he pulls his sleeve down to cover the marks on his arm. He looks downright nervous. “I don’t get many repeat visitors.”
“Well, I’m asking. Our first date can be community service together.”
A smile returns to Wade’s face. “We can still make a run for it.”
“Don’t think that’s an option, big guy.” Peter says with a laugh as he pats Wade’s shoulder sympathetically.
“Guess we better face the music then,” Wade grumbles. Tightening his hold on Peter’s hips, Wade carefully pulls out.
It takes everything in Peter not to chase the feeling and try and keep Wade inside him. He feels so empty, the feeling of his own slick and Wade’s semen dribbling out of his hole. He wants to push it back inside, but doesn’t want to seem like a freak in front of Wade. It was horribly irresponsible for him to have unprotected sex like that, especially when there are twenty different kinds of condoms in the store. The consequences of that will have to be for future Peter to worry about.
Wade seems to enjoy the show, oblivious to Peter’s internal panic. “Fuck, that was really terrible of me to get you all messy like that. Let me clean you up.”
Instead of grabbing something to wipe up the mess, Wade drops down to his knees and pushes Peter’s legs wide open. Even though he watches Wade lean in, it’s a shock when he feels the swipe of a tongue across his ass. It’s a challenge for him not to clamp his legs shut around Wade’s head - he doesn’t know if he wants to keep Wade where he is or kick him off. He figures it out when Wade’s tongue dips inside, and he starts to grow hard again. He claws at the counter, his legs shaking as Wade licks at the mess he created. Peter can feel the gush of his body producing more slick.
“As gross as this is, you’re only turning me on again. Making this very counterproductive,” Peter pants, hating and loving how responsive his body is to Wade.
“Right,” Wade breathes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He braces his hands on either side of Peter on the counter and pushes himself back up to a standing position. “There are cops. We shouldn’t have sex again. You need to stop looking at me with those sweet brown eyes, or I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself. Fuck. Seriously, why do you smell so good? And look so perfect?”
“Stop standing in my line of sight then!”
“That doesn’t leave me a lot of places to stand, you know.”
“Tough. You’re too sexy, and not jumping you right now is taking a lot of restraint.”
“Restraint is very overrated.”
Peter throws an arm over his eyes, wishing that he was somewhere else so they could continue. He can’t even believe himself for wanting to follow an alpha home. “Just toss me my pants.”
His pants hit him in the chest with a thud. Sliding back so his ass is fully on the counter, he forces himself to sit up. Luckily his boxers are still tangled in his pants, unluckily they’re covered in slick. As he pulls them out, he briefly considers grabbing some of the lingerie to wear instead but knows it would get taken off his paycheck, so he balls his soaked boxers up and slides his pants on without them. Jumping off the counter he shoves them into his back pocket. He does his best to straighten out his appearance and knows he must look like a total wreck because he definitely feels like it.
He glances over at Wade and watches him do the same. It makes Peter want to mess him up all over again.
“I feel like I should clean up before we go,” Peter frowns as he looks around at all the stuff they’ve knocked to the floor.
“Jail sounds like more fun, come on.”
“I can’t go to jail,” Peter frets, the severity of the situation they’re in finally dawning on him. “I’ve got work tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a great lawyer. He’s blind so everyone always feels bad arguing with him.”
He gives Wade a skeptical look as he walks over to the front door. He opens it smidge so he can take a peek outside, and thankfully only notices one cop car. Which is still more than Peter would like there to be. With a sigh he lets the door fall shut. He looks over his shoulder at Wade and tells him, “I suppose we should get this over with.”
“Still time to run away with me,” Wade says with a coy smile.
“That’s more of a third date kind of thing,” Peter says with a grin and pushes the front door wide open. Whatever the consequences are, Peter thinks they will be worth it.
The sunlight feels blinding as they step out into the parking lot. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and notice the two officers, one short and stocky and the other tall, but with a forgettable looking face. They are both leaning against the side of their car but perk up at the sight of Wade and Peter and immediately move towards them. Miles sheepishly pokes his head around from the back of the car where he was sitting on the trunk.
“Sorry!” Miles calls out. “I panicked and called the cops.”
“Well you’re the one that has to clean up our mess now,” Peter calls back, sticking his tongue out.
Miles visibly pales. “Gross.”
Peter rolls his eyes and ignoring Miles, he turns to face the officers. “What seems to be the problem officers?” He asks.
“Going to have to bring you two in for indecent exposure and lewd behavior. Can’t be having sex where ever you want,” the shorter officer grunts. This close, Peter can read the name tag, Logan.
“Who says we were having sex?” Wade says defensively, looking more intimidating as he draws up to his full height.
“I just saw you two trying to put a dent in the front counter,” the taller officer drawls, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. His name tag reads, Summers.
Logan stops the other officer and sniffs the air. “Kid, you bump into a bunch of that smelly crap in there?”
“There isn’t much we didn’t break, why do you want to charge us with that too?”
It only occurs to Peter after he watches the second officer also sniff at the air that the majority of officers are alphas and they’ve just picked up on his scent. Shit.
“You’re an omega,” Summers says bluntly, taking another step closer.
“So?” Peter blurts out the same time that Wade steps in front of him and lets out a low growl that has everyone freezing in place.
“Calm down there, bub. We’re not trying to take him from you, but you have to know how bad this looks. Claiming omegas is a thing of the past. The kid already filled us in that you’re not a couple, you’ve just been hanging around him all week. You didn’t bite him, did you?”
“No, he did not bite because he's not some brute! And the omega has a name,” Peter retorts, doing his best not to sound as angry as he feels at the accusation. “I also don't need protection.” His last comment aimed at the tall alpha standing in front of him
Wade deflates at the comment and mumbles a quick, “Sorry.”
“They’ve been dreaming about each other,” Miles cuts in, looking a little intimidated when everyone turns to look at him. “They might actually be true mates.”
Peter’s jaw drops open. “Are you seriously bringing that up again now?”
“That’s a bullshit excuse if I’ve ever heard one,” Logan says as he starts moving towards them again.
“But what if they are true mates?” Summers blurts out.
“Didn’t peg you as a sappy romantic, so what if they are?”
“Can’t charge them for that.”
Wade cuts in loudly, “We’re definitely true mates then.”
Peter’s mouth falls open in disbelief. “You actually believe in that crap too?”
“I believe in not getting arrested,” Wade hisses back. “And it’s not a lie that I’ve been dreaming of you.”
“Dreams don’t mean anything, they’re just dreams.” Peter states bluntly.
A serious look crosses Wade’s features, his voice solemn. “Look, do I believe the universe thinks two people could be perfect for each other? Yes. Do I think I would get lucky enough to land someone like you? Not in a million years, the universe would never be so cruel to someone like you. Will I cherish whatever time you give me? Hell yeah.”
“That’s a bit cynical, you should stop that before I fall in love.”
The corner of Wade’s eyes crinkle as he laughs softly. “You’re definitely something else, how does someone like you not already have an alpha?”
“Have you met most alphas? I like getting to live my life the way I want. This isn’t going to go far if you think I’m going to drop everything in my life to cook you dinner.”
“You don’t have to worry about that kind of behavior from me,” Wade promises. “I’m a big boy and I can take care of myself.”
Peter’s eyebrows climb up high on his forehead. “I didn’t know alphas like you existed.”
“I used to be more like that but—” Wade trails off, clearing his throat before continuing on. “I got better, obviously.”
Peter can’t fight the pull he feels towards Wade, taking a step closer to the alpha. He goes up on the tips of his toes as Wade leans down for a kiss, both of them forgetting that they have an audience.
“Hey,” Summers shouts, his face red with repressed sexuality. “That’s enough of that.”
“We can’t help it cause we’re true mates,” Wade assures the officer while wrapping his arm around Peter and pulling him tight against his body.
His very firm and large body, that Peter would very much like to be under again. A low whine escapes his lips at the fact that he isn’t.
“Alright,” Logan exclaims. “You both need to take a few steps back from each other and get those hands behind your back. We’ll clear it up down at the station.” He’s clearly already done with the whole situation.
There is a brief moment before the officer puts the cuffs on when Peter contemplates making a run for it. His Aunt is going to be so disappointed in him, or even worse, she will be overly ecstatic and start planning the wedding. Both situations sound unbearable.
The metal feels constricting around his wrists. Peter turns to Wade and watches as the other officer finishes putting the cuffs on him. “You know, I’ve never been in handcuffs before.”
“You haven't?”
“You have?”
Wade smirks in answer and Peter questions why he finds this man so appealing as his mouth goes dry and his cock starts to stir back to full attention. He’s in so much trouble.
The cops push them over to their car and get them into the back seat. Wade takes up most of the space, his presence and scent overwhelming Peter. The doors slam shut and the outside world melts away. Wade leans over, his breath hot on Peter’s ear and neck as he says, “As far as first dates go, this could be worse. We’re even going to get commemorative photos!”
Peter snorts at the remark, turning to face Wade. “Don’t think you’re getting out of taking me on a proper first date, I expect to be wined and dined.”
“Oh you’re going to whine alright,” Wade rumbles, his eyes going dark.
“What does that even mean?” Peter huffs, but feels himself growing hot with arousal. He wants to tear the clothes back off of Wade, the metal of the handcuffs bite into his wrists as he tugs to free his hands.
“It means baby boy, that I’m gonna do things to you that are going to have you begging for more. There isn’t going to be one inch of your body that I won’t have spent hours worshipping. You’re the most perfect little thing that’s ever come into my life and I’m going to make sure you know it every second of every day. I’ll take you to all the fancy restaurants.”
Peter inhales sharply, his eyes widening. “You know, I’m fine with just pizza.”
“Fuck, you are perfect. I want your cock in my mouth so badly right now, stick my tongue into your slit and watch you squirm .”
The whine that comes out of Peter is completely involuntary, he would feel embarrassed but Wade makes a low growl in response. It’s not a conscious decision when he surges forward to lock his lips with Wade’s. He would stop himself but their mouths are already moving together, and his lips crave the contact. Peter loves the way Wade's mouth feels on him, hot and demanding. The way his tongue pushes into his mouth, and slides against his own. It's intoxicating.
He pulls his legs up under him and onto the seat. He propels himself further forward and into Wade’s lap, it’s not easy for him to straddle the man while his hands are tied behind his back but with the proper motivation, anything is possible.
And he definitely feels motivated.
The pure animalistic need he feels for the man is all consuming. He rocks his hips down, feeling just how worked up Wade is as well. He barely registers when the side door opens, but they sure do notice when a thermos full of ice water dumps onto them. Peter gasps, turning to face the officer standing with the door open.
Summers pleads, “Please, please, do not have sex in my car. You have no idea the kind of paperwork I would have to do.”
“Sorry,” Peter apologies sheepishly as he slides off Wade’s lap and back over onto his side. He gives his head a vicious shake that sends water droplets flying everywhere.
“You want to turn those sirens on and drive fast, there are more hormones in the backseat than a summer camp.” Logan gripes.
The car peels out of the parking lot. Miles stands outside the front of the shop, watching them as they do. Peter feels sorry for leaving such a mess for him to clean up, but it also doesn’t feel like enough revenge for calling the cops on them.
He’s already plotting out ideas on how to fully get back at him, wondering if Wade would be willing to wear a wig to try for his scheme.
“Hey, would you be willing to wear a wig to help me get back at my coworker?” Peter asks.
Wade responds enthusiastically, “Would I ever.”
And a small part of Peter starts to believe that maybe they are true mates.