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“Have you ever fucked like that before?”
Izzy sighs, shuts his locker and glares at his co-worker, trying and failing to ignore the way the word ‘fuck’ in Lucius’ mouth elicits an almost Pavlovian response.
He needs to delete Lucius’ videos from his laptop and get a fucking life. He can’t keep doing this.
“What happened to ‘good morning, how was your weekend’?”
Lucius, arms folded and leaning against the lockers beside him, rolls his eyes. “I’ll tell you how my weekend was, shall I? On Friday I had the best sex of my life, the best sex of anyone’s life, and then I went home and tried not to think about it for 48 hours, during which time I realised that was never going to happen.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Best sex of your life?”
“Yes, and fuck you for making me say it twice,” Lucius leans closer, lowering his voice. “No one has ever fucked like that before, and I know that because if they had, they’d still be doing it. And I also know, that you tried it on your own and it didn’t work.”
Izzy narrows his eyes. Yes, he tried it and it was frustrating and unrewarding as they’d both tried to explain to Edward.
“I tried it too,” Lucius sighs. “And our…results could not be replicated with any combination of the toys currently in my possession. I think it only works with a person. An alpha and an omega.”
“Fascinating Spriggs, but I have an actual job to do so…” he pushes off from the locker and reaches for his shooting schedule from the clipboards on the wall.
“I want to do it again,” Lucius says, baldly, freezing his hand in mid-air.
Izzy lets out a breath. “So go find an alpha.”
“I’ve got one.”
That brings him up short, an unexpected jolt of jealousy turning his stomach. Of course Lucius has found an alpha already. He’s…well. He’s perfect, except for the fact that he knows it.
He’s so lost in this uncomfortable thought that Lucius appearing in front of him, blocking the door, surprises him.
“You,” Lucius says, poking him lightly in the chest.
“Me?” He says, as sceptically as possible.
“Mmmhmm…when was the last time you felt like that, hmm?” Lucius is very close now, warmth reaching him through his clothes. “I didn’t know my name, where I was…it was just…us, what we were doing. It was so fucking good and I know – I know – that you are not getting that anywhere else.”
That stings. Mostly because it’s true. “Fuck off, you little…”
He goes to walk around him but Lucius catches his arm. “Hey, I’m not getting it anywhere either. I mean, you know many alphas who’d be cool with ‘their’ omega doing porn? The possessiveness comes with the territory. Which is why I don’t see any on the casual side either. And we both know a beta won’t cut it so…”
“…so I’m your only option, now you know a piece of plastic won’t cut it? I’m so flattered,” he grits out, pulling his arm away and heading for the door.
“I’m saying…I trust you,” Lucius blurts out.
When Izzy turns round he sees that his face is blazing, but he’s looking at his defiantly. Daring him to make a thing out of it.
“I’m saying,” Lucius continues, clearly debating whether or not to finish the thought, before sighing. “that if I’m going to lose my mind with someone…I’d rather that person be you. All things being equal. There aren’t many trustworthy alphas out there. Not in my experience.”
The admission makes him deeply uncomfortable, because it feels…real. It makes his chest feel tight and he really doesn’t want to think about why. Doesn’t want to think about how he gave in to that feeling and kissed Lucius after they fucked each other stupid for work. So he folds his arms.
“I don’t even like you, Spriggs,” he sighs.
Lucius’ smirk is back, full force. “You don’t have to like me to want to fuck me. And even if you think I’m a workshy millennial with no sense of professionalism…you know you can trust me not to do anything you won’t like.”
And isn’t that the fucking truth? Which is just…perfect really. A real scathing indictment on his personal life.
“Come oooon,” Lucius wheedles. “I’m not saying we need to make friendship bracelets and watch ‘The Notebook’ just say you’ll pop by my flat and…make me come for a few hours.”
Hours. That jolts a sharp breath out of him, and Lucius pounces, coming close enough that Izzy’s forced to look up at him, barely an inch between their chests.
Finally, Izzy wets his lips. “You live with Frenchie.”
“So?”
“So…we’ll do it at mine. No neighbours.”
Lucius’ smirk dissolves into a genuine, if smug, smile. “No one to hear me scream. Planning to kill me?”
Izzy just smiles unpleasantly and leaves, trying to fight the urge to wipe his damp palms on his jeans.
“You’d better not be!” Lucius calls after him. “You’ll never be able to carry my body for starters!”
*
Izzy lives in the middle of nowhere, in a very nice three-bedroom house with a few acres of empty field around it, down a long country lane. He likes privacy, hates being overlooked and values the ability to play music at offensive volume, without having to be bothered by neighbours. Admittedly it’s a bit rough around the edges – the yard cluttered with bits of machinery from the previous occupants and a semi-serious collection of cars and motorcycles under tarps and in a pair of tin shacks. Still, he likes it.
He pulls into the drive and Lucius gets out of the car, looking around him.
“This looks like a serial killer lives here. What’s the deal with the shed?”
“It’s for storing firewood.”
“It looks like you peel hitchhikers in there,” Lucius sniffs.
Izzy glares at him, already regretting his choices. “I can always drop you back at the train station.”
Lucius holds his hands up in surrender and drags a holdall (contents unknown but suspiciously heavy) from the back seat. He follows as Izzy unlocks the front door and heads in, turning lights on and nudging the thermostat to take the chill off.
“Bedroom?” Lucius says, without pre-amble. Not that they need it.
“Upstairs, second door on the left. Don’t touch anything,” he calls, as Lucius is already heading up. “And take your fucking shoes off.”
In answer, a pair of flashy trainers come thudding down the stairs, landing with a thump in the hall. Izzy toes off his own boots and sheds his coat before heading up after him.
“This is nice,” Lucius says, when Izzy reaches the bedroom. “Lots of space to work with.”
It is an unnecessarily large bed. He used to do some filming at home, just the odd bit of extra content for the site. But really he just likes the space, being able to spread out, sleep diagonal, whatever.
Lucius is already digging through his holdall and taking stuff out. He spreads a large blanket over the bed, then starts piling sports drinks and energy bars on the side table.
“Jesus,” Izzy says, succinctly.
“Always be prepared,” Lucius doesn’t turn around, just sits on the side of the bed and starts taking off his socks. “Energy, hydration – very important on my end – and obviously, the blanket. It’s one of those hyper-absorbent things, don’t want a repeat of what happened to the bed at work.”
Izzy grimaces. It had been so soaked with slick even the professional cleaners had baulked. Not that Edward had cared much – he was too happy at being proved right. Speaking of…
“Has he said anything to you – Edward – about…”
“About filming something?” Lucius asks, now down to just his jeans. “Nope. Not yet. Are you going to get naked or…”
Izzy realises he’s just been watching. That’s what he generally does in this room – watch Lucius. Usually on a screen, not in real life. He strips off and heads into the en-suite to get prepped.
“Can I watch TV while I wait?” Lucius calls.
“Sure.”
When he re-emerges, ready to get on with things, he finds Lucius lying in the centre of the bed, lazily stroking himself and watching a gameshow with no sound on. It’s probably weird that this is less awkward than a fully clothed Lucius seeing his house. But Izzy’s been in this business for a long time and this, at least, is something he’s used to.
Lucius flicks the TV off and tosses the remote onto the floor. “Ready?”
He joins him on the bed and Lucius looks him up and down. “Can I kiss you? We didn’t before but… that was ‘for science’ and…”
“Yeah…that’s fine,” he says, and that’s apparently all Lucius needed because a moment later he’s being pulled on top of him, Lucius mouth on his, breathy and wet and making soft, needy noises. They rut against each other for a while, and it’s a testament to how intense Izzy remembers their last ‘experiment’ being that he’s sort of reluctant to move on. To go back to the place where nothing mattered except getting more of Lucius – more and more, because it was never enough.
“I think you should ride me,” Lucius pants, pulling back. “Make the most of being able to feel your legs.”
He wants to snap back at him for that, but honestly, he probably has a point. He half positions himself, is half manhandled by Lucius, and as he sinks down on him Izzy can already feel his knot swelling - a knot he’s going to be ignoring for…a while.
The initial stage is the most awkward. It feels…OK. Good even, but he’s an alpha and he quickly reaches the stage when ideally he’d be buried in something hot and slick, not riding Lucius’ cock. No matter how good it feels or how desperate he is to keep his mouth on his while he does it.
Then, slowly, he starts to feel…hot, inside. Growing waves of tension radiating from where they’re joined, getting more intense, making him shake, coming faster and faster until one hits that makes his entire body go tight, jerking. His knot throbs, hard, and everything strains for a second…then it lets go and he’s panting, trembling on Lucius’ dick, hazy and somehow satisfied and…not.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Lucius’ hands are on his hips, moving him again. “Come on…please…I’m so…”
Izzy returns to his frantic pace, chasing another wave. Lucius bucks up off the bed with a strangled sound, flooding him with slick – the sound of their bodies meeting suddenly so much wetter, obscene. Lucius flops back onto the mattress, gazing up at him, mouth slack, expression full of want.
He can feel the spasms of pleasure coming closer together now, pushing him higher again. Izzy tilts his head back, hands flat on Lucius’ chest as the omega lies prone, panting, and comes again with a sharp cry. He’s still humming with it when Lucius rolls them, rutting desperately between his legs.
After that it all begins to blur.
Each forced climax only makes him want more, makes his knot burn and his chest heave and barely takes the edge off before pushing him higher. They’re grasping at each other, panting, heaving together, taking turns at driving things before they both become too exhausted to really go for it, just sort of lying there vaguely rocking, occasionally shuddering as it gets too much and they tumble over the edge.
He manages to get them both off with Lucius sprawled on top of him, his legs locked around Lucius’ waist, pull him in, basically thrusting for him, while the omega moans drunkenly against his neck.
“Don’t stop…please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He doesn’t think he can.
Izzy manages to down half a sports drink while lying on his side, Lucius holding his leg up and thrusting as much as he can in his exhausted state. He passes the bottle back and hears him drain it, throw it off the bed. They don’t stop.
He doesn’t realise something’s off until Lucius rolls him onto his back, coming down on top of him, and he groans, suddenly aware of how tender his belly is as Lucius’ body presses against it.
“Fuck…” he slides a hand between them and there really is no denying it – there’s a noticeable rounding to the already soft flesh below his navel. Tender and yielding, but dense.
Lucius, still steadily moving inside him, follows his hand with his own. “Oh…oh God that’s the…”
“Yeah,” he manages, because he’s lost count of the number of times Lucius has gushed slick into him. “Fuck…it’s…”
“Do you…want to stop?” Lucius gasps, still palming his swollen belly and moving, if anything, more determinedly. “We should probably…stop, right? Does it feel…”
He shakes his head, grasping at Lucius to urge him on. “Feels heavy…s’a lot.”
Lucius groans and collapses on him, a fresh flood of slick making him arch up.
“Too much?” Lucius asks, nuzzling against his neck, hips already twitching forward again.
He locks trembling legs around his back. “More.”
The friction of Lucius’ belly and the swelling between his own hip bones is maddening on his knot. It isn’t enough but it’s nearly, almost, enough and every fresh spasm of pleasure feels like he’s being pulled apart and thrown back together.
Finally, Lucius sprawls on the bed, dragging him over and on top of him.
“I need to come,” he husks. “Like, really come, Iz…please…”
Which would be fine, if either of them could actually move. He buries his face against Lucius’ throat, feels him slide his cock free in a hot gush of slick. His insides clench and he whimpers, guides his dick into where Lucius is slick and swollen and so desperately empty. He’s barely inside before Lucius shudders, head to toe, sobbing out his relief.
His knot doesn’t so much swell as pop, locking him into place halfway through his first, exhausted thrust. His entire world narrows to the slick spilling out of him, and the orgasm pumping into Lucius’ writhing body. He’s caught between the two, mindless and so, so, lost, and then he’s sprawled in Lucius’ limp arms, gasping for air.
Lucius sounds like he’s just run for his life, sawing breaths in and out, still twitching around his knot. It seems to take an eternity for it to go down, for them to roll apart, sticky and exhausted. Lucius gulps down a drink and passes him one, already ripping into an energy bar.
“Two and a half, fucking hours,” he sighs, nudging into Izzy’s side. “Fuck. We are…the best.”
He can only murmur in agreement, body still slowly recovering.
“And you…” Lucius strokes his belly, so gently that the touch is barely there. “God…could fucking breed you all day. You looked so good…so…you loved it, didn’t you?”
He could deny it, obviously. Part of him is still proud enough to want to, but…
“Yeah,” he rolls onto his side, looks at Lucius’ flushed, awed face. “Loved…God, I love that you did that to me. Filled me up, felt like I was going to fucking burst.”
Lucius drags him in for a kiss, then breaks it off with a whine. “Stop it, I can’t go again, not right now. I think that might actually kill me.”
“Worth it though.” He shuts his eyes, enjoys the feeling of Lucius’ fingers carding through his damp hair.
“Iz?”
“Mmm?”
“…why do you have one of my DVDs in your bedroom TV?”
His eyes fly open and he feels a jolt of panic through the haze of post-fuck oblivion. Lucius’ smile is smug but not mocking.
“Obvious reasons,” he mutters, knowing there’s no point in a lie.
Lucius huffs through his nose and wriggles closer on the bed. “I’ve got your full collection at mine, by the way.” He nudges their noses together. “From the twink years onwards.”
That…is something he doesn’t really know what to do with. It doesn’t feel bad though.
“Do you really not like me?” Lucius asks quietly. “Like, as a person I mean. Not as someone you’re stuck with at work.”
And maybe it’s because he’s half asleep and his brain’s currently cooling on the sheets around them, but he can’t seem to keep the words from slipping out.
“I think you’re perfect.”
When he convinces his eyes to open again, he finds Lucius looking at him, smile soft and unsure.
“I’m not,” Lucius sighs, brushing a light kiss against his lips. “I mean…I like you, so there must be something wrong with me.”
He’s still smiling when he drifts off to sleep, leaving Izzy to look at him and replay those words over and over, until he can’t stay awake any longer either.