Scott sighed contentedly in his dream. He was surrounded by mountains of soft, fluffy pillows. Or were they clouds? It was hard to tell. Rayan was in his dream too. He loved dreaming about Rayan.
Dream Rayan was being particularly and delightfully naughty. Dream Rayan kept rubbing against his leg, a positively lewd expression on his face. Sometimes he and Dream Rayan had clothes on, sometimes they didn’t. Scott could tell Dream Rayan was trying to say something, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. Dream Rayan seemed truly desperate, practically humping his thigh.
Scott loved dreams like this. He reached out, wanting to touch all the sensitive areas he knew would drive Rayan, and by extension Dream Rayan, absolutely crazy. But he couldn’t move? Dream Rayan started kissing his face, and running his fingers through his chest hair. He wanted to tell Dream Rayan to do whatever he wanted with his body, but he couldn&rsquo
Michael kept his voice low so the guests outside the tent couldn’t hear him over the music. “Okay, the kids just started walking. Are you really sure you don’t need to use these?” Michael held one of Rayan’s forearm crutches to him, which had been a vast improvement to the walker in Rayan’s opinion. Rayan shook his head, picking up his bouquet. “The weather’s been good the past few days, and I made sure to take a little extra pain reliever this morning. I’ve been practicing in secret, and Scott doesn’t know I’m okay for short distances. Besides, I’ve got your shoulder I can lean on.” “Look, I just don’t want you falling on your wedding day. If you go down, you know I’m not strong enough to catch you.” They shared a look, and Michael threw his hands up, admitting defeat. Michael helped Rayan out of the chair he’d been sitting in, and resigned himself to be a living crutch for a little while. R
It's Saturday at Dean's Grocery. The place is packed with soccer moms, their kids screaming for "those cookies" or "that cereal," and all the other poor fools whose work schedules force them to run errands on the weekend. Every available associate is on the register, managers included, and still the queues are four or more customers deep. Cashiers are having to run price and ad checks on their own, and no, your "imported free-range non-gmo cruelty free veggie-based face cream" is not 98¢ and I'll show you the shelf label because yes, that bitch really is $20 and you knew that before you got up here Karen.Rayan is stuck on a register, same as anyone else. It's always like this on Saturdays. He was sweltering, and his protective bite collar seemed to be suffocating him. The symptoms had just started, but there was no mistaking it, his heat was definitely on the way. He had about half an hour left of his shift. His heat usually took two hours or more to fully
The manager herded Scott out of the break room and up to the office. The incident paperwork was over with fairly quickly, consisting of an account of what happened and a signature. He also gave Scott a small store gift card, "For all the trouble," as he worded it. Scott secretly wondered how much concern this guy truly felt for his employee."That's not necessary but- ah, thanks I guess? I really do recommend calling that guy's emergency contact. Heats aren't things to be taken lightly.""Don't worry about him. I've had omegas working under me before. I'll make sure he gets home safe."While Scott didn't quite believe the man there was little he could do, as he was effectively being pushed out of the tiny office space. The manager was then immediately called over to a register to satisfy a customer complaint.Scott wondered if the guy would even go back to check on him. He didn't feel right leaving t
He forgot the coffee. He went out for one thing- Scott leaned heavily on his apartment door. The mid-afternoon sun was shining brightly through the curtains of his spacious unit. He ran his fingers through his hair. Did that guy make it home okay? WAIT DID HE FORGET HIS SUPPRESSANT THIS MORNING?He hurried to his kitchen, where the package was laying on the counter, same spot as always. Let's see, today is... Crap. This could totally be his fault. Today's pill sat in its little blister pack. Scott popped it dry and slumped against his cabinets, burying his face in his hands.No Omega in their right mind would be out in public, much less working, with their heat so close. But, if they were just close enough and an alpha happened to come by... "Well, shit," Scott whispered to himself. He certainly didn't want to leave things as is. But, Rayan had to have made it home by now, right? Should he run back to the supermarket and check? His han
"So about/I'm really sorry-" they both began at once. Scott chuckled and motioned for Rayan to go first."I'm, I'm really sorry about the other day. It's just, I know I should go home immediately if I feel my heat starting, but you see, I thought I could finish my shift out. I'm sorry for causing you inconvenience on your day off. I'd like to pay for the medicine you gave me.""You have nothing to apologize for." Scott assured, "Once I got home I realized I had missed my suppressant dose that morning. If anything it was ME who put YOU in that situation.""Huh?""And don't worry about the Otoforin. I always keep a dose on me for exactly those occasions.""But, they're kinda expensive... You carry them around just in case someone ELSE needs it?""It makes sense to as an alpha. Even if I don't go in to heat I should at least be able to protect those around me. T
Scott stirred his cup absentmindedly. "So, you're in customer service, I'm sure you've got an oddball story or two?""Well, nothing as crazy as a potato plug, but one of my coworkers at the grocery store had a guy who was trying to be an extreme couponer." Rayan sipped from his mug."Yeah?""Yeah, he came through the line with a bunch of glass jars of spaghetti sauce. He had one manufacturers coupon, and a stack of black and white copies of the same coupon. Of course, we couldn't accept the photocopies and when my coworker told the guy this he dead ass flipped his cart and walked out without a word.""Wow. Really?""Yep. Took over an hour to clean up all the glass and sauce. We had to throw away all the candy near the register, and it smelled like an Italian alleyway for a week. Complete carnage.""Oh no," Scott chuckled, "not the candy!"
"Made it here in one piece!" Scott announced as he strode into the foyer of his parents’ house. Even after moving out, Sunday was always reserved for family dinners."Ah, good!" his mother called from the kitchen, "Come in here and help me set the table! Dinner's almost ready!""Smells good!" He made his way to the kitchen. His childhood home was a nice two-story place in the suburbs, complete with solid wood floors and a beautifully manicured lawn. His father and sister were busy with the last bit of dinner prep. "Sorry I'm late." He took the stack of plates from his mother and gave her a peck on the cheek."Not late, just in time!" His father said, pulling a roast out of the oven."Scotty," his little sister chided, "you're always late just so you can get out; of cooking.""Aw, come on now, Liz. If you want me to cook for you, all you have to do is say so."
By the time the shift was over, the sun was up. Rayan was grimy, and sweaty, and tired. He was storing his safety gear in his locker when Michael literally swung his way into the room."Hey Rayan, come to the salon with me, dude! I need my expert color-picker!""I can't, I've got just enough time to get cleaned up before I have to be at Dean's for the opening shift.""Fuddy-duddy. You should get your hair cut for tonight."Jack came in then, not saying a word, as usual. He began putting his gear away.Rayan sighed in exasperation. "I don't want to cut my hair. Besides, if I suddenly show up with short hair it'll look like I'm trying too hard.""If I was dating a doctor, I would do everything in my power to lock that down."Jack loudly finished putting away his things, slammed his locker door, and stalked out."Oh, Jac