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This was supposed to be a drabble series, but uh - oops. I'm sorry. This is a Mad Men AU, and I've watched the series a ridiculous amount so this was long overdue. Other chaps will not be nearly as long (godpleasedon'tletthembethislong). If you have any questions about titles or ad agency stuff, I'm here.
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“This is the office and that’s life, and this is good and that’s life.”
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Gavin was a lucky little intern. Not only had he received his work visa for the next five years, the agency he’d applied to had placed him almost right away at one of the largest advertising agencies in Austin. Hullum, Heyman, & Burns was a flourishing business that took up two floors of the tallest skyscraper in the city more than forty stories high. It was a buzzing workplace full of beautiful Omega secretaries that seemed to take him in without batting an eye. Omegas had to stick together, after all, especially with their usually-Alpha bosses prowling around.
Gavin was clumsy at the best of times but he got his work done in a timely fashion and was always trying to think ahead, keeping appointments neatly in his assigned Alpha’s little planner. He was good with people and was often complimented on his phone etiquette. Being the secretary to an Account man meant he was dealing with some delicate relationships and he had to be on his toes all the time.
HHB was just as progressive as any other large company but it was hard to see Omegas as anything but cute trinkets to answer phones and bring ice.
Gavin was on a low rank on the first floor but his boss (Mr. Marquis) liked to have him run paperwork up to the second floor. Those were where the big boys lived, where the founders of the company and the heads of all the departments had offices. Because of Mr. Ramsey, the floor seemed to always be buzzing with Creative (as he was the in charge of them), so Gavin didn’t feel too out of place running around up there with people his age.
Actually, it was Mr. Ramsey’s secretary that he got along with most. Michael Jones, an ambitious Omega with his eyes set on a copywriting job. He seemed to get closer it every day but it was hard to break through when you were of lower status. From what Gavin had heard from his friend, Mr. Ramsey treated him with respect and weighed all his ideas fairly.
When Mr. Marquis had him run up memos and such up to the Creative Director, Gavin got to sit and have a nice chat with his best friend and share some gossip.
This trip didn’t go like that.
HHB was in the running for the Vicks Chemicals account Marquis had taken the initiative to gather up all the account files since Mr. Haywood (their Head of Accounts) was on a small vacation. Marquis was trying to show that he could step up but in the end he had laden down Gavin with four overstuffed files of past ad campaigns for each product. Formula 44, VapoRub, lozenges, and medicated cough drops. (He didn’t know how those last two were different but he didn’t ask questions.) He carried them up the stairs as carefully as he could but they were tucked under his chin and he felt off balance the whole way.
Careful there, Gav, just one foot in front of the other , the Omega thought to himself encouragingly. He couldn’t see his feet so he tried to take it slow but it was hard with the foot traffic. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the first floor but it was still riddled with higher up Account men, busy secretaries, Media agents, top tier marketers, and the general administrative. They all had some place to be and they weren’t patient enough to wait on a bumbling Omega who was starting to lose grip.
He wasn’t even halfway to Geoff’s office before his shoe caught on a stray pencil and he toppled.
Gavin couldn’t do anything quietly. He squawked and stumbled forward two steps, the sound flattening into a yelp as the files tumbled forward out of his hands. He pitched forward with them and ended up sprawling on top of them as they scattered, loose pages fluttering out of folders and flying away. Pain shot up through his knees and palms from the impact but he his sudden bout of high pitched whining came from the mess spread out so widely in front of him. All the folders were practically empty now and they were all mixed up, not even color-coded. He’d have to take them back to Mr. Marquis or figure out where they went himself. Would he be fired? Would he be punished?
Gavin started gathering up the papers into some kind of system, scanning over each to create makeshift piles. The longer he was on his knees, half bent over, the harder it got to concentrate. He could feel more and more gazes falling on him, backhanded whispers tickling just beyond earshot. He nervously glanced up and saw a young group of media agents staring at him with blatant hunger. He chittered in the back of his throat, a submissively placating sound that he hoped would save him from being approached. The air was filling with Alpha and the Omega trembled, his spring time scent wilting into a tragically beautiful crushed-petal musk.
Please don’t see me, don’t approach me.
But his plea went unheard. There was a burst of laughter nearby and he didn’t dare look, afraid it was aimed at him. He scrambled to grab more papers, to make the mess smaller at least, but winced when he heard the laughter abruptly stop. The room went quiet and a disgustingly loud chitter burst out of his chest and he tried to keep his head low but there was no way they hadn’t heard it. A pair of shined shoes and neat topped with thinly pinstriped pants approached him.
Gavin braced himself to be kicked aside, to be scolded, but was surprised when the man knelt down. Knees, thighs...his eyes roamed up the man’s waist and chest, over his tie and tiny college pin to the stubbled cheeks. Gavin couldn’t help but gasp and he got a lungful of rich wine scent. Deep and dark to leave a dry fruit taste upon the tongue. There was only one Alpha in the company who had that kind of unfashionable beard and those dark rimmed glasses, only one who would be on this floor and command the room’s attention. It was someone he’d only seen in passing, had held open the door for only once. A Founding, Senior Partner and Head of Account Services.
“Mr. Burns.” The title sounded so calm in his head but it stuttered out of his lips until it was almost inaudible. The handsome Alpha grinned at him and his heart jumped into his throat, muffling his tongue into a mess. Those eyes were so blue and as rich as his scent, shining behind his glasses. The man’s expression wasn’t cruel like he expected but amused, the way his lips tugged up at the corners of his mouth almost soft . He scooped up some papers with steady hands and Gavin admired the broad palms as they slid the page in a stack.
Burns handed them over and the Omega quickly took them without looking at what was on them. He couldn’t rip his eyes away from his boss. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the man’s good looks or the fact that an Alpha was looking him right in the eyes instead of between his thighs or at his ass. Burns inhaled and sighed in content, the Omega’s cheeks turning pink as he realized he was being scented.
“Well aren’t you a sweet little treat.” Burns’ voice was smooth and certain without the usual smugness, just a casual observation. “It seems you made a mess. Let me help you.”
“N-No, sir, please don’t, I’ll clean it up,” Gavin rushed, fingers fumbling over more pages to get them away from the man to make the scatter look less somehow.
“There’s nothing wrong, Omega,” Burns assured him with the barest little rumble lacing under his words. He looked at a few of the papers he plucked up and his smile threatened to turn down. “Who gave you such a heavy burden to take to Geoff?”
Gavin pursed his lips, cold panic striking him in the gut.
“Whose in charge of you?” Burnie pressed.
“Mr. Aaron Marquis,” Gavin breathed. “It’s not his fault, sir. I-I’m a clutz, I shouldn’t be trusted with important things.” He drew in on himself submissively. “Please don’t tell him. I don’t want to give him a reason to-” He cut himself off, almost too afraid to say it.
The Alpha’s brows drew together. The faintest trace of anger that pried the truth out from behind his teeth.
“He’ll spank me,” Gavin whispered shamefully, papers clutched to his chest. “He...he always threatens to but I try to be good, to be a perfect. I don’t want to give him a reason.”
Burns’ eyes steeled and he flinched, papers shaking noisily. He reached out and took the Omega’s arms, holding him firmly and bringing him to stand up. Gavin stuttered out something about cleaning up the mess but his words were ignored. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Gavin Free.”
“Mr. Free,” Burns repeated with fondness. “How would you feel about moving up to this floor? Grace us with your charms?”
Gavin blushed prettily as the man’s hands slid down to touch his own. “Mr. Burns…”
“Just say yes.”
o0o
Knockknock. “Mr. Burns?”
Flick . “Mr. Marquis. Come in.”
The Account man tried not to rush into the partner’s office but he was full of nervous energy. It wasn’t every day one of the founders called you into his office and he was hoping his initiative had been noticed. He’d double checked his appearance in the mirror on the way here and he didn’t have a hair out of place. Burns was at his desk and puffing to life a fresh cigarette, smoke curling around his head. He was staring down at the open ledger on his desk and it looked like one of Ramsey’s campaigns looking for a stamp of approval. Burns was a liaison between accounts and the company, a schmoozer, even more so than Haywood.
“Close the door.”
Aaron obeyed. He unbuttoned his suit coat and went to the chair in front of the desk.
“Don’t sit down. This won’t take long.”
Aaron slowed down to a standstill and rebuttoned his coat.
“Your secretary, Mr. Free…”
“What did he do?” Aaron rumbled lowly. “I take no responsibility. He’s a little idiot and I’ve done my best to keep him in check but I’m not a babysitter.”
The older Alpha’s mouth formed a fine, thin line and smoke poured out of his nose. He tapped the ashes out in his crystal ashtray. “What a relief to hear.”
His brows knit up. “Sir?”
“I’ll be taking him off your hands,” Burnie informed him bluntly before sucking hard off the cigarette, the tip burning red hot. “A memo will circulate through your department about it. Lindsay will find you a replacement within the week.”
Aaron dumbly. “Alright, sir...are you firing him?”
Burns puffed out a wave of smoke in amusement. “Of course not. He’ll become my secretary’s assistant. Barb is always complaining she has too much to do.” He glanced at Aaron and the younger man felt his stomach clench. “That means he’s mine, Marquis. You’ll stay away from him from now on. You couldn’t appreciate that sweet kid so you’ve lost your privilege. Have I made myself clear?”
There was the barest flash of fang and Aaron nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re dismissed.”
o0o
Gavin loved his new job. He was on the top floor with his friends (Michael, and the new hire Ray) and Barbara was a kind Alpha female with a sharp edge when it came to idiots. She was blonde and beautiful and he would follow her anywhere. Secretarial Assistant - a secretary to a secretary. He had to dress nicer and keep his own appointment book to make sure he kept track of where he was needed. He answered phones when Barb was busy and he cleaned up his handwriting, and with her guidance he learned to type twice as fast. He took down notes while Barb and Mr. Burns talked business or when they were on the move, the Omega trailing behind them and scribbling down everything of import.
Mr. Burns was shockingly respectful for an Alpha who liked to flirt. He never once grabbed Gavin’s ass though he felt the man’s looks linger. Gavin grew to love the long stares. He blossomed under the attention of the Alpha. He felt protected at his new desk. While Barbara was on the left and further forward, his smaller desk was on the right and had his back to the wall of the partner’s office. Every time Burns walked out of his office the Omega got a nice, heavy dose of his scent.
He’d never imagined he could enjoy a job so much. He lived for Mr. Burns praise, his lopsided smiles, and his handsomely cut suits. He begged for the job to get the Alpha’s breakfast in the morning and it was quickly granted. Black coffee, two creams, a bear claw or a protein scramble depending on the day, and a second cup before noon or he’d be cranky by lunch. Gavin got the timing down perfectly and it was worth running around to see the Alpha’s pleased smile. He lived for those pats to the head, the quick “good boy” before he went back to his desk.
Everything was going smoothly. He was in a protective little bubble and he made good money and he was making plans to move out of his brother’s apartment to find a place with Ray.
And then his heat crept up on him.
o0o
Gavin was regular for his heat, he had been since he presented at eighteen. He was twenty-one now and he had a tight schedule. Being around an office full of Alphas must have affected him more than he’d anticipated. He’d been overly hot all day and his heat wasn’t supposed to set in until late tomorrow. It was perfectly planned for the weekend and he’d scheduled to have Monday off in case it ran long.
Gavin pulled at his tie and tried to focus on typing up the correspondence in front of him but his eyes kept slipping out of focus. He knew his cheeks were painted with a permanent flush and that his scent was growing stronger but he felt secure behind his desk, Barb’s glare keeping “suitors” at bay. Thankfully he hadn’t seen Mr. Burns all day. He was the most important Alpha in his life and he was in tune with him, his moods and scents fluctuating with the man’s presence. With no mate of his own to speak of, it felt like life was centered on pleasing his boss.
And that thought wasn’t helping his growing burn of arousal.
Michael stopped by and sat on top of the desk with a cheeky grin. “Hello, boy.”
Gavin grinned at the shared nickname. “Michael.”
“You need to go home.” The words were blunt and he frowned.
“I’m alright, boy, don’t worry about me.”
Michael leaned in and scented lightly at his feathery hair, humming lowly. “I can almost smell you from my desk, Gav, seriously. People are starting to stare and I don’t want you riding the train out of the city with your scent any stronger.”
Gavin frowned. “My brother won’t be able to come get me until late and I still have so much to do.”
“Then ask to go home now, I’m serious,” Michael insisted. “You smell like you’re ready to fall into heat any second.”
“I’m more than a day off!”
“Scents don’t lie,” Michael tisked as he tapped the end of the Brit’s nose. “I saw Mr. Burns near Media and I know Barb’s out to lunch. Go ask him.” He shot him a wink. “He likes you. He’ll let you go.”
Gavin picked nervously at his nails and looked down at the typewriter in front of him. “What makes you think he likes me anymore than the other Omega secretaries?”
“Uh, because he hand picked you?” the curly haired Omega scoffed. “Because he lets you sit in on important calls if Barbara is even a little bit inconvenienced? He carts you everywhere, he wants you in his shadow all the time when he had his pick of everyone. Gavvy, he created a job for you to get you away from Marquis. Not to mention how he talks to Mr. Ramsey about you and your cute accent.”
“Michael,” Gavin protested lightly, knuckles covering his mouth.
“He calls you his ‘flower boy’,” Michael crooned with a teasing pinch to the other Omega’s cheek. “His ‘springtime lad’. It’s adorable.”
“That’s not funny,” he muttered as he smacked his hand away.
Michael raised a brow. “Who’s joking?”
Gavin was thankful to be left alone but the warmth was building. He quickly typed up the last three letters and after a double-check he decided they were ready for approval. He put them all in a folder together along with the message from the representative from Playtex that always refused to talk to Barbara because “Alpha females were an abomination”. The only reason Burnie let the special treatment was the million dollar price tag on the account.
He tucked the folder into his arm and stood, fighting off the immediate wave of dizziness. He clenched his eyes shut and counted down from ten, controlling his breathing as much as he could. The cramps were still a few hours off but if he was feeling the effects already then maybe they would come sooner. He had some slick pads in his bag just in case that embarrassing event came up but he was confidant there was little that could turn him on at work. He wasn’t the type of Omega to find pleasure in lecherous gazes from Alpha’s who thought he was nothing more than a piece of meat.
Once he felt ready, Gavin headed towards the Media conference room and quickly caught sight of Mr. Burns among a group of department heads. He looked so dashing. His suit was a dove grey with those signature faint pinstripes - a handsome contrast in a sea of black. The Omega slowed his steps and braced himself for the burning looks, maybe an off hand comment or two. He’d spoken to the Senior Partner in front of other coworkers before, they all knew he was the Alpha’s secretarial assistant and mostly treated him as such. There was no real reason to be nervous.
He didn’t feel the dark eyes that followed him across the room but he should have.
As Gavin approached the group of Alphas, they all quieted down and watched him with hawe eyes. He was suddenly hyper-aware of the light sweat on his brow and the deep blush on his cheeks but their reactions faded when Burnie’s laugh from the joke lingered, fading into an amused chuckle before he followed their looks to land on the Omega. His gaze wasn’t as predatory but it was just as appreciative, gliding over every inch of him before darting back up to his face.
“My little treat somehow got tastier,” Burns chuckled, reaching out and snagging him around the waist. Gavin squeaked and let himself be pulled into the man’s side. The folder kept their chests from pressing flush and Gavin tried hard not to concentrate on how nicely they fit together, slotting together like two romantic puzzle pieces. He hated himself for such a silly thought but Burnie’s expression was so open, so warm, and he couldn’t fight something that felt so good .
“I’ve finished up those letters, they’re only awaiting your approval,” Gavin rushed, trying not to look directly at those bright eyes. Burnie took a deep breath and he knew he was being scented. “Barbara isn’t here, Mr. Burns, and I’d like to ask you if I could leave early? I’m not really feeling one hundred percent.”
“I would say not.” Burnie’s head dipped down and the boy gasped sharply at the feel of his boss’s nose tucking behind his ear. He delicately sniffed and the light sensation made Gavin’s lashes flutter, pushing into his boss on pure instinct. The others were staring but none of them dared to snicker. Burnie pulled back with a slight frown but a new wideness to his pupils. “You’re right on the cusp of your heat, Gavin. You should be at home resting, preparing.”
Gavin lowered his eyes. “Yes, sir, of course. It got away from me.”
Burnie tucked his knuckle under the boy’s chin and lifted his face up. “You need to take care of yourself.”
“I-I’ll try to do better in the future, sir,” Gavin tripped.
“What about an escort?” Burnie questioned, blatantly ignoring the inquisitive sounds from the other Alpha.
Gavin chewed the side of his lip. “I’m afraid I’ve found myself without one.”
Burnie hummed disapprovingly. “Let me drive you home.”
The Brit flustered and wiggled out of his grip, embarrassed at being coddled in front of the department heads. He didn’t want to make the Senior Partner look weak in any way no matter how he enjoyed the attention. “I couldn’t ask that, Mr. Burns. I don’t live in the city. It’d be an hour and a half trip out of your way to get to Brooklyn and back at lunch rush. I can take the train by myself, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Nonsense,” Burns chuckled kindly before he handed the folder back. “I insist. Just put these on my desk and lock my office up. We’ll leave right after. Think of any supplies you need and we can stop to grab them.”
Gavin nodded dumbly and stumbled back toward the office, glancing back now and then to make sure the man was standing there and that he wouldn’t bolt. Burnie gave him a wave before returning to his conversation. The Omega floated on air all the way past his desk and into his boss’s office. His mind was a-flutter with the prospect of such a generous offer from an Alpha he respected so much. To be escorted home like a real little prince, to be safe and guarded until he was inside his brother’s apartment with his own room...it was more than he could ask for. And they’d stop for supplies? He could get apples, salted almonds, and some canned soup to keep his strength up through the weekend.
Gavin was mulling over an elegant, affordable thank-you-basket arrangement for his boss while laying the folder on the desk when he heard the door close.
Click.
Gavin turned around slowly and saw a shock of black. The lock .
Mr. Joel Heyman - one of the three founding members, a Senior Partner, Chief Financial Advisor, and known through the secretarial pool for his intoxicating scent coupled with lusty attitude toward Omegas. He was a tale figure of an Alpha with an unfashionable paleness to his skin that was a stark contrast to his infamous set of ebony suits. Even his hair was artfully messy. A lot of the department heads didn’t give in to the slick-back style, the classic swoop that all the ad men were trying to pull off. Because it was because they were older and that classic curve style made them look too young to be taken seriously, but it was easy to tell who was in charge at HHB.
“Mr. Heyman, sir,” Gavin greeted as sweetly as he could manage past the wave of fear. “I’m sorry, Mr. Burns is near the Media conference room right now. Would you like me to go fetch him? Is there maybe I file I can fetch you?”
“Mmm, I admire your eagerness, but there’s only one thing I’m after here,” Heyman rumbled, head cocking as he lightly scented the air. “You’re trailing a lovely smell. Are you about to go into heat, Mr. Free?”
Gavin froze like caught prey, fingertips still resting on the file. “I...I’m about to head home.”
Heyman’s smirk mimicked a sharks, all teeth and gleaming in the afternoon sun that streamed in through the office windows. “That’s not a ‘no’.”
The Alpha took a few casual steps forward and Gavin wasn’t sure if he could bolt now even if he wanted to. Joel was just as important to the company as Burns or the ailing Mr. Hullum, more so than Haywood and Michael’s beloved Mr. Ramsey. He couldn’t lash out - one swing and that would be his job. The thought of packing up his desk, of seeing Mr. Burns disappointed stare and a earful Michael...it made him sick.
“Unmated,” Joel noted as he got closer, “Do you have a surrogate Alpha?” The man tucked his hands behind his back and approached with a little jaunt in his step, smirk softening to a playful smile. “Allow me to volunteer.”
Gavin felt a warm flutter in his belly and he caught himself smiling back. “That’s very kind, Mr. Heyman.” The man’s chuckle made him tingle and he played with his own fingers, suddenly shy. This was an attractive, rich Alpha giving him attention and he was growing even hotter under his dark stare. “You must have your pick of Omegas. I’m honestly a bit more than flattered.”
The hint of shark came back. “You’re a pretty young lad. Gavin, right?”
“Yes, sir,” Gavin replied quickly. “No offense meant, but I have to decline.”
“Are you saving yourself for marriage, Mr. Free?” Joel teased lightly as he got closer, a true wolf in sheep’s clothing. “How adorably old fashioned of you.”
“It’s not like that, exactly, I just...I-I want to know and trust my first Alpha.” Gavin chuckled weakly and rubbed the back of his neck. “That sounds rakish. I want to love every Alpha that comes into my life like that. And until I find one who cares about me, I’ll take my heats alone. I don’t mind.” That and contraceptives are so expensive it would take two weeks salary in full to buy one month of supplies, and that’s just for the basic brand.
“Well that just won’t do,” Joel tisked. “You deserve someone to keep that hole warm. You know how much pain you’ll be in without a knot?”
Gavin took a step back but the Alpha was already in front of him. “It’s manageable.”
“Why would you choose to hurt when I’m right here?” Joel gestured at himself almost like a distraction. “I’ll take care of you, Omega. You won’t go wanting. I’ll keep you plugged on my knot the whole weekend.” Gavin’s breath hitched as the Alpha’s other hand started to reach out for him. “Doesn’t getting filled with a fat cock sound so much better than laying alone in your room whimpering like a pathetic puppy?”
Gavin’s cock gave a hard throb at the words and he shifted his weight, liquid heat starting to pool low in his gut. The handsome Alpha’s proposition was tempting in a way that he’d like it to come from someone he knew. Someone with coppery curls and long stubble and who smelled like the finest vineyard. He had so little idea of what happened in the bedroom but he knew that he wanted to try, to explore, but he was afraid of looking like a fool.
“What if I had someone in mind?” The words were out before he could swallow them down but they felt like the first crack of a dam. “What if I wanted to impress a certain Alpha? Could you, uh...tell me, Mr. Heyman?” The man looked uncertain so he explained. “How an Omega would go about seducing you , I mean? The Alpha I’m thinking of is so similar to you. Do you have any tips?”
“You little whore.”
Heyman was faster than he expected. Gavin’s arm was taken and he was forced to turn around to face the desk, arm getting twisted up his back. He cried out in surprise before he was slammed down face first into the desk. Gavin groaned at the knock to the forehead and he swore he saw some cartoon stars. The boy took his arm back the moment it was released but he was dizzy, blinking hard and weakly pawing at the desk in an attempt to get some bearings.
Heyman had his belt and pants undone just as the ache cleared enough for him focus.
“Mr. Heyman-!”
“ Shut up .” The Alpha bark had him snapping his mouth shut in an instinctive need to obey. Gavin stared wide eyed at his boss’s desk and whined through his teeth, his pants dropping down around his ankles. The cooled air touched his bare legs and he shuddered.
“Mr. Burns wouldn’t like this,” Gavin protested in a strained, stuttery whisper.
Joel’s hand slapped down on the nape of his neck and after the initial sting there was grip, fingers biting down in five distinct points of pressure that only ramped up his heat. The Omega gasped and it turned into a high whine of pleasure as a pleasant veil slipped over his mind, blurring up his vision. Gavin’s hands fisted against the desk and his back bowed, head falling back to feel the true strength of the Alpha. Muscle flexed within the man’s palm and he breathed Alpha before going limp. He was urged back down to the desk and he let the wood press to his cheek, his covered chest.
Gavin’s legs were kicked apart as much as they could with his ankles dropped and the boy gave a low, pleasing purr. He braced his palms on the desk and curved his back, tilting up his hips to appease the Alpha behind him. He wanted to look good, he wanted to be good. Fingers curled in the elastic of his underwear and dragged them down over the curves of his ass. Yes, Alpha, please, look. Tell me I’m good enough, that I’m worth having. Tell me Burnie would want me.
That wasn’t even his boss’s first name, that was his overpopular nickname. Gavin warmed further at the informality and longed to purr the name while being pet, so murmur it into his boss’s ear while they were pressed close - it was a secret dream that he kept trapped up in his heart, away from prying eyes. He could feel his hole twitch was it was exposed and the Alpha’s huff of approval made him preen and wiggle.
The fingers at his nape curved to dig into the scent glands under his throat. Gavin marveled at how long those digits were and then his mind went blissfully blank. The glands were massaged in slow, tight circles as two fingertips touched the bottom of his back and ran down his cleft, tapping at his hole. “Pretty Omega boy.”
The words rang through Gavin’s head and he wanted to believe them. The hand on his neck slid around until his nose was pressed to Heyman’s wrist. The rich material of his suit cuff brushed his skin and he caught a whiff of his scent, and then it came in a thick wave.
“M-Mr…” Gavin choked hard on the title and he gave up to breathe deeper. The Alpha smelled like bright, sharp mint and it felt like ice crystals formed through his lungs and down into his belly. He didn’t know how the man smothered up such a strong scent but he was glad he did - there was no way he would be able to take notes during meetings if this chilly scent was trying to coat his insides.
Joel slid his hand down the front of his throat and started to squeeze but Gavin’s gasp was from the sudden sharp knock on the door. He turned his face away from the Alpha’s wrist and the fresh breath of air had a tinge of Burnie’s scent - ice melting under the warm wash of wine. He gave a full body shudder and felt the first thick glob of slick smear his rim. He was getting hard like an afterthought but his insides were going liquid and that intoxicating, indescribable flush of pure hormones was threatening to sink him down even further into his own head. He wanted to drop to the floor and present.
Behind him, Heyman laughed and easily slid down to one knee in front of the bared Omega. Gavin shook his head a little but the man parted his cheeks with insistent hands. “Just one lick, cute boy. I think our time is almost up.”
The door burst open but the way it smacked off the wall didn’t remotely cover up the Omega’s high squeal of pleasure when Heyman ran his tongue over his hole. It was just one scooping lick to get a mouthful of slick and the drag of the pink muscle against the center of the boy was too much. Gavin hid his face and visibly trembled, hole flexing hard to bring out another dollop of wetness.
Burnie fumed , nostrils flaring as he took in the horrid scent of frost over flowers, his long-time friend’s smell burying that of his cute secretarial assistant. His hands balled into tight fists and his very posture screamed Alpha. His blood boiled at the sight in front of him. Joel (the smug fuck) casually pivoted to shoot him a lazy smile and to show off the vision that was bent over the desk. There was a glisten on the older Alpha’s lips before he licked it away.
“Smell that, Michael?” Joel drawled as he slowly stood up. He gave the Omega’s butt a sharp pat that made him squeak. “Fresh heat. He’s never had an Alpha before. Can you believe that?”
“So you thought you’d take him for a ride?” Burnie snapped. “If you tried to ruin him, I’ll kill you, Joel, I swear to God.”
“I only got a lick and a touch,” Joel assured him with an impatient edge to his voice, fingers lingering to give the boy a small pinch. “I got him all warmed up for you. He’s ready to fall into his heat. Aren’t you, Mr. Free?”
Gavin kept his face in his hands but didn’t move from his exposed position.
Burnie wanted to rip Joel to pieces but he couldn’t look at the other Alpha when there was something so much more beautiful to look at. Gavin’s tan, round cheeks were on full display along with shining rim of his hole. He wanted to think it crude, that Gavin deserved better, but he was thinking with his knot and a sickening arousal flooded him. Mount the bitch. Breed him up full of pups and keep him in bed all day. Too fat to move, too happy to care.
Burnie shook his head but he couldn’t shake the smell of wet, lush soil and flower musk. “Get away from him. Go do your damn job.”
“You enjoy it,” Joel snickered. He fixed his cuffs and double checked his suit before he left. They brushed past each other and shared a low, competitive rumble. “So you’ll finally claim him?”
“Whatever keeps you away from him.” Burnie slammed the door behind him and made sure to lock it. He gave the wood an extra glare for good measure. “Handsy windbag.”
Burnie turned around and was sad to see the boy threatening to shake apart. Gavin was slowly standing up, knees and elbows as weak as a newborn calf. When he stood he just stayed still despite the little movements that gave away his fear.
“Gavvy,” Burnie rasped as he hurried over to the boy, hand already outstretched to comfort him, “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he was lurking around. I wouldn’t have sent you by yourself. I should’ve known, you’re so close to your heat…”
Gavin turned and the Alpha felt a tug at both his heart and his knot. Gavin’s eyes were watering and his fingers clumsily covered his cheeks, his mouth, the line of his jaw. He was blushing like a gorgeous rose that Burnie so desperately wanted to pluck, to inhale and indulge. To bite . His shirt was all rumpled, tie askew, and the untucked hem of the cloth covered all the sensitive bits the Alpha yearned to see.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Burns,” the boy’s voice was little more than a husk, the green of his eyes nearly swallowed in the black of his pupils. “I-I shouldn’t have let him, I shouldn’t have-”
“Hush,” Burnie cut him off swiftly, touching his shoulder to try and ground him. “He’s a slick bastard and he had no right to touch you. I should’ve protected you.” He ran his knuckles down the boy’s arm and he shivered, hands dropping to cover his thighs more in a sudden spurt of shame. “Let’s get you dressed and home before someone else gets some grand ideas and I have to start clawing our way out of here.”
Gavin simpered and nodded. Burnie lifted his hand and the boy started to crumple, legs threatening to give. The Alpha decided right then that he couldn’t let this boy suffer alone.
Burns started to unbutton his suit coat. “Can you dress yourself, Gavvy? Do you need help?”
Gavin immediately bent down and showed off the peachy mounds of his cheeks. Burnie slid off his jacket and picked his jaw up off the floor. They were such tight, grabbable little mounds and it took all his strength not to get a real feel for them. It took every ounce of control to keep himself in check and he shed his coat.
“Here, put this on.” Burnie offered his jacket as the Omega finally buckled his belt. “It’ll cover you up and keep you warm.”
“I’m so warm already,” Gavin chuckled, turning and backing up into the coat. “You don’t have to, Mr. Burns, I’m...I’m okay.”
Burnie caught the Omega before he fell into him, hushing him and wiggling him into the suit coat. “It’s got my scent all over it. It’ll be easier to get you out of here.”
“Smells good,” Gavin slurred, starting to sink. “Alpha?”
His mouth dropped open. “Gavin?”
The boy looked at him and whimpered, leaning on him. “A-Alpha…”
Burnie was quick to catch Gavin before he fell to the floor. The Omega was a chittering mess, heat glazing his eyes and muscles turning liquid. He weighed nothing and it was easy to pick him up bridal style, cradling him to his chest. Gavin instinctively burrowed into his chest, weak hands dragging the jacket closer around him to get more of his scent. Sweet flower boy.
He let the Omega bury his nose in his shirt and grab at him with wanting, frail fingers as he took him to the door. It was easy to open it up and once he entered the hall he could feel many pairs of eyes falling on them. Seeing a Senior Partner carrying a no-name Omega was not an everyday occurrence and he wasn’t surprised but they didn’t need to openly gawk. He clutched Gavin protectively and murmured encouragement, whispering to the boy to stay close.
Burnie strutted through the office floor and kept his chin up, flashing a snarl whenever eyes lingered too long. He noticed a few young Alphas stumbled towards him with their noses in the air, caught by the growing heat the came from the boy in languid curls.
“There you are,” Ramsey came up, pencil tucked behind his ear and a loose pile of papers clutched between his tattooed hands. He looked exhausted but when he saw Gavin tucked in his friend’s arms. “Nevermind. Seems you’re busy. Need someone to call a car?”
“We’ll be fine. Can you call the elevator for me?”