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He hadn't realized Dean was an alpha, hadn't realized he was an omega, hadn't realized what was going to happen, just suddenly needed to be near him, achingly, desperately. He'd gone to Dean's dorm room in a weird haze, sat on his bed and listened to him noodle around on the guitar, smiled at him hesitantly. Dean sat down on the bed next to him; their legs touched, and Jared felt a shaky weird ache, low in his stomach, and thought weird.
When Dean leaned in and kissed him he opened his mouth immediately. When Dean pulled at his shirt he took it off; he unbuttoned Dean's pants and dragged their erections together and tried to get Dean's cock - so big, so hard - close to where he ached, tried to press all his aching trembling body against Dean's cock.
He was on his hands and knees with Dean's cock in his soaked, trembling ass, panting and not just moaning but screaming under his breath with how every drag of the head of Dean's cock inside his sensitive body made every nerve light up, made his body shake and his breath come fast, did something strange and awesome to him that made him come all at once, sticky on the bed, and still want Dean to fuck him, need Dean to keep moving in him.
Dean came in a wash of heat and wet in him, and it was at that exact moment that Jared realized what they had just done.
"Oh, fuck," he said, hauling himself forward on his arms, "oh, fuck, we need to stop, we need to -"
The knot had already formed, and Dean gasped as Jared dragged his tight asshole against the swollen head. "Wait," Dean said, "Wait, we can - maybe if I -" he tried to pull back. It was too big, it was too big to pull out, it hurt, and Jared said "No, stop, stop moving." and put his face in his hands.
Dean came again, a hot sticky warm wave inside him, and moaned low and gutteral and then said "... Dammit, sorry." He was panting; his breath evened out a little, and he said, "You didn't know."
"Know what?" Jared said, his face in his hands, his ass spread obscenely around Dean's cock.
"That you're an omega," Dean said, "That I can -" his hips stuttered again - "breed you." His voice was anxious, frustrated. "I thought - I'm sorry - I thought you wanted -"
"How long does this - take." Jared said.
"It isn't like being a beta," Dean said. "It takes as long as it takes, trust me, if this was a normal beta penis I would not still be hard-" his hips stuttered again; Jared felt another wash of warm inside him. Dean drew a long ragged breath. "I could call an ambulance." he said, finally. "There's a thing they can do, it involves a needle, it makes the knot go down." He touched Jared's hip, tentatively. "You're an Omega," he said, "Your body is made to - not let go, I'm really afraid I'll hurt you if I try. I would never have - " his hips bucked again. "Goddammit!" he said, and then, raggedly, "I thought you knew."
"Okay," Jared said. Now that his arousal was gone completely - replaced by panic - he felt spitted, he felt too stretched. He didn't know how he could handle another half hour, surely just a half hour. But the hospital would be worse. "okay. No paramedics. We get comfortable, this - finishes - we're done. Okay?"
"Okay," Dean said. "Lean back - we can -"
They moved awkwardly to lying on their sides, hips still locked together. Dean's arm was under Jared's shoulder; Dean's hips kept up their own little rhythm, rocking into him. Jared felt soaked, wet, upset, stuck.
"I don't want to get pregnant," Jared said, lowly.
“I know,” Dean said, “I know, we’ll go to the clinic as soon as we can, okay?”
There was a long silence, and then the words kind of tumbled out of Dean. "I'm a member of the Upper Klamath Pack," Dean said. "We have - breeding omegas, people travel there from all over to be bred by us. The pack raises the children. If someone - doesn't want to acknowledge the alpha, you know -" another shift of his hips, another wash of heat - "they can just stay and be bred by the pack, by all the young alphas, and then it's a pack baby, not one alpha's. It's -"
Jared twisted, suddenly angry. "So you thought I wanted to be one of your breeding bitches? You thought that's why I came in here?"
"I thought you came in here," Dean said, his hand suddenly settling on Jared's hip, "because you were in heat and you wanted me. And I did it because -" his voice cracked again. Jared couldn't see his face. "Because you smelled amazing and I've liked you for months. I thought you knew. How can you be an omega and not know? I thought you wanted me."
"I did." Jared said, feeling a weird sort of violated pity. "I did want you." He shifted; he was relaxing a little, and the weird hot slick feeling of Dean's knotted cock in his ass was less bad and more strange and reminded him of the first glorious moments before this went so wrong. "I didn't know. But I wanted you." He shifted again. "Dean," he said, "you have a really enormous cock."
"Yeah," Dean said, "I know. You have," he hesitated, drawing his finger back and forth on Jared's hip, "Possibly the sweetest, tightest ass I have ever felt." He lowered his head, hesitantly, and then pressed his lips against the nape of Jared's neck. "You should have told me that you'd never done this before," he said, "I would have done it differently, I could have -"
"No," Jared said, "It was really good, it was good, right up until I wound up in some backwoods pack's omega kennel having quintuplets."
Dean had the audacity to snicker. "A well-connected pack's nicely-appointed omega guesthouse," he said. His hips had started shifting a little again, a stuttery little back-and-forth. Jared could feel - now that he knew what it was - the omega glands getting wet, his body getting turned on again, even though he knew this was stupid, knew this was a bad situation. "It's nicer than my room at home," he said, "when an omega is breeding, I mean really breeding, they want it warm and dim all the time. Everything's very soft. People bring you your food. Can you imagine -" his hips jerked sharply "- going there and - fucking -" another thrust "-me fucking you for months and months, as long as you wanted, as much as you wanted, until you had my litter."
Jared shouldn't have been turned on by that. He didn't even - pregnancy hadn't been an option for him fifteen minutes ago, but now with his ass full of Dean's come he wanted it, he wanted it a little, wanted Dean to breed him, wanted Dean's body to take him over like that, wanted Dean to fuck him until it took. He shoved back against the hard huge knot of Dean's cock, felt it rub against the walls of his ass, felt his own erection start to swell again.
"Yeah," Dean said, "You want that, don't you. Want me to fuck you in the dark like that." He drew a hand down Jared's spine; sweat had sprung up between Jared's shoulderblades. "The question, though," he said, low, in Jared's ear, "is do you want me to make you mine, or do you want me to share you with my packmates?" His hips thrust forward; he couldn't move much, but the rhythm he was setting was hard, pounding. Jared felt it through his whole body, felt it in his toes, didn't want it to ever stop. "Just me, just my come in you, your ass belonging to me, or me coming in and finding you full of another man's come and trying to fuck it out of you?"
"Are you asking," Jared panted, "me -" he threw his head back. He had gone from feeling like he could never be turned on again to aching to come again. "To marry you?"
Dean laughed, a low, confident alpha laugh. "I'm asking you," he said, low, "how you want me to use you, because -" he thrust "- I took your first heat, and that makes you -" he thrust again, "mine."
"Yours," Jared said, half a question, and Dean said, "If you want to be."
"God," Jared said, and put his head in his arms, "Fuck me," and came hard again around Dean's cock.
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