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It was a bit odd, Lister being at home so much. It’s not like Jimmy minded, it’s good for Lister’s rehab to be away from parties, and it kept the slow recovery process out of tabloids, not that they aren’t printing rumors anyway. Current conspiracies, as Lister had so joyfully kept them updated on, were that he is either hiding a pregnancy like an 18th century noblewoman, had joined a hippie commune in Los Angeles to commune with his inner spirit, or is being kept in a lab as a second “clone Lister” (or Lister 2 Electric Birdgaloo , the preferred term of the man himself) is created. Recurring, but boring, is the theory that an alpha had spirited Lister away on some sort of romantic courtship that will be revealed dramatically when he shows up in public on someone’s arm with a mating bite. Most rumors were met with eye rolls, good natured laughs, and the occasional consolation when something hit too raw of a nerve. It kept them busy, and anything that kept them busy these days was welcome.
The clone one’s a bit funny, maybe we could do a music video with that, Rowan had suggested. That afternoon had ended with them around the dining table, Lister doodling as he detailed exactly how he would emerge from a futuristic goo pod in the video, pulled out by his own hand.
It’s a metaphor for helping yourself, yeah? Growing and fostering a part of you, the best parts of you, remaking yourself.
It became a bit of a routine, Jimmy or Rowan coming home from some sort of errand or press thing or trip and Lister bounding up like an excited dog to tell them the newest gossip. That’s what Jimmy expected when he came back from an (honestly exhausting) meeting with their agent and Cecily about “getting back on track”. Instead, an empty, quiet living room greeted him instead. Instantly, anxiety spiked through Jimmy’s body. Did someone break in? Did Lister relapse and go out somewhere? His hand moved towards his pocket, before remembering that his knife, grandad’s knife, is locked away under his bed after Kent. It was supposed to be safer that way, but now Jimmy can feel the panic rising in his throat and all he wants is the weight of the knife in his hands. A small noise – a sob? – made Jimmy’s head whip around, and before he knew it, he was sprinting towards Lister’s room. The noises grew louder – definitely from Lister’s room, then – and he threw open the door, ready to find Lister being tortured to death by some terrible intruder.
Instead, he found Lister lying in a rumpled pile of clothes on the floor, headphones on and crying, one handful of laundry clutched to his chest. He startled at the intrusion, hand curling tighter in the wad of fabric, before registering that it was just Jimmy.
“Jimmy, what the fuck, why’d you bust down my door?” Lister pulled a pair of pants up around his chest as if to cover himself, despite being completely clothed.
“The house was empty. Then I heard you crying and–” Jimmy paused, really taking the situation in as the fear-fueled adrenaline started to fade. “What are you doing?”
“ Me time. ” Lister replied, sniffing indignantly.
“In a pile of laundry?”
“Well, I was listening to that 5 Seconds of Summer album, then I started getting sad, so that felt like floor time, you know? Then it was kind of uncomfortable so I started making a pile, so I rounded up some laundry, genius move on my part, and then you barged in on me– very rudely, I may add.” Lister shifted slightly, and Jimmy noticed one of his own black hoodies nestled in the clothing mountain.
“You run out of your own?” It was meant to be a joke, but Jimmy could see his drummer flush, eyes darting to the hoodie.
“I dunno. It must have gotten mixed in or something.” Absolutely untrue, considering Jimmy had been wearing that hoodie literally yesterday. Still, he decided to ignore that, sinking down to sit cross legged on the bedroom floor.
“I’m just glad you’re not dead.” Without the nervous energy powering him, exhaustion rolled through Jimmy’s body. “What song made you cry?”
“Best Years. They’re Ark-coded forreal.”
“How can they be Ark-coded, they’re literally a different band of different people.”
“They’re Ark-coded because I’m in the Ark and it’s relatable.” Lister huffed, pulling the laundry back over himself. Jimmy laughed slightly, realizing on the inhale that Lister’s room smelled sweeter than usual.
“Did you light a candle in here?”
“Huh? No, do I need to?”
“No it’s just….I dunno, it smells different.” Then it hit him. Years of health classes that always felt just a little bit uncomfortable, not only as a trans guy, but as a beta having to hear information about alpha and omega reproductive cycles. These were signs of a heat.
“Wait, Lister, are you not on suppressants?” Lister stared at him blankly, as if not understanding the question.
“What are you talking about? You my doctor or something?”
“ Allister. You’re in pre-heat.”
Lister straight-up laughed.
“Jimmy, I haven’t had a heat since, like 3 years ago. Industry grade suppressants, yeah? Hell, I’m pretty sure they’re putting extra in my food or something to keep me from missing work.” He shrugged. “Not like my heats were consistent before the band either.”
“Lister, I’m serious.” Jimmy leaned in slightly, trying to catch the scent more clearly. It was similar to Lister’s normal scent – ozone, fresh grass, but with a distinctly sweeter undertone. Closer to a clover scent, mellower and brighter, but not cloying. “Maybe your body was stressed out from touring or the surgery or something and this is some kind of breakthrough heat?”
“Touring, partying, general poor nutrition, yeah.” Lister blinked, as if the realization just hit him. “Aw, bollocks. I feel like my doc said something about this, restoring my body’s balance or something. Is this whole ‘getting clean’ thing making my heats come back?” He stared down at the pile of clothes, eyebrows knitting together. “Well now the laundry thing makes sense.”
“This is nesting, right? Like stage one, trying to make it comfortable?”
“Fuck if I know, omega health class was mostly ‘ don’t get pregnant, you’ll die ’, and I didn’t really get heats during the years they usually ramp up, ya’know?.”
“Okay, let me google it.” Jimmy held up a hand, signaling for Lister to wait, as if he was going to go somewhere. The wikipedia entry for Omega Heats contained way more technical information than he needed, and Jimmy skipped to the 'typical signs and symptoms' section which, thankfully, contained a numbered list.
"1. Pre-heat. Healthy omegas will exhibit signs of an upcoming heat with various behaviors meant to indicate to a mate that they will need to be cared for. Signals may include nesting (the accumulation of soft and comfortingly-scented items to surround themself with), heightened emotional and physical sensitivity, stronger scent, and increased body temperature." Jimmy reached out, touching Lister's arm to gauge if he was running a fever. Lister shivered as their skin brushed, eyes closing. Jimmy twitched away, worrying he'd upset his friend, but Lister reached out, pressing the hand back to his arm, skin hot under his fingers. “Check.” Lister shut his eyes, his own warm hand still resting on Jimmy’s cold one.
“2. Heat begins. Omegas will feel comforted by physical touch more acutely than normal.” He looked down at the contact Lister was insistent on. “Check.” Lister opened his eyes slightly, vaguely focusing on his friend. “The, uh, libido is heightened–” Jimmy flushed slightly, feeling a bit awkward, establishing that Lister is probably going to be horny as hell, if he wasn’t already. “–and the omega will start producing slick in preparation for a knot.”
“ Check. ” Lister’s voice was lower than usual, and there was something behind it that Jimmy couldn't quite place. The blushing in his face intensified as he kept reading, avoiding meeting Lister’s eyes.
“3. Full heat. During the course of multiple waves, lasting 1-3 days, the omega will attempt to satiate themselves, either individually or with a partner. Knotting or simulated knotting tends to resolve a ‘wave’ of heat, giving the omega and/or their partner time to recover in between, during which omegas are encouraged to eat and rehydrate. A–” Jimmy choked as he read the next line, feeling almost as hot as Lister. “A successful breeding will resolve the heat completely.” Jimmy’s eyes flickered down to his friend, who looked at him with a hunger Jimmy had never seen. His breath hitched, and he broke eye contact as fast as he could, overwhelmed. He’d been in a grey area with Lister since the drummer confessed his crush in Kent, but surely he had someone better for these sorts of situations, an alpha fuckbuddy, maybe.
“Should I call someone for you? Or like leave you alone or–”
“ No. ” Lister’s tone was insistent, a little scared as he clutched Jimmy’s arm closer. “Please don’t leave.” Tentatively, Jimmy rested his free hand over his friend’s.
“Lister, I can’t help. I’m a beta, remember? A transgender beta, I can’t give you what you want.”
“ Jim.” Lister looked at him almost offendedly. “What the fuck are you talking about? You’re exactly what I want.”
“Oh.” Jimmy could feel the heat in his face, knowing he was bright red. “But I can’t, like, knot you.” Lister genuinely rolled his eyes at that.
“Jimmy. Do you think that’s the only way omegas can get off? How archaic of you.” The drummer rolled over, getting in range of his dresser and pulling open a drawer. “I have stuff for that.” Sandy blonde hair, getting shaggy, fell in his face as he fumbled around, looking for something specific, before freezing. “Wait.” Large blue eyes met Jimmy’s dark ones, full of concern. “Unless you don’t want to stay? I don’t want to force you.” It was sweet, the way that Lister’s still thinking of him, even during this. And honestly, yes, he did want this, more than he’s willing to admit to himself.
“I’ll stay, if you want me.”
“ I want you. ” The admission is quiet, needy, and it pulled at the pit of Jimmy’s stomach. Gently, Jimmy reached over, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Lister’s eyes. He leaned in, and their lips met, soft and sweet before Lister moved closer, wrapping an arm around Jimmy and utterly losing himself in the kiss. They both ended up in the pile of laundry, Lister arching his back and trying to get every inch of his body to connect with the smaller man’s. Jimmy nipped at his lip slightly, pulling back and positioning himself solidly over Lister.
“What stuff do you like? What’s off-limits?” He didn’t move, not wanting to distract Lister from this rather important question.
“Ah, anything–” Lister paused, seeing Jimmy’s frown at that response. “Or. Well. I’m not a fan of like, ‘daddy’ stuff. Or being held down by the neck.” Jimmy nodded, encouraging him to go on. “And I like praise. And feeling…owned, I guess.” Lister’s face went red. “And you?”
“I have a hard limit on things going in me.” Jimmy’s tone didn’t leave room for negotiation, with undertones that read like he expected pushback. “And I don’t want to be called ‘alpha’ or anything. I’m your beta. I’m Jimmy. I don’t wanna pretend to be someone else.”
“That’s perfect.” Lister smiled softly. “I don’t want you to be anyone else.” Jimmy smiled back, leaning down to kiss the drummer again. A hand ended up tangled in Lister’s hair, pulling slightly until his neck was exposed, and Jimmy trailed kisses down his cheek to his throat, nipping slightly at the bonding gland, enough to release a wave of endorphins. Lister moaned, hips rocking up to meet Jimmy’s, and the singer met them, rolling his own hips down with maddening friction. Jimmy kept kissing downwards, tugging Lister’s shirt over his head when they disrupted the path of his lips, tongue teasing a nipple, feeling it harden under the attention. Warm fingers traced down Lister’s side, caressing with the utmost care until they dipped down to the waistband of his jeans, dancing at the edge of slipping under. His cock tented the front of the tight pants, trapped cruelly behind uncaring denim. Jimmy could see the evidence of Lister’s heat-spurred wetness soaking through the fabric.
“God, you're eager, aren’t you? Ready and perfect.” The dirty talk managed to slip out without Jimmy even processing it, and the way Lister’s eyes went content and glassy in response was great encouragement. The drummer’s hips twitched up, providing more of that delicious friction. Dipping fingers lower, Jimmy traced the outline of the omega's cock under the strained fabric. Lister made a strangled little moan.
“ Yes. More of that, please.” Lister’s voice was almost desperate as he pushed up into Jimmy’s touch. Jimmy grinned, palming his cock more firmly and relishing the gasp it drew from Lister’s lips. Chasing the sound, Jimmy kissed his drummer again, nipping at his lips as he teased him through his jeans. Lister’s voice crescendoed as Jimmy snapped the top button open, fingers starting to touch bare skin. Jimmy dragged the zipper down, releasing pressure from Lister’s cock. He broke the kiss, making Lister whimper before he began kissing back down his friend’s body, pulling his pants and boxers down as he went. His mouth teased down Lister’s happy trail before pausing at his thigh. Electricity ran through him as he flicked his eyes up to see Lister watching him, eyes half-lidded.
“Can I eat you out?” Jimmy’s voice sounded husky to his own ears, low in a way that sparked something fantastic in his brain. Lister nodded enthusiastically, reaching down to thread his fingers through Jimmy’s hair. With that, Jimmy resumed his path downwards, mouthing teasingly at Lister’s cock, making him shudder, before dipping downwards to his hole. Slick dripped steadily as it clenched around nothing, and Jimmy’s patience for teasing ran out as he dove in, tongue coaxing his drummer open. Lister threw his head back against the bed, fist clenching in Jimmy’s hair, holding him closer.
“ Fuck.”
Flexing his tongue in and out, Jimmy dragged moan after moan out of Lister, lasting the way his slick gushed as the frontman hit a sweet spot. Letting his fingers trail up Lister’s thigh, keeping him aware of where they were going, Jimmy wrapped a free hand around his friend’s cock. Lister’s hips stuttered up, and the salty sweetness of slick coated his tongue.
“ Please, please, please.” Lister begged, and Jimmy jerked his cock in motion with the movement of his mouth, and it took less than a minute before the beta felt every muscle in the body underneath him tense, slick in his mouth and cum coating his hand. Carefully, Jimmy pulled back, finally getting to admire the absolutely wrecked Allister Bird below him.
“Good?”
“ Fucking fantastic. ” Lister sighed, body relaxed and loose. “Holy shit, if heats are this good I’ve been missing out.” Jimmy snorted, wiping his hand on one of the bunched up shirts in the nest.
“If that’s what gets you into a healthy cycle, sure.” He softened slightly, taking in the look of contentment washing over his friend. “Do you want me here for the next round, too, or are you good?”
“I mean, if you’re offering, I will absolutely not turn down you continuing to bang my brains out.” Lister laughed before pausing. “Unless that was weird for you?”
“Allister, it was fun and I enjoyed it, stop second guessing.” Jimmy rolled his eyes, flopping down to cuddle up against Lister’s side. “Not any weirder than anything else we’ve done in our lives.” A calloused hand threaded through Jimmy’s hair, and they laid sweaty and satisfied in the pile of laundry. Tinny, faraway music spilled from Lister’s discarded headphones, providing a soundtrack to the moment of peace. The slow, steady beat of Lister’s heart seemed to work in tandem with the music, creating something new. Idly, words from the wikipedia article floated through his mind.
“You hungry?”
Jimmy took the rumble of Lister’s stomach as a resounding yes.
Jimmy had thought it might be awkward, might have changed something, but Lister hopped up on the counter and lounged while Jimmy made tea, just like always. The drummer hummed a tune, tapped out a little beat, keeping silence from taking over their kitchen. It’s a small thing Jimmy appreciated, especially when every little silence could sometimes blow up into a fit of paranoia. Some quiet nights amplified every creak into an intruder, distorted a whistling wind into screams. Hearing Lister create a little ditty was familiar, comforting. The bright spring of Lister’s scent was a new layer to a well-worn moment, a reminder that they weren’t out of the woods yet. Jimmy brought the two mugs over to Lister, placing them carefully on the counter before slotting between his friend’s legs. From his perch on the counter, Lister was probably a foot taller than Jimmy, and he used that leverage to pull Jimmy closer, one hand threading in his hair. They looked at each other for a moment, both seemingly trying to gauge if this was okay. Lister took the initiative, closing the distance between them with a soft kiss. Jimmy was sure his mouth still tasted like slick, but Lister clearly didn’t mind, melting against the shorter man. The kiss was sweet, unhurried, simply a chance to savor each other like making out was the appetizer to their meal. Lister’s eyes were hooded when Jimmy pulled away, pressing the mug of now not-as-hot tea into the omega’s hands.
“You’ll need sustenance, yeah?” Jimmy reached over on the counter, pulling a tin of biscuits within easy snacking distance. A perfectly balanced meal, clearly.
“If I don’t want to keel over, probably.” Lister grinned, pulling out a shortbread and dunking it soggy. Jimmy kept his own biscuits dry, and they snacked comfortably, with Jimmy giving a rundown on how the meeting went and Lister recapping the latest episode of the Bachelor. It took about half an hour before Jimmy started noticing sweat start to bead on Lister’s skin, mug largely forgotten.
“Round 2?”
“Yeah, just let me get some stuff fixed first.” Lister slid off the counter, grabbing Jimmy’s hand as he led the pair back to his room. At the threshold, he dropped his hold, beelining it to the bed and beginning to rearrange blankets and pillows. It struck Jimmy that Lister had made his first nest on the floor with largely dirty laundry, and he ducked into his own room to grab actual bedding. It’s domestic, in a way. There’s something satisfying in a bone-deep way about providing for someone in heat, and Jimmy could imagine why alphas seemed to get so crazy for it. As he pulled the perfect blanket off his bed, something soft and warm and sky blue in a way that matched Lister’s eyes, it really clicked. Fuck. This is shit that mates do. Not friend mates, mate mates. Yeah, people had heat and rut buddies, but helping an omega build a nest? That was way more intimate. Anxiety started to creep in, the everpresent second-guessing that Jimmy was far too accustomed to, and the blanket in his hand felt ten times heavier. His eyes focused and unfocused on the fabric, wondering if this was ruining their friendship, if this was overstepping a boundary, if Lister would hate him once he wasn’t in heat, if–
“Jimmy?” Lister’s voice sounded from the door, warm and relaxed. “I think I got it right, just needs– hey, you alright?”
You alright might be the absolute worst thing to hear when you are not, in fact, alright.
“Yeah, just–” Jimmy looked down at his hands, the thousand pound blanked clutched in balled fists. Lister’s eyes snapped to it, and before Jimmy could drop it, could play it off, the drummer broke out in a huge grin.
“Oh fuck yes, that’s perfect. Can I use that?” He pointed to the blanket, and the tension in Jimmy’s shoulders eased.
“Yeah, Lis, go for it.” Jimmy held out the blanket, watching as Lister took it almost reverently, placing his cheek against the fabric before hauling it to his room. Jimmy trailed behind him, watching as his friend expertly wove the blanket into his now quite impressive nest. The nest looked soft, cozy, and, in proper Lister fashion, extremely messy. Jimmy could feel Lister’s eyes on him, expectant, and he shot his friend a solid “thumbs up” of approval. Maybe not the most suave, but he could see Lister’s cheeks redden all the same. The scent of heat seemed to heighten, springtime and warmth, and Jimmy felt the sudden urge to sink his teeth into something.
“Woah.” Jimmy knew heats were intense, but honestly, being a beta, he had never expected to get so affected . “Time to get started?”
“ Please.” Lister’s voice was breathy, and Jimmy took the chance to step closer, ghosting his fingers over the omega’s overheated skin.
“What do you want?” Jimmy murmured, keeping enough distance to watch Lister’s face closely, the way his eyes fluttered shut for a second as Jimmy’s thumb skimmed his hip.
“You. In me. Please.” The omega’s hips twitched slightly, as if trying to get closer to his partner. A spark of panic bloomed in Jimmy’s gut for a second, the little voice saying you can’t give him what he needs. Pressure on his wrist pulled him out of the thought, Lister guiding his hand up. Lips circled his fingers, a pliant wet heat that pooled something low in his gut, as Lister sucked him, a small hum spilling from the omega’s throat.
“God that’s hot.” Jimmy saw the praise wash over Lister, the way his tongue moved in earnest, teasing the tips of his fingers, sinking them down deeper into his mouth. Taking the Lord’s name in vain without thinking just added to the depravity, and Jimmy’s finger twitched. The movement made Lister moan, re-doubling his efforts. Jimmy went with it, carefully fingerfucking the omega’s mouth before pulling out, fingers warm and wet, Lister’s eyes glassy. The smell of fresh slick hit his nose, bright and undeniably sexy. He let his hand trail down Lister’s body, marking him up with spit before tracing the waistband of Lister’s boxer’s. Lister’s hips rolled, like that could get Jimmy in him any faster. Jimmy grinned, closing the distance and kissing his friend as his fingers dipped lower, cupping Lister’s hard cock, grip light enough to tease. Lister whined into the kiss, grinding forward, chasing the sensation. Not giving him the satisfaction, Jimmy let his hand move back with the movement, kissing Lister deeper, drinking up the little noise of frustration that spilled from him until Jimmy traced lower, lower, then–
“ Oh.” Lister gasped as Jimmy dipped a spit-slicked finger into his hole. It was so fucking wet, so easy to slide a finger in, Jimmy savored the way Lister clenched around him. Slowly, he moved the finger in and out, curling until he heard Lister keen , pressing even closer against the beta.
“Another?” Jimmy murmured against Lister’s neck, and the ensuing yes was so fucked-out already that Jimmy wondered just how many orgasms he could go for in one session. Intellectual curiosity, of course. He slipped another finger in slowly, relishing how it felt like Lister was trying to suck him in, to get every inch inside of him. Jimmy spread his fingers slightly as they bottomed out, Lister groaning with the gradual stretch, a gush of slick coating the digits. He maneuvered, hitting that sweet spot, thrusting and curling and teasing the tip of a third finger in until he could feel the omega shaking, legs about to give out. Jimmy let his other hand move around to the small of Lister’s back, supporting the omega as he pushed in and stretched , and Lister came hard, panting and leaning against his friend. Slowly, giving Lister a chance to recover, he pulled his fingers out, wiping them against Lister’s slick-soaked boxers.
“To the nest?”
Lister nodded, pretty much flopping back into the circle of blankets and clothes on the bed before reaching down and tugging off his underwear, throwing them somewhere in the corner. Jimmy laughed softly, slotting in against him. Untouched, Lister’s cock was still hard, albeit leaking precum like a faucet. Jimmy wanted it in his mouth. Yesterday.
“Can I?” He gestured downwards, demure as if he hadn’t been fingerblasting Lister into next Tuesday a second ago.
“I might go insane if you don’t.” Lister mumbled, resting his arm across his eyes quite dramatically. Jimmy snorted, but shifted downwards, taking Lister’s cock in his hand. Like most omegas, it wasn’t huge, but it was solid, prettily pink at the tip, nestled in neatly groomed blonde curls. Delicately, he kissed the tip, just barely letting his lips graze skin. Lister hissed out a breath but kept his hips from canting upwards. On his next pass, Jimmy let his mouth fall open, enveloping the head in his own heat, licking at the slit just like Lister had teased at his fingers. This time, Lister wasn’t as self-controlled, hips stuttering up and sending his cock deeper. Jimmy let him, sinking down lower until Lister’s entire cock was covered in the slick suction of his mouth and reveling in the deep moan it drew from him. He hummed, starting to move up and down.
“ Fuck, Jim.” Lister clutched at the side of the nest like a lifeline, eyes falling shut. “I–” Jimmy watched as a shiver ran down the omega’s spine, and he tapped at the beta’s shoulder. Jimmy pulled off, keeping one hand on Lister’s thigh.
“Yeah? Too much?”
“No, perfect.” Lister panted, eyes still closed. “But I need you to rail me now.” Jimmy blinked.
“How? Beta, remember?” Lister waved a hand, trying to formulate words through the haze of heat.
“Bedside drawer. Knotting dildo. Think there’s a harness, too.” Jimmy raised an eyebrow, but complied, opening the drawer. A number of sex toys sat in a clear box, as well as some condoms, lube, and a leather sling with an O-ring in front. “A boy has to keep himself occupied, yeah?” Lister laughed breathily, watching as Jimmy pulled out a nutmeg colored silicone cock with an inflatable pump. He tested it, watching as the base of the toy inflated and deflated with presses of two small buttons on the pump. Satisfied, he slipped into the harness and wrangled the dildo into the ring, sighing as the base ground up against his own stiff cock. Lister laid back against the nest, legs falling open, and Jimmy swore as he watched the omega’s hole clench down around nothing, dick still twitching against his belly. Jimmy grabbed the lube, even though he could see slick dripping steadily out of Lister. He warmed the synthetic slick, rubbing it up and down the cock, shivering as he watched himself stroke. It was fucking hot, the weight of it in his hand, the way the movement pressing against his own body made the sensation feel like it was an extension of himself. Lister’s half-lidded eyes met his own, and he leaned in for a kiss, letting the dildo slide against the omega’s cock. Lister moaned, grinding up into the movement, nipping at Jimmy’s lips impatiently. Jimmy laughed as he pulled away, getting in position to line himself up between Lister’s legs. Slowly, carefully, he pushed the tip of his silicone cock into Lister’s willing body.
“ Fuck. ” Lister’s head fell back, exposing his throat, and Jimmy took full advantage, licking and sucking as he slid deeper into the omega. The urge to sink his teeth in, to claim, to show everyone just how satisfied his omega was ran through Jimmy’s brain. He nipped over Lister’s scent gland, teasing, but not biting down, and Jimmy could feel Lister’s entire body react, hole tightening, arms pulling him closer, and a deep, visceral moan escaping his body. This close, he could even feel Lister’s cock twitch as he came untouched, cum painting both of their stomachs as Jimmy rolled his hips, pressing deeper.
“Keep going, please.” Lister murmured, and Jimmy obliged, thrusting in and cataloging every single spot that made his omega moan and grip his back harder, nails marking him in return. The press to get closer, the movement against his cock, had Jimmy moaning into a sloppy kiss, faster and rougher than before. Slick sounds of a cock driving through wetness felt obscene, felt amazing as he heard exactly how turned on he was making his partner, his Lister.
“Jimmy, please.” Lister threaded a hand into Jimmy’s hair, pulling him back to the omega’s neck.
“You sure?” Jimmy licked up his skin, kissing, trying to get every inch of Lister’s essence into his mouth.
“Bite me. Knot me. Jimmy, beta , please. ” And fuck if that didn’t hit harder than anything else. Lister seeing him, fully, and wanting him. Jimmy let his teeth sink in, grinding his hips forward and pressing the button on the pump. He could hear as the knot on the dildo expanded, locking them into place, although it was almost drowned out by the sheer volume of Lister’s moan as he came again, cock spurting weakly and slick dripping around the edges of the knot. It might have been the hottest thing Jimmy had ever seen. All it took was one firm grind against the base of the dildo, one that had Lister gasping, and he was cumming too, bone-deep and satisfying in a way that he hadn’t felt in ages. Exhausted, he let himself flop on top of Lister, head resting against the omega’s chest.
“Wow.” Jimmy didn’t think he could muster anything more eloquent, every single vocabulary word from primary onwards flying out of his brain.
“Wow.” Lister agreed, arms coming up to encircle the beta. “That was intense.”
“Decent?” Jimmy mumbled against Lister, ready for a nap.
“More than decent.” Lister snorted. “Makes me wonder why the hell I was on suppressants, actually.”
“Contract.” Jimmy shrugged, snuggling closer.
“Although I, uh, might need to ask you to get out of the harness.” Lister nudged Jimmy slightly, gesturing to the not-exactly-comfortable angle they were tied at.
“Shit, sorry. Do you want me to deflate it?” Jimmy reached back to start undoing the straps on the harness, letting the dildo sink into a more natural angle.
“No.” Lister hummed, face going a bit pink. “The fullness is nice.” Jimmy shrugged, undoing the rest of the harness and letting it fall off his body, the dildo now resting comfortably between Lister’s thighs. “Easier to cuddle this way, anyways.” Something in Jimmy warmed at that.
“You want me to stay and cuddle?” He could feel the vulnerability in his voice, unsure even after spending a heat together.
“Jimmy, listen to me.” Lister took Jimmy’s chin in his hand, guiding the beta to look him directly in the eye. “I would let you do this any day, any time, and cuddle me forever if you wanted. When I said you could bite me…” Lister dropped his hand, breaking their eye contact. “I’d let you claim me, heat or not.”
“Oh.” Jimmy let that sink in. He knew about Lister’s crush, knew Lister was attracted to him, but this. Something in him, internalized transphobia, queerphobia, whatever it was, said he wouldn’t be enough, wouldn’t be mate material for an omega. But he’d just fucked his omega, his friend, through a heat well enough that he was questioning ever skipping heats in the first place. And he wanted Lister. He wanted his scent, wanted his body, wanted his smile in the mornings and his little songs to fill the time as they made tea, wanted his baggage and his vulnerability, wanted their shared history. ‘ Fuck me, I want Allister Bird.’
“I think I’d like that.” Lister’s returning smile could have lit up the dim room, and as their lips pressed together, he let springtime in.