When Matt met his roommate for the first time, he was surprised. The friendly voice that greeted him, was not a Beta’s like he had been told. Though Matt could not blame the people from housing. The blockers were strong and the applied artificial scents excellent so everyone must take Franklin “Foggy” Nelson for a Beta. Well, almost everyone. Matt’s heightened sense of smell picked up on the weak underlying smell, sweet and inviting, which was hidden underneath.
It was not forbidden to hide one’s status. Not that Matt would’ve tattled on Foggy as he understood perfectly well the discrimination an Omega had to expect on a daily basis.
Foggy appeared nice. The greeting was somewhat clumsy, but in a cute way. It did not take long for Matt to like Foggy. He was nice and funny. So his status did not really matter.
It would be fine.
Two months later
It was not fine.
Foggy was in heat. Thanks to the blockers and suppressants, nobody noticed except Matt.
Foggy bravely carried on, studying the law like nothing was different. He probably thought Matt did not notice he ate less and went to bed early.
He also did not know Matt could smell it on him. How it tortured Matt to be so close without being allowed to bury his nose (or his teeth) in Foggy’s neck.
The blockers somehow made it worse. Foggy did not emanate a full blown heat smell but a subtle hint of it. It was teasing Matt, challenging him, daring him to chase, to catch, to claim.
But Matt respected Foggy too much to take advantage like that. He hadn’t known Foggy for long now, but he cared about him. Unfortunately, he was not the only one. All those scent blockers and suppressants would not help keeping Alphas away if Foggy wouldn’t stop being so adorable.
Marci’d been around Foggy all week. This morning before class, she had ruffled his hair, fucking touched Matt’s… well, she had touched Foggy! Judging by the heat, emanating from Foggy’s cheeks, she was still eyeing him from the other side of the lecture hall. Fighting back the low growl, Matt sidled a little closer to Foggy. A swish of hair indicated that Foggy had noticed and turned to Matt.
“You okay?”
“Sorry, bit cold in here,” Matt said with a smile. “And you’re warm.”
“So glad I can fulfill my lifelong dream of being a human-shaped pocket oven,” Foggy chuckled. “Please, don’t try putting me in your pocket though.”
Despite the jokes, Foggy appeared flattered. Satisfied, Matt noted that he could make those cheeks heat up, too.
At the end of the lecture, the rustling of paper suggested Professor Miller took a list in hand.
“Some organizational stuff before I set you free,” he said in good humor. “Mr. Nelson still needs a partner for the current project. I see Ms Stahl…”
“Mr Nelson is my partner,” Matt said before he could stop himself.
“Oh?” Surprise and confusion lay in Miller’s tone. “Didn’t you ask to sit this one out, Mr. Murdock? You can certainly afford it and…”
“I changed my mind.”
“Alright,” Miller said. “Nelson and Murdock it is - you make a great team after all. Ms Stahl, Ms Clover is still free. Will this work?”
“Sure,” Mindy Clover said.
“Of course, Professor,” Marci agreed sweetly, but Matt could feel her icy glare on him.
When they left the hall, Foggy offered his elbow.
“I thought you were swamped,” he said. “That’s why you asked Miller if you could skip this.”
“Oh, I sorted my stuff and it’s not that bad,” Matt said. “And I thought, I could help.”
Foggy tensed. Matt knew immediately that had been the wrong thing to say.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Foggy asked. “You think I can’t do this without you?”
“What? No!”
“When we worked together, I alway did my part! I’m a pretty good student myself!”
“I… I know,” Matt hurried to say. “You’re not just good, you… you’re brilliant. I… I meant, we’ll be faster if we work together and then you got your head free when you visit your parents next weekend.”
“Oh. Right. Thanks.” Foggy relaxed. Sheepishly, he added after a while, “Sorry for snapping at you, Matty. People often underestimated me and belittled my skills because I’m a…” he stopped and cleared his throat, “erm… because I’m just a chubby butcher’s son. So I’m a bit touchy. Sorry, I assumed you were like this, too.”
“It’s fine,” Matt said. “I could have worded that better.”
I don’t underestimate you. I just want you all for myself.
Matt scolded himself. These weren’t appropiate thoughts to have over one’s roommate and friend.
But Matt could keep it together. After all, this was the first of Foggy’s heat he’d witnessed. He hadn’t had much time to adjust yet. The more Foggy was Foggy the friend to him, the less of Foggy the Omega Matt would even notice.
It would get better.
Half a year later
This was even worse.
According to his plan, Matt had spent a lot of time with Foggy to befriend him. It had worked. A little too well.
Matt adored Foggy. Foggy was friendly but not a pushover. He was funny, smart and caring. To Matt, who hadn’t known a home for years, he became home. Despite being an Alpha, Matt never had felt the urge to form a pack. Until Foggy. Matt wanted to make him his, to feed him, protect him and shield him from the cruel world. These protective urges and of course his ever present lowkey arousal were kept in check with excessive and exhausting training sessions at the gym. However, when Foggy’s heat was approaching, this was no option. Matt’s instincts did not allow him to be away from Foggy too long. There were a lot of potential rivals at Columbia. Especially Marci Fucking Stahl. She couldn’t take a hint. Well, not that Foggy had given her any hints to keep away from him, but Matt had. She just didn’t care.
In short, Matt was very busy, chasing away rivals, taking care of Foggy and protecting him - without letting Foggy know.
*
“Dude, I get being messy. I know I’m not the tidiest person either. But you can’t throw all your sweaters on my bed. It’s so many, my bed smells like you already!”
That’s the point, Omega. That means you smell like me which will keep those unworthy bastards of other Alphas away. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t notice it’s so many,” Matt lied and smiled innocently, “Downside of being blind, I guess.”
“It’s… it’s okay,” Foggy said. “I’ll just… put them in your wardrobe.”
“Thanks, Foggy, that would be great.” I’ll just lie in your bed every chance I get then.
*
Exasperated, Foggy grumbled into the open refrigerator. “Matt, if you want to store food for the whole winter that’s your business. But you filled my half of the fridge, too! I need beer space, man!”
Beer is not food, Omega! Someone needs to make sure you eat properly. “Sorry, Foggy, but I wanted to be prepared for the snowstorm they predicted and I… might have overdone it.” And it’s not that you can stay mad at me.
“God, Matt! That puppy face will be the death of me. Alright, I guess if we store the beer near the window, it’ll be cold enough.”
*
Confused, Foggy held up the new coat. “What do you mean you bought the wrong size? Didn’t you try it on?”
“I was in a hurry and the lady said it’s my size.” Matt shrugged.
“Well, then we bring it back! Lying to a blind man and taking his money! I’ll give them a piece of my…”
“Why don’t you try it on?” Matt interrupted. After all, it’s much warmer and better than the old thing you refuse to replace. Can’t have you freezing out there, Omega.
“What? Why? Matt, stop that…” Foggy tried to fight Matt and the coat off, “what is…ohhh, oh, okay it’s warm and soft… but…”
“Just keep it then,” Matt said. “I’ll get myself one another time.”
“Al… alright… what do I owe you?”
“Lost the receipt, but it was on sale so don’t worry.”
*
Day by day, it became harder to fight it. So far Foggy noticed that Matt was being weird, but luckily he did not seem to suspect the reason.
It was not that Matt could explain. If he was to tell Foggy that all those undoubtedly expensive blockers and suppressants were for naught when it came to Matt, he would have to share his secret.
And then what? Could Matt really expect Foggy to keep a freak like Matt around? Or would Matt lose Foggy? No! This was a risk Matt could and would not take. Never.
Years later
Matt was in pain. Never before had he come so close to death like in his encounter with Nobu. The strength and speed of this ninja seemed almost inhuman in hindsight. But the bleeding cuts, the sprained, maybe broken bones, were not his biggest concern.
The smell of salt filled the air. Foggy was crying. His body shook, his voice was weak. Matt’s best friend stood there, knocked off his feet by an old secret. It made him question everything, each single word Matt had ever spoken. Foggy even doubted Matt cared about him.
Which was indisputably the worst pain Matt has ever felt. And it made him angry. Silly Omega. He must know that Matt would do everything for him. Keeping this secret was one of those things.
“Foggy, this… this isn’t an easy thing to tell someone,” Matt tried to explain. “Do you never feel the need to keep things from me?”
“Not things like that!”
“Really?” Matt couldn’t stop himself. “There is nothing big about yourself you ever hid from me? Until this day?”
Foggy fell silent. At first, he appeared to be just mulling Matt’s words over. A tiny gasp told Matt the exact moment in which Foggy realized.
“You know?” he whispered.
“Yes.” Matt nodded. “Knew it immediately.”
“Well, that is one delusion I can scratch,” Foggy mumbled.
Matt furrowed his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing,” Foggy hurried to say. “But I think we can agree that me, protecting myself from discrimination is not the same as hiding your superpowers so you can play vigilante every night!”
“What?” Despite the pain, Matt sat up. “How do you need protection from discrimination against me? When have I…”
“Come on, Matt!” Foggy exclaimed. “I learnt your little secret just now and I can already think of five situations in which you behaved very strangely which suddenly start to make a lot of sense. So don’t tell me you wouldn’t have treated me differently! Because you did.”
“You didn’t even know why!”
“Now I do!”
They didn't find a solution that night. Foggy left and Matt almost lost his mind. The thought of Foggy, his partner, best friend, his love all alone out there, distressed, sad and helpless. The latter was not really true of course, but the Alpha in Matt was convinced it was. But worst of all was the very real chance Matt had lost Foggy forever.
*
Matt had not lost Foggy. They talked about their new path when Foggy visited Matt at the gym. It had taken Foggy only a few days to return and try to fix things. Something triumphant roared in Matt at this, something he did not dare to think about.
“You missed the funeral.” Matt wiped the sweat from his face.
“Karen upset?”
“Told her it’s my fault,” Matt said with a shrug.
“Well, it’s not,” Foggy said. “Marci had a lead and it could not wait.”
“Marci?” Matt did not mean to sound so harsh, but he could not help the full force of a jealous Alpha clinging to his voice.
To his dismay and delight, Foggy was not unaffected. He took a step back, drew in a shocked breath and a light twitch of his head indicated that he almost bared his throat. Almost.
“Erm, yes.” Foggy nodded. “She helps me find stuff on Fisk.”
Matt’s nostrils flared. Of course, he had noticed the smell of Alpha on Foggy, but it was not unusual. In his work life, Foggy met a lot of them. However, filtering out his own sweat, Foggy’s sweet and subtle Omega scent and the gym’s very own odor, there was that specific, particularly annoying, Stahl note on Foggy.
Snarling, Matt stepped into Foggy’s space. He had just enough time to make up a bullshit excuse for being angry before snapping at Foggy.
“I told you that I’m being secretive to protect you,” he hissed. “Something I already failed at. I dragged you and Karen into this and now you drag Marci into it.”
It was hardly believable that Matt Murdock was worried for Marci Stahl. Still, Foggy could have pretended instead of snorting and then laughing out loud. His interpretation, however, was wrong.
“Oh, come on,” he said. “Marci is smart and resourceful.” Matt did not like Foggy complementing Marci at all but he suppressed the jealous growl as Foggy went on, “You don’t want to protect her, you want to do your hero thing all alone. But that is not on the table. If we…”
“We? I thought we were over.”
“Well, last night I thought that, too,” Foggy said. “But I don’t want it to be. I can’t lose you.” He sighed. “As I was saying, if we want to carry on, we do so as a team. You are our brave warrior and Karen is the brains of our operation.”
Matt couldn’t help but smile. “I always thought you were the brains.”
“Karen kicked me off that position when she appeared,” Foggy said. “Thank God for my rugged good looks so I can play the part of the charmer.”
“Yes, that should work nicely,” Matt said with a smile.
The next day, Matt convinced Karen and Foggy that it would be better if Karen worked with Marci since it might raise suspicions if Marci hung out with a former colleague too often. Foggy did not see it, but since Karen, after Matt elbowed her lightly, agreed, Foggy shrugged and gave in.
*
“I’m glad I fished it out of the trash,” Karen said, sounding very smug.
“Yes, I’m too,” Foggy said a little sheepishly. After all, it had been him to throw the “Nelson & Murdock” sign there when he was angry with Matt.
Matt, who was running his fingers across the letters, smiled. “One day we’ll make it bigger.”
“Alphas,” Foggy mocked good-naturedly. “It’s always about the size with you guys and gals.”
Laughing, Matt threw his head back. “I guess you got me.”
“So,” Foggy said. “Celebration? I got a bottle of half-decent champagne in the office. The refrigerator died so it’s probably not really cold, but…”
“Sounds great,” Matt said.
“Ah, sorry,” Karen said, blushing a bit. “As much as I love luke-warm champagne, I promised Marci to help her find a new job.”
“Did you now?” Foggy asked slyly.
“Yes, I did,” Karen answered. “Whatever your tone is implying there, it’s what friends do. So I’ll be off.”
“Alright. Have fun.” Foggy grinned.
“Give our regards and thanks to Marci,” Matt said, surprised how genuine his own words were. Since she apparently had taken her eyes off Foggy, Matt felt much more amicably towards Marci.
“Will do.” Karen waved and turned to leave.
Matt’s heart happily skipped a beat when Foggy offered his arm.
“For appearance?” Foggy muttered.
“For appearance.” Matt accepted and they went upstairs.
They got as comfortable as possible at Karen’s desk. Over a glass of room-temperatured champagne, they talked, clearing the air and a path for the future.
“I get why you can’t look - or listen - away when you notice that people are in danger,” Foggy said. “But it hurt, still does, that you lied. I wish you would have trusted me with that.” He paused. “I guess in a way that makes me a hypocrite.”
Matt disagreed. Being honest, it was different. Because Matt’s concerns had been unnecessary. Foggy neither had sold him out nor dropped him after learning his secret. However, Foggy’s worry about Matt’s reaction to Foggy being an Omega had not been completely wrong. Sure, Matt respected him, Matt did not for a second believe that Foggy was less capable, in general or as a lawyer specifically. But to claim that it played no role in Matt’s life whatsoever would be a big fat lie. So Matt admitted to it.
“You were right,” he said. “I did treat you differently from how I would have a Beta. It’s silly but true.”
“Yeah, but it’s not asshole Alpha machismo,” Foggy said with a chuckle and a hint of something Matt could not place. “Just average Alpha protectiveness.”
To postpone answering, Matt took a swig from his glass. Nothing about what Matt felt for Foggy was average and it was time to make that known. So Matt swallowed and cleared his throat.
“It wasn’t just that,” Matt said. “I… I wouldn’t have done those things I did for a Beta roommate, but I also wouldn’t have done it for any other Omega. You’re… special, Foggy. To me. And I…”
“Don’t do that,” Foggy mumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“Please. I don’t need your pity,” Foggy said. “It’s humiliating enough without it.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Come on, Matt,” Foggy sighed. “I gave myself away that night. During our fight. But… it’s fine. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it one.”
“Foggy, I have no idea what you are on about right now.”
Noisefully, Foggy put his glass on the table.
“Fine! I’ll spell it out!” he exclaimed. “I’m in love with you and I always harbored the hope that if one day I’ll tell you I’m an Omega, you might be interested. But you always knew and never were interested. The whole thing slipped the night I found out your secret and now you feel bad for me. You don’t have to. I’ll get over it.”
It took Matt a moment to process. With furrowed brows, he recalled the night in question and finally, he understood.
“Well, that is one delusion I can scratch.”
Back then, Matt had wondered about these words. But in the turmoiled days which had followed, they had slipped from his mind. Now they made sense.
“No, Foggy,” Matt hurried to say. “That’s not what this is about. Until now, I didn't even make the connection.”
“Matt, stop.”
“No, I won’t stop.” Matt was getting pissed. “You will listen to what I have to say.”
“But I don’t want to hear it.” Foggy jumped up. “I said I don’t want your pity and if you can’t respect that…”
Angrily, he stomped towards the door. Matt was on his feet now as well, instincts on fire. This time he failed at holding them in check and he charged. With barely an effort, he beat Foggy to the door, blocking his path. Grabbing Foggy by the lapels of his coat, he growled and walked Foggy back to the reception area.
“You will listen, Omega,” he said, low and dark, using his Alpha voice in full force for the first time.
Matt pushed his stunned partner into his office and kicked the door shut behind them. It was playing dirty. However, Matt could not bring himself to care when Foggy’s heartbeat picked up pace and breath hitched. Under Matt’s assertiveness, Foggy went obediently, his stammered protests half-hearted and hardly credible.
“Shush,” Matt silenced him fully. “For years, you have been driving me crazy and I held back. Because of you I took a rollercoaster ride of emotions between desperate and murderous. So you will listen! Am I understood?”
“Okay,” Foggy answered, voice barely audible for an average person, but Matt heard him loud and clear.
Matt’s expression softened. Cupping Foggy’s cheek, he brought their foreheads together. Deeply, he breathed in the familiar and sweet scent, noting the hint of nervousness in it.
“I want you,” he whispered. “So long and so truly that I can neither remember nor imagine how the world was or would be without it. Without the need to know where you are, what you do, how you feel, whether or not you’re safe.” His right hand left Foggy’s face and slipped into the long soft hair, the left wandered towards his waist. “I have some practice in holding back - as hard as it is. So I could and would let you go if you wouldn’t want me. But now that I know you do? Not a chance, Omega.”
The tone and the form of address, made Foggy shiver in Matt’s arms. Matt could not help the smug grin. His grip on Foggy’s waist tightened and he pulled them flush against each other. Foggy gasped and Matt groaned in response.
“Tell me you’re not mine,” Matt dared him. “Tell me, genuinely, that I’m wrong. Say you don’t want me and I’ll let you go.”
Foggy swallowed, the sound loud in Matt’s ear. Lightly, he lifted his head, probably to look at Matt.
“What if I don’t?” he asked, no less a challenge than Matt’s words.
Matt’s lips twitched in amusement. “If you fail to convince me to let you go,” he said, “prepare for a long night. Because I have a lot of pent up energy. Like, a lot.”
Silence fell. For a second, Matt was scared. Maybe he’d misread and Foggy would ask to let him go. Or maybe Matt hadn’t misread, but his rather blunt approach put Foggy off and Matt had blown his chance. Anxiously, Matt listened into the stillness which probably lasted only a few seconds but seemed to stretch like hours.
“Well,” Foggy said. “I’m not afraid of a big mouth alpha and his excess energy.”
Matt grinned so broadly that it hurt. He pushed Foggy against the desk and followed suit. Pressing their mouths together, he listened to the duett of their hearts and breathed in their combined scents.
“Alright then,” he whispered against Foggy’s lips. “We better lose no more time then.”
*
Maybe Matt shouldn’t enjoy this so much. He couldn’t help it though. Foggy’s desperate moans and pleas as well as his thundering heart and ragged breath were music to Matt’s ears. Sure, it was a bit cruel to chuckle at Foggy’s helpless writhing and the futile attempts to move out of Matt’s firm grip to get some friction on his pulsating cock, somewhere.
But Matt easily held Foggy in place. Surrounded by the pile of their clothes, they were pressed against Matt’s desk, Foggy bent over it, Matt behind him, performing an unnecessarily elaborate preparation. With three fingers inside Foggy, he alternated between shallow trusts and well-aimed brushes against his lover’s prostate. He kept the rhythm unpredictable, having Foggy sob and beg.
“Matt,” Foggy whined. “I was soaking and ready when you pulled down my pants! You only do this to torture me.”
“Now you’re just being paranoid, love,” Matt tutted. “I’m merely making sure you’re well prepared. Like any responsible partner.”
“Ma-ha-att.” Matt’s fingertips against his sweet spot again shut Foggy up.
This was fun. However, Matt was not only teasing Foggy. His own erection, hard and dripping, pressed insistently into the soft flesh of Foggy’s plush ass. It was satisfying to test Foggy’s patience, but Matt’s own was wearing thin.
So Matt withdrew his fingers. Foggy mewled, at the loss and in anticipation. Chuckling, Matt patted Foggy’s left ass cheek. “Turn around, sweetheart.”
Foggy pushed himself up. On shaking legs, he turned to face Matt. Smiling, Matt steadied him and pulled him close. Half a second later, he drew in a sharp breath. Foggy’s fingers circled around Matt’s erection, slowly stroking up and down the shaft. Moaning, Matt threw his head back, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation for a moment. Now and again, Foggy would tease the head of Matt’s cock, spreading the precum to ease his strokes. His fingers tangled in Matt’s hair, pulling him into a kiss.
“You’re good at this,” Matt said, a tiny part of him in jealous pondering where and with whom Foggy had gathered his experiences. Quickly, Matt pushed these thoughts aside. For one, they made him a hypocrite since he could not claim to have led a chaste life. For two, all this no longer mattered. Foggy was here with him now. And Matt would be damned before he ever let him walk away again.
Gently, Matt took Foggy’s hand. Foggy understood and let go of Matt’s manhood, swallowing nervously. With a reassuring smile, Matt brushed their noses together.
“Can I have you now, please?” he asked sweetly, making Foggy giggle.
“I appreciate your polite request, dear sir,” he said.
“Soooo… does it work?”
“Among other things,” Foggy said. “Permission granted.”
That was all Matt needed to hear. He pressed one more kiss to Foggy’s lip, then lifted the omega up and carried him to the office’s emergency sleeping couch. Delighted, Foggy squealed when he was thrown onto the cushions and laughed, “Karen will kill us if we do this here.”
“I’ll die a happy man,” Matt said, pinning Foggy down.
They kissed again. Willingly, Foggy spread his legs, allowing Matt to slip between the soft thighs. Purposeful, Matt lined himself up with Foggy’s entrance, asking one more time, “Alright?”
“Yes, please,” Foggy answered.
Matt entered the tight wet heat in one smooth move. Without any resistance, his cock slid in, up to the hilt. Fully sheathed, he waited for a moment. But an impatient twitch of Foggy’s hips urged him to start moving. All too happy to oblige, Matt set a steady pace. Foggy took Matt perfectly, his body pliant, his scent sweet and inviting.
Foggy’s hands lay on Matt’s back, holding on. His broad legs were slung around the Alpha, feet hooked at the small of his back.
Groaning, Matt dipped down. Between kisses on Foggy’s face and along his jawline, Matt whispered praises and promises. The loving trail Matt left on Foggy’s skin ended in the slope between Foggy’s neck and shoulders. Matt applied tiny sharp bites to the vulnerable spot, soothing them with lips and tongue afterwards.
Nothing had ever felt like this. Never before had Matt known something that could compare to being inside Foggy. Sound, scent and sensation invaded his senses, making the experience of “Foggy” his only point of focus. The silken walls of Foggy’s channel, fluttering and clenching around Matt’s cock, drew him in deeper and closer to completion. Matt was ensouled by the urge to repay Foggy, to please him, just as he pleased Matt.
So Matt bit his lip and tried not to climax, to draw it out. Experimentally, he angled his thrusts, finding just the right way to drive into Foggy. Feeling accomplished, he listened to Foggy scream “yes” and “please” and some incoherent syllables.
But only, when Foggy became even tighter around his manhood, arched his back prettily and breathed out Matt’s name like a blasphemous prayer, Matt allowed himself to let go. Foggy’s spend pooled between their bodies, hot and sticky when Matt all but roared out his own climax.
He spilled himself inside his Omega. Vaguely, he was aware of his knot connecting and of a soft hand in his hair. But mostly, there was just this feeling of contentment and home.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Love you, too,” sounded from nearby and very far away.
It did not take long for them to recover after this. Or the next time. Or the time after. Matt could keep his promise and the sounds of the early morning were already reaching Matt’s ear when they finally drifted to sleep.
*
A loud knock ripped Matt out of his dreams. Confused, he pushed himself up, Foggy underneath him complaining about the movement in whining and groaning. With the smell of sweat and semen, the memory of last night returned. Matt grinned like an idiot and bent down to kiss Foggy’s nose.
Another knock. Right, someone was knocking. Who was knocking? It was a bit early for clients.
“Alright,” said Karen’s voice from the other side of the door. “We’re going to pretend I forgot my keys and did not walk in on you guys naked on our sofa. I did not enter and quickly ran out again. Nope. I was outside the whole time, without my keys. That’s why I knocked. Thinking about it, I’m gonna get some coffee now and - without any specific reasons - I let you know that I store wet wipes in the left middle drawer of my desk. Just for you to be informed. I’ll be back in fifteen. Well, twenty, just to be safe.”
Matt heard her walk away then. Under her breath, she muttered, “That’s basically my sofa. Pigs”. Chuckling, Matt turned to Foggy again, playfully poking the soft curve of his belly.
“Did you hear?”
“Hard to miss,” Foggy yawned. “I had half the mind to ask her to bring sandwiches, too. But since we defiled her couch, I didn’t dare to push my luck.”
“Defile, hm?” Matt repeated. “I like the sound of it.”
Laughing, Matt got to his feet. With a gallant gesture, he offered his hand and helped Foggy up. Together, they hurried to Karen’s desk to clean each other up before retrieving their clothes. When they were half-decent, Matt slung his arms around Foggy from behind. Seductively, he kissed along his Omega’s neck.
“So, how about we take a day off?” he suggested. “I’ll take you home and we can defile more furniture.”
“Tempting,” Foggy admitted. “But we’re both on thin ice with Karen and she might fire us.”
“You’re right,” Matt said. “Maybe she’ll even cut our pay.”
“And before we know, we’re out on the street with no furniture left to defile.”
“Good point, counselor. Unfortunately.” Matt sighed. “Tonight though?”
“Absolutely.”
“It’s a date?”
“It’s a date.”
The End