The past few days have seemed to drag by. After Milo was discharged, he had come over to my house to settle in. He still had a few more days until his heat really hit, so he was just catching up on some paperwork and payrolls while relaxing at home. As usual, Emmie insisted on being by his side constantly.
And today is now Friday. The last few of my kids are waiting for their parents to pick them up while I finish cleaning the classroom. Afternoon nap just finished, but I always just let the kids sleep until their parents get here, giving them a snack for the ride home.
This is the only preschool in town, located at the old schoolhouse since there is a huge play yard for the children. It is about a five-minute drive from my house, something that I am especially appreciating right now.
The last child is picked up a few minutes later, and I am just grabbing my bag to leave when my phone rings.
Seeing that it is Milo, I quickly answer, my body tightening in anticipation. "Hey, love."
"Ollie," Milo breathes, his voice so soft I can barely hear him. "I-I think it's starting."
My eyes widen considerably, and I have to force myself to keep walking, barely managing to keep myself from running into a wall. "Lock the doors. I'll be home soon."
He lets out a small whine before whispering, "Okay," and hanging up.
The whole ordeal has me jogging to my car, quickly throwing my stuff inside before climbing in myself.
Ever since Milo was released from the hospital, I have been waiting for this moment in anticipation and nervousness. Anticipation because, good god, Milo is like a dream come true for me. He had been by my side when I came out as gay, and I had stood by him when he came out as bisexual. He never begrudged me for not being sexually attracted to alphas, unlike a lot of people. And he never judged me for staying out of relationships, only having short-term sexual partners.
But Milo, with his cerulean colored eyes and dimpled smile, is different than anyone else I have been with before. This is not a relationship that I will be able to keep in the background, only meeting up once a week in a bar before going back to his place for the night.
No. This will be much more serious. But I won't push him, try to make him feel anything he is not ready for. He just got out of a serious relationship with an asshole alpha. We may be spending this heat together, but that does not mean I should expect anything from it.
That thought has me tightening my hands on the steering wheel, but I just force myself to keep driving.
By the time I get home, I am practically trembling. As quickly as I can, I grab my bag, digging out my keys so that I can unlock the front door. There is no visible sign from outside that there is an omega in heat in the house. There is not even any scent that can indicate what is happening inside. Milo must have already sprayed all the windows and doors with the industrial grade scent blockers that Nico had given him after he was discharged from the hospital.
Walking into the house has me almost bowling over from the scent that hits me. When I had left this morning, I could tell Milo was getting really close to going into heat, the first stirrings filling the air. But now, it smells as if someone had a bottle of his scent and tripped, spilling it all over the house.
Emmie greets me at the door as per usual, insisting on being picked up. She sits in my arms, purring as I carry her into the kitchen, quickly checking that she has food and water before depositing her on the couch.
"Milo?" I call out, walking down the hallway.
"In here," he calls from the guest bedroom.
"Can I come in?" I ask once I stop outside his door. "Or do you want me to stay out here till you're ready?'
"Just get in here, Ollie."
Slowly, I turn the doorknob, and the sight that greets me has my breath catching in my throat. Milo is sprawled across the bed, his clothes flung onto the floor. My eyes travel down his naked form, widening when I see that he has already gotten started. His hand is wrapped around his cock, while the other is working himself open.
"Ollie, please, I feel like I am about to burn up," he cries, blue eyes blazing as he looks over at me.
Dr. Cole had warned us about this, saying that Milo's heat would be much stronger than a regular heat. The surge in hormones is going to cause everything to go into overdrive, and as I look over his flushed body, I see that she is right.
My eyes flicker around the room, my body relaxing once I see that Milo was smart enough to grab a couple power bars and bottles of water before coming in here.
With trembling hands, I close the door behind me. Milo stares at me the entire time, watching as I slowly walk over to the bed. His body is completely flushed, easy to see on his normally pale skin.
"Are you sure about this?" I whisper, my nerves catching up with me. This is the first time that I have ever been nervous about sex, usually finding it an easy comfort.
Milo nods his head, biting his lip as he watches me take off my shirt with half-lidded eyes.
The heat of his gaze has nerves running through my body. Most of the time I am the confident one in the bedroom, and having that normality disappear has me a bit off-kilter. Letting out a long breath, I unbuckle my pants, pushing them away before climbing onto the bed.
"Those too," Milo says, eyes flickering down to my briefs. When I don't immediately comply, he pushes himself up into a seated position, leaning over to slip his fingers underneath the waistband. "Here, let me help."
This is a complete role reversal: Milo being the one in charge while I am the one who stays silent. But seeing the heat in my best friend's eyes has me nodding my head, lifting my ass from the bed so that he can successfully slip my briefs off of me.
Milo is practically panting when he comes to kneel in front of me. His hands make their way to my hair, fingers twisting in the strands as he pulls me closer to him. Just when I think he is about to kiss me, he pauses, lips so close that they brush against mine as he speaks. "Are you sure about this, Ollie?"
"Always," I murmur, closing the distance. There have been a few other omegas who I have helped with their heats. But kissing is something that I tend to stay away from, too intimate for something that is just a passing fling.
The kiss deepens, Milo brushing his tongue along my lower lip, asking for entrance. Easily, I let him take control of the kiss, reveling in the feeling of his tongue against mine while I push him back against the bed.
His legs come up to wrap around my waist, successfully pushing our hips together, cocks rubbing against each other. The whole thing has me gasping, pulling away from the kiss to catch a breath of air.
Milo doesn't pause, though. Instead, he trails kisses down my jaw and neck, pausing in the junction of my shoulder to suck an aching bruise.
"Fuck," I murmur, head bowing down so that I can look at the sight in between us. Milo hums at my outburst, hips eagerly rolling against mine.
Our cocks are about the same size, mine being a little thicker and longer, but nothing too noticeable. Slick coats Milo's legs, making the grind smoother.
"I need you inside me, Ollie," he whispers, teeth catching the lobe of my ear in a gentle nibble. "Please, fuck me."
His words cause another thrill of heat through me, and all I can do is nod my head, barely keeping myself away from the wonderful edge that I find myself teetering on. Milo whines when I pull away from him, hands wrapping around my shoulders and legs gripping onto my waist.
"I need to grab the knot, love," I whisper, pressing a kiss onto his wrist.
He looks incredulous, but he eventually drops his arms away. His legs, though, stay wrapped around my waist. He watches me the entire time as I lean over to the nightstand, pulling out the top drawer and grabbing the toy that I had stashed in here days ago.
The toy looks kind of like a skinny donut. It is what we omegas have to use if we ride out heats together, craving the feeling of being locked together with another person. Since we don't produce knots like alphas, we have to improvise.
Setting the toy down on the bed, I grab Milo's leg, giving it a gentle tug. He lets it slowly fall away, looking like he would rather just pull me close again. But I want to actually see him, all of him.
We have been best friends forever, so we have seen each other naked on numerous occasions, but nothing like this.
Milo is slightly smaller than me, a body with barely any hair and light definition in his arms and chest. Freckles dot his skin, and leaning down, I press soft kisses against each one. He groans when I get to his hips, rocking up when I bypass his cock, kissing his thighs instead.
"Relax, love," I tell him, licking a stripe up his inner thigh. "Let me look at you."
Milo just throws an arm over his eyes in response, biting back another moan when I press his legs back, revealing the tight and leaking furl.
My cock fills even more at his amazing scent. Bending down, I like a stripe against each cheek, biting his plush ass when he wiggles at the sensation.
"Ollie," he whimpers, biting his lower lip when I finally go where he wants me.
There is way more slick than an omega usually releases, probably due to this heat being particularly strong, but I love it. His taste is wonderful, drawing me towards the tight furl that I want to bury myself in. Milo lets out a muffled moan when a place a sucking kiss against his furl, causing more slick to leak out.
The whole thing has me close to coming, so I force myself to move away from his hole, instead leaving little licks along his cock before sucking the head into my mouth.
"Ollie, please, I'm about to come," he says, words coming out somewhat choked.
It takes everything in me to pull away, but I do, sitting back on my knees and nudging Milo to turn over. His breath catches and he quickly turns over, burying his head in his pillow and leaving his ass up in the air. It is the most perfect view, and I have to tighten a hand around the base of my cock to keep myself from coming.
With a trembling hand, I grab the fake knot, slipping it over my cock until it replaces my hand around the base. It will fill in less than five minutes, and I doubt I will last that long once I am inside him.
Milo wiggles his ass at me, as if telling me that I am taking to long. Settling my hands on his hips, I pull him closer to me, the head of my cock nudging the tight furl.
Hesitation causes me to pause before Milo takes control again, hand coming out to grab my ass while he pushes his against my cock. The whole thing has me pushing inside, and when I try to let him adjust, Milo just keeps pushing back, until the entirety of my cock- minus the knot- is inside him.
This is the first time I have ever gone bare with another person, and now I can see why some of my partners were so insistent on wanting it. The tight heat around my cock makes it hard for me to keep from coming. Milo tries to move again, but I catch his hips, not knowing if I can keep from coming if he keeps moving.
"Wait."
Milo looks over at me, worry creasing his crow. "Are you alright?"
"Just- Just stay still or I'll come."
He just raises an eyebrow at me, his usually low-level snarkiness coming out to play. "Isn't that the point, Ollie?" His lips turn up into a sly smile. "For you to come inside me? To fill me up?"
His words work a groan out of me, and I grind my teeth, fighting off my impending orgasm. Finally, when I feel as if I have some semblance of control back, I slowly pull out, only leaving the head of my cock inside before pushing back in.
This time, it is Milo who moans, turning to bite the pillow as he clenches around me. The knot is just starting to inflate, making my thrusts start to catch every time I pull out.
Reaching around Milo, I wrap my fingers around his cock, pulling it in time with my thrusts. Soon enough, Milo is crying out, spilling over my fingers in release.
Somehow, I manage to barely hang on, waiting for the knot to fill almost completely before pushing inside as far as I can go, and finally, falling over the edge.
Milo tightens around me, hands reaching out to find mine and threading his fingers through mine. When I finally feel as if I can move, I gently turn us on our sides. Milo wraps our arms around him, snuggling back against my chest.
Exhaustion comes over me, and I know I should get some rest before Milo's heat flares again, but every worry is running through my mind. The biggest one, though, is the thought that this will ruin our friendship. Because, now, as I lie here, physically and emotionally tied to Milo, I realize something that I have failed to acknowledge for years.
I am in love with my best friend.