Warnings: OmegaVerse (see endnotes for further details), Previous Slash (Jeff Hardy/CM Punk), Smut, Profanity.
The amount of times Phil's been alone since Seth was born is something he can count on his hand. The first time was when he'd had to leave him with his paternal grandparents to come up to Chicago for the first time to sign a lease. The whole time they'd been apart Phil had felt gutted. He'd called back a thousand times, to the point that Jeff's father had flown up with Seth just to keep Phil from having an ulcer. Before the divorce Jeff's parents had been supportive, after they'd been disinterested. Now Phil can't remember the last time they showed any interest in Seth.
In Chicago Seth's stayed overnight with Colt a few times, not so many that it's a regular thing, but often enough that it's not uncommon. Still an empty apartment makes Phil uncomfortable. He's not entirely sure what to do with himself. He feels washed out, and slightly violated. The young alpha had helped him out, but he still slipped something into Phil's pocket without him noticing, and he invaded Phil's personal space without permission. He was handsome though, tall, strong, and with the air of slight danger. The sort of alpha Phil finds himself falling for time and time again. Jeff had been the same, and that had ended up being some of worst times in Phil's life.
"Shower." He mutters, repeating over and over to keep his mind off of the alpha, and the situation he'd more than likely saved Phil from. He's been followed a few times, his keys clenched in his fist, nine-one dialled on his phone in the worst situations, but nothing's ever happened. He's always managed to get home and behind a locked door first. He really should start pricing a new apartment in a safer neighbourhood, but the prices are always prohibitive. The bathtub looks incredibly tempting right now. He's got some lavender candles in a drawer somewhere, and some bubblebath left over from his birthday last year. It'd be far more relaxing than getting straight in the shower, and then going to bed. For a moment he debates if he has time for a bath, and shoves the plug in the hole. Time be damned, he needs to unwind. Finding the matches proves a little more difficult, they turn out to have been stashed in the box with the candles, which is probably where Phil put them for safe keeping and then promptly forgot about it. He manages to get them lit and set up by the time the bath's drawn. He strips, and sinks beneath to bubbles to the sound of whatever random music Seth had put on his phone. He probably shouldn't have trusted his son with it, but so far there's nothing overly terrible on there, and it makes a nice change from the lectures Phil listens to when he's commuting. Not graduating high school is a point of shame for him. He hates his lack of formal education, and hates even more that he probably won't be able to afford to give Seth anything but the high school diploma Phil lacks. These thoughts aren't helping him unwind. Instead he can feel the ball of worries in his stomach grow, roiling like the ocean. "Deep breaths." He mutters, his eyes falling closed. "In through your nose, out through your mouth." A breath in, a breath out. Over and over. In and out. His mind strays from the relaxation techniques he'd learned from some random lecture on de-stressing to very different in and out. The feeling of an alpha moving inside of him. Cock moving in and out. The firm press of a knot at his entrance, the way his body would always tighten before letting it press inside him, the feeling of an alpha's cum filling him, the pulse of their knot in time with the desperate pulsing of his heart, the throbbing of his cock aching for a touch. In and out. Over and over. One hand wraps around his cock, his other strokes over the entrance to his vagina, teasing over the folds before sliding inside. He feels wet, his natural lubrication thicker than the water that rushing inside along with his finger. In and out. Over and over. His moves faster along his cock as another finger drives inside of him stretching him open more. His hole feels hungry, desperate to be filled by an alpha. Groaning Phil opens his eyes and casts about the bathroom for something to simulate an alpha's penis. Bottle after bottle passed over as too big, or too small. He curses himself for not thinking to take his well hidden dildo with him. His hand around his cock slows down, squeezing lightly as he considers the available objects again. He should just pull the plug, shower and go to bed, but now that he's started this, he wants to get off. He pulls his fingers free from inside of him, and shakes them under the water to wash his juices from them before grabbing the bubblebath bottle. Smooth, cylindrical, a little short and a little thin, but it'll do. He rinses it in the bath water for a moment, and makes sure that the cap is on tightly. Then he presses it against his pussy. The blunt, flat end stings a little as it presses into him, but he's more than wet enough to accept it. The feeling of something inside of him, even something so unsuited to the purpose is satisfying. His head falls back against the bathtub's lip with a moan. He takes hold of his cock once more, stroking it in time with his makeshift dildo's movements. He desperately wishes there was a knot at the end of the bottle, or even something to emulate the satisfying feeling of a knot being pushed inside of him, but there nothing. So Phil relies on his imagination, and when that's not enough he slides a couple of fingers in along with the bottle. He's long since given up moving the bottle, instead leaving it buried inside of himself as he strokes his cock faster and faster. His mind is summoning up the memories of an alpha over him, the feeling of a stronger, bigger body pinning him down, and driving their cock deep into him, his own cock rubbing against their belly, or better yet their large, rough hand wrapping around it. The feeling of an alpha's hand on his cock is the second best sexual sensation in the world. It's dwarfed by the feeling of an alpha's cum filling him. The feeling of that thick seed being pumped deep into him, filling every inch of his pussy, leaving him so full that he half expects that when he orgasms he'll be able to shoot the alpha's cum out of his own cock. His breathing is fast, almost laboured as his orgasm approaches. He slides a third finger into his pussy, his breath catching at the feeling of being so stretched, and the hand on his cock speeds up. When he comes it feels like it takes forever, his body clamping down on the bottle tightly, his pussy fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitches, his body shivers, and low moans slips from between his lips. Minutes pass in a comfortable daze. The scattering of mildew on the ceiling captivating Phil's attention whilst he pulls himself back together. His phone chirps with a text message, and it snaps him into action. He removes the bottle, and rinses it in the bath water once more. The bottle is mostly empty, so he doesn't feel too bad as he tosses it into the trash.
Sleep comes to Phil with unexpected ease. His mind refuses to churn over his concerns; instead it's sated by the release he'd taken in the bath. If he dreams, he doesn't remember it in the morning as he hurriedly gets dressed, and walks to Colt's work to collect Seth. He knows that Seth will have forgotten his suppressants, and it's not a good idea for him to skip a dose. It might not make too much difference in the long run, but he needs to get into the habit as soon as possible.
"Morning Punkers." Phil feels awkward shuffling into the care home. He can feel the kids staring at him with confused, wide, adorable eyes. His soft spot for children is one he has to stamp down keenly in this situation.
"Papa?" Is all the warning Phil gets before his son launches himself at him.
"Morning kiddo." Phil squeezes his son tightly, and holds him out at arm's length. "You forgot your medicine." Phil presses the little foil packet into Seth's hand.
"Papa!" Seth squawks in embarrassment, his cheeks blazing. "You know I don't want to take these... I don't want my body polluted-"
"Seth." Phil looks at his son heavily. Colt glances over at them from trying to persuade the littlest of the little ones that oatmeal is a delicious breakfast. Aeroplanes Phil mouths, and Colt rolls his eyes with a grin. The little boy is four, aeroplanes might be too childish for him, and they definitely are for Seth, but if it'd get him to take his suppressants Phil would try it. "Please just take them... We can't afford for-"
"Papa!" Seth squawks once more. He pops one of the pills out, and holds it between his teeth whilst he pours a glass of water to swallow it. "Yeuch... Those things taste awful."
"Medicine always tastes bad... My ma always gave me a sweetie afterwards." The oldest of the little boys currently in Colt's care says suddenly. "Doesn't your Pa have a sweetie for you?" Seth pulls an odd face, and then turns to Phil, a smile spreading over his lips.
"You ready to go?" Phil asks him. Seth nods, confusion spreading over his face. "Okay. We can get breakfast at the diner."
"You've no eaten yet, Papa?" Seth says chastising his papa, and Phil shoos him off to go and fetch his things.
"He wasn't any trouble was he?" Phil absently starts pouring the middle of the three children another glass of juice, falling into the role of Papa without even thinking.
"Sethie is never any trouble." Colt laughs, and lets the youngest of the three children take over on feeding himself. "When's your lunch-break? I need to bit-complain today." Colt catches himself before swearing, but a quick glance at the oldest boy confirms that he knows exactly what Colt was going say.
"Uh... It's Wednesday, right?" Colt nods confirming Phil's question. "I'm on early lunch... So eleven. I'll make sure to keep a slice of your favourite pie." Phil smiles at Colt as Seth returns. "We good to go? Say thank you-"
"I know, Papa... You'd think you'd done a horrible job at raising me or something." Seth laughs, and walks over to his uncle. "Thanks Uncle Colt. Lemme know if they'll need my help again." At this Phil scowls over at Colt. Very often Seth's uncle pays him for work and every time Phil's pride is stung by it.
"Of course. Nattie said she'd be happy to consider hiring you for her weekend classes if it's alright with your papa... I'll talk to him." Colt winks at Seth, and Phil exchanges a look with him that says this will be spoken about. "I'll see you at eleven sharp, Punkers."
"Eleven. Bye-bye little ones!" Phil ways to the little children as Seth all but pushes him out of the door.
The walk to the diner isn't far, but it is through a fairly unpleasant neighbourhood. Seth unconsciously is walking almost too close to Phil. Phil's parental instincts are screaming at him to hold Seth's hand, but he knows that his son wouldn't appreciate that at all, so Phil makes sure they're walking quickly. Once they're in the diner everything will be fine, and Seth can catch the school bus at the stop opposite, so he'll be safe.
"So who's Nattie?" Phil takes a sip of his coffee, watching Seth demolish his breakfast. "You seem awfully hungry... You've not been skipping-"
"I've been taking my pills, Papa. I'm not carb loading. Sheesh..." Seth grins up at Phil. "I'm hungry because I'm a teenager... If I keep growing at this rate I'll be taller than you."
"I forbid you from being taller than your Papa!" Phil laughs, sipping from his coffee once more. "So-"
"She runs the kindergarten Colt takes the littlest of his kids to, and like, she's super nice, and she says I'm super good with the kids. I went to get little Noam last night cause Colt was busy with the other two, and she was like rushing trying to get all the kids ready for their parents, so I like pulled out one of the books, and started reading to all the kids who were ready, and they all sat down nice for me, and listened, and it was adorable Papa! Nattie said I was a natural, and I told her it was because I'd learned from the best." Seth speaks almost without pause, his face lit up with excitement. "I'd super love to work for her." He looks incredibly hopeful, and Phil nods without thinking. "Really?"
"Yeah." Phil croaks out. He feels incredibly proud of his son in this moment, but for no real reason other than Seth is wonderful person. There's a part of Phil that's almost in awe of how well his son's turned out. "I'm real proud of you, kiddo." Phil reaches over the table and squeezes his son's hand. "I'll be back late again tonight." He sighs, and Seth nods sullenly. "But I've taken your birthday off, and well it's the weekend this year-"
"I already know exactly what I'm doing for most of it." Seth grins. "My friend Xavier's invited me over to his place to play games. His parents are real nice. You'll come too right, Papa?"
"Sure." Phil nods absently, not really certain why Seth is so keen for Phil to come, but not arguing in the least. He's meet Xavier before. He's a quiet, incredibly smart nerd of an omega. He's exactly the sort of friend Seth needs. He's never met Xavier's parents, but he's heard enough about them from Seth to be slightly interested. "That's your plan for the whole day?"
"Papa, you clearly do not understand the importance of gaming." Seth waves Phil's question off. A nervous smile spreads over Seth's lips suddenly. "I suppose I should tell you what I want, huh?"
"It'd be nice, kiddo." Phil nods, draining the last of his coffee.
"I want self-defence lessons." Seth polishes off the last of his breakfast, and pushes the plate away slightly. Phil's waitress instincts almost kick in, but the omega on duty beats him to it.
"Self-defence?" Phil repeats dumbly. Seth nods sharply, and Phil takes a deep breath. It's a very sensible present request, but he can't help but think that it would somehow put Seth in more danger. Being trained to defend himself might just make alphas keener to test the limits of that training. "I'll look into it. Is there anything-"
"This is what I want, Papa." Seth says it firmly, and Phil nods once more. Seth asks for things, but not big things, and not often. Phil can't really think of a good reason to deny him this gift. He can only hope to find somewhere close by, and cheap whilst still good.
"I'll do my best, but it's kind of short notice." Phil laughs, and Seth blushes slightly.
"I know, but you've seemed so stressed lately I didn't want to bring it up before you did." Seth has unfortunately mastered Phil's ability to look at people. His big brown eyes melt Phil so quickly it's embarrassing.
"I'm okay, kiddo. I promise." Phil answers the unspoken concern. Seth raises an eyebrow at him, and shakes his head.
"I gotta get my butt to school." Seth stands, and pulls Phil into a hug. "I'll lock the door, and have something ready for when you're home."
"I'll be back around ten-thirty. Have a good day at school, kiddo." Phil hugs his son tightly, and presses a quick kiss to his temple. Then he turns to start his shift.
"So! I said I needed to bitch, and boy do I!" Colt had shown up at eleven sharp. Phil had already set aside a slice of Colt's favourite pecan pie, so before too long he'd joined his friend at what was their table, in the back furthest from the toilets, to listen to him complain.
"What's up?" Phil's got his first meal of the day sitting in front of him. The chef makes a mean bacon mac 'n' cheese, and Phil's more than happy to break his fast with it.
"Well!" Colt stabs his pie, and leaves the fork sticking out of it like he'd just murdered it. "They're taking on a helper-"
"That's good, isn't it? You're always bitching about how you're over worked. Remember last year when you had six kids, and no peace?" Phil laughs at the indignant expression on his friends face.
"I'm happy to get the help, but they've hired a fucking alpha! I've been messaging him to let him know the lay of the land, and this fucking asshole!" At this Colt pulls his fork from his murdered pie, and eats a piece of it. "This mama-fucking asshole is all well I've never done this work before, but I'm highly experienced with kids, so I'm sure I'll be fine!" Colt adopts a deep voice for his impression of the alpha. Phil chokes back a laugh at Colt's emphatic rage.
"C'mon, I'm sure he wasn't-"
"Fucking look!" Colt thrusts his cell phone into Phil's face, his text conversation with the alpha in question open.
"Oh... Well... You know maybe he's just putting on a brave front?" The messages Phil's reading do seem to be particularly arrogant, but maybe he's right and the alpha is just trying to sound more confident than he actually is.
"I'm senior to him, and I just know this asshole is gonna fuck my shit up." Colt snipes, eating more of his pie. "He's one of those prick alphas who've no idea how competent single, independent omegas like us are." He grins over at Phil, and thrusts the forkful of pie into Phil's mouth when he opens it to speak. "Is the chef single?"
"Sami?" Phil mumbles around a mouthful of pie. "He's beta, Colt."
"God damn it! All the good ones are either taken or beta." Colt laments, and eats another bite of pie. "So, on the subject of love lives..."
"Nothing to report." Phil takes another mouthful of food, and fidgets under Colt's stern gaze.
"Bullshit." He snaps, eating the last of his pie. "You've got a look in your eye."
"Urgh, fine." Phil rolls his eyes, and takes a drink. "I was walking home last night-"
"Punk! Alone? You should have told me, I could have sent-"
"It's fine, I do it every night-"
"Every night? For fuck sake, do you have some mace at least? No, you don't, do you. Wait." Colt pulls up his bag, and starts rooting through it. "Here." He sets a small mace can on the table. Phil hesitates for a moment, but knows better than to argue with his friend, and slips the can into his pocket. "Better. So, you were running the risk of being murdered last night, and?"
"And I'm not sure I want to finish this story now, Papa." Phil laughs, and eats some more. "This alpha comes up, and wraps his arm around me. He tells me there's these three other alpha following me, but I knew that, and I was about a block from home." Colt's wearing a nearly scandalised expression, but Phil waves his unexpressed concern away, continuing with his tale. "It turns out that he lives in the same building as me and Sethie. In the light, he was kinda good looking."
"Uh-huh." Colt smirks at Phil. "Kinda good looking is Punk-ese for ovary-explodingly-hot."
"Shh you. Anyway, I get my mail, and he starts the whole normal omegas shouldn't be out so late bull, and I'm getting ready for a lecture when he just stops." Phil eats some more, and Colt looks like he's expecting there to be more to this story than what Phil's told him so far. "And he gives me his number."
"Ooo?" This sparks Colt's interest some more. "So super hot alpha saves you from murder, and gives you his number? Good night." Colt chuckles.
"I suppose... Do you think I should call him?" Phil knows that the slip of paper is still in his coat pocket. He'd not taken it out when he'd gotten home, leaving it where it was as it seemed safer somehow.
"How hot is he?" Colt asks mildly, picking up his coffee.
"Pretty hot." Phil admits quietly. He can feel a silly little grin forming on his lips.
"Ask him out to coffee Friday? You get Fridays off from here don't you?" Colt grinning at him, a devious little grin that has Phil fidgeting in his seat.
"I do, but I need to-"
"Your apartment is spotless. Your laundry is caught up with, and grocery shopping can be done after coffee." Colt cuts in before Phil can think of something to use as an excuse to get out of even considering this a good idea. "There anything else you gonna try and use an excuse?"
"I'll send him a message." Phil shakes his head, and eats the last of the macaroni.
"What's your white knight's name?" Colt asks as he fishes through his bag for his wallet.
"Dean. Don't worry about it I got-"
"Punk." Colt shoves some money into Phil's hand, and squeezes his fingers around it. "Did Sethie tell you what he wants for his birthday yet?"
"Self-defence lessons." Phil shakes his head, and goes over to settle Colt's bill. Colt follows along, still trying to bring order to his bag.
"Keep the change. It's a very practical present isn't it?" Colt finally looks up with a smile. "I've a little list of places if you're interested, and before you accuse me this wasn't my idea."
"He's growing up so fast, Colt. I'm scared about why he wants to learn to defend himself... The world is supposed to be getting safer for omegas, not more dangerous." Phil sighs, and rubs his eyes. "I better get back to work."
"Have fun." Colt calls as he leaves.
The rest of Phil's shift is the normal flurry of old alphas who sit together and complain, young people with no money for anywhere better, and the occasional homeless person who comes in on the off chance of getting something. The owner always chases them away, but Phil knows that if they go around the back, Sami the chef will have some spoiled food for them. Colt was almost certainly right when he said that all the good alphas were either taken or beta.
"Good evening... Phil wasn't it?" The fat alpha greets Phil as he arrives in the office block that evening. Paul looks like he's just arriving back, his briefcase in hand, and an overcoat draped over his arm. "Would you like some tea before you start?" He doesn't wait for Phil's response. He starts off for his office, leaving Phil standing in the reception area considering if it would be rude to turn him down. Phil supposes that Paul will have to make the tea he's offering, so he'll at least have time to pull the supplies out of the closet, and make a start before he's summoned to drink tea.
"Paul sent me to fetch you." The huge alpha from last night startles Phil when he speaks. Phil had been lost in thought over where Seth might learn the self-defence he wants. Phil's no idea where to even look for places that offer omega self-defence classes. Despite the alpha's impressive size, Phil hadn't even heard him, although now that he's close enough Phil can smell him. There's a soft, natural undercurrent to his scent, something woodsy beneath the normal musk of an alpha. "He says the tea's ready. You go have a cup, and I'll finish emptying the trash for you."
"No. No. You don't need to do that. This is my jo-"
"Go have some tea, omega." There's a command in that tone. A kind, but firm command. Phil ducks his head slightly, and nods scurrying off to Paul's office.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Paul chuckles as Phil nervously knocks on the door of the office. "Did Brock give you a fright?"
"Uh..." Phil nervously nibbles on his bottom lip, and steps into the office.
"Don't worry. He sneaks up on me all the time too... You'd think a big fucker like him would make more noise." Paul laughs, and juts his jaw at the cups on his desk. "Take a seat." Usually Phil would be incredibly reluctant to drink anything he'd not watched being poured, but the fat alpha opposite him looks like Colt does when his kids are acting up.
"You look like you need to vent." Phil sits on the edge of the chair opposite Paul, and takes one of the little cups of tea. Paul barks a laugh, and scrubs a hand over his face.
"I had thought this would be easy, but my god I was wrong." He laughs dryly, and smiles at Phil. "I've two. An alpha, just turned ten, and an omega that seems to have confused turning seven with regressing to two. I swear she never threw these tantrums when her mama was alive." Paul blows at his tea, and sighs. "I figured that nannies would be enough to keep them in line, but apparently they want to nothing but try and kill each other. I'm considering chopping off his hands so he can't hit his sister anymore."
"They're a handful at that age..." Phil murmurs, sipping at the steaming tea in his tea. "Seth, my son-"
"An omega?" Paul interrupts, and Phil nods his head. "It must be hard... I wanted to stop at one, but their mama always wanted an omega. I told her that with an alpha you only need to worry about one knot not all of them." Paul laughs, and shakes his head. "How old is he?"
"Fifteen in a few days." Phil rubs his eyes, and subtly sneaks a glance at the clock in the corner of the room.
"Don't worry about the time... If I know Brock he'll-" The sound of the vacuum cleaner feels almost deafening to Phil. He carefully sets the teacup down, and bounces to his feet. "Don't worry about it. Brock enjoys cleaning. Drink your tea, Phil."
"I... I mean, are you sure?" Phil glances back at the door, spotting the strange sight of the huge alpha deftly manoeuvring the vacuum.
"He's a strange one." Paul shrugs. "So your omega's birthday is coming up? Any idea what he wants yet? I swear I usually know what my hellions want almost a year in advance, and the list is always twice as long by the time their birthdays actually roll around. This year I'm being tapped for a pony, and my alpha wants himself a car... He doesn't seem to realise that at ten he can't drive." Paul chuckles, and Phil wonders if he'll be allowed to answer the question that was asked of him now. For all the stereotypes paint omegas as gossips and incapable to shutting up for five minutes, Phil's found that when in social situations with alphas his contribution to the conversation is usually a few nods, and a rare short comment.
"He told me he wants self-defence lessons." Phil takes another sip of his tea, and Paul grins suddenly.
"Brock!" He calls out, and the vacuuming stops. The scent of the huge alpha draws closer. It's strange how much it reminds Phil of living in the countryside. The one thing he misses about living in North Carolina is the scent of the outdoors. "Brock, why don't you tell Phil here what it is you do?" Brock looks over at Paul with an expression that had Phil flinching internally; at least he hopes it was internal, because he's not sure he wants to expose any weaknesses around this beast of an alpha.
"I'm a cage fighter." Brock sounds oddly embarrassed, his ears turning red. He looks a lot like Seth did as a child when Phil would force him to apologise for being mean to other children.
"That sounds dangerous." Phil's fairly sure that's not the response Paul was after, but Brock meets his eyes easily, and nods.
"For the other alpha in there with me it. Why did you-"
"Tell Phil what else it is you do, Brock." Paul chuckles, and Phil glances over at him. The rotund alpha is leaning back in his chair, his teacup in his hands, and a lazy smile on his face.
"I own, and operate a gym-"
"Specialising in?" Paul's smile stretches making him look like the Cheshire Cat's fat uncle.
"Martial arts, and self-defence training." Brock finishes, and Paul laughs.
"Isn't that marvellous, Phil?" Paul beams at Phil, and Phil glances over at Brock then back to Paul.
"That's really good... I should get back to work-"
"The only room that's left is here." Brock interrupts Phil, his ears blushing once more. "Come make sure I did a good job." He waits patiently for Phil to leave the office, and then follows along silently behind him. Phil nervously starts looking around the floor Brock had cleaned, and Phil has to admit he's done an incredible job.
"I'm gonna have to give you a cut of my pay." Phil laughs as he says it, but Brock is suddenly in front of him, a sharply earnest look on his face.
"You will not. I did this because you look like you need a rest, and for all Paul likes to hear himself talk, he makes good tea." Brock looks away embarrassed, and clears his throat. "So why was Paul asking me to tell you my job?"
"My son's birthday is in a few days." Phil pauses out of habit, used to alphas interrupting him, or making some kind of comment here, but Brock is silently watching him with rapt attention. "Uh... Yeah. Anyway, he told me he'd like to learn self-defence as his present, and I guess Paul thought maybe you could help?" Phil trails off, and pushes the elevator button for the next floor Phil has to clean for the lawyers firm.
"You want some help with the other two floors?" Brock offers as he stands by Phil waiting for the elevator to arrive.
"Uh... Don't you... I mean, if you like." Phil forces a smile to his lips, and stamps down the slight panic that the thought of sharing an elevator with this huge alpha causes in him.
"You were saying about how I could help your son?" Brock asks once the elevator door closes, and Phil laughs nervously, a hand running though his a hair.
"I don't think you can... I mean... I don't really have the money to pay for a place as nice as yours undoubtedly is." Phil glances over at Brock, half expecting some kind of annoyance to be on his face. Instead the huge alpha looks like he's thinking about something.
"Does he play any sports?" He asks softly, helping Phil with the cleaning cart when they arrive on the next floor to be cleaned.
"He used to run track, but he gave it up when his first heat came..." Phil shudders slightly at the memory of being called to the school, Seth dressed in school issue pants, his own pants and underwear soaked with his juices. Phil remembers the shame he'd felt as he entered the Principal's office, the heavy glare the old omega secretary had given him, the low sneer of what a terrible parent he was, the disgust on the face of the old alpha. What he remembers most though is Seth's tear streaked face, blotchy and red, his eyes huge and wet as he realised that as far as most alphas were concerned he was no longer a child. "I managed to get the money together for suppressants, but the rest of them wouldn't let him live it down... It's not like you can control when your heat comes, and you certainly can't stop getting humid. Kids can be so cruel... Sethie, my son, he used to love running. He was like a cheetah. I was so proud of him."
"You sound like you're a great Papa, Phil." Brock says suddenly, and Phil realises just how long he'd been talking. "I've a trainer who might like to talk to your son, if that's okay with you." Brock looks oddly hopeful, and Phil knows he looks suspicious. "One of my trainers was a cage fighter, but injury took her out of the game. She teaches omega defence classes, but they're aimed at older omegas..." Brock trails off, and Phil stares at him blankly.
"I don't think Seth would make a very good fighter..." He mutters, and Brock laughs softly in response.
"If he's anything like his papa, I don't either... But I have the feeling that Charlotte's gonna like your son all the same. So, where do you want me to start, boss?" Brock grins at Punk, a heavy garbage bag in his hand.
"C'mon, this is my job." Phil mutters, and Brock continues to grin at him.
"And tonight it's mine too. I'll empty the trash." Brock laughs, and wanders off.
Cleaning goes a lot quicker with Brock's help, and they manage to finish much sooner than Phil usually does, which isn't exactly great as this job pays by the hour, but there's still Paul's office to finish off, so perhaps it'll take long enough for Phil to feel justified in putting in for the full three hours. When they get to Paul's office he's on the phone, taking what looks to be an important call. The fat alpha is pacing his office, snarling at whoever's on the other end of the line.
"I sent a message to Charlotte... She sent a million back, and wants to know if you'll be able to stop in on Sunday so she can meet your son." Brock sounds very nervous, and Phil isn't exactly sure why. He doesn't have to be doing any of this for him, and if anything it should be Phil who's nervous, because there's no way he'll be able to pay the fees for Seth to go to a nice place to learn anything.
"How much?" Phil asks softly, and Brock looks down at him.
"I grew up dirt poor." He says quietly. "My dad worked all the hours god sent, my papa and my mama had to look after the kids."
"You had a mama and papa?" Phil turns to him, and Brock's ears once more turn crimson.
"My Da was a very traditional man." Brock mutters. "Anyway, I know what it's like not having the money for nice things... I... If your son likes it, we'll work something out, okay?"
"Brock?" Phil stares up at the huge alpha, and forces the fear that the something will be something Phil doesn't want down. "Thank you." Brock just shakes his head, and pulls a card out of his pocket.
"This is the address for the gym. It's in a kind of rough neighbourhood, so I can-"
"It's two blocks from my apartment." Phil blurts out with a laugh. Brock looks mildly scandalised, his ears burning red once more. "I know it's not the best neighbourhood, don't feel bad." Phil lightly pats Brock's huge arm, and the alpha's whole face starts colouring red. Paul's staring at them with a lazy smile on his face when Phil looks back into the office. "I can finish this up-"
"I'm giving you a ride home." Brock looks slightly surprised with himself, and Phil doesn't even bother arguing. He knows better than to refuse the kindness of alphas.
"Did you take a taxi home tonight?" Dean's voice startles Phil as he closes the door to the apartment building behind him. Brock had given him a ride back, and surprisingly hadn't asked for a single thing from Phil, not even his number. All he'd done is explain about the omega Phil was going to take Seth to see on Sunday, about her background, and what she's like as a person. She sounds like she's going to be strict, but Phil thinks that's probably a good thing. He's no idea really, but from the sounds of things she'll either scare Seth off of this idea, or completely enamour him with it, and lead him down the path of cage fighting, which terrifies Phil.
"I got a lift... Were you-"
"Waiting for you? Not really, I had a look around to make sure I didn't spot any danger, then headed home." Dean smiles at Phil. He has a ridiculously attractive smile that makes Phil's stomach do summersaults.
"I've walked home a thousand times." Phil opens his mailbox, pulling out the bills in there. He's going to have to deal with them on Friday, if he doesn't ask Dean out like Colt suggested.
"Yeah, I'm sure that you're more than capable, but... You've heard that a million times, right?" Dean steps closer to Phil, his glorious smile still on his face.
"Once or twice." Phil laughs, and smiles back at him.
"So..." Dean trails off, and laughs, running a hand back through his hair. "I am usually much better at this."
"At what?" Flirting isn't something Phil's done in earnest in a long time, and he thinks he's sorely lacking in practice, but Dean chuckles softly at the comment.
"Asking pretty omegas out on dates." He clarifies, and Phil can feel his cheeks heating up.
"I'm free Friday if you wanna practice some more." Phil presses the elevator button, and looks coyly over his shoulder at Dean. "Apartment four-thirty-four at twelve?" The elevator arrives with a loud ding, and Dean grins at Phil.
"Twelve it is."
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Next update - 2016/07/23
In this omegaverse there are two genders, Alpha and Omega. Alphas are primarily basically your standard male alpha (knots, scenting, ruts). Omegas are a little different; there are two sexes female and male. The primary differences are that female omega are the only sex capable of producing milk for the young, they have a lower fertility rate and only experience one heat a year (generally in spring), physically they have normal human female genitals. Males have a higher fertility rate, and experience four heats a year, one per season, male omega's genitals are quite different to the standard cloaca of most omegaverses. In this male omegas have a penis (although it is incapable of ejacualting sperm as male omega lack testes), and vaginal opening (works the same a female vagina though tends to produce more lubrication), and an anus.
Beta = an alpha who is sexually attracted to other alphas.
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