Warnings: Prusame
Gilbert was excited. It was Monday, why shouldn't he be excited? This was his blowjob day. Sure, he had missed a few along the way, but this was his day. This was a day he could count on getting some fun. Unless Alfred was having a bullshit day full of drama. Dammit, why did it have to be a Monday? Maybe he should move it to Friday, everyone had nice Fridays. That thought was wiped from his mind as he saw Alfred and waved to him sheepishly.
Alfred smiled meekly in response. He knew what Gilbert wanted. While he normally was alright with respecting their deal...he'd promised Ivan he would be his only one. He'd removed the "with benefits" part of Mathias and his relationship status (Mathias had been pretty cool with it, possibly due to the embarrassment he'd felt in the bathroom that day Ivan caught them. They still sat together at lunch), but this thing with Gilbert...this would be more difficult. They'd had a deal; a promise that Alfred would blow the albino once a week until the season ended. Alfred wouldn't back down from it; he'd made the promise to Gilbert first, that was unfair of him. But damn, did he feel guilty.
Gilbert found he wasn't just excited to see Alfred because of their deal, he was also excited to see him just in general. Alfred was pretty awesome. Awesomeness that rivaled even Gilbert. Well, maybe not that awesome. But he was chill to hang out with Alfred in a non-sexual setting. "Sup, big guy. You ready for practice? I know I am." And for what came after.
"Yeah, of course I am. I'm ready to kick your ass on the court." Alfred smirked, playing with the guy. They were rivals. The coach was trying to determine which of the two would be the starting point guard. Alfred was a good shot, but Gilbert was better at decision-making. They were neck and neck and it would be a tough call.
During practice, Gilbert get getting distracted by Alfred. And their deal. Dammit, he shouldn't let it affect him this much! He was supposed to be older, suave and cool, he was the awesome one. And yet Alfred comes around, a freshman Omega, and here he was muddling up his entire head, and his gameplay. Damn.
And it definitely showed in his performance. Especially when he got smacked in the head with the ball when Alfred passed it to him. "Shit, Gil, pay attention to the ball! Are you okay?" Alfred asked as he approached the albino, scanning his head for injury.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." That was so not awesome. Damn, Gilbert needed to pay more attention. Alfred was so distracting. He waved off Alfred's attempt to help him and got back up to his feet. "I'm just gonna take a ten minute break, I think I'm a little dehydrated..." He could just play it off on being dizzy. Yeah.
Alfred nodded and practice continued as normal. Soon enough it ended, the group of sweaty boys retreating to the locker room to change and leave. Of course, as usual on Mondays, Alfred lingered behind.
Gilbert, as usual, got dressed and left his pants undone. He didn't want to be too counterproductive. He grinned as he saw Alfred, and nodded to a friend of his, who was the last to leave the locker room. "So, you ready?" He grinned as he plopped down on the bench, just waiting for Alfred now.
Alfred didn't say a word as he simply nodded and dropped to his knees. He immediately got to work, wasting no time in pulling Gilbert's cock out and placing it in his mouth. He sucked harshly and stroked the base, trying to get the albino to an erection with his mouth. He closed his eyes, unable to look at the boy as he wrapped his tongue around his cock, too ashamed by what he was doing to Ivan with this gesture.
Gilbert moaned and pushed his hips forward. He had been looking forward to this all week. So much, in fact, that he had refused to masturbate. And that left him with a heavy load to drop and not a lot of stamina. He came prematurely, grunting as he filled Alfred's mouth, and swiftly pushed him off his cock as he began to knot. "Ah...dammit." That had been...really quick.
Alfred grunted as the boy suddenly came in his mouth, nearly choking on his cum. He sat back and wiped his mouth before looking up at Gilbert with a quirked brow. "Well, that was quick."
"Sh-shut up, it's been a bit of a dry spell for me lately." Gilbert didn't approve of being made fun of like that. "It wasn't like it was 2 seconds or anything." More like two minutes, actually. "Besides, I...I enjoyed myself. A lot." He had been staving off masturbation just so that his orgasm now would be amazing.
Alfred nodded, rising from his knees. "Well, at least one of us enjoyed that." He sat beside the albino for a moment, coughing up sperm. Damn, that had been unpleasant. He preferred giving longer blowjobs; they at least gave him time to receive pleasure as well.
"Shut up, I mean, I gave you my awesome load, what more could you want?" This was assuming that he was God's gift to all Omegas. "I've been out of the swing." Damn, Alfred usually enjoyed himself. Now Gilbert couldn't even get to touch him back...
"Yes. Choking on your cum is so appealing." Alfred rolled his eyes. "It's only been two weeks since I've blown you; you couldn't be that far out." He patted Gilbert's head, cooing at him like one would do a child, "But that's okay, you did your best."
"I-I didn't beat off at all, between that..." Gilbert thought his attempt would be appreciated. "I mean, I gave you a lot more than usual, that's gotta count for something!" He just wanted to make it more enjoyable for the both of them. Well, at least it had been enjoyable for him.
Alfred sighed, then smiled kindly at the boy. "Gil, I'm teasing you. I understand. It happens." He gave Gilbert a pat on the shoulder and stood from his seat on the bench.
"Well, uh... Don't tease me like that." Gilbert bumped Alfred with his elbow. "So, uh...how is it going? I mean, last time was..." Bad. Last time was bad. So bad they had just not gone through with their deal. "So, is it better?"
"Hmm? Oh, definitely. I feel better about everything now." Alfred wasn't going to tell Gilbert specifics or that they even made up. He'd rather just change the subject, "How about you? You seemed kinda out of it today. You okay?"
"Yeah, I mean, I'm totally fine... I'm awesome, in fact. I'm always awesome. How dare you question that." He was teasing, of course... "So, uh, how did you handle it? I mean, not that I'm trying to pry or anything. Just wondering. Did it get all...fixed, and shit?"
Alfred hesitated, but shook his head grimly. "No..." He lied. "We didn't. But it's okay. We talked...at least there's closure now." Alfred wouldn't tell Gilbert he'd resumed his relationship with someone, considering that the person he had a relationship with was Ivan. It was too risky. What if became curious and wanted to know what his boyfriend looked like? He couldn't hide him forever.
"Oh, well...shit sucks sometimes. At least it's completely off the record, eh? You can start fresh with someone new." There was something suggestive, in the last couple words. Someone new. What if Gilbert was that someone new? He and Alfred were the same class, so he thought (rightfully so, he didn't think Alfred would lie), and sure they hadn't gotten along at first but Gilbert had come to respect him a little more... They were already fairly intimate, and Gilbert was trying not to be too dickish towards him.
Alfred shrugged, not catching the innuendo. "I suppose. Or I can just keep fucking around." He smirked, taking a seat by Gilbert once more. He could probably spare a few minutes to chat with the other; he seemed strangely into their conversation today.
"Oh, uh...yeah...that works too." Gilbert hadn't exactly meant to insinuate himself as the new person who might come into Alfred's life, but at the same time the more he thought about it, the more he wanted that to be true. Alfred was a beautiful Omega, he was strong and he could play ball well... Dammit, why did this have to happen?
"So, do you have a mate? I'm assuming you don't since you've apparently been on a dry spell ever since I blew you two weeks ago. If you do, then, well, you're horrible." Alfred chuckled, obviously teasing the other.
"Well, I'll have you know that I do not have one right now. I mean, I get plenty of tail, just...uh, these past couple weeks have been a little on the rough side. Yeah." He was perfectly fine, he just hadn't been applying enough charm. And he was always rude to the Omegas he tried to woo. That tended to be a turn-off to them, for some reason.
"Maybe if you didn't sexually harass Omegas, you'd get more." Alfred snorted, hitting the boy in the shoulder. He remembered what Gil was like when they first met: a total dick. "Seriously, who taught you that in order to get laid, you had to harass people? Surely not your parents..."
"Well, uh...see, I got this brother. And he's real good at gettin'...well, thing is, he likes Alphas. And he's real good at getting them, that dorky little shit. Somehow he can just..get 'em. But yeah, so he just sort of...teaches me. Not that I needed teaching! I mean, I taught him a bunch of stuff too!" Gilbert was clearly self conscious.
"Is he an Omega, or...?" Alfred guessed that he wasn't. It wasn't a big deal to him, just different. It was rare to know any Alpha who liked others of his kind due to the general unacceptance of them by society. "Well, your brother's teaching you wrong then. He's teaching you how to pick up Alphas, if anything. Omegas don't appreciate being insulted or grabbed at like a piece of meat. I'm sure you'd get more tail if you were nicer, I mean..." Alfred giggled, "You're not a bad-looking guy. I think you'd pick someone up easily if you were kind about it."
"Yeah, so I've been finding out..." Gilbert always saw Omegas react positively to that treatment in porn. of course, that was porn and porn wasn't very reliable. "I guess you think I'm not as awesome as before, eh? Because you're wrong, I'm the most awesome you're ever going to get." Gilbert was never going to back down about that awesome thing.
"Because you came prematurely? Nah. Just make sure it doesn't happen next time so I can have fun too." Alfred smirked, flicking the boy's nose. "Goofball. I can't believe you haven't orgasmed in two weeks. It seems unnatural for you."
"It is unnatural for me." He had wanted to stretch it out and give Alfred a good bust. Well, that hadn't gone over very well. "I'll make sure to masturbate this week," he snorted, crossing his arms. "Hey, uh, speaking of brothers... You've got one, right? He's on the hockey team, isn't he?" Matthew was the star of the hockey team, there weren't a lot of people who didn't know him.
"Ah, yeah. My twin, Mattie. He's a senior this year. You knew he was on the hockey team?" Alfred inquired, confused by how Gilbert could have known. Did he watch hockey?
"Oh, uh...everyone knows Matthew." Gilbert looked very serious all of the sudden. "Your brother is the reason we've won state like four years in a row. Everyone knows Matthew." And it was surprising, too, since Matthew was a Beta. Betas weren't known for being so aggressive and successful in sports- that was an Alpha thing- but Matthew had really rocked the boat.
"R-really? Mattie's that popular? I mean, I knew he was good, but I didn't think he'd be...wow. Damn he's been modest with me for a while now." Alfred pouted, his face contorted childishly. "'Oh I'm alright but my team is really what's great', my ass! I'm so getting him for that later."
Gilbert couldn't help but cackle. "Come on, I'll show you." He yanked up his pants, his knotting having since gone down. He pulled them out into the main hall fo the building, which housed the hockey rink, the basketball court, and the doors that lead out to the foootball field. He pointed to the big glass case beside the basketball display. "There's the hockey bullshit and your brothers twenty million trophies."
Alfred was surprised by the amount. Wow, his brother really was good at the sport. The Omega wondered if he was planning to go pro. As he scanned the shelves, his eyes fixated on a certain photo from 18 years ago. Holding the trophy front and center, with a slightly cocky, but warm smirk, stood Ivan. A very young, teenage Ivan. Holy shit. Alfred gawked and pointed at the picture, "Whoa, Mr. Braginsky used to go here?" It was undeniable him. With his tall, strong build and his thick, silver hair...his pale skin and strong nose, there was no way it couldn't be Ivan. The muscles on the guy...Alfred now knew where his physique came from. Damn, Ivan was...pretty fucking hot back then. Of course he was now as well, but, well, how had he not found a mate?
"Oh, yeah. Braginsky went here. I dunno, he's only got trophies from one year. He was pretty good at hockey too, I guess. But your brother is better." Gilbert didn't really seem to care much about Mr. Braginsky. He just wanted to focus on Matthew. That or he was focusing on Matthew more because he hated Mr. Braginsky. "Why does it matter?"
"Oh, I just found it interesting. I mean, I thought he was from Russia or whatever. I guess he moved here pretty young..." Alfred feigned disinterest, but he would definitely be asking Ivan about it later. How dare he not inform him that he used to go to that specific school. Alfred tried to change the subject, "So, what about your brother? Does he do anything?" Alfred actually didn't know anything about Gilbert's brother. "What class is he?"
"Oh, Lud's a class 1." Much to Gilbert's disdain. He was supposed to be the bigger, older, wiser brother. He was supposed to be on top. "And he's on the football team, but he's not very serious about it. He spends more time studying than much else. He's way too serious. He spoils everything and he never jokes around with me." Gilbert's life was so awful. It was pitiful.
"Sounds like an interesting guy." Alfred noted sardonically. "What grade's he in?"
"Oh, Lud's a junior. And already he's gearing up for college. I mean, I'm about ready to move out of the house and I'm not even ready for college." Not that he was really...trying. He wanted to go to college, of course, but he didn't exactly want to worry about it either.
"You're not ready for college? Aren't you a senior?" Alfred questioned, surprised at that. "Might want to get a move on that then. Time's running out, man." Gilbert didn't really seem like the responsible type anyway.
"I know that, I don't need another lecture, god..." Gilbert made a face at Alfred. "Whatever, I can do whatever I want in life." It wasn't like he would ever get a particularly good job anyway, what with him being a class 3 and all. Sure it would be an okay job he could get, but...he didn't particularly want an okay job.
Alfred's expression tightened. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were under so much pressure. Where do you want to work anyway?" He was truly curious about what on Earth a teenager like Gilbert would want to be in the future.
"Well, it's none of your business... But I kinda wanna go into the medical field." He tried to make it sound nonchalant, by not saying 'doctor'. That was what he wanted, but he knew he couldn't make it. That was a class 2 deal. He was just one class short... "Not that it matters, I mean, only the better classes can go down the ladder..." Goddamn privileged assholes.
A small frown tugged at Alfred's lips. "Well...that really sucks. I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to Gilbert's cheek; it didn't mean much of anything, but the boy always did it to his brother to comfort him. "Isn't there a chance though? I mean, I'm an Omega and I want to be an engineer. Maybe if you're good enough, they'll accept you too. Times are changing, you know. Classes still dictate our lives, but...society's learning to be flexible. Maybe you can make it."
"Yeah, they're flexible for the ones up top. If a class 1 wanted to be a doctor no problem, but a class 3? No way." Gilbert took a deep breath, but smiled and patted his cheek at the kiss. "Thanks for the kiss, doll. How about another for good luck. This time on the lips." Gil patted his lips with the tips of his fingers and puckered up, waiting.
Alfred was discontented by the response and felt bad for Gil's situation...but not enough to warrant a kiss on the lips. Smacking the Alpha in the back of the head, Alfred snorted, "Come on, you were doing so well for a minute there. You know, not being a goofball."
Gilbert laughed and started walking towards the door. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'd rather be a goofball than be serious all the time. Being serious takes all the fun out of life! I don't want to end up like my brother." ...Well, he wanted to be in his brother's class.
"Hmm, maybe so. Besides, you wouldn't be Gilbert if you weren't a little goofy." Alfred laughed, walking with him. "Though I would suggest being nicer to Omegas when you hit on them. Seriously, you might see better results if you do."
"We'll see about that," Gilbert snorted, rolling his eyes. "So, uh... Practice is over, I think I'm gonna head home. You got a ride?" Because he could take Alfred home if he needed. Not that he really had any other way of transportation besides walking. He didn't live far enough away to warrant a car being used.
"Ah, yeah. My pop's picking me up; he should be here by now. Thanks for the concern though." He smiled as he retrieved his bag. "I'll see you tomorrow, Gil!"
"Yeah, uh, tomorrow. Right. See you..." Gilbert waved briefly before he started walking the other way, an indecent blush coming over his cheeks as he watched Alfred go. He just had to let it go.
Alfred pulled on the straps of his backpack as he began to whistle, heading out to the roundabout in front of the school. Sure enough Pop's car was sitting right there, as expected. A wide grin blooming on his face, the boy quickly strode to the car before sliding in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Hey, Pop. Sorry I'm a little later than usual. I was talking to a friend."
Francis nodded and smiled as he saw Alfred, chipper and carefree as usual. "Oui, oui. Not a problem. Which friend was it?" Despite being known as the more permissive parent, he was also a little more...nosy, in his children's affairs. Before he'd only had Matthew to dig his nose into. Now he had Alfred.
"Oh, Gilbert. He's on the team; we talk sometimes." Usually after Alfred blows him but like hell he was telling his pop that.
"Oh, that is nice. I am glad you are fitting well into public school, mon cher." Francis patted him on the shoulder and kept his eyes on the road as they puttered along down the road. "How were classes? And practice?"
"Yeah. I mean, it sucked at first, but now that I have some Alpha friends who got my back I'm enjoying it well enough." Alfred relaxed in his seat. "Classes are going well. Mr. Braginsky's a great tutor. And I might become the starting point guard for the basketball team!" Things were going pretty well for Alfred, he had to admit.
"Oh good. Per'aps Monsieur Braginsky would like to come over for dinner at some point, hm? He seems to be a big part of your life, we should get to know him better." Francis smirked and glanced over at his son. "You seem rather chipper today, something different happen?"
"Hmm? Um, no. Not really. Just had practice and talked to a friend. Why do you ask?" Alfred inquired. Was he radiating a happier vibe than normal? He felt no different.
"Oh, you just seemed to be...a little more aglow today." Perhaps it was just a nicer day for Alfred. Francis pulled into the driveway and got out, leading them both to the door. "Tutoring or practice tomorrow?"
"Both. I'll need you to pick up at the regular time." Alfred replied, dragging his backpack into the doorway with them. He set his things aside.
Nodding, Francis hung up his jacket and motioned for Alfred to follow him into the kitchen. "Come here, I want you to help me prep for dinner." He didn't really need help, he just liked having the company. And dinner wasn't going to need to be prepped for another two hours or so, but again, he just liked having the company. He rarely got to have Alfred there anymore.
"Oh, sure, Pop. What should I do?" Alfred followed the man into the kitchen, approaching the sink. He began to wash his hands, scrubbing him with soap and water.
"Get out the vegetables for me and wash them, will you? The carrots and some broccoli will do. Oh, and get out some bell peppers, I will need those too." Francis was washing his hands as well, going rather slow. He had plenty of time. "So, Alfred, have you found anyone you're interested in at school? I know that was where I flourished romantically."
Alfred did what he was told but shook his head. "No, not really. There's a lot of hot Alphas there, but I'm not really interested in them romantically." He handed a few carrots to Francis as he continued his search for vegetables.
At the emphasis put on his words, Francis paused for a moment, watching Alfred and smirking. "Well, sometimes the romance doesn't strike you for quite some time. Have you found any Betas that could have caught your eye? Perhaps even Omegas?" Francis was teasing of course. But he would love his son no matter the preferences he had. ...He just wanted to know about them.
Alfred blushed a little at that, "Nah, I don't swing that way. And I'm a class 1 Omega. Betas don't really do me in very well. I much prefer the higher class Alphas. They're just so much sexier." Francis was the sort of parent Alfred could discuss such things with. They both were the submissive part of a relationship; Francis had been the beta to birth him and Mattie. Their commonalities made talking about romance and attraction easy.
"Onhonhon..." Francis looked to his son with a knowing smirk. "Alfred, are you sexually active?" Of course he didn't mean it in a bad way, he just wanted to know so that he could give Alfred tips on how to be safe. "It is perfectly alright if you are, but I would like to know so that we do not encounter any problems."
Well, not that easy. Alfred gasped and nearly dropped the peppers from his arms onto the floor. His face was beet-red as he stared back at Francis with widened eyes. "W-what...why would you ask that? What makes you think I'm sexually active or whatever..."
"Well, from the way you're talking now I can only assume you're interested in Alphas sexually and by your tone of voice you've already experienced it. It is not a bad thing, Alfred. Well, so far as your father does not find out." They all knew that Arthur would blow his top if he heard this kind of talk. But he was a lot less permissive than Francis was about these things.
Alfred blushed heavily at that. Fuck, his pop knew. Well. At least it wasn't his dad. He'd beat his ass if he knew. Swallowing, Alfred spoke, his words scrambled, "O-okay, well, um...yeah. I'm a...little active, I guess. Don't tell Dad. He'd kill me." The teenager's face paled at the thought.
"There is nothing wrong with it, like I told you." Francis snorted as he gave Alfred a little push against his back to get him out of the way. "But you need to tell me if you need anything, oui? Because if you don't tell me and you have a problem, it is all on you to deal with the consequences." Francis wouldn't tell him how to deal with it, but he wasn't going bail Alfred out if he could deal with it himself.
Alfred wasn't too convinced. "So you won't tell Dad? You'll keep it a secret? You know he's more of the traditional type." The blond grimaced, staring at his father with widened, nervous eyes. Arthur wanted him saved for a class 1 Alpha, and Alfred doubted that Ivan was what he had in mind.
"It is your own business whom you choose to share it with, and I'm glad you trust me enough to share." Francis couldn't help but smile, reaching over to ruffle his son's hair. "I will not tell anyone if you do not want me to. However, I want to make sure you are being safe. Are you taking your shots? And using condoms?"
"Ah, yes. Of course. I...kinda would like to use birth control too though. Can you buy me some pills?" Alfred asked sheepishly, feeling awkward discussing sex with his pop. He'd never imagined he'd be so easy-going about it. Although it was awkward, it was rather relieving. One less thing to worry about.
"I do not need to buy you pills, Alfred, I can give you sixty dollars to go down to the clinic and do it yourself." Francis gave Alfred an expectant look, flicking water from his wet hands at the boy. "I'll send you out after dinner when your father is upstairs, he won't notice that you're out for a bit." Arthur wouldn't approve of Alfred taking birth control, even if he wasn't sexually active.
"Okay. Well, thanks." Alfred mumbled, approaching his parent and giving him a warm, tight hug. "I'm glad you're okay with this."
"Well, I can't stop you so I might as well just make sure you are safe." Francis gave Alfred a quick kiss on the temple and gave him a nudge. "Now, go, go, have fun before I send you off to the clinic after dinner. It will be ready when your father gets home."
Alfred nodded and smiled as he ran off upstairs in order to play some games. He liked to play video games with Kiku online occasionally. The Japanese kid was pretty quiet, but man was he a badass at gaming. The boy went off and relaxed, feeling a burden was off of his shoulders. It didn't feel quite like he was just sneaking around anymore. His pop knew about his sexuality activity and was okay with it. It gave him hope for the future.
