A/N- this chapter has an ode to the movie "Joe Dirt" and the hilarious fireworks scene.
Sam allowed his Omega to sleep in. Alfie had been though a sexual circus that entire night on top of losing his virginity. He was exhausted and Sam figured pretty sore.
The Alpha took a shower then headed out in search of food, something healthy and he lucked out by finding a small, family run restaurant called The Little Goat that specialized in free range, organic and generally healthy foods. He ordered them the steel cut oats with maple syrup and diced fruit but added an omelet and a few of the tantalizing cinnamon rolls in the display case plus two large coffees.
He knew little about his Omegas likes and dislikes including his taste in food but Sam looked forward to learning all about his mate.
"Is he my mate? We didn't talk about that but after last night…"
"Sir, your order is ready."
Sam stopped absentmindedly touching the bite mark beneath his tee and paid for his order, then asked the proprietor about this little town. He hadn't explored it really but from the little he'd seen, the place seemed very clean and safe though a bit touristy. It wasn't far from his new place of employment. Sam sure didn't want to live at Spencer's basement forever.
The friendly lady explained that Blue Rock was a very progressive and welcoming little place and yes, it did attract its fair share of tourists in the summertime due to the beautiful state park, lake, great hiking, fishing and campgrounds in addition to the B & B and grand old hotels.
Sam picked up a real estate guide on his way out.
…
Sam spread the food out on the little table by the window and waited to see what Alfie picked out. The Omega went for the omelet and cinnamon rolls leaving Sam with the rest. He kept his eyes on Alfie as he devoured his own breakfast, taking in how the Omega ate and his expressions and mannerisms. Sam found the delicate and careful way he went about eating quite charming.
Alfie frowned, "Why are you staring at me, do I have a booger on my face or something?"
"I'm just taking you all in."
The Omega lowered his eyes, his face turning the color of ripe cherries.
Sam was the careful brother who thought things out before acting but after last night, for the first time in his life, he felt impetuous and caution be damned. He grabbed the Omega's sticky hand and blurted out, "Are you my mate?"
Alfie smiled from ear to ear, "Yes, of course…if you'll have me."
"Let's move in together."
"Where?"
"Here, there, anywhere, I don't know. What I do know is I want to see you every morning when I wake up and every evening I want to hear all about your day over dinner and then go to bed with you every night."
They raced each other to the bed.
Sam placed Alfie on top so he could teach the Omega how to properly ride his exceptional cock like a pro. This time he wasn't as gentle and met the newly deflowered Omega thrust for trust. Right before knotting, Sam grabbed Alfie's little ass with both hands and lifted him just high enough before letting the lightweight Omega drop down hard on his cock.
Alfie let out a scream and for a moment Sam worried he'd really done some damage until the Omega started bouncing enthusiastically on his horsey schlong.
This was a great start to the rest of their lives.
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July 4th Celebration at the Destiel Farm
Dean was pretty pleased with himself over how well the Independence Day party was going. All their family, their friends and the kids' friends were there. The adults brought food for the potluck, leaving Dean to man the grill.
Castiel was the worrier out of the two of them. Dean had a good chuckle as he watched his little people pleaser of a husband work the crowd. Dean was more the "anything goes" kind of spouse and figured as long as no one died on their watch the party would be a success.
…
Castiel found Dean's most likely illegal fireworks stash for the evening and confronted him about it.
He dragged his wife over to the giant cardboard box filled to the brim with every conceivable firework possible, "Dean, none of that looks legal, I told you only sparklers and snakes!"
"Eh, don't worry about it. I swear it's all legal."
"Do you mean to tell me that black cats, kick butt and screaming mimis are legal?"
"Sure, why not."
"You expect me to believe that lady fingers, fuzz buttles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, zippy do das and crap blasters are safe?!"
"Sure, cause I'm a pro."
"You are going to stand there and tell me that, whistling bungholes, spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honky lighters, hoosker dos and hoosker don'ts, cherry bombs, nipsy daisers…."
Dean jumped in, "with or without the scooter stick."
"…and whistling kitty chasers are legal?"
With a straight face, Dean nodded affirmative, "Yup, all legal. Don't worry so much Cas, I've got it all planned out. Now go pull that stick out of your pretty little ass and go get me a beer."
Castiel walked away grumbling things like, "who is the Alpha around here" and "my wife a bossy bottom."
….
Guests either watched from their tents or from blankets spread over the grass as the fireworks show began.
Jack spotted Beau sitting on a plaid blanket with dark eyed beauty Isabelle Bello.
Since their conversation at the pool party, Beau had mostly been MIA. Jack did see him at movies once but Beau only greeted Jack with a wave before taking seat several rows back with his date Isabelle and this about broke Jack's tender, inexperienced little heart.
Despite presenting in spring, it seemed everyone still treated him like a child even though Jack felt like an old soul almost his entire life. To add salt to the wound, he was sure no one noticed how he filled out and shot up a couple inches already.
Actually there was one person who noticed.
"Can I sit with you guys?"
Beau looked up to find Jack looking down at him with a serious as a heart attack look on his adorable face. Before he could answer, Jack sat beside him.
Enveloped in darkness, they watched the fireworks display. With Isabelle on one side of him and Jack on the other, Beau was sweating like a whore in church. When he felt Jack's fingers brushed against his, he froze.
Emboldened by the fact the teen didn't move his hand away; Jack held his hand. Beau's palm was clammy but that was ok, all that mattered was the feel of the older boy's fingers interlaced with his.
During an especially bright fireworks display which sent stream after stream of lights into to air, bursting with color, Isabelle could see Jack and Beau were holding hands. She let go of her boyfriend's thigh like she'd been burned.
When Isabelle got up and ran, Beau released Jack's hand and followed after her shouting, "Izzy, what's wrong?"
Feeling like a total reject, Jack spent the rest of the party locked in his room.
….
Alfie pointed skyward, "That one is so cool! Dean really went all out."
Sam was too busy watching his mate's facial expressions to notice anything else.
Life was changing quickly for the couple. Sam found them an apartment in Blue Rock within their meager price range just last month and they moved right in together. Scotty and Spencer donated a few pieces of furniture, enough to get them started. So far, everything was going well between the two of them. Fucking like rabbits every single night sure hadn't hurt their relationship either.
"Oh, I'm gonna be sick." Alfie grabbed his stomach before lurching to the side and puking up everything he ate at the BBQ. Sam knelt beside him, holding back his bangs with one hand while rubbing Alfie's back with the other. Sam helped him up and practically carried the sick Omega into the farm house and straight to the bathroom.
Sam felt helpless as he watched Alfie dry heave over the toilet. When it was finally over, Sam, ever the gentleman, helped Alfie off with his damp, puke covered shirt then washed the Omegas pale face with a warm, wet cloth.
Alfie protested, "I can do it myself, Sam. I'm not a baby."
"You're my baby, now hold still," satisfied he got all of it off, Sam dropped the washcloth in the sink. He held Alfie's face with both hands, "Are you ok?"
"I just ate too much," he named off the extensive list, "I had two hot dogs, potato salad, beans and one of every dessert on the table…oh, and two beers. I just need to shower and brush my teeth and I'll feel better."
The Alpha still looked concerned so Alfie gave him a task, "Why don't you hunt me down some antacid and a can of sparkling water."
Sam sprung into action.
Dean had followed behind his brother and Alfie into the house and waited out of sight as he eavesdropped on their conversation. Once Sam left the bathroom, Dean went in where Alfie was busy rinsing out his shirt and the washcloth in the bathtub.
"When are you gonna tell Sammy?"
Alfie, still on his knees, replied, "Tell him what?"
"That you're knocked up."
TBC