By this point, Matthew knew that he should stop being surprised by Alfred's actions, since the guy had a habit of surprising him all too often, but once again, as the Omega shoved his backpack aside and shifted onto his hands and knees to crawl forward with what could be called a 'leer' on his face... Matt was surprised.
Shoving himself back against the grilled air vent behind him with a soft clank in his surprise, the Alpha sucked in a sharp breath as Alfred grinned at him and moved onto his lap, straddling his legs as he lazily wrapped his arms around the other teen's neck. Feeling the Omega pressed in close enough that Matthew could feel his belt buckle digging into his abs, the Canadian clenched his hands at his side, unsure of what to do with them.
Chest to chest, crotch to crotch, Matthew's whole form was stuff and unyielding, unlike Alfred's, which just seemed to melt against him. Even though Al's current scent was hidden by a chemical overlay, the smell that remained on his own body, from the night before, which he had spent with the Al's pheromone dosed shirt, sudden became very noticeable to the Alpha. His mouth then went dry and his palms became damp with sweat as his heart sped up rapidly.
Alfred chuckled at Matt's reaction. Thanks to the pills keeping his biological urges in check, covering his scent, and messing with his own sense of smell, he wasn't effected by the other's sudden peak in scent. In fact, Al didn't notice it at all. "Geez man, chill out. I'm just sitting on ya, no big deal." He said, obviously more used to physical contact then Matthew was, but apparently oblivious to how much the scent of an Omega in heat, even just the lingering scent of one, could really have on an Alpha, even a fairly meek one like himself.
Of course, Matthew could have explained all of that to Alfred, right there and then. Told him about how hard it was to fight his urges, and about the risks he was putting himself in by placing an Alpha in such a position, or he could have even just shoved the Omega off of him. Either way, had he done that, he probably could have put an end to all of this right away, and solved the issue with no real harm done... but Matt found that, well... he really didn't want to.
Not when Alfred's weight and warmth had been exactly what his body had been craving since last night, when he had been left with nothing more then a shirt to cuddle and his dreams.
Matt clenched his teeth as the memories of THOSE dreams started to come back to him, and he pressed his legs together tightly.
"Come on. Loosen up. Pretend you got the Omega you've been waiting for all your life, right here in your lap... Are you just gonna sit there, stiff as a board?"
Matthew didn't respond to the other's question, only fidgeted some as he bit his lower lip and looked away, resulting in a sigh from Al. "Look at me." The Omega ordered blandly as he reached to grab Matt's chin and force the Alpha do as he said. "If you don't look at your partner, they're gonna feel insecure. Like I keep reminding ya, you're an Alpha. You gotta be bold." He stated, and when Matt still didn't do anything, realized that he had to take charge. Again.
"Put your hands on my waist or hips..." Alfred mumbled, eyes half lidded as he moved his face slowly in closer. "Not any lower, though..." He trailed off briefly, his breath moist on the Alpha's lips. "You gotta be bold, but respectful." The Omega added, right before pressing his slightly chapped lips over the thin, sealed line that was Matt's mouth. "Gotta hold them tight, but ya can't just go groping them all over, not unless you want them to think you're just using them for sex." Al finished his minor lecture before going in for another kiss, softly rubbing his lips sensually over the Canadian's, and absently releasing Matthew's chin to slide his hand over to cup the other young man's cheek.
Al closed his eyes, moving his free hand up to rub over Matthew's hard chest while he attempted to deepen the kiss, but Matt remained frozen and unresponsive under the Omega, in a sort of shocked daze, as his mind tried to make sense of what was happening and what he wanted to do, compared to what he should do.
He was snapped out of it a moment later, however, when he felt a sharp pain as Alfred brutally pinched and twisted his nipple through the cloth of his t-shirt. "OW! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Matt exclaimed in a sudden shout of pain, shoving Al away (only a little) so that he could reach up and rub at the sore nub. "What was that for!?" Matt glared angrily and got the same glare back in reply, as Al moodily crossed his arms over his chest.
"For not paying attention! God dammit Matt! If you want to know how to kiss and junk, you gotta freakin' join in! I mean, I'm doing this for YOUR benefit, not my own!" He complained, dramatically throwing his arms in the air as he spoke.
Alfred tended to talk a lot with his hands, a distant part of Matthew's mind noted.
Pushing that silly, unrelated thought aside, the Alpha frowned, his brows drawn together in frustration.
That hadn't really seemed like a good enough reason for the other try and rip his nipple off, and Matt would have told Alfred so, too... except that at that moment, the Omega huffed, ran a hand though his hair, and looked away with the cutest pout on his face...
"So... you gonna fuckin' kiss me, or not?" Alfred then turned his head back to look him in the face and ask, before Matthew had had a chance to say anything in reply. Not that he really knew what to say, what Al kept saying stuff like that.
Actually, after a moment of thought, Matt knew exactly what he wanted to say, and swallowing to moisten his mouth and throat, spoke. "Okay." He agreed, voice a little jumpy, but his previous irritation was completely pushed aside without as much as a second thought, though, considering the stuff that he dealt with from Al normally, with the addiction of pheromones from the previous day, it wasn't that surprising that it was so easy to forgive his actions this time, especially as the sandy blond wiggled forward in his lap, moving back to his previous position.
This time, Alfred didn't have to tell the Alpha to wrap his arms around his waist. Matt did it on his own, pulling the Omega snugly against his chest and mimicking Al's kiss from earlier, starting off slow before urging the Omega to open his mouth for him with a gentle nip to his lower lip.
Al gasped at the light bite, letting his eyes fall shut, but didn't complain. Parting his lips, he sucked in a breath as Matthew's tongue invade his mouth, and the sandy blond teen clenched at the Alpha's shirt, gripping the cloth in his hands as Matt kissed kissed him, giving it everything that he had.
When they finally broke apart and opened their eyes to look at each other, they bother were short of breath.
Taking a few deep breaths though his nose as his breathing returned to normal, Alfred then licked his lips. "Wow... you really suck at kissing, you know that?" He said, as straight forward as always.
Matthew's face went even redder at the comment and he gawked at the insult. "Shut up! It's not like I've ever done this before!" He defended, embarrassed, and Alfred, being the kind person that he was, laughed at him again.
Why did he even deal with Alfred? Seriously?
"Heh, don't worry man, we all gotta start somewhere." Al smiled at him again, his face lit up brightly in his amusement, and Matt felt his annoyance slip away. That was why he dealt with Alfred. The Omega might be a rude, pain in his butt at times, but he always had good intentions in mind,(even if his ideas weren't always well thought out,) so it was hard to fault him too badly on his occasional complete lack of social skills.
Plus... Matthew kinda really liked kissing him.
"Alright, so like... Kiss me again. This time with less tongue." The Omega spoke up and Matthew blinked.
''Speak of the Devil', eh?' The Canadian thought warily, but then again, a different idioms said not to, 'look a gift horse in the mouth,' and that seemed like a good enough reason just to go with it, so Matt kissed Alfred again... and again and again, well into their next period.