Groceries and Summer Heat

Armie woke up to the smell of bacon.

He didn't feel Timmy on his chest, and moved an arm to his side, not there either. He groaned and opened his eyes, thanking an already gone Timmy for leaving the lights off, Armie couldn't count the amount of times he had complained to Timmy how the overly bright lights were killing his eyes. He enjoyed the actual sunlight much more than the overly artificial light from the overhead lamp, his Alpha eyes were slighter more sensitive in sunlight yet he had perfect night vision, while Timmy's were amazing in light and he couldn't find his own hand in the dark. Armie's night advantage led to many night escapades through the house.

He threw off the covers and stumbled to the bathroom, grabbing his bath robe off the door hanger and messily tying it around his waist. Looking in the mirror as he washed his face with a bit of water, he lifted his nose into the air.

He could smell the bacon, the eggs and toast, the fresh squeezed orange juice, because Timmy was just too fucking good for Armie like really what other Omega bought oranges just to freshly squeeze juice for their Alpha, and something he just couldn't quiet put his finger on. It was a warm smell, not so much like the Louisiana heat but along the lines of a sunny day in your childhood backyard, which was oddly specific. Armie shook his head and left the bathroom, bounding downstairs to the kitchen.

Timothée had woken up early, a persistent itch tickling his skin. He had been plastered against Armie's chest, cheek smushed against a hairy chiseled peck that, following the events earlier that night, had been covered in sweat and remnants of cum. He had unwound the golden arm from his chest, narrowly missing clenching fingers and the tightening of said arm, and had made his way to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet to let any stray cum leave his tender hole.

He stood and flushed the toilet after emptying his bladder, making a face when he heard Armie's snoring pause, hoping he hadn't woken him up, and sighed when the snoring resumed. Timothée brushed his teeth and threw on one of Armie's dirty shirts, seeing as it passed the sniff test, and made his way out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the dark kitchen.

The fridge had only a few things; bacon, a hard boiled egg, a half eaten container of prosciutto, an unopened pound of bacon, a few slices of bread and a large red bag of oranges. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Timothée was fast on his feet, grabbing a pan and laying down all the bacon, Armie could eat a whole pound if he didn't stop him first, throwing the last of the bread in the toaster oven and getting to juicing the oranges.

He didn't hear Armie come downstairs, to into juicing the last couple of oranges, knowing he would need to strain the juice next because orange juice pulp was terrible. He felt the warm arms go around his waist and pull him back to a robe covered chest.

"Finally awake I see, I was scared I was gonna have to eat all of this by myself." Timothée turned his head to the side, giving Armie's cheek an open mouthed kiss. He put down the last orange to turn into Armie's chest, lips sliding along the stubbled face to find purchase on the dry lips of his Alpha. Their tongues danced for a few moments, they were still a bit sluggish from sleep, and Timothée was the first to pull back.

He walked away from Armie, making his way to the pan to put the bacon on a paper towel covered plate, taking the bread from the oven and straining, and pouring them both a glass of juice. Armie smiled at the sight before him; his Omega taking care of him, Timmy trying his hardest to please his Alpha.

They ate their breakfast, speaking about their plans for the day, Armie had agreed to go with Timmy to the store since they were desperately low on food, and that was basically it. They had spent months doing the press tour for their movie, and Timmy had worked twice as hard trying to promote Lady Bird, and now they were finally getting a few months break. Armie had taken them to his Los Angeles house, he preferred his Texas one but Texas was much too hot for Timmy, and they had just kept to themselves, sleeping most days, maybe taking a walk in a park. Yes they did spend 98% of their time fucking but you couldn't blame them since they rarely had alone time on the press tour.

"I'll do the dishes, you get dressed, I wanna get out and get food before it starts to rain, the forecast said a super high chance of thunderstorms and I'm not letting you get sick and you should check your calendar cause either I'm going crazy," he shoveled down his last pieces of bacon, "or your heat is gonna hit soon and as much as I love to kiss you in public I'd rather not fuck you in the produce aisle in Trader Joe's." He stood and took both their plates, ignoring Timmy's blush, he kissed him on the head as he passed by, and started doing the dishes.

Timothée made his way to the bathroom, eyeing the heat calendar as he brushed his teeth. He eyed that Wednesday, seeing the red sharpie through the first week of February. He spit into the sink, ignoring the down-faced post it note under the calendar, probably just a reminder to buy more baking soda toothpaste.

He walked into their bedroom, throwing the dirty clothes into the hamper and the torn ones into the trash can, made the bed, and threw off his clothes. He eyed himself in the bedroom mirror.

He had more than a few bite marks, finger shaped bruises that had come from Armie getting carried away the night before, and his hair was sprawled all over in every direction. He walked to his dresser, looking at the various articles of clothes, deciding on a pair of jeans and a baggy tank. He was running his fingers through his hair when Armie returned, the man dropping his robe, cock already half hard.

He shook out his hair, strutting over to Armie and gripped the quickly hardening cock. He dropped to his knees, eye level with the weeping cock and kissed the head, the salty pre-cum staining his lips, wet tongue jutting out to have a taste. His hands shot out to hold Armie's hips in place, wanting to be in control.

He opened his mouth and took the head in in, hollowed cheeks sucking at the hard cock. He lightly bobbed his head back and forth, one hand sliding down his hip to rub at the large balls swinging under the cock. He rubbed them in his fingers, rolling each ball between his nimble fingers. He took a bit more of the cock, trying to hold back the man's thrusting hips. Timothée's own cock was hard and weeping, red head leaking pre-cum on his thigh, but his hands were occupied.

The hard cock reached the back of his throat, only half of the length in his mouth, the rest now being jacked back and forth between Timmy's only free hand, the other still rubbing the hardening ball sack.

Armie grabbed at the black locks and thrusted forward, wanting to feel Timmy's warmth on his complete length, loving the feel of it sliding down his warm throat. Timmy choked a bit, breathing through his nose was not his forte, though let Armie take back control, his now free hand moving down the stroke his own cock.

Armie, strangely enough, could feel the oncoming pressure of his knot at the base of his dick. He used Timmy's hair as leverage to pull himself out of his mouth, but still held him there, not exactly done with him yet. Armie savagely jacked off his cock, eyes gazing at his omega's own glassy ones, chasing his release. He came with a moan, cum shooting out of his dick and hitting Timmy square in the face.

He made sure to hit his eyes, his nose, his chin and his lips, practically every place on Timmy's face, knowing that coming on him would make Armie's smell on him even more potent. It must've been five minutes later when his cock finally stopped shooting copious amounts of cum, instead a constant dribble was leaving his cockhead.

Timmy leaned forward and took the head in his mouth, purring at the taste of his Alpha's cum sliding down his throat into his belly. Armie rubbed his hands through the dark curls, loving the sight of his thoroughly debauched Timmy. They stayed in that position for ten more minutes, Timothée finally releasing Armie's cock and standing up. He smiled at Armie, drying cum on his face and shirt making him look all more like the omega's Armie use to furiously jack off to when he was in college.

"You owe me mister I was fully dressed before you decided to go caveman on me." Timothée looked in the mirror and gasped at his appearance.

"If I remember correctly you came onto me, I just happened to walk in naked and you couldn't help yourself."

"Oh really I just couldn't help myself, lets see what happens the next time I happen to be naked around you." Armie smiled at Timmy and started to get dressed, his brows furrowing as Timmy walked by him, a sweet scent on his tail. His hand shot out, gripping Timmy and pulling him close, sticking his nose in his neck and smelling him.

He pulled away with raised eyebrow, "Shit, you are going into heat." He let go of the arm and moved with haste, throwing on a red tracksuit, raising an eyebrow at the still Timmy.

"While I love the way you look, I don't think the general public will. Just clean your face, but leave the tank on." Timothée mimics him but complies, wiping dried cum from his face and hair, making sure he looks half decent. He throws on a pair of slip on sandals and they leave the house, Armie decided to take the Tesla out for a spin. The nearest store was a Trader Joe's, nearest being thirty minutes away.

Timothée spent the car ride looking out the window, left hand resting on Armie's right thigh. He liked to do that, rest his hand on Armie's thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the cloth covered skin. The first time he had done it Armie had popped a boner, he had claimed that just Timmy's simply touch made him hard. But now, years later, the simple touch was just that, a simple touch.

Trader Joe's wasn't too packed, which was good for Armie because he didn't need a bunch of random people smelling his Timmy while he was so close to his heat. They made it through the store pretty quickly, picking up necessities that would last the next couple of days, they needed just enough that Armie wouldn't run out of food to give a heat ridden Timmy. Timothée made sure to grab his favorite chocolate snacks and a few boxes of crackers, as well as a jug of lemonade. Armie tried his best to hide a snarl when the teenage Beta cashier gave Timmy a few more eye run downs than necessary.

They packed the bags back into the car and sped back home, the thunderclouds hovering above their car looked ready to let loose more rain than anyone would appreciate. Bringing in the bags and locking up the car was a minimal task for Armie, as well as turning up the heater.

"What's the plan for the rest of the day old man? We can't just sit around till my heat hits…" Timothée put a finger to his lips and made a thoughtful face, mind racking for things to pass the time. He shrugged his shoulder and pulled off his tank, dropping it to the floor as he walked to their bedroom, as well as unbuttoning his jeans. He went up the stairs as he let his jeans slide down his legs, toeing off his socks, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers that hugged his ass in all the right ways.

Armie picked up the tank and bounded up the stairs, smirking at the nearly naked Timmy. He pulled off his own tracksuit and stood in front of Timmy, long hands reaching down the grab the boxers, snapping them against Timmy's waist.

"I though you said we had to do something productive, not just wait around for your heat." Armie smirked as he spoke, walking to the bed and flopping down, "Yet you bring me back to our bed, not very productive I would say."

Timothée smiled and flopped on top of Armie, arms holding him over the Alpha. His curls fell over his face, making Armie see only him.

"Can we just chill, at least for now?" Armie gathered Timmy in his arms and got them under the covers, smiling as Timmy rested his face on his chest. The room was dark, the light never having been turned on and the outside sky making the room all more dim. Armie fell into sleep first, the smoothing smell of Timmy assuring his Alpha that it was safe to sleep.

Timmy was wide awake, thoughts of heat and pups running circles in his mind.

Armie woke up to Timmy bouncing in his lap, breathy moans leaving the heat ridden Omega's lips. His skin was not its usual pale, it was instead a peachy shade, a rose hue overtaking his face and chest. A thin sheen of sweat covered his chest, droplets of water sliding down his pink nipples and dipping into his naval. One of his hands was stuffed in his curls, holding them back from his forehead, and the other was jacking off his red weeping cock. His cock was standing straight up, pre-cum sliding down the sides like a water fountain, the pearly cream landing on Armie's hips. His thighs were shaking, he had spent the last thirty minutes lifting himself and slamming back down onto his Alpha's cock, wishing he could come, even just a little bit.

Armie stared at Timmy, the feeling of sleep evaporating faster than water in the Sahara. He growled as he sat up, grabbing Timmy's ass and thrusting forward, going balls deep in his tight little ass. His thrusts were tight, balls stuck to Timmy's skin and a sweat building on Armie's skin.

"Le-Let-Let me commeeeee!" Timothéenearly screamed as he felt Armie's knot from, the large bulbous knot forcing it's way into his ass, too much cum to handle forcing it's way into his more than willing body. He let out a low moan and fell forward, wincing as the knot tried to tug him back. He let himself take a few breaths before he felt the heat return, hand going to jack off his cock, coming instantly over his Alpha's chest.

"You're gonna have to give me a second Timmy, I don't have stamina like I used to." Armie chuckled then groaned when his knot slipped free from Timmy's ass, a mountain of cum sliding out as well. He sat up, eyeing a hungry looking Timmy, and grabbed his arm, tugging him closer.

"Wait here." He kissed the sweaty shoulder and stood, walking to the closet and pulling out a cardboard box. He fished through it, smiling when he found it. He turned towards his heat hungry mate and showed him just how to help.

"I want you to use this when I'm getting food or taking a shower, so at least you won't miss me too much."

He was holding a replica of his cock, veins and all, the whole toy a nice bronze color. It was huge, just like the real thing, and had a button on the base that would inflate a knot to lock itself inside Timmy. It was a perfect replica that would satisfy him in the late hours of the night or just when Armie would have to run downstairs to get food.

Timothée eyed it, reaching forward to grab it, his heat ridden brain trying to understand what his Alpha wanted him to do. He sat facing a standing Armie, legs splayed out in front of him. He placed the toy at his entrance and pushed in, moan escaping his red lips. He thrusted it in and out, falling back to the bed, one hand sliding to his chest to pinch his nipples. He came in record time, more pearly cum hitting his chest.

Armie made his way to the bathroom, returning with a cloth to clean his sticky chest. He kissed Timmy's swollen lips and held him as he drifted off, knowing this was just the beginning.

Timothee woke up in a haze, brain having only thoughts of mate and fuck and Armie. He looked around the bed, wanting his Alpha. He stood on shaky legs, moaning as his sore muscles cried out. Stumbling out of the room, led only by his nose, he found himself in the kitchen, Armie standing naked by the oven, the smell of pizza in the air.

"Good, you're up. I'm kinda hungry so I threw a pizza in, it'll take about twenty minutes, think you can survive till then?"

Armie loved Timmy like this, fucked out, hair in his eyes and body covered in bruises and bite marks. He was barely lucid, and Armie could see his cock was getting hard. Armie decided to just be a little cruel to him, but only because he loved him.

He walked to the fridge and took out a specific piece of fruit, one he had bought that Timmy was unaware of. He took a soft bite and let the juices flow down his chin.

"Are you serious man, that's so immature."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Armie took another bite of the peach, moaning at the sweetness. He loved to eat peaches in front of Timmy, made them feel more like Elio and Oliver, like they were back in Crema. He knew Timmy always called him stupid or immature for doing it, but he just couldn't resist.

He took another bite, then another, completely aware of Timmy's growing erection, and sucked on the pit. He chucked it into the garbage and walked to Timmy, getting on his knees. Armie took the hard cock into his mouth, groaning when his nose hit his pelvic bone and he felt the tip at the back of his throat. He felt Timmy grab his hair, trying to jut his hips farther down Armie's throat, and he came rather quickly.

His warm salty cum shot down Armie's throat, Timmy moaning and thrusting his hips forward. Armie pulled away and stood, arms pulling Timmy closer. He heard him murmur something, and asked him to repeat it.

"Elio." Armie smiled.

"I love you too Timmy." He kissed the mop of black curls, loving the smell of home, love, and burning food?

"My pizza!"

The rest of Timothée's heat passed by in a blur of fucking and sleeping, an occasional bathroom break as well as food run to the kitchen. It was the last day of his heat, and he was almost completely lucid. He was able to speak full sentences and actually control his body while they were fucking, which they had just finished doing.

"Lemme go pee and wash my chest off, be back in a sec." He slipped from the bed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He rested against the oak door, taking in a deep breath. He took a step forward, stopping when he felt something stick his foot. He bent down, a light groan leaving his lips.

It was a post-it note, he shrugged as it had probably just fallen off the calendar. He turned it over, hoping there was a date so he could put it back up. The blood drained from his face when he read the bolded words.

Don't forget to get a refill on your birth control pills before your heat! You have none so go now before you forget!

-Armie, aka,the best Alpha ever

Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit holy shit holy fucking shit how stupid can you fucking be Timothée you are so fucked holy shi-

"You okay babe? Need me or are you fine?" Timothée shook his head, wiling away the worrisome thoughts and trying to not fucking cry like a weak omega that had just fucked over his whole life not to mention Armie oh god this was terrible. He shut his eyes, willing away any tears and putting on a weak smile.

"I'm f-fine Armie. Everything is fine."