It was odd that he hadn’t seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
“ I’m coming in.” He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasn’t even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didn’t know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldn’t smell techies rut.Techie’s sharp inhale of shock doesn’t help the situation. Matt’s own smell is seeping into everything Techie owns; his sheets, his clothes, his heated skin. It’s all too much. The warm hand palming at his cock sends a spark of desperate need up his spine, curved in as it is to make himself smaller.
“Matt, Mattie, oh stars-” His mech eyes whirr and dilate even further until there’s hardly any blue left to his irises, just an inky black void that threatens to suck Matt right in. Techie leans forward and rests his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, burying his nose in the crook of his neck and breathing, kissing. He smells divine, dizzyingly magnetic, and Techie wraps his arms around his best friend’s neck and drags him back onto the bed.
“You want this, w-with me? You’re sure?” This isn’t normal. Two alphas, together? Was Matt in rut, too? Well… Who was Techie to leave his Mattie in such a state? Stigma be damned. They’d make it work against the odds.
The lips on his neck made matt gasp head rolling to the side to expose more of the flesh to techie. He knew why he was doing this. He was hoping unconsciously for techie to bite into his bonding gland and claim him. Sometimes he couldn’t fight his biology, his hormones.
“ why wouldn’t I want this? Techie I really like you and right now you smell so good.”
He practically said the words with a desperate whine. Techie was in rut and his body was telling him to let him fuck him, to help satisfy the alphas needs.
“ you need this let me help you.”
He rolled them until Techie was resting on top of him hands wrapping around his neck. Slowly his hips rolled up into techies. It was getting hard to focus with techie so close his scent driving him crazy.
Techie’s heated gasps echoed in the room. He was so close to cumming just from this clumsy fumbling. His feelings for Matt magnified every ounce of pleasure in tandem with the hyper-arousal of his rut, leaving Techie helpless against the hot friction between their erections. With every hip shift, Techie let out a breathy moan until he pressed their foreheads together and said, “Mattie, hah, l-let me…” He breaks off and fumbles with his pants to signal that they should undress before this goes any further.
He’s overheated and horny as hell; Techie can’t survive another instant with this torturous amount of fabric suffocating him. Pulling away further, Techie hurriedly wiggles out of his shirt and pants, exposing his flushed skin and the sweat-drenched boxers that hardly contain his leaking erection.
Coy, he takes Matt’s big hands in his own and guides them onto the hem of his underwear.
TechieHux 