Work Text:
Hadn't it been for the dire situation he was in, the sculptor would be anywhere but in that bar that evening. Hell, for all he cared, he wouldn't even have went, but one of his "friends" — that is to say, one of the people in his course who he'd been paired with a few times already — had insisted on the man coming.
" You focus on your project too much! " the fellow student began speaking once again, through sips of his drink, " Really, Philippe, you should relax! Enjoy the evening, after all, Im paying anyways! " he joked, although, not even a snicker came from the sculptor's lips.
The ravenette had ulterior motives for coming anyways, a secret even, one he kept very well hidden from the rest of his peers. It just so happened that the sculptor had entered his heat season, thankfully, suppressants were usually enough to let him actually work and funtion regularly for a day or so, but he had to admit, maybe a fling wouldn't be so bad either...
Thing is — no one really knew of him being an omega, he kept the fact hidden very well, wich meant he would have to somehow distance himself from the man that accompanied him to the bar in the first place — God, he'd rather perish than let people he was forced to be around every day find out about it.
For some reason, he'd decided that the best corse of action was to get up without a word, ignoring the questions the other was spewing with slurred words thanks to the alcohol he'd clearly had too much of. Instead, he headed to the counter of the bar, sitting on a stool with his legs crossed and looking around for a man that seemed braindead enough to offer him a drink. Now, where would an inebriated and pathetic man sit...
" Hey, pretty boy! " Bingo.
A table full of clearly drunk men called him over — and to his dismay, none of them were really attractive, but oh well. He got up from his seat and headed over to them, with a tempting smile on his lips, leaning down with his hands on the edges of the table, maybe he'd allow himself to be a little teasing tonight.
" Oh, how nice, really I was starting to think of leaving since no one noticed me, or even offered me a drink... " The bunch of men quickly discussed something amongst themselves, not that Philippe could clearly catch that, their words much too quick and distorted for him to even try.
" Well, gorgeous, let us offer you a drink or two then! " One of the men spoke again, before letting out a laugh which the sculptor half-assedly copied. A hand landing on his ass was the thing to make him finally realize what he was getting himself into, the shock on his face being enough to humor the bunch of men enough for the group to laugh at him while he fixed himself to stand up straight again. He akwardly chuckled before slapping the hand away from behind himself, stepping back, to which the men's expressions turned sour — almost offended.
" Haha, yeah... on second though, I'll just buy myself a drink, but than you for your offer. " He tried to politely reject them, but clearly that didn't work as one of them stood up to tower over the sculptor, his expression twisting in anger. " No you listen here, we were so kind tryin' to buy you a drink, you have no right to- "
" Pardon me. " An arm wrapped around the ravenette's shoulders, a much too familiar hand resting on one of them. " But this... "pretty boy", is actually my partner. And I'd appreciate if you didn't place your filthy hands on him. "
Jack.
Goddamnit, anyone but him! This man was his arch nemesis, his competition, his academic rival! But no, he had to be the one saving him... Life was such a cruel joke at times.
Well, better go along with it if he didn't want to be some middle aged man's next sexual harrassment victim.
" E-exacly. Now please, if we may, we'll take our leave. " He bobbed his head to the side quickly, signaling to the painter to turn and leave, and he did just that. Thankfully, they were quicker than those men, and managed to get out of the bar with not too many problems... Now, to deal with the man.
" And just what was the high and mighty Philippe doing in a trashy bar like this? " The painter chuckled after speaking, watching the sculptor cross his arms and turn his head away.
" Well, before a certain painter had to spoil my fun, I was trying to get a drink."
" And probably get assaulted in some shit-filled bathroom stall? " The painter smirked, looking at the other grow frustrated " Thats beyond the point! God, can't you go one day without ruining mine?! " He barked, making the painter burst into laugher and clutching his stomach, meanwhile his face flushed red as he punched the other's shoulder.
" Haha! Ohh, alright then, I guess I'll leave you here... See you at tomorrow's lecture. " The painter turned to leave before his shoulder was grabbed again, by a now strawberry-like faced Philippe. " Actually I... Got a ride here and I don't have money for an uber so... "
" ... So you're asking me to drive you back to the dorms- " " THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID! "
The painter laughed again before clapping his hands together, wearing his usual annoying smile (or at least, to philippe) while turning to walk to a car parked nearby. " Alright, alright, just don't break my seats will you? " he asked ironically, making the sculptor roll his eyes and enter the car after it was opened.
The drive back was quite uneventful, other than some chit chat cut short there really was nothing of note happening, but for some reason, the air started to feel heavier...
Thankfully, the dorms weren't so far, so he didn't have to spend much time in that claustrophobic car. Yet, the second he took a step out, he stumbled to stay on his feet...
Fuck, the suppressants were starting to wear off.
Whatever, he just needed to run to his dorm, then he'll be able to lock himself in and never talk to anyone again, just needed to grab his keys-
His keys.
He patted himself down, everywhere, checking every pocket and every possible spot, yet the keys were nowhere to be found. Shit, shit shit shit, he probably left them at the bar, what is he even gonna do now?!
" Did you forget your keys? You can stay over in my dorm. " The offer made him slowly turn to fave the other man, he seemed so... Uneffected, unbothered.
" N-no it's okay I wouldn't wanna bother or-" " Nonsense, come, you'll stay over. I'd rather deal with you myself than drop you off to someone else. "
He didn't even have time to respond before his arm was grabbed and he was dragged by the other, oh god, did he smell his hormones? Were they gonna fuck?! Well, if he had to be honest to himself, Jack wasn't that ugly — what the fuck was he thinking.
Well, too late anyways, while he was mentally arguing with himself, they already reached the painter's room, and he was shoved in before the door was locked behind them.
" Say... You weren't really acting like yourself in that bar, you know? The Philippe I have to deal with on a daily basis would've cut that man's hand clean off with nothing but a dirty sculpting knife. " His voice was lower, smoother somehow, it made Philippe's head fuzzy just thinking about it while he sat at the edge of the bed with his hands promptly covering his crotch — just in case.
" What do you even mean? It was a whole group of men, of course I'd be more careful- "
" Philippe. "
Fuck, his name sounded so good coming out of his mouth in that moment.
" It's obvious, you don't have to lie to me you know, I can read you like an open book. " The Painter circled the bed before standing before the sculptor, grabbing his chin with a hand like a lover would to his beloved, a touch he'd usually push away was now something he welcomed so bad, pressing his face against the warm skin. The painter's brows furrowed behind his hair, his flustered expression half hidden by the locks covering his face, as he leaned down and slowly pushed the other artist onto the bed.
" But I'd much rather be the one on top of you, instead of some disgusting scum that could never know how to treat your body right. " His tone was almost upset, he was oddly possesive of the other, but god did that only make his situation worse.
" Jack- please... " His chest was heavy, hot huffs rythmically slipping from his lips, while the painter leaned closer and closer to him until their lips were just brushing together, like a feather falling on water.
" Yes... That's right, I can be the only one capable of helping you, beg me again, say please. "
" Fuck- Jack, please! "
The small distance between their lips was closed, the kiss messy and needy, both of them clearly longed for such a moment, not that either would admit it. Their painter's tounge needy, feeling the other's foreign mouth, tasting him, taking everything of him in. Philippe's own tounge was nothing shy of desperate, pressing against the other, waltzing with it, before inevitably pulling away for air.
In the heat of the moment, his impulses took over, and the sculptor brushed away the air from the other's face, looking at his sharp, almost lightless eyes. No words were needed, their expressions spoke enough, and soon they both were undressing eachother while making out desperately, like it would be their first and last time ever. They dragged down eachother's shirts, a few buttons popping off but that was the least of their concerns by now, as Jack grabbed one of the sculptor's surprisingly soft pecs. Philippe on the other hand had given up on supporting himself, instead using his hands to unbuckle the painter's belt, throwing it aside as his hand palmed the tent rapidly growing in the taller man's pants.
Once again their lips broke apart, connected by saliva as they gasped for air before focusing on undressing eachother, while the sculptor yanked his pants and underwear down, leaving his twitching dick against the cold evening air seeping throught the windows that were just cracked ajar. Meanwhile, the painter dragged a small drawer of his bedside open, grabbing a bottle of lube out of it and snapping it open, unzipping his jeans and letting his cock spring out of his boxers before lathering it in lube.
" Holy fucking shit- There's no fucking way that'll fit in me. " the sculptor covered his mouth with a hand, before yelping as his legs were grabbed and dragged closer to the other.
" I'll make it fit. " The artist sputtered, letting his shaft grind on the other's ass, before pushing himself fully in with no warning. Tears were quick to reach the ravenette's eyes, rolling off to the sides of his head as he moaned and whined with each thrust in and out of him, with how deep the other was, he was basically getting his guts rearranged. He grabbed the sheets for support, his words inaudible and broken apart by moans so loud they were almost screams, god, everyone would know what happened by tomorrow.
Yet that excited him even more.
He didn't even realize how close he was before he saw white and came, looking down at himself and the amount of cum staining his stomach, yet the artist didnt even slow down — not even a second — instead he grabbed the man's thighs, holding them up to watch how his dick bulged in and out of the other with each thrust. The feeling, the vision, everything was so good and so overwhelming that he came again soon after, and even if he was already overstimulated, the other seemed to still have all his stamina in him as he leaned down and kissed the tears away from the sculptor's eyes, the gentleness of them being opposite of how roughly he was being pounded.
" Fuck... Philippe, you're so beautiful, so perfect, I just want to make you mine. Maybe I'll knock you up, then people will really know who you belong to- hhah... "
His voice, god his voice had such an effect on him, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he muttered "too much" and "I cant" over and over, feeling the artist's thrusts grow less rythmic and sloppier, finally knowing he was also close to his high, he wrapped his armsaround the other's back and held him close, his back arching so far he'd actually thought it would break as the other came in him, making his cum overflow as he oulled out, watching it leak out of the ravenette as his legs spasmed and stayed in place while he slowly pulled himself up, his elbows weak while the artist chuckled and helped him to sit up, drying the sweat off his forehead with an arm.
" Hah- Sorry, I got carried away a little. " He giggled and fell to the man's side, pulling him closer in a hug as the ravenette cuddled up to him. That would've been enough for sure, right? Yet... He still felt it in him, that hot and bothered feeling.
" Oh I'm not- an alpha, by the way, but I guess its kind of too late to announce that- "
" Mh... Well, I'll need help for the rest of my heat too then... If you have enough energy for round two. "
" Oh? Well then, if you insist. "
... Yeah, the rest of the building definitiveky will know by tomorrow.