Measures and Countermeasures

[brittlepin]

Title: Measures and Countermeasures
Rating: R
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun
Length: 7k
Summary: Sehun wants his best friend to pound the heat out of him. Best friend has other plans.
Warning: a/b/o dynamics, self lubrication, retro shorts

Jongin is a man of overflowing optimism. There are few things he doesn't like in the world; like bugs, his sister's cooking, calculus, and sadly, one of them includes Oh Sehun in heat. It's not easy being best friends with an omega, especially when one is a (single, dashingly handsome, potent and hormonal) alpha, but now it's too late to change best friends and they've stocked up too much blackmail material to look for anyone else. Apart from years worth of making each other's lives miserable, Jongin hasn't quite found someone who shares as much body heat with him as Sehun does. It doesn't matter if Sehun is bony as fuck, even his hip bones poke Jongin in all the wrong ways, but Sehun knows how to curl under Jongin's arm just right, and drape himself over Jongin's chest perfectly, and when to give Jongin a moment because fuck his life his favourite series just ended and he doesn't have anything to live for anymore. Jongin may be an alpha, but he has the bigger heart of the two and Sehun is, as titled by their peers, a cold hearted bitch. It's not really Sehun's fault. He was born with three (maybe four?) emotions and only two default expressions to express them with. Jongin depends more on Sehun's touch to understand what he's feeling. It's the soft dance of his fingers on Jongin's wrist, or the way he curls his arms around Jongin's waist, or his forehead bumping on Jongin's shoulder, among a thousand other touches that Jongin has learned to read. The only time Jongin runs away from Sehun, and slightly agrees with the world about Sehun being the next breed of Satan, is when the boy goes into heat. It's not because Sehun becomes a hot mess with lubricant dripping down his thighs, or his scent magnifying to call all the alphas in the region to come running over. Oh, no. Jongin avoids Sehun in heat because the omega triples his intake of suppressants and becomes a rage monkey. Jongin has Sehun's heat cycle marked on his calendar, his phone, and even the family calendar (in case he misses the first two) so he can list down excuses to avoid his best friend. It's mostly futile, because if Sehun goes a day without seeing him, while being in suppressant heat, he rings Jongin a thousand times and starts sending him maniac messages about gutting him and his puppies. Jongin knows he can outrun Sehun any day, but he's not sure he can save his puppies. Recently, two of his dogs gave a litter and now there are eight little pups scampering around the house. He takes Sehun's threats very seriously. He's seen his best friend beat a trio of alphas in his 'suppressant heat' rage. When they do meet up, Sehun has extreme mood swings in which he wants Jongin to either hold his hand until "the buggerwire leaves me alone" or to stand in one corner of the room because "I can't stand your non omega-ness". There are better times, like when Sehun cries until he feels asphyxiated because he thinks he'll never get a mate, or when he crawls into Jongin's bed and sleeps off his sour mood, or when he smooches Jongin's dogs claiming them to be his kids. When Sehun was still new to heat cycles and Jongin was still new to Sehun's 'suppressant heat' personality, he thought they might fall out. The image of Sehun scratching out areas-where-dicks-should-be from their yearbook photos had haunted him for days. But he grew used to this side of Sehun, like he grew used to everything Sehun. Plus, Sehun had made it abundantly clear that Jongin wasn't going anywhere while Sehun was in such an 'emotionally vulnerable' state, as said their textbooks. Jongin could argue that he was the one emotionally vulnerable every time Sehun's phone calls coincided with his heat cycles, but his alpha status would argue against him. Try as he might, he can't convince Sehun off his suppressants. ("Oh? So you can fuck me, and impregnate me, and then I'd never complete high school and be a failure in life, huh? That's what you've been plotting, huh?" Sehun reaches for the nearest object and Jongin prepares for fight or flight.) No matter what Sehun might think, Jongin can't be turned on by the image of his best friend in heat. In fact, it shrivels his dick every time because fuck it Sehun is in heat where do I hide? Sehun is adamant on stuffing himself with the pills no matter what havoc they wreck on his hormones. "Experiencing just one heat won't kill you, Sehun." Jongin tries to make him understand. He tries to make him see the light because this time Sehun nearly impaled Jongin in his 'suppressant heat'. His crime was complimenting the hot omega on their soccer team. ("Oh? So this means that I'm ugly, and no one will ever take me as mate, and you'll fuck Luhan and together with your army of babies you're going to make fun of me, huh?" Sehun was deaf when Jongin explained that Luhan already had a partner. Collateral damage included the T.V. Only Jongin's mother had been understanding of the situation.) "I don't want to lose my dignity." Sehun answers with a pout, before he starts making robotic sounds against the mini electric fan on the table. He's wearing one of his over sized tank tops and scandalous looking retro shorts. Jongin questions the validation of said dignity, but has learned when to keep his mouth shut. The day is hot and humid, but Sehun is sweating like he's sweltering in the sun. It's one of the side effects of his pills. Jongin has run out of arguments to get him to lessen the dosage but his spirit hasn't wilted. Yet. This heat, Sehun broke his T.V. The next heat it might be Jongin's skull. "It's a natural process. Everyone goes through it. Name one omega in school who hasn't." "If it's so easy why don't you go into heat and tell me about it." Sehun sneers. The conversation is effectively clamped and they turn to discussing Jongin's latest drama obsession. Sehun angles the mini electric fan so it blows back his bangs. He's already lying on the couch like a sagging noodle, one foot hanging off the back rest and the other hanging off the arm. He scratches his exposed belly while his hair tickles Jongin's thigh. Under normal circumstances, an alpha would be turned on even by the scent of Sehun's sweat. But Jongin's body is conditioned to fear Sehun's sweet omega aroma. Thus, even though the fan blows Sehun's scent straight into Jongin's nose, he doesn't feel any part of his body react unnecessarily. Sehun squirms from where he lays on the cushions, blowing out puffs of air as if it were winter. "You've got to stop inhaling these pills." Jongin frowns when Sehun's squiggling results in him slipping up the couch and the top of his head pressing into Jongin's thigh. It's ticklish. Jongin pushes away Sehun's head but he grumbles and makes Jongin's thigh his pillow instead. "Meaty thighs!" Sehun giggles, hitting his head back just to rile up the alpha. "I'm going to kick you off now." Jongin snaps. It's bad enough they have no T.V anymore and Sehun is raising the room temperature far past what it should be with his body heat. Jongin usually doesn't mind, but only when it's not insanely hot. "Sehun you- Are you okay?" Sehun's face is red. The flush runs down his neck and chest in a worrying shade. He's panting as if he's run a marathon! Jongin spots his thin fingers brushing over the waistband of his retros. "Hey!" He slaps away Sehun's fingers from his hips. "No nudity in the living room." "Why is it so fucking hot?" It's not as hot as Sehun's body is making it out to be. Jongin wonders if he should milk this opportunity to convince Sehun to lay off his pills or actually ring up a doctor. He's soon given his answer in the form of a smell. He knows it's Sehun's natural omega fragrance, but this time, it's encased by something so strong and potent. Maybe it isn't covered by anything at all, because it's so raw and strong, it sticks itself inside every inch of Jongin's throat. It clogs his airways so with every breath his mind swirls. He wants to lick it off the air somehow. He wants to grasp it in his hands and bury his nose in it and inhale, inhale, inhale- "FUCK you're going into heat!" Jongin has only gotten a whiff of omegas in heat a total of two times in his life. The first time was when he was a freshman in high school. He'd been casually strolling the corridor with his group of friends during lunch break, when an peculiar smell had suddenly filled the area. It didn't take long for him to sniff out the source. Heads were whipping around and all chattering had died into soft murmurs as everyone gradually found it as well. An omega girl had collapsed on her knees against a wall. She'd tried to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible, but her fertility was being announced in the loudest and sweetest voice. She had no friends helping her or shielding her. Before any havoc could wreck on the premises, two seniors came running down the corridor, pushing everyone out of the way and carrying her away from everyone's crude gazes. The second time, their soccer team was having a practice match when one of their forwards went into heat. The team consisted mostly of alphas, with only three beta players and one very talented omega. None of them even noticed the omega had been in pre-heat the entire time. The coach had screamed his throat hoarse, yelling at everyone to get their heads in the game, pay attention and whatnot until their omega had collapsed in the goalie's arms. Only then did they become aware that the intoxicating smell affecting everyone had been their omega star crumbling to his heat. Jongin has only caught small fragments of the perfume that omegas give out in heat. It makes one delirious and lose focus, but it's still a welcome and addictive smell. For the first time in his life, he's not getting a teasing taste of it but an unlimited supply. They both throw themselves into opposite corners of the couch. Sehun dives over the arm and peeks over it at Jongin with wide eyes. "But I just had my heat a few weeks ago!" He wails half-hysterically, suddenly realizing what trials await him in the coming hours. Jongin scoots closer, sniffing the air, and notices Sehun shrink. It makes him feel empowered, that Sehun without the influence of his suppressants is just as mellow as any omega is. But he doesn't really get off on watching his best friend skitter away from him, so he settles back into a tight corner in the couch. "Okay, first things first," Jongin slaps a hand over his nose, "go and call your parents, and get the fuck out before my sister gets home." Jongin's sister is also an alpha and she's always found Sehun to be such a cutie patootie. "I'm spending the weekend over, you inconsiderate asshole!" Sehun's face turns an impressive red, the heat mixing with his anger. Oh. Jongin had forgotten that Sehun's parents were out on an anniversary something. "This is bad." He mumbles more to himself than anything, but it seems to distress Sehun. "Didn't you take your suppressants?" "Well, no," Sehun looks down shyly, "I was toning down on them." Jongin would have clapped and danced with glee but ... "My heat had just passed so nothing was supposed to happen!" And he knows what's coming next. "This is all your fault!" Sehun picks up the nearest object -his shoe- and flings it at Jongin. It never misses it's mark. Jongin rolls over the armrest, falling off the couch in the process of defending himself but gets hit anyway. Sehun has had years of practice. "Should I call the hospital?" They both peek at each other from over the couch. Sehun doesn't look happy. He looks very red. Jongin would have thought it cute, but it's not. It's scary because Sehun is frowning. "I'm in heat, moron! Why would you call a hospi- OH!" Sehun gasps. He jumps in his spot before quickly standing upright. "Oh!" Sehun's jaws hangs rather attractively, only in lieu of how he currently smells. "Oh!" His eyes dart to Jongin in a silent plead for help. Jongin isn't sure if he should stand up because he's getting a boner at the sight of so much skin. "What?" His voice is reduced to a squeak. "I think I'm leaking ...?" Sehun's upper body twists around and he pulls away the waistband of his shorts. Jongin groans, shutting his eyes tightly. "Not in my living room!" "Oh my God I'm lubricating!" When Jongin looks back up, Sehun is wiping his fingers on the couch. "Not on my couch!" "You were the one who told me to stop taking the suppressants! Now take responsibility!" "I didn't know this would happen!" He growls. Sehun's toxic smell and his insubordination isn't sitting well with his alpha pride. "Shouldn't you be locked in a room with a dildo or something?" The look on Sehun's face is absolute hurt. Jongin is momentarily stunned because didn't Sehun have limited movement of facial muscles? But the hurt really shows on his face, and he's not sure if the tears in the corner of his eyes are from Jongin's words or the stimulus of his heat. "Sehun," he quickly gets to his feet, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Sehun doesn't have time to soak in the apology. With a cry, he's on his knees as tremors wreck his body. Jongin's head is a cluster of fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckwhatdoidofuckfuckfuck as he tumbles to his best friend's side with an awkward strain in his cargo shorts. Sehun's hand suddenly shoots out to grab Jongin between his legs. Jongin's cry of pain is muted by Sehun's feral growl. "This is all your fault!" Sehun doesn't sound fully human with a voice like that. Jongin worries for him, but he worries more for his family jewels and the pressure Sehun is applying on them. He calmly puts his hands on Sehun's shoulders and tries to soothe him even if his body is screaming fuck him bro! With a whimper, Sehun's grip loosens before it returns with a vengeance on Jongin's thighs. "It hurts. Oh God. Jongin. It already hurts so much!" He can see Sehun's erection straining against his shorts. There's already a spot forming from pre-cum. Jongin can't imagine what disaster the back would be, since he can see a clear trail of liquid sliding down the inside of Sehun's thigh. Considering how long Sehun has suppressed his heat with pills, Jongin isn't surprised it's struck back with such a vengeance. As if it can't get any better, he can smell Sehun's arousal, feel it as strongly as if it were a third entity inside the room with them. The thought is a bit terrifying honestly, but not as terrifying as the thought of Sehun naked and wanton on his dick. Jongin admits to himself that he likes Sehun. Has liked him since forever, maybe? He can't remember when the line between friend and lover blurred for him, but he's always wanted more with Sehun. The problem is that he's too cowardly to act on his feelings. His only self consoling point is that most people are too afraid of courting Sehun. That changed as they came into high school, because the more hard-to-get Sehun played, the more challengers he invited. He's never let any courtship go beyond a few weeks though. Jongin only knows how to be a friend and nothing else really. He did consider, more than once, of making his feelings known, but seeing the way Sehun trampled on those poor souls seeking his acceptance, Jongin thought it better to remain in the safe friend zone. There was no telling how it would affect their friendship, and Jongin didn't think his heart would be able to take it if Sehun rejected his feelings. He didn't want to throw away years of understanding over his treacherous heart beating a few paces too many in Sehun's presence. "I'm dying. I'm dying. I'm dying. Oh God. I'm dying." Sehun bends over himself, his grip still steel on Jongin's thighs. It hurts as hell, but Sehun's scent is a sweet distraction from the pain. He thinks he's losing the feeling in his legs though. Only a tiny bit. "I'll run over to your house and get your suppressants." Jongin gives the other's shoulders a gentle squeeze in an attempt to get him to loosen up. "You wanted me off them, and now you want me on them?" Sehun sounds incredulous and incredibly turned on. Jongin feels harassed and incredibly turned on, although the former of the two feelings is extremely common when he's in Sehun's company. "This is an emergency!" "There's no point." Sehun gasps out. "It's already here. I'll get through this." "Can you walk? You can take my room until..." Jongin tries to wrench out of Sehun's grasp when his dick is found guilty. Sehun doesn't look upset though. He looks oddly interested. He can probably smell how aroused Jongin is. "Yes." He breathes. "That's a good idea." His eyes don't leave Jongin's dick and it makes him break out in cold sweat. Sehun stumbles twice as he attempts to get up, and it's with wobbly steps that they both trudge to Jongin's room. In all honesty, Jongin would have been halfway across town by now, but Sehun's hands are rigid and tight, keeping him locked to him. Sehun groans something like 'yeas' and 'bed'. Jongin can hear something inside his head like 'yeas, wet dreams do come true'. "Oh God. Jongin." Sehun needs to shut up because he sounds too drugged up and needy. Jongin doesn't need to file these sounds in his mental library. Too late. "Stay here and keep the door locked." Jongin tries to leave but Sehun's grip is vice. It's like he's trying to tear out a chunk of Jongin's arms. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He hisses as he drags Jongin towards the bed. "Away? To safety? To masturbate?" Jongin needs to get away ASAP because his words are beginning to mesh into each other and his brain-to-mouth filter has shut down. "No. You're helping me out here." "Wut?" "I'm saying, you are going to fuck me." "Huh?" "Jongin." Sehun's hands clap on his cheek, and ouch, it stings. "I need you ... to use your dick. Stuff your knot up my ass." There's a little voice inside his head, hissing, yeasss consssssent! But Jongin knows better than to be lured by an omega in heat. His head is spinning now, because all he can see and smell and feel is Sehun, and Sehun looks and smells and feels so good. "Okay." Jongin shakes his head. Sehun furrows his brows. Sehun falls backward on the bed, pulling Jongin on top of him. All Jongin can think of on the way down is this is really happening we're going to have sex oh fuck wow god works in mysterious ways sehun is in heat we're best friends. Sehun is in heat. They are best friends. They are fucking best friends and Jongin internally weeps because why couldn't he be a boyfriend with dubious morals right now? Jongin is careful not to touch Sehun. He keeps his hands on either side of Sehun's face, his body hovering over the omega's. It doesn't stop their thighs from touching, or Sehun's flushed skin from sending goose bumps all over him. Sehun is so hot, literally and metaphorically. This close, Jongin can see his pupils blown and the darker tints around his cheeks, nose and ears. Sehun's eyes rove over his face. He bites his lower lip, sweet, kissable pink lips, and Jongin cusses softly under his breath. He's never thought of Sehun as beautiful. Attractive, maybe. Enjoyable for company, yes. Cute, even. But never beautiful. He's said lewd things and called him ugly names but now, he can feel how the higher deities must punish alphas like him. Sehun raises his hips and Jongin almost screams as he jumps halfway across the room to get away from him. Jongin holds out his arms, warning Sehun to stay away as he tries to gather his bearings. What does he need to do first? Get away, or tie Sehun? Or does he need to call another omega? Or should he call his mother? Does he need to burn the house down? But the house already feels like it's burning. Why does the house feels like it's burning? Oh! It's because Sehun is stuck to him like gum and is rutting against his hips. Ok. That solves one mystery now- "Fucking hell!" Jongin screeches as he manages to tear himself away from his best friend. He rams face first against the door and he's pretty sure he just broke his nose. "Jongin!" Sehun whines. He sounds helpless, and needy, and not-Sehun. "Help me!" "I am not helping you get off!" Jongin turns around, trying to steady his hand to open the door. He feels like he's running away from a group of cannibals. Sweet and sexy smelling cannibals. "We're best friends!" "Exactly! We're not going to fuck because we're best friends!" He manages to get the door open and slams it shut behind himself. "Fine!" He can hear Sehun bellow from the other side. "I'm going to turn your bed into filth, and you won't get my smell off these walls for years!" Jongin fells a chill run down his spine. He can burn these sheets, but what is he going to do about these walls? For one, he knows he can't leave Sehun by himself. He's already started moaning loudly, and there's an odd hiccup and a sob thrown in between his cries for release. Even though they're held apart by a door, or Jongin is keeping them apart with the help of this helpful door, the smell of Sehun's arousal is strong. It burns Jongin's nostrils and rattles his head with how much Sehun needs him right now. Wants him. Is ready for him. Jongin retreats into his parents' bedroom, further locking himself inside their bathroom. Since nothing smells like Sehun, everything smells terrible by default. He'll never be able to eat anything again unless Sehun's natural, heady scent is mixed in with it. Jongin is sure of it. Wisps of Sehun's scent still cling to Jongin, but they're not as effective as all of Sehun is. Jongin slumps against the bathtub, resigning himself to his fate of self-isolation and self-imprisonment. How long is Sehun's heat supposed to last anyway? He thinks back to health class and wishes he didn't catch up on sleep during it. He can distinctively remember something about water. Connecting two and two, Jongin finds his answer. He takes cold showers to calm down whenever he wakes up from very hot but very unwelcoming wet dreams. Surely handling an omega can't be much different. Heat can be countered by cold. Isn't that why they call it heat in the first place? Without wasting further time, Jongin begins filling up the bath with cold water. He snags one of his mother's face masks as he leaves the room, and returns with a bottle of anti septic and two trays of ice cubes. Sehun's scent has invaded every nook and cranny of the house. Jongin dabs some anti septic under his nose, hoping it will compete with the omega's scent. He pulls on the mask, says one final prayer before he enters the battle zone. Sehun's tank is bunched up under this armpits but, mercifully, his shorts are still on. He's crying in Jongin's pillow and rubbing his palm against his clothed, hardened member. His shorts are all wet, looking uncomfortable and filthy and sticky. Jongin's bed is a mess, with sheets strewn to the floor and the mattress soaking Sehun's fluids oh God no. He mewls at the sight of his best friend and Jongin whimpers, resolve already crumbling. "Jongin, please, please, please. I need you. I need you to fuck me." Anti septic and omega in heat smell terrible together. In fact, omega in heat is winning by a landslide. Jongin wonders what possessed the universe to create something like this, and why. Sehun is spreading his legs as Jongin nears him, and Jongin resolutely keeps his eyes away from the bulge in Sehun's skimpy shorts. Why, oh why? He easily hauls him off the bed and over his shoulder, and regrets it immediately when pheromones explode in the air, along with Sehun's moans. "Yes. Oh god. Yes. Yes. Touch me!" Jongin thinks he's probably making it worse, for himself and his family, as he dashes through the house and into his parents bathroom. Now the whole house smells like omega in heat but he can't give two fucks at the moment because Sehun's nails are digging in his back and he knows Sehun is trying to leech onto him again. Jongin almost trips over his feet, knocks into a wall, twice, and considers throwing himself out the window but Sehun's condition takes priority over everything. Dumping Sehun into the bathtub is a task in itself, but he manages it with only a few bloody scratches down his back and arms. Sehun emerges from the water, looking like a wet animal and screeching like a banshee. Jongin knows that feeling. Taking cold showers with a hard-on isn't easy, but school said so and Sehun needs this more than he needs an ass pounding. The omega is barely able to form words, gaping up at Jongin while shivering in the freezing water. Jongin thinks the ice cubes were a good mix, no matter how small. "I'm going to kill you." Sehun states through clenched teeth. "This was in health class!" Jongin says in his defense. The air isn't becoming heavy with more of Sehun's potent smell. This is actually working! "There was nothing about hypothermia in health class!" Sehun yells and his voice bounces against the bathroom tiles. Jongin flinches. He could argue, but there'd be no point because it's Sehun he's against, plus it's Sehun-in-heat, and he's still learning how to deal with this side of his best friend. He's grateful Sehun looks a little more in his senses. He's not salivating, or crying, or looking red. He's turning rather blue, in fact. Some sort of revelation dawns on his face too. "J-Jongin, you absolute moron!" Sehun shrieks, splashing water out of the tub so Jongin is wet too. "Water in health class w-w-wasn't about freezing an omega's ass off! I-It was k-keeping an omega h-hydrated during heat! You're sup-p-posed to be g-g-giving me cold water t-to drink!" Well, that wasn't very helpful in this situation, was it? "Um, dive in?" Jongin gestures to the tub. Sehun looks like he's about to pop a nerve. He reaches forward with nothing less than madness glinting in his eyes. Jongin scrambles back and slips. In the next instant, his back is on the floor, his head feels like it's been split open and Sehun is curled on top of his chest. "I'm f-f-freezing." Sehun's teeth chatter loudly. His shaking hands tentatively rest on Jongin's side. Jongin has a moment of clarity brought on by Sehun's touch. Sehun is feeling vulnerable, rejected and ashamed. He's feeling something new, is terrified and looking for support and consolation. Jongin, being the greatest best friend in the world, is making him feel even more isolated in this alien situation. He ignores how the air begins to grow heavy again. He depends on his failed mask and his will power as he gently pries Sehun off him, grabs a towel and helps to dry him up. Sehun strips down and Jongin is quick to wrap him in another towel before half carrying him to his parents (uh oh) bed. "This is all your fault." Sehun mutters weakly as he tries to wriggle out of the roll Jongin has wrapped him in. "I'm sorry, Sehun. I really am." He tugs the towel, warning Sehun not to move as he maneuvers him to sit on his thigh, hugging him close and sharing his body heat. "You know, your mom probably went into heat once, too, to have you." "Jongin, I don't want to talk about my parents having sex when I want to have sex." "Sex is bad." "I just want something inside me. Anything. Preferably-" Sehun groans, frustrated. "Jongin?" "Hm?" "I'm horny." "I know." He pats Sehun's back soothingly, or what he hopes is soothingly because his hands are shaking too much and he's barely touching Sehun. Only two minutes in and he feels the towel soaked through, his shorts soaked through, and Sehun's fluids rubbing on his thighs. "God. I really, really, really want you to-" "I won't. I can't." Sehun whines, wiggling around weakly in Jongin's hold. "Please. I'll never ask you for anything ever again." The temptation is strong. "Please, Jongin. Please." "You're in heat. I can't take your word for anything." "I can feel your knot on my thigh. I know we both want this. Jongin!" He ends with a whine, and cheats with releasing a strong wave of pheromones. "We need to get ice cream." Ice cream is good. And cold. It should help them both calm down. Afterwards, Jongin will sit his ass down in the freezer and wait until Sehun's heat passes or he dies, whichever comes first. "I want your dick." "You want ice cream." Jongin hauls him to his feet and they both stumble into the living room, back where it all began. Sehun drops the towel, much to Jongin's weak protests, but he takes the ice lolly Jongin offers. "I wonder how this will feel up my asshole? Do you reckon it'll feel good?" Jongin tries not to make mental images. Too late. He bangs his head against the nearest wall, cussing his body for betraying him and his mind for plotting against him. Sehun looks like he might really shove the ice lolly where it doesn't belong, so Jongin quickly directs it to Sehun's mouth. He hates how keenly Sehun sucks on it, like his lips needed to be stretched over something all along. Putrid, disgusting, vile thoughts, go away! Sehun's whimper turns his attention from his achingly hard dick to Sehun's naked form, now back down on his knees. "Sehun, maybe you should have surgery and get your womb pulled." Jongin waits for Sehun to fling the nearest object at him, which happens to be the sofa. "I have a better idea." Sehun pants. One of his hands creeps back and Jongin knows Sehun is doing the nasty they do in porn videos. He refuses to believe Sehun is fingering himself in his presence. Oh there! He thought it. Now there's a mental image coming and he doesn't- Too late. "Why don't you," Sehun gasps, "fill my womb with your seeds instead." Jongin squawks in indignation. "I'm so tight, so wet, Jongin. I can feel it." Sehun moans. His forehead drops to the floor and his hips stick up, his fingers jut in where no man should ever see them go. "Mount me. Jongin, fuck me into the floor. Just tear me up, break me. I don't care I need to be stuffed. Fill me. Knot me." The string of broken sentences continues as Sehun's sultry voice pleads in half moans and whimpers. Jongin is one part turned on (to the point of passing out), and nine parts horrified. And scarred. His best friend is dirty talking to him in his heat. He's never been so thankful for dicks never having independent brains because even without it, his body is on war with itself. "Jongin, help me. Put it in me, please. I need it. Fill up my hole, my belly, everything. Just- Please." He chokes on his words and Jongin chokes on his scent. "Sehun-" his voice cracks, "go to my room. I'll call someone over." "No!" Sehun is suddenly stiff and upright. "No one! Don't call anyone!" "You need help..." "I need your help! I can't let anyone see me like this." This is a bad time to feel proud, but Jongin does. A little bit. That Sehun is unwilling to let anyone see this side of him but Jongin. As his best friend, his duty is suddenly magnified. "Okay. Okay. I'll help!" Jongin breathes. Sehun's pleased cry morphs into a confused one as Jongin runs back into his room. He returns with his tablet, quickly looking though it and proceeds to show Sehun a photo of his ex. "What?" Sehun frowns. "This is the guy you recently dumped. Is his face turning you off?" He looks back hopefully. No. If anything, Sehun is imagining the size of his dick and how right it must feel around his clenching hole. Jongin probably reads the look on his face. He quickly takes it away and pulls up another photo. "Barfing cats!" He grins. "Is it working? Is it turning you off?" He looks pointedly at Sehun's dick. "I'm in heat. Nothing can turn me off." He slaps the tablet away. "Now help me!" Sehun clambers on top of him. Jongin has little time to comprehend their positions before he feels the most amazing friction between his legs and feels his release nearing. Sehun is grinding their erections together and though the experience is very pleasurable, this is most definitely some form of sexual harassment. Trying to tear off Sehun is useless, so he resorts to tickling. Sehun falls off him, doubling over and trying to get away. His laughter is loud, unconcealed and Sehun looks beautiful laughing like this. Even if he's naked. And wet. Jongin takes the upper hand, giving Sehun only a moment of relief before he attacks him again. Sehun's gasps of 'stop' are ignored as Jongin corners him against the couch. "Jongin- I'm gonna- I'm gonna- Stop-" Sehun gasps over and over. And that's how Sehun has his first (mind-blowing, Jongin always tags it along) orgasm in heat, before he promptly faints. Luhan wasn't really the person Jongin wanted to call over, but he'd had no choice in the matter since Luhan was the only omega he interacted with other than Sehun. He was too afraid of informing his parents, or his sister, that their house smelled like a thousand Sehuns and his cum. At least Luhan looked sympathetic when Jongin opened the door for him. He also looked like he knew what he was doing when he picked up Sehun and carried him to the room Jongin directed him to. Luhan reappears an hour later, taking a bottle of water and juice, giving Jongin a reassuring smile before he locks himself in with Sehun. Are they fucking each other? Is Luhan fingering his best friend? Eating him out? Giving him a blow job? Hand job? A real job? What do omegas do when they get together? Jongin is also given time to retreat and locks himself in the guest bathroom, jerking himself off under the shower, to images of not-Sehun. He thinks they both have defiled each other enough for today. Enough for a lifetime, if he's being honest. By the time he's decent enough to show his face, Luhan has made himself comfortable. He's chatting animatedly on his phone and throwing open all the windows so the air can ventilate. Jongin silently passes his gratitude. Luhan mouths 'no problem' before he dives back into his phone conversation. Jongin dares visit his room, where Sehun is a patient for an unforeseeable amount of time. He needs to check up on the omega to make sure he hasn't found something to familiarize with his sex opening. He'll never understand what omegas struggle through, or the natural urges they fight off, but he's read and heard plenty. He doesn't expect to see Sehun just as wanton as he was when all of this began, though honestly, he should have. Sehun's eyes are dark, sweat lined over his form, lips swollen and bitten, and he jerks every few seconds. His eyes dart to Jongin after skirting around the room, like he's seeing fairies flying around. This is not good. "Jongin," Sehun coos, sweet and cute in a way that sends goose bumps crawling on Jongin's skin, "I know you want to fuck me." Jongin slams the door shut. Luhan's mother comes over to pick him up, and to Jongin's distress, they take Sehun with them. Luhan promises to keep him updated on Sehun's condition. Luhan makes good on his promise. He sends in texts about what Sehun is doing, nothing lewd or inappropriate, and sends photos when Jongin pesters him too much. He's never felt as grateful for anyone as he feels for Luhan in those moments. He feels he owes him a lot. Sehun doesn't come to school on Monday, but neither does Luhan. Jongin had already known Sehun was still in heat, but he didn't think Luhan would take the day off to keep him company. He thinks he might have fallen for Luhan, seeing how considerate, compassionate and understanding he is, but Luhan had been off the market the day he stepped into school. His boyfriend is an alpha in the boxing club and only people looking for broken bones approach him. After five testing days, Sehun's heat breaks in the middle of the week. Jongin jumps off his desk when he sees Sehun walking past his class. He almost breaks into a run, not withholding how Sehun's absence has affected him. It lasts until Sehun meets his eyes, and it's not love or missed-you that he sees, it's pure unadulterated rage. Jongin turns on his heels and runs back into class. It was a mistake, because now Sehun is blocking the door and he's got nowhere to run. To his surprise, and horror, when Sehun catches up to him, he only gives him one punch and then tucks his head under Jongin's chin and bursts out crying. Jongin leads them out to get some privacy. "You can't tell anyone anything. Ever!" Sehun demands as soon as they're out of range of prying ears. "Sehun, you didn't even have to ask. Of course I'd never tell anyone." He rubs his hands over Sehun's arms in a soothing gesture. "I'd be a shitty friend if I did." "And I'm sorry for- yeah." Jongin understands without any words. He buries his nose in Sehun's hair, smelling his shampoo and his natural scent. Jongin can't help but think it's stronger than before. He supposes it should be, since he's been missing Sehun for days. "It sucked big time." "It's okay. I'm glad you're fine now. I missed you too." "I'm off suppressants." Sehun confesses so lowly, Jongin almost doesn't hear it. "Really?" He pulls away in surprise. "So, how does it feel?" "Luhan says it might be weird for a while, until my body starts to work normally again. I'm going to see a doctor today." He pouts, straightening down his hair. "Luhan's mom said I might lapse into another heat soon. She said she'd read a similar thing in the paper and the company I'm using is shitty." "That's ... good, I guess. I mean, good that you're going to a doctor." They shuffle their feet and look around for a while. There's an elephant in the room and it's breathing down their necks. "So I guess we should head back to class?" Jongin motions behind them. Sehun bites his lip in the I-have-to-say-something-but-I-don't-want-to way. "Spill." "Remember when I was in heat?" Jongin really doesn't want to. It's bad enough Sehun is in heat in every one of his dreams nowadays, and they are not decent dreams. Jongin is a good boy. Well, not anymore. "Remember when you threw me in the water?" "Shit. Sorry, Sehun-" "When you hugged me, on the bed, I thought you were going to kiss me. I mean- It didn't seem like- But I was cold and you were warm, and I thought it was a sensible thing to do." Jongin squints his eyes. Sehun's face is downcast but the shade of embarrassment that dusts his ears is genuine. This is probably as close to a confession Jongin is going to get, that Sehun wanted to be kissed. "You were in heat." Sehun shrugs. "That didn't mean I didn't want it." "You were in heat. Your judgment was supposed to be all scrambled up." "You're right." Sehun looks up and scrunches his nose. "Maybe wanting your knot is gross, but I really do think about kissing you sometimes. Can best friends kiss each other without being weird?" Jongin swallows. This is a God given opportunity and he'd be an absolute moron to let go of it. "I want to kiss you too." Jongin confesses in a rushed whisper. "Do you think that's weird?" Sehun is looking at him, hard. Trying to gauge something. Jongin gulps and takes a leap. "I've been wanting to kiss you since middle school. I think. Since you fell down the stairs and sprained your ankle. Was that in middle school? Is this weird?" "That's ... that's been a while." He looks surprised. "I thought you wanted me after my heat came and I was ... in your house ..." "I think it'd be pretty low of me to want to bone my best friend only after his heat comes." Jongin laughs nervously. Even though it might be a tad bit true. Truth be told, Jongin only wanted Sehun to be a special someone to him, more than a friend or best friend. It never mattered to him that Sehun was an omega and prone to hormonal antics and heats. He'd been wanting to hold his hand with meaning since before they hit puberty. Sehun and heat never registered in his head for sex, but for concern because Sehun took pills like food. Sehun shoves him and rushes back to his class. "I thought we were going to kiss!?" "You wish!" Sehun sticks out his tongue before he dives out of sight. Hand holding, hugging, cuddling and Sehun hanging off Jongin like a cape is a common sight on campus, so no one questions it when Sehun becomes extra clingy. It's attributed to his suddenly potent smell, a direct effect of him lowering his dosage of suppressants. And then one day, when Jongin pecks Sehun on the lips and runs out to soccer practice, no one really bats an eye. Sehun wonders if he imagined someone breathing out "Fucking finally!" One day, almost a month past Jongin's kiss, Sehun thinks straddling Jongin and kissing him breathless is a great idea. He's busy nibbling his best friend's bottom lip when he's suddenly struck by a thought and pulls away. Jongin's hands are stroking the skin of his waist and the alpha groans in frustration at the loss. "Will this change anything between us?" Sehun blurts out. "Isn't it a little too late to ask that?" Sehun slaps his hands away. "I mean to say, we're still going to be best friends, right?" "Of course!" Jongin makes to sit up but Sehun pushes him back down. "You're not going to tell me what to do, right?" "Can I ever dare?" Jongin raises a brow. "You're not going to go dom alpha on me, right? I'll kick you in the balls if you try to make me submit." Jongin laughs and pats Sehun's cheek. No one can make the damn brat submit, even if they sold their soul to the devil for it. He voices as much, only to hear an unexpected retort. "Oh, so you mean to say that no one wants to mate with me, and I'm a terrible person, and you only put up with me because I'm your best friend, and I'll have no future with anyone else, huh?" Sehun is already reaching for the lamp. "Are you on suppressants again?" Sehun doesn't answer, but Jongin is later to find out that Sehun takes prescribed dozes every time his heat nears. He was unfortunate enough to get caught in the middle of one. Other than Sehun becoming a special breed of hell-sent-demon during suppressed heat, he's still the same Sehun he became friends with, and fell in love with. And Jongin really doesn't care if Sehun suppresses his heat, as long as he still gets to tease him, hold his hand and kiss him like he's always wanted to. He wants to build their relationship before they ever get to anything too intimate, because he wants to make it special. He wants to make everything special for Sehun. That's all that matters to him for now. That and his puppies. He doesn't know why Sehun still threatens to sell them online, especially since he only takes pills before his heat hits. At least it's improvement from Sehun wanting to skin them all.

A/N: Why do characters always end up having sex when the omega is in heat? :c Why can't someone suffer a bit?
This fic was better in my head though :s

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