Frank- full name Francis Foulques- pressed himself into the corner of the hallway alcove, trying desperately to calm his breathing and stop his heart from feeling as though it was trying to hammer its way out of his chest. It shouldn't have been anything! He'd brushed past one of the other employees- a known Alpha- on his way out of the man's office after he'd emptied the trash. He'd muttered an automatic apology, moving his cleaning cart out of the way to let the man pass, to which the man had offered an equally automatic assurance that it was no problem. Such incidents were a dime a dozen when one worked in a busy office building.
But then the other man's gaze lingered on him as he walked away. Not for long, but long enough for Frank- who made an effort to avoid attention under most circumstances, especially from Alphas- to notice. But still it might have been nothing if not for the fact that the gaze and the whiff of the man's scent that came with it brought a flush to his cheeks that wasn't entirely due to embarrassment. Something deep within him lurched at that, the shameful and disgusting creature that he kept locked away trying once again to claw its way free, and he was certain in that moment that the other man knew, that he could see every dirty secret of his body and mind. That his carefully constructed façade would be torn away, revealing the weak, broken, disgusting thing that lay beneath.
It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous to think that anyone could determine that much from a brief glance and a whiff of scent. And he knew that, logically. Yet it did nothing to calm his racing heart or half-panted breathing, nor silence the shameful, disgusting creature in him that wanted, needed an Alpha's gaze, their touch, their scent, their cock...
No! He tried to firmly clamp down on that thought, block it out and crush it like the weakness it was, but it was no use. The flush wouldn't leave his pale cheeks and images of huge, hard cocks with knots beginning to swell came to the forefront of his mind. 'Stop squirming, Francis. If you can't bear a child, you can at least take your fucking like a good little omega.'
There was no doubt about it. The suppressants were losing their effect, even taking a double dose. And dread of the inevitable consequences of this joined the other feelings roiling in his gut. But maybe... maybe he could hold it off awhile longer? He couldn't be revealed here. He saw these people nearly every day; they couldn't, mustn't know about his shameful secret, his disgusting weakness. Maybe... maybe a triple dose would work? Yes, that would help; it had to. It would buy him some time until he could get more pills or at least lock himself away in his apartment to suffer through it alone. Yes, surely a triple dose would do it.
Peeling himself away from the wall, he passed in front of the door to the unused office the alcove led to, to the water cooler on the opposite side of the hallway, fumbling for the bottle of suppressants in his pocket with shaking hands. Thank God this part of the hallway wasn't used very much at this time of day...
Sexual healing- CW mentions of several types of past abuse, current self loathing/substance abuse
But then the other man's gaze lingered on him as he walked away. Not for long, but long enough for Frank- who made an effort to avoid attention under most circumstances, especially from Alphas- to notice. But still it might have been nothing if not for the fact that the gaze and the whiff of the man's scent that came with it brought a flush to his cheeks that wasn't entirely due to embarrassment. Something deep within him lurched at that, the shameful and disgusting creature that he kept locked away trying once again to claw its way free, and he was certain in that moment that the other man knew, that he could see every dirty secret of his body and mind. That his carefully constructed façade would be torn away, revealing the weak, broken, disgusting thing that lay beneath.
It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous to think that anyone could determine that much from a brief glance and a whiff of scent. And he knew that, logically. Yet it did nothing to calm his racing heart or half-panted breathing, nor silence the shameful, disgusting creature in him that wanted, needed an Alpha's gaze, their touch, their scent, their cock...
No! He tried to firmly clamp down on that thought, block it out and crush it like the weakness it was, but it was no use. The flush wouldn't leave his pale cheeks and images of huge, hard cocks with knots beginning to swell came to the forefront of his mind. 'Stop squirming, Francis. If you can't bear a child, you can at least take your fucking like a good little omega.'
There was no doubt about it. The suppressants were losing their effect, even taking a double dose. And dread of the inevitable consequences of this joined the other feelings roiling in his gut. But maybe... maybe he could hold it off awhile longer? He couldn't be revealed here. He saw these people nearly every day; they couldn't, mustn't know about his shameful secret, his disgusting weakness. Maybe... maybe a triple dose would work? Yes, that would help; it had to. It would buy him some time until he could get more pills or at least lock himself away in his apartment to suffer through it alone. Yes, surely a triple dose would do it.
Peeling himself away from the wall, he passed in front of the door to the unused office the alcove led to, to the water cooler on the opposite side of the hallway, fumbling for the bottle of suppressants in his pocket with shaking hands. Thank God this part of the hallway wasn't used very much at this time of day...