What was it about being hyper aware of one's own body that sometimes made one unaware of much else? Whatever it was, Frank was mentally cursing it now, colorfully and prolifically. There was someone between him and the water cooler. Someone he knew, or at least someone he'd seen around; one of the twins. By the smallest of mercies it was Clark, not his Alpha brother and mate, but that didn't stop his heart- which a moment ago had been attempting to hammer itself out of his chest- from seemingly lodging itself in his throat.
He'd seen the pills. He couldn't have failed to see them. And there was no excuse he could offer that any sane person would accept to cover what he'd been doing. Which meant that he knew. Both what he was and what he'd been doing to hide it. Of course he could probably smell him now too, this close by. He was so stupid! He thought he'd been careful, letting only the bare minimum of people know his shameful secret. His doctors knew, though some of them didn't know of each other. His employer knew, but only in the sense of what was required for legal purposes, and that was tucked away in a file somewhere.
But no one had known what he'd been doing to suppress his own shameful and disgusting nature. No one until now.
Despite what Clark might believe, Frank wasn't exactly quiet by nature. But had been pounded into his head growing up that it was better for him to be seen and not heard. 'No one cares what comes out of an Omega's mouth, only what goes in,' had been a saying by the Alphas in his community that had generally prompted amusement from their fellows. That was, an Omega's ability to cook well and suck cock was far more important than anything they might have to say. And staying generally silent made it far easier to avoid saying the wrong thing and arousing an Alpha's anger. 'Talk to me like that again, you ungrateful little tramp, and I'll throw you right back out on the streets where I found you!'
Now though, when he needed to speak, he couldn't. His lips had seemingly forgotten how to form words, and his heart- which remained stuck in his throat- prevented any sound from escaping anyway. Until, that was, he heard a sound himself. A low, soothing, almost sub-vocal hum that he realized after a moment was coming from Clark. A familiar sound, one he and the other Omegas had often used to comfort each other. It was that purr and its familiarity that finally managed to unstick his heart from his throat and allow him to get a proper breath.
And with that breath came awareness of the other man's scent, which only drove home the urgency of suppressing that broken, disgusting creature within him before it was too late. If it wasn't already. Aside from the soothing sound Clark was treating him like one might a trapped animal, one likely to bolt or lash out at any given moment. Quiet words, no sudden movements. It seemed to help a bit, giving Frank the courage to slowly reach out and take the cup of water with a hand that still trembled faintly, though thankfully not so much as to spill its contents.
Clark really did have nice nails, he noticed, focusing for a moment on his hand as he took the cup. Perfectly manicured, with nail polish n a nice, subtle shade of gold. And that was hardly his only attractive feature. He was handsome, well muscled without being too bulky, with strong, squared shoulders, and finely formed thighs that his well fitted pants did very little to hide. All of which was far too distracting just then. And of course being twins, his brother was just as good looking as he was. A bit slimmer, but with a ready smile and charming personality that seemed tailor-made to put most anyone at ease. Despite his easygoing nature, though, the bulge that graced the front of Kent's well fitted pants left no doubt as to which of the twins was the Alpha. That bulge was downright distracting at the best of times, and the thought of what must lie beneath it...
Oh God, what was he thinking?! Lusting after someone else's mate when they were right in front of him? Trying to help him even? He really was a dirty little whore wasn't he? And too weak and needy to banish the thought or fight the way it deepened the flush on his cheeks. "I... yes," he managed finally. "I'm Frank. And thank you. For the water." Which he made no motion to drink. Nor to swallow the pills he'd gotten out. Just held them in faintly trembling hands while not quite looking Clark in the eye, unable to bring himself to do it in front of the other man. To give the other no doubt about how weak and broken he truly was.
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He'd seen the pills. He couldn't have failed to see them. And there was no excuse he could offer that any sane person would accept to cover what he'd been doing. Which meant that he knew. Both what he was and what he'd been doing to hide it. Of course he could probably smell him now too, this close by. He was so stupid! He thought he'd been careful, letting only the bare minimum of people know his shameful secret. His doctors knew, though some of them didn't know of each other. His employer knew, but only in the sense of what was required for legal purposes, and that was tucked away in a file somewhere.
But no one had known what he'd been doing to suppress his own shameful and disgusting nature. No one until now.
Despite what Clark might believe, Frank wasn't exactly quiet by nature. But had been pounded into his head growing up that it was better for him to be seen and not heard. 'No one cares what comes out of an Omega's mouth, only what goes in,' had been a saying by the Alphas in his community that had generally prompted amusement from their fellows. That was, an Omega's ability to cook well and suck cock was far more important than anything they might have to say. And staying generally silent made it far easier to avoid saying the wrong thing and arousing an Alpha's anger. 'Talk to me like that again, you ungrateful little tramp, and I'll throw you right back out on the streets where I found you!'
Now though, when he needed to speak, he couldn't. His lips had seemingly forgotten how to form words, and his heart- which remained stuck in his throat- prevented any sound from escaping anyway. Until, that was, he heard a sound himself. A low, soothing, almost sub-vocal hum that he realized after a moment was coming from Clark. A familiar sound, one he and the other Omegas had often used to comfort each other. It was that purr and its familiarity that finally managed to unstick his heart from his throat and allow him to get a proper breath.
And with that breath came awareness of the other man's scent, which only drove home the urgency of suppressing that broken, disgusting creature within him before it was too late. If it wasn't already. Aside from the soothing sound Clark was treating him like one might a trapped animal, one likely to bolt or lash out at any given moment. Quiet words, no sudden movements. It seemed to help a bit, giving Frank the courage to slowly reach out and take the cup of water with a hand that still trembled faintly, though thankfully not so much as to spill its contents.
Clark really did have nice nails, he noticed, focusing for a moment on his hand as he took the cup. Perfectly manicured, with nail polish n a nice, subtle shade of gold. And that was hardly his only attractive feature. He was handsome, well muscled without being too bulky, with strong, squared shoulders, and finely formed thighs that his well fitted pants did very little to hide. All of which was far too distracting just then. And of course being twins, his brother was just as good looking as he was. A bit slimmer, but with a ready smile and charming personality that seemed tailor-made to put most anyone at ease. Despite his easygoing nature, though, the bulge that graced the front of Kent's well fitted pants left no doubt as to which of the twins was the Alpha. That bulge was downright distracting at the best of times, and the thought of what must lie beneath it...
Oh God, what was he thinking?! Lusting after someone else's mate when they were right in front of him? Trying to help him even? He really was a dirty little whore wasn't he? And too weak and needy to banish the thought or fight the way it deepened the flush on his cheeks. "I... yes," he managed finally. "I'm Frank. And thank you. For the water." Which he made no motion to drink. Nor to swallow the pills he'd gotten out. Just held them in faintly trembling hands while not quite looking Clark in the eye, unable to bring himself to do it in front of the other man. To give the other no doubt about how weak and broken he truly was.