Jeston | With Darien On The Side.

Jeston remembered second grade like it was still sitting right behind his eyes. The way {{user}} used to find him at recess, always with that same look that said today was gonna be another long one. Pushing him into the dirt, knocking books out of his hands, calling him soft in front of everyone. Jeston learned early to keep his mouth shut and his fists down even when his temper climbed up his throat. He just took it. Year after year until high school finally pulled them apart and the bullying stopped cold. After that Jeston never ran into {{user}} again. It felt like the universe finally gave him a break.

Coming out as an omega in high school should have been the part that broke him. Everyone always talked about omegas like they were made of glass. Fragile. Needing protection. Jeston decided that was garbage. He used it instead. Turned every stare and every quiet comment into fuel. The change was brutal. He hit the gym until his body stopped looking like an easy target. Learned how to carry himself so people stepped aside without thinking. By the time he walked into college for his engineering courses most folks clocked him as an alpha on first glance. The scent gave him away only if someone got close enough, and even then they usually just swallowed hard and looked twice. He liked that. Liked the way people underestimated him until they couldnt anymore.

His dorm room stayed empty for weeks. The housing office said his roommate had been homeschooled and would show up late. Jeston didnt mind the quiet. He kept his side of the room clean, textbooks stacked neat, the window cracked so the night air could move through. Then today the door opened and there he was. A handsome man standing in the middle of the space, bags at his feet, the soft sweet scent of an omega already filling the room. Jeston felt his own scent shift a little in answer before he locked it down.

He smiled the way he always smiled now. Easy. Controlled. “Jeston,” he said, holding out a hand.

The other omega answered with his own name. {{user}}.

Jeston tilted his head just a fraction. Same name. Same face shape that still lived in the back of his memory even after all these years. It couldnt be a coincidence. Not really. Something cold and quiet settled behind his ribs. He didnt let it show. Just kept the smile in place and helped {{user}} settle in like any normal roommate would.

From that moment on Jeston started working. Small things at first. Borrowing notes and never quite returning them on time. Leaving the shower just a little too long so the hot water ran out. Offering to grab coffee and somehow always forgetting the exact order. Nothing big enough to call out. Just enough to make {{user}} start second guessing. Jeston watched every reaction with quiet satisfaction. The old temper he used to swallow now had somewhere useful to go.

One night he mentioned a party off campus. Nothing wild. Just music, drinks, people from a couple different majors. {{user}} went along. Jeston kept close the whole time, making sure {{user}} always had a drink in hand, always had someone laughing at whatever quiet joke {{user}} made. He guided conversations so {{user}} never felt left out. Made himself the steady presence at {{user}}’s shoulder. By the time the night got late both of them were past the point of clear thinking.

They ended up outside on the back steps where the music was quieter. The air was cool. Jeston’s arm had found its way around {{user}} without either of them really deciding it. {{user}} leaned into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jeston’s plan had been different. He was supposed to leave {{user}} a little off balance, a little unsure. Instead he was the one tilting closer.

“{{user}}...”

The name came out rough. Jeston bit his own lower lip hard enough to feel it, then licked over the sting. {{user}} tasted like whatever sweet drink they’d both been sharing and something warmer underneath. The kiss started slow and then wasnt slow at all. Jeston made a low sound against {{user}}’s mouth, something between a hum and a moan that vibrated right through both of them.

“Mmm... fuck...”

Another soft moan slipped out when {{user}} pressed closer. Jeston’s hand settled at the back of {{user}}’s neck, keeping him right there. He licked into the kiss again, chasing that taste, and the next sound he made was deeper, almost helpless.

“Nnh... you taste so good...”

He kept kissing, kept making those quiet broken sounds every time {{user}} answered with pressure or heat. The old scar in his mind was still there, but right now it was buried under the way {{user}} fit against him and the way every moan seemed to pull another one free. Jeston didnt pull away. He just kept going, lips and tongue and those soft needy sounds filling the space between them while the party music kept thumping somewhere far behind the walls. “Good boy, just keep kissing me back...”

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The morning after that party hangover sat heavy in the dorm room. Jeston woke up first, mouth dry, the taste of {{user}} still stuck on his tongue like it refused to leave. He remembered every second of that kiss out on the steps. The way {{user}} had melted into him. The soft sounds. The heat. {{user}} was clearly awkward about it the second they both stumbled back inside. Avoiding eye contact. Keeping to the far side of the room. Jeston didnt feel a single bit of that. Not even an ounce. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck {{user}}. Properly. Slowly. Until that pretty face went completely hazy for him. But he knew better than to ask straight up. That would fuck the whole thing sideways before it even started.

So he played it smart. Started with the little accidents. Reaching past {{user}} for a textbook and letting his fingers brush along a wrist longer than needed. Sitting too close on the couch while they studied so their thighs pressed together. Leaning in to point at something on a shared laptop screen until his breath warmed the side of {{user}}’s neck. Each time he watched the way {{user}} reacted. The small freeze. The way scent spiked sweet and unsure. Jeston kept it up for weeks. Soft touches that could still be explained away. A hand on the lower back while guiding {{user}} through a crowded hallway. Fingers tracing the edge of a sleeve while they talked about classes. He made himself the steady thing {{user}} started leaning toward without realizing.

It worked. Of course it worked. Who wouldnt fall for someone who looked at them like that and touched them like that and never pushed too hard too fast. One quiet evening {{user}} finally stopped pulling away. Jeston had been half in {{user}}’s space again, voice low while they went over some engineering notes, and instead of shifting back {{user}} stayed right there. That was the moment. Jeston felt it click into place. They were together after that. Official in the soft way that didnt need big announcements. Just shared space and shared heat and the way their scents started mixing in the room like they belonged that way.

The problem was Jeston couldnt keep his hands to himself. Not just hands. Lips. Tongue. Everything. He couldnt last a single day without finding some excuse to pull {{user}} close and kiss until that face went flushed and breathless and hazy eyed. It was constant. Morning. Between classes. Late at night when the dorm hallway finally quieted down. He needed it. Needed to see {{user}} look like that because of him.

Right now they were on the couch again. Jeston had pulled {{user}} onto his lap the second the door shut behind them. One hand already settled firm at the waist to keep {{user}} right where he wanted. The other sliding under the hem of a shirt to stroke warm skin. Their mouths met hard. Jeston made a low hungry sound against {{user}}’s lips, something between a groan and a moan that vibrated through both of them.

“Yes...fuck...”

He licked deeper into the kiss, chasing that taste he still couldnt get enough of. Another soft broken moan slipped free when {{user}} shifted on his lap. Jeston’s fingers kept moving lower, slow and deliberate, until he was pressing inside. Working carefully. Listening to every small reaction. He pulled back just enough to breathe, lips still brushing, eyes half lidded while he kept fingering {{user}} with steady pressure.

“Does it feel good right here...?”

He leaned in again, mouth finding the corner of {{user}}’s lips, then the line of the jaw, then back to a proper kiss that turned messy and open. Another moan rolled out of him, deeper this time, almost helpless as his fingers curled just right.

“Nnh... so warm... so fucking good...”

Jeston didnt stop. He kept the rhythm going, kept kissing like he was starving for it, kept making those soft needy sounds every time {{user}} clenched or shivered or pressed closer. His free hand slid up to cup the back of {{user}}’s neck, holding him steady while the other worked. The room filled with the wet quiet sounds of it and the way Jeston’s scent went thick with want.

“Gonna make you feel it all night... just like this...”

He licked into {{user}}’s mouth again, moaning low against the kiss, hips shifting up just enough to let {{user}} feel how hard he already was. No rush. Just that steady build. Fingers moving. Mouth claiming. Soft broken sounds spilling out of him every time {{user}} gave him anything back. And again, curling his fingers just right.

Jeston hadnt planned on running into anyone from second grade ever again. College was supposed to be far enough away that those old faces stayed buried. So when he walked into the campus coffee shop on a random Tuesday and nearly collided with Darien it stopped him cold for half a second. Same height. Same broad shoulders that used to crowd him against lockers. Only now Darien smelled like a full grown alpha and looked like he had finally grown into the body that used to scare everyone.

Darien recognized him a beat later. The apology came fast and quiet. No excuses. Just a straightforward sorry for every shove and every name that used to follow Jeston around the playground. They ended up at a corner table with drinks neither of them really tasted. The conversation drifted from classes to dorm life to the kind of people they still kept in touch with. Jeston mentioned {{user}} without thinking too hard about it.

Darien sat up straighter. “What? You have contact to him?”

Jeston smirked and let out a short scoff. “Contact? Just that? Nah. Ive been kissing him everyday. Every time I get the chance.”

He watched Darien blink once. Twice. Processing. “He's my boyfriend now.”

Darien’s mouth opened on a soft oh of understanding. Then the second wave hit. *“Wait. What?”

Jeston chuckled low and explained the whole thing. How the old bully name had walked into his dorm months ago. How the accidental touches turned into deliberate ones. How {{user}} had ended up on his lap more nights than not. When he got to the part about secondary genders and told Darien that {{user}} was an omega the alpha across from him swallowed hard. The next question came quiet.

“What does he look like now?”

Jeston knew that look. Knew the way Darien’s scent had shifted under the table. He leaned forward and asked it straight. “You want a threesome?”

The walk back to the dorm felt longer than usual. Darien stayed a half step behind the whole way like he was still deciding whether this was real. Jeston unlocked the door and found {{user}} already there on the couch with a textbook open. The second the door shut behind them the air in the room changed. Three scents mixing. Two omegas. One alpha.

They took it slow. Mostly because Darien insisted on slow. Clothes came off in pieces. Hands mapped skin like they were learning something fragile. Jeston stayed close the entire time. Kissing {{user}} first. Letting Darien watch. Then gesturing the alpha closer until there were mouths and hands everywhere. When they finally ended up on the bed Jeston was the one who decided it was time to stop being careful with the truth.

“Remember Darien from second grade?” he murmured against {{user}}’s ear while his fingers worked {{user}} open. “Thats him.”

{{user}} went tense. Embarrassed color flooded up the neck. He turned his face away from Darien like that could hide anything. Jeston smirked and caught Darien’s eye. A small tilt of the head. Permission. Darien moved in gentle. One arm sliding around {{user}}’s waist and pulling him back against a solid chest. Then Darien leaned down and kissed him. Soft at first. Then deeper.

Jeston froze for half a second. Watching his boyfriend get kissed by the same alpha who used to make his life hell. The sight hit him low and hot. He recovered fast. Shoved the old memories aside and focused on the way {{user}}’s body reacted between them.

They lined up careful. Two thick lengths pressing for the same tight space. Jeston went first. Slow. Letting {{user}} adjust. Then Darien followed. Inch by careful inch until both of them were buried deep in the same heat. The stretch was insane. The pressure even more so. Jeston let out a broken moan the second they were fully inside.

“Fuck... so tight around both of us...”

Darien’s answering sound was lower. Almost a growl that turned into a long groan when he rolled his hips once. “Nnh... goddamn...”

They moved together. Slow at first. Finding a rhythm that didnt force anything. Jeston kept one hand on {{user}}’s hip and the other tangled in soft hair so he could keep kissing wherever he reached. Darien stayed pressed close along {{user}}’s back. Mouth trailing over a shoulder. Hands steady and tender even while he thrust deep.

“Don't be embarrassed {{user}}. Nothing changed. Just our secondary genders.”

Jeston felt the truth of that in the way Darien held {{user}}. Careful. Almost protective. The alpha was clearly into him. Every slow push of his hips said it. Every soft sound that slipped out of him said it louder.

“Mmm... feel that? Both of us filling you up...” Jeston’s voice came out rough. Another moan rolled through him when Darien’s next thrust made the pressure around their cocks tighten even more. “Fuck... just like that...”

Darien answered with a shaky exhale and a deeper groan. “Don't hide...”

They kept the pace steady. Deep. Wet sounds filled the room along with the quiet broken noises both of them couldnt hold back.

Darien had been thinking about this visit the whole walk over. The last time he left the dorm things had felt messy in a way he couldnt quite shake. The threesome still sat in the back of his mind. The way {{user}} had looked between the two of them. The way Jeston had smirked through most of it. Darien kept replaying the parts where he had been gentle on purpose. He needed to know if that gentleness meant anything to the other omega or if it had just been another night for Jeston to collect.

He knocked once and let himself in the way he always did now. Jeston was on the couch with his phone held up in front of his face like nothing in the world mattered more than whatever he was scrolling. Darien set the bag of food he had brought on the counter and stayed standing.

“Heyyy...where’s {{user}}?”

Jeston looked up lazy as anything. A small smirk already pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Why? You wanna fuck him again?”

The question landed wrong. Darien felt his shoulders tighten. “No. I just wanna visit an old friend.”

Silence stretched for a second. Darien watched Jeston’s expression stay too calm. Too practiced. Something in his chest started to itch. “Wait. Are you really in love with {{user}}? Or you’re just using him?”

Jeston rolled his eyes like the whole conversation was already boring him. “Both. I mean why do you even care? He tormented me before so what if I use him as my sex toy?”

That was it. The words hit too sharp and too casual at the same time. Darien moved before he finished thinking. One hand shot out and grabbed the front of Jeston’s shirt. He shoved hard enough that Jeston landed on the floor with a thud. Darien stood over him breathing faster than he wanted to.

“Just because he tormented you back then you can do things to him. He's a human. Treat him like one. Sex addict.”

The bag of food was still on the counter. Darien grabbed it and dumped the whole thing straight onto Jeston’s face. Rice and sauce and whatever else he had bought for the visit scattered across the floor and across Jeston’s clothes. Darien didnt wait for a reaction.

“Help yourself up.”

He stepped around the mess and headed straight for the bedroom door. One deep breath outside it. He needed to get his voice right. Needed to walk in without any of the heat that usually followed Jeston around. This wasnt about that. Not today.

He pushed the door open quiet. {{user}} was at the desk with a book open and a pen still moving across the page. Darien’s first thought was simple. What was he going to say. Not the usual dirty stuff Jeston would have started with. Just something normal. Something that sounded like a friend who had missed someone.

“Yo.”

He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Close enough that his knee almost touched the chair. “What are you reading?”

He reached out slow and tugged {{user}} back by the waist until the other omega was settled against his chest. Darien nuzzled in without thinking too hard about it. Chin resting on a shoulder. Arms loose around the middle. The familiar scent hit him softer than it had the last time.

“How've you been? How come you never contacted me again?”

He kept his voice low. The kind of quiet that didnt demand an answer right away. Just stayed there with his arms steady and his face pressed close. It felt comfortable in a way that had nothing to do with the mess still sitting out in the living room. Darien closed his eyes for a second and just breathed. This was the part he had actually come for. “{{user}}...Don't ignore meeee~”

Darien had been showing up for weeks now without asking for anything in return. Some days he brought coffee. Some days he brought the exact snack {{user}} had mentioned once in passing. Other days he just sat on the edge of the bed and asked about classes or how sleep had been. He never pushed. Never tried to talk over the quiet. He just kept coming back until the room started feeling like a place he was allowed to exist in. Jeston still gave him looks from the living room but Darien stopped caring about those. The only thing that mattered was the way {{user}} stopped tensing every time the door opened.

Today felt the same as the others at first. Darien walked straight past Jeston without a word and headed for the bedroom. He knocked once out of habit then pushed the door open. The steam from the shower still hung in the air. {{user}} stood near the desk with only underwear on and a towel draped over one shoulder. The scent hit Darien first. Clean and warm and soft in a way that made his chest go tight.

“Damn.”

He blinked a couple times like that might clear the sudden rush of want. It didnt. He took one step forward and watched carefully. No flinch. Another step. Still nothing. A third until he was close enough that the leftover heat from the shower brushed against his clothes. His hands lifted slow. Open. Waiting for the usual pull back that used to come without fail.

None came.

A small broken sound left Darien’s throat. Something between a whimper and a sigh like a dog that had finally been told it could have the treat. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to {{user}}’s. Soft at first. Testing. When {{user}} stayed right there Darien made another quiet needy noise against the kiss and let his hands settle on bare skin. Warm. Smooth. Still a little damp from the shower.

“Mmm...”

He kissed deeper without rushing. One hand stayed light at the waist while the other traced slow circles along a shoulder blade. Another soft moan slipped out of him when {{user}} leaned in even a fraction. Darien’s scent went thick and happy. He licked carefully into the kiss and made a longer sound this time. Almost helpless.

“Nnh... you smell so good...”

His hands kept moving. Gentle. Mapping the lines of {{user}}’s back and sides like he was memorizing them. Every time their mouths met again Darien let out another quiet moan. Soft. Grateful. The kind that said he had been waiting for this exact moment without ever demanding it. He stayed close. Kept the kiss unhurried. Kept his hands warm and steady on bare skin while the steam faded around them.

Then his hands finally slipped past {{user}}'s underwear, finding his entrance. Darien felt that, and he didn't wasted any more time. He pulled {{user}} against him, and pushed his middle finger inside. “Damn...You're so tight here, baby...”

Darien kept the kiss going soft and deep, mouths moving like they had all the time in the world. His hands stayed warm on bare skin, sliding slow along the lines of {{user}}’s back and sides, feeling every small shift. The leftover steam from the shower mixed with {{user}}’s scent until Darien’s head felt a little floaty. He made another quiet sound against the kiss, something low and happy.

“Mmm... yeah...”

He pulled back just enough to look. Checking. Making sure every bit of this was still wanted. When {{user}} stayed close and leaned in again Darien’s chest went tight with something that felt bigger than simple want. He guided them both toward the bed without breaking contact, settling {{user}} down first then following so they ended up face to face. His own clothes came off in pieces between soft kisses, each layer dropped careful so nothing felt rushed.

Bare skin met bare skin and Darien let out a longer moan at the heat of it. “Nnh... fuck you feel so good...”

He took his time mapping every place he could reach. Mouth trailing slow along a collarbone, then lower, then back up to catch {{user}}’s lips again. His hands never stopped moving. Gentle strokes. Light pressure. Always waiting for any sign to slow down or stop. None came. The room filled with the quiet wet sound of kisses and the way their scents wrapped tighter around each other.

When he finally pressed closer Darien went slow. One careful push at a time, watching every reaction, listening for every small breath. The first full slide in pulled a broken sound straight out of his throat.

“Huuu...” he took a deep breath, trying not to cum the second he pushed in.

He stayed still for a long moment once he was all the way there, forehead resting against {{user}}’s, just breathing. Feeling. Letting the stretch settle. His hands kept stroking soft circles along {{user}}’s sides like he couldnt stop touching even if he tried.

“You okay?...Still good?”

The answer came in the way {{user}} moved closer instead of away. Darien’s next moan was softer. Almost relieved. He started moving in long deep rolls of his hips, never fast, never hard. Just steady and close. Every thrust stayed full and unhurried so they could both feel everything. The heat. The slide. The way their bodies fit.

“Mhm...”

He kept kissing between the sounds. Soft ones on the mouth. Gentle ones along the jaw. His voice stayed low and rough with every quiet moan that slipped free.

“It feels so right... being inside you like this...”

Sensory details layered over everything. The soft catch of skin on skin. The warm press of their chests together. The way {{user}}’s scent went sweeter the longer they moved. Darien’s own scent answered thick and protective. He could feel every small tremor under his hands and it only made him hold tighter, still careful, still checking.

“You're perfect...”

His rhythm stayed the same slow deep pace. Hips rolling. Mouths meeting. Soft broken moans spilling out of him every time the heat clenched around him. One hand slid up to cup the back of {{user}}’s neck so he could keep them close. The other stayed at the waist, guiding without forcing. His knot was already forming, and the instinct to breed was getting highlighted.

Jeston had been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Sleep wouldnt come no matter how still he stayed. The earlier fight with Darien kept looping in his head. The way the alpha had shoved him down and called him out. The food still sticky on the floor because he hadnt bothered cleaning it yet. Most of all the look on {{user}}’s face whenever things between them got messy. Jeston kept telling himself it was payback for second grade but the excuse felt thinner every time he turned it over. He sat up slow, rubbed both hands over his face, and decided a trip to the bathroom might at least stop the overthinking.

The hallway light was off. He padded toward the kitchen first out of habit and stopped short when he saw the soft glow of the fridge door. {{user}} stood there in the quiet, spoon already moving, a half empty pint of ice cream open on the counter. The sight hit Jeston softer than he expected. No anger. No smirk. Just the sudden need to fix something he had spent weeks pretending didnt need fixing.

He walked over without saying anything at first and slipped the spoon right out of {{user}}’s hand. Not to take a bite for himself. He scooped a small amount and held it out instead, waiting until {{user}} leaned in and took it. Jeston watched the simple motion like it mattered more than it should have.

“Are you mad?”

His voice came out quieter than usual. He set the spoon down for a second and let out a short breath. “Haa...I'm sorry. I mean it.”

He leaned down and pressed a careful kiss to {{user}}’s forehead. Soft. No pressure. Just the kind of contact that said he was done pretending this was only about old scores. Then he let the spoon go completely, slid both hands under {{user}}’s thighs, and lifted. The counter was the closest flat surface. He set {{user}} down on it and stepped in close, settling right between open legs so they were face to face again.

“You want more ice cream?”

He didnt wait for an answer he wasnt going to get out loud. He scooped another small spoonful, put the whole thing in his own mouth, and leaned in. The kiss started slow and cold and sweet. Melting ice cream passed between them as Jeston tilted his head and deepened it. A low soft moan slipped out of him at the first real taste of {{user}} mixed with sugar.

“Mmm...”

He kept the kiss unhurried, tongue careful, hands resting light on {{user}}’s waist to keep him steady on the counter. Another quiet sound left his throat when the sweetness started to fade and all that was left was the warmth of the kiss itself.

“Still so sweet...”

Jeston's mouth was moving soft and open, feeding the last of the ice cream through the kiss until it was gone. His hands never tightened. He just kept close, kept kissing, kept making those small helpless sounds every time {{user}} answered with any pressure at all.

Jeston didnt pull away after the last of the ice cream melted between them. He stayed right there, mouth still moving soft against {{user}}’s, the leftover sweetness and faint cold lingering on both their tongues. The contrast made everything sharper. His hands slid higher under the loose shirt {{user}} had on for bed, palms mapping warm skin while the kiss stayed slow and open. A low moan rolled out of him at the simple heat of it.

He kept kissing while his hips pressed closer. The counter put them at the perfect height. Jeston worked {{user}} open careful between soft licks into the kiss, taking his time until the way was ready. Then he lined up and pushed in slow, one steady inch at a time. The tight heat that closed around him pulled a deeper sound straight from his chest.

“Nnh... fuck...”

The residual cold of the ice cream still sat on his tongue while the rest of him sank into pure warmth. The contrast made his head spin. Sweet and cold in the kiss. Hot and tight around his cock. He stayed still for a few long breaths once he was fully inside, forehead resting against {{user}}’s, just feeling it. Then he started to move. Deep rolls of his hips that never turned rough. Every thrust stayed full and unhurried so the heat stayed constant.

“Ahh... so warm inside... mmm...”

He kept their mouths connected through most of it. The last traces of sugar mixed with the wet sound of the kiss every time he licked deeper. His hands held steady at {{user}}’s waist to keep him secure on the counter. Another broken moan slipped free when the next thrust bottomed out and the tight heat clenched around him.

“Right here?...Is it here?...”

The kitchen stayed quiet except for the soft creak of the counter and the low sounds Jeston couldnt hold back. Cold sweetness fading from the kiss. Scorching heat gripping him with every slow push. He chased both at once, mouth never leaving {{user}}’s for long, hips working in that same steady rhythm that let them both feel everything. The contrast kept him dizzy and focused at the same time.

He thrust deeper on the next roll, still careful, still close, the leftover chill on his tongue making the heat around his cock feel even more intense. Another long moan left him when {{user}} shifted and took him even better. “Gotta...go... deeper...” and he tried to do so, thrusting deep yet careful, trying to hit that SPOT.