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"Zach!"
Zach groaned from the living room couch and turned down the movie he was watching, "What?"
"Owen wants to say hi real quick before he has to sign off!"
"WHAT!?" Zach tossed the remote away from him and dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time and booking it to his room. Gray was sitting in Zach's computer chair and laughing at the screen, "I think he literally flew up the stairs. His face is all red now."
"Nice work little man. Fist."
Gray made a fist and bumped it lightly against the laptop screen, "Talk to you later Owen."
"Night Gray."
Zach, none to delicately,shoved his brother out of his room and closed and locked the door before sliding into his computer chair and smiling at his computer screen, "Hey."
"Hey." Owen's smiling face answered back, "How's my guy tonight?"
"Not wanting to sound like a ridiculous cliche and say missing you, but it's too late for that."
Owen's eyes crinkled as his smile got bigger and he leaned forward towards the screen, "I cliche you too, Zach."
Zach laughed and a nice companionable silence followed as they just stared at each other for a minute, smiling stupidly at one another. It had been two months since the incident and a month since Owen had decided (Simon Masrani's son begged) to help get things back on track at the theme park and fifteen days since they had last skype'd or really talked. Which had kind of been Zach's fault because he scratched (dented horribly) the car. His father, looking for the ultimate punishment, had taken away his computer and his new phone, leaving him Owen-less.
Gray had tried to help out by letting him borrow his cell once or twice before their dad had caught on and taken Gray's away as well. They had only just gotten them back yesterday.
"How are things going over there?" Zach asked.
"Blue only tried to kill me three times. So progress. Her and Delta are still in the wind." Owen sighed dreamily, "My clever girls."
"That's not funny." Zach said even as his lips turned up further and he let out a small chuckle.
"Then why are you laughing?"
"Cause you're an idiot."
One of Owen's eyebrows rose in question, "Yet you chose me. So who's really the idiot here?"
"Shut up."
Owen's smile suddenly shifted, "How are you really? Gray said you've been acting weirder than normal. He said you keep mumbling to yourself. What's going on?"
Zach rubbed a hand over his face and groaned, "I am going to get him, I swear. He can't keep his little mouth shut."
"Hey now, don't hurt my informant."
"My brother. I can torture him however I want." Zach stuck his tongue out at the monitor and Owen smirked, "I can think of way better uses for that tongue."
The younger man blushed and he shifted awkwardly in his chair, "That's actually one of the things I wanted to talk to you about."
"What? You actually want to talk about how I wish you would use that tongue to--"
"Oh my God, don't finish that sentence!" Zach groaned and leaned back in his chair, smiling up at the ceiling as he questioned if he really wanted to be with this ridiculous man for the rest of his life. He looked back at the screen and Owen's stupid smiling face and thought 'Definitely'. "There's something important coming up. Well, two somethings and now that I have you I won't have to be alone for either. If you can make it back that is."
"I'll make it back. No matter what it is. If it's important to you, I'm there."
"I hate it when you do that."
"Do what? Be perfect? Well, I am sorry, but I have it on very good authority that I am the epitome of Alpha-ness and therefore cannot help but be perfect."
"I really need to learn how to not blurt things out."
Owen waggled his eyebrows and said jokingly, "When and where do you need me? Please say 'your bed' and 'horizontally'."
If only the Alpha knew how spot on he was with that...
"Well, for one, Prom is coming up and I've never really had a date to any of the dances and I'd kind of like to enjoy flaunting you around to my classmates. The only people who believe how I survived Jurassic World and that I actually have a Mate are Edmund and his cohorts. I just kind of want to feel important for once and show everyone at that school that I'm wanted. You know?"
"So you just want to use me as arm candy? I can dig that. You going to dip me in chocolate afterwards and then lick it off of me? I already come with nuts."
Zach banged his head on the desk and rolled it back and forth, "I change my mind. I don't want you to come."
"Well I want to come...with you to Prom."
"How? How can you make everything sexual?"
"All a part of my charm."
Zach lifted his head and looked at his Mate fondly, "As long as I'm the only one you charm like that."
"Til Death Do Us Part."
The Omega sat up and scooted his chair forward, smiling wide, "Good."
"What's this other important thing?"
Zach felt a nice blush spread over his face and he averted his eyes, forcing himself to bring up the other thing without looking at Owen's face for his reaction. "A week before Prom...I'llbegoingintoheat."
"I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"
Zach covered his eyes with his hand, still refusing to look at the other, "A week before Prom. I'm going to be going into Heat and I was hoping that maybe you would want to share it with me."
Owen didn't say anything and Zach didn't remove his hand from his eyes. Not wanting to see the other man's reaction.
"Zach...look at me."
Reluctantly, Zach removed his hand and managed to look at the screen. Owen's face was soft and open, but his smile was unsure, "I know I joke about it a lot with you, but that...that's a big step Zach."
"I know. I've been thinking about it for awhile."
"How long is awhile?"
"Since I realized it was coming up, so about two weeks."
"You only took two weeks to think about it? That's all?"
"What do you mean that's all?" Zach was getting a little upset. Didn't Owen want to share his heat with him? Isn't that what all Alphas wanted? "I don't understand I thought you'd want to. Don't all Alphas jump at the chance to knot their Omega?"
Owen stilled, his smile faltering as he said, "I'm not most Alphas. I don't want you to feel like you should have to share your heat with me just because I would want it. I want you to share yourself with me because you want it. Not just because your biology is telling you to. Do you get what I'm saying?"
Zach's posture softened, "You want me to be sure i'm ready, ready?"
"That and not so early in our relationship. I l-o-v-e you Zach but this," Owen gestured at himself and then Zach through the screen, "this is more than just an Alpha and an Omega. More than Heats and Ruts and knotting. I want to be with you and in you and have you be in me, but I don't want our first time together to be us out of our minds with heat-lust that neither of us remember how it felt. When I'm an old man and you're changing my diaper and feeding me tapioca through a tube, I want to look at you and remember the first time I got to really taste you and touch you and have you."
Zach turned his eyes away when he felt them start to fill with moisture, "I'm sorry. I was trying to talk myself into it and I managed it too, but I wasn't feeling a hundred percent about it. I l-o-v-e you too and I just thought...I thought it would be something you would want. I wanted to make you happy."
"I'm already happy Zach. You're mine and I'm yours. So long as you don't realize you're too good for me and leave, I'll be happy."
Zach looked back at the computer and saw that Owen's palm was resting on the screen. He reached forward and placed his palm over where Owen's was, "Thank You."
Owen winked, "Have to live up to my reputation of perfection."
The younger Omega laughed, "I regret saying anything about that cause you are never going to let me live it down are you?"
"Nope. I'm going to remind you twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five. Learn to deal."
"I hate your perfect face." Zach said fondly.
"I know." Owen winked, "Now tell me all about Prom. When is it and how jealous do you want to make everyone because that will depend on how hot I dress."
"Like, omg-how-did-Zach-land-him! super jealous." Zach said in a high pitched whiny, Valley Girl voice.
Owen smirked, "Babe, you won't even recognize me."