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Benny stepped out of the kitchen and took a deep breath to steady himself. He understood that hiring more help at the diner was necessary – especially since he was only part time – but if he had to watch that drifter burn one more order because they were staring into space… He pinched the bridge of his nose and wished he smoked, or even had a bottle of whiskey.
He smelled an Omega coming towards him, and stilled, weighing the pros and cons of the encounter.
“I was handling it perfectly well, Fergus.”
“Were you?”
The Scottish voice was low and annoyed, and Benny looked over in interest.
An older female Omega was being escorted by an Alpha who looked about his age, and Benny licked suddenly dry lips.
“I just wanted to do some shopping.” she was practically pouting.
“I told you not to come until next month.” he snapped. “But do you listen to me? no. never.”
Benny couldn’t take his eyes away from the couple.
“Hey, moron.”
He blinked as the Alpha growled at him.
“Mind your business, and eyes off my mother.”
Rowena smacked him lightly.
Benny hummed, still watching the shorter man as he absorbed that information. “Wasn’t interested in her, chief.”
Her eyes widened in surprise and then she smirked, looking at her son expectantly.
Crowley blinked and the pair came to a stop in front of Benny as he let his eyes rake over Benny’s figure. “Is your nose broken?” he asked sarcastically.
“No, it’s working perfectly fine.” Benny looked amused.
Rowena laughed and sauntered into the cafe.
Crowley made an abortive move to stop her and sighed. He redirected his attention to Benny. “Interesting proposition.”
“Take it or leave it – I’m not the settling type, and I like a little bit of spirit.”
“I’m not in the habit of bottoming.”
Benny considered. “Make it good enough, and I won’t hold that against you.”
He looked surprised, and smiled slowly. “Your place or mine?”
He smirked. “Let me clock out, cher, and you can take me wherever you want.”
“My mother demands we put a name on this.” Crowley said with that brand of annoyance that signalled he was fond.
“Does she. And you’re in the habit of listening to her?” he traced gentle circles on Crowley’s bare shoulder as they lay in bed.
“You’ve met Rowena – she’s bloody loud.”
He chuckled. “So you want to settle down with a nice, biddable Omega then?”
Crowley pinched his nipple and twisted it hard. “If I wanted someone submissive, I’d find one, pet; and not be banging you.”
He hummed. “So you saying you ain’t planning on ending this any time soon?”
“...I’m agreeable to the continuation of our arrangement.”
Benny laughed out loud. “Cher, you got a funny way of saying yes.”
Crowley rolled over on top of him, pinning him to the bed. “Then while you try to come up with an...acceptable term for our arrangement, I’ll show you yes.” he purred before sliding down Benny’s body and swallowing his cock as Benny groaned in pleasure.
“Mother. I will move and not give you our address – why do you insist on coming here?” Crowley groused from the kitchen.
She laughed lightly, taking the cup of tea Benny handed her. “I just wanted to visit my son and his mate – can you blame me?”
Benny faltered, and she smirked at him.
“We aren’t mates, mother. He’s an Alpha.”
She rolled her eyes. “Husband then.”
Crowley growled and Benny could hear him open the liquor cabinet.
“I’m beginning to think you come out here just to rile him up, ma’am.”
“Oh, that voice could do things to me…”
He didn’t quite hide his grimace.
She smirked. “Omegas aren’t your type, dearie?” she asked, coy.
“You aren’t my type.” he said, plainly.
She leaned forward. “I can be sweet and pliable.”
Now he definitely didn’t hide his grimace. “Rowena, no offense, but I don’t think you can – or would.”
She laughed again, relaxing back in her seat. “Oh, I knew I liked you.” she waved her hand dismissively. “Fergus likes you, I wouldn’t dream of pushing in. Now, if he ever steps out…” she said suggestively, looking him over.
“You still ain’t all my type.”
“What a pity. Fergus! When will I get grandchildren?”
There was a thunk from the kitchen and Benny chuckled.
“Traitor.” Crowley hissed in his direction, hearing him.
Benny just laughed louder.
“It’s not the most...efficient thing.”
Benny didn’t look up from where he was grilling the onions. “That so, cher?”
“Your place, my place… It isn’t like I plan on going to your place…” he trailed off, sipping his Scotch.
“My place ain’t that bad.”
“Your place is a step above barracks.” he hissed.
“And you’d know what that’s like?” he looked back, amused.
He rolled his eyes. “I am just saying...it’s inefficient.”
“There ain’t really another option, chief.” he went back to his cooking. “This way we can keep our private lives separate.”
“Yes. That’s what I want.” he sounded annoyed again. “That’s why I invite you over half the week, and you have your own laundry basket. Definitely separate.”
Benny frowned at his pan, and then lowered the heat and slowly turned around. “...Crowley.”
The shorter man swallowed and looked up at him. After a minute he said in a voice too gruff to not be nervous: “You already spend most of the time in my bed – just move the rest of your things in.”
Benny stared at him, saying the first thing that came to mind: “My stuff won’t fit with your aesthetic, cher.”
“Damn my aesthetic – you don’t fit it either. Just...move in or don’t. It doesn’t matter.” he drained his glass, and then hissed as Benny reached out and pulled him up out of his chair and halfway across the island to kiss him.
“Yes, Fergus Crowley. I’ll move in with you.”
He huffed. “This tie is silk, you barbarian!”
Benny didn’t get down on one knee, he didn’t plan anything special or ornate. He made Crowley a simple breakfast, laid the gold band atop the pancakes and served it to his lover in their bed.
“Hey, cher. Wake up.” he shook him gently.
He muttered something in Scots, pulling the blanket up over his head.
Benny rolled his eyes and yanked the blanket off, balancing the tray with his other hand. “You’re wasting daylight.” he said cheerfully.
“Positively demonic.” Crowley muttered, glaring at him.
Benny handed him the tray, and sat down beside him on the bed to hide his own nerves.
Crowley picked up the cup of coffee first, draining it before yawning and looking for the cutlery.
Benny saw the moment he saw the ring, saw the way he froze and the way he cautiously picked up the band.
Then he glared and set it back down. “No.”
He blinked.
“No – this...this is what you call a proposal?” he hissed. “There is no...style! No panache!”
Benny was still staring at him.
“I had dinner reservations planned, and a steel custom ring and – is this your bloody family ring?” he picked it up again.
“...you’re not saying no to the proposal, are you.” Benny said slowly.
“What? No!” he shifted towards Benny, taking his hand. “No, pet. I...I love you. And I will marry you. But this…” he huffed and shoved the ring on his finger. “Doesn’t count. We have dinner reservations this weekend, and I get to propose to you. Properly.” he hissed.
Benny relaxed and kissed him. “As long as we both know I did it first.”
“Bloody possessive Alpha…” he muttered.
“You know my mother will ask…” Crowley sighed. “What are we thinking about children?”
Benny arched an eyebrow at him, tying a new knot for his corner of the living room. “You got some parts I don’t know about, cher?”
He shot him a dark look. “Adoption is an option, moron.”
He chuckled.
“You know, it’s insulting that you don’t even take my threats seriously anymore.”
“Did I ever?”
“...no. You were eyeing me like the well-endowed figure I am.”
“Exactly. So.” he tossed the rope onto the table and leaned back, focusing on his fiance. “why the question, cher? You want kids, we can have kids – I ain’t standing in the way of that.”
Crowley huffed, and grew thoughtful. “...maybe one day.”
He nodded. “Alright.”
“...come here, you smug oaf.”
Benny got up obligingly, straddling Crowley’s lap and kissing him deeply. “Fine. But I get to fuck you this time, cher.”
His eyes darkened. “No complaints, pet.”
Crowley was eyeing the decoration with disgust.
Benny stepped up beside him, straightening his tie unnecessarily. “Don’t be that way.”
“Pastels?”
“You’re the one who didn’t tell Rowena no when she volunteered to arrange the wedding for us.” he reminded him fondly.
“That woman has issues.”
“And she will definitely cry if you tell her today that you hate her decorations. Wait a week.” he took his hand.
“I know you attended that parade of people she pulled out – why didn’t you veto this?” he demanded.
He shrugged. “She was having fun, and I didn’t care, cher. If you had an opinion you should have told her one of the hundred times she asked for it.”
“There is still time for me to leave you.” he hissed.
“What, no chance after the vows?” he teased.
“I didn’t make you sign a pre-nup so, no. Murder, yes. Divorce, no.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I love you too.” he kissed him as the wedding march started. “I love you too.”