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Liam was running a fever. He didn’t think it was too high that his mam would tell him not to go to school, but it’s enough that he feels lethargic, not up to par to joke around with his mates today, maybe. He woke up fine, found it difficult to leave the cozy spot on his bed but he managed it eventually. Neither his mum or his older brother Paul told him he smelled particularly like anything, there was just a throwaway comment by his mother.
“You smell a bit sick today Liam.” Peggy commented over the sizzling of the eggs when Liam went up to her to give her a good morning kiss on her cheek. She shuffled his hair in greeting.
“He’s always smelling like that these days.” Paul replied from the table, his plate of food already empty and if Liam had to guess his cup of tea was near it too. His brother always got up earlier than Liam did, his schedule at the construction site earlier than Liam’s own at his school, working till late for almost nothing since their da always pocketed almost half his paycheck the fucking cunt.
“Ever since—” Paul kept talking but their mam interrupted him.
Their mam clicked her tongue at him and Liam saw her widening her eyes to say something to him, Paul must’ve gotten it because he didn’t say anything else but Liam himself didn’t understand anything.
“Ever since what?” He asked his ma and watched as Paul grimaced and stood up from his seat at the table excusing himself to go to work. Liam turned to see Peggy after Paul disappeared outside the kitchen door and soon the sound of the front door clicked shut. “Since what?”
“Oh well you know.” She busied herself scraping the eggs onto a plate. “Since yer birthday, you haven’t been in tip top shape have ya?”
That was true enough, but it was a well known fact to their whole family and even to Liam’s school. He had been a sickly child who had stopped getting sick for a while and now he’s a sickly teenager. It’s not news when he’s left on the bed because the flu got him again. But the look shared between his mam and Paul was another thing, and he felt too tired to press too much after his mam replied with that. What does it change anyway?
The thing about the whole situation with him being sick is that while yes he was a sickly child, this time around that’s not exactly his situation. The doctors diagnosed him with some weird syndrome because his birthday number fifteen came and went without him presenting, causing his hormones to get unbalanced —how does that work? Liam doesn’t really understand— and made him susceptible to every seasonal sickness ever.
He doesn’t know when his supposed heat is, but he’s not exactly worried about it. He just lived his life, went to school, hung around his mates, helped his mam sometimes in the house, and decidedly ignored the hurt in his heart when Noel refused to come home again and again, holding in his tears when his mam shook his head again in his weekly call with Liam’s older brother.
Fine, the cunt can surround himself with those poofs in the Inspirals for months instead of coming home, why should Liam care? He really doesn’t. He’s got better things to do with his time. Like going to school and participating in classroom gossip. That’s fun and it doesn’t involve that cunt Noel.
But today, school was boring and recess is panning out to be just as boring if not more, Liam decides, pushing around the peas in his shepherd’s pie with the noise of the canteen as a background.
The main gossip this week had been that of a girl called Alison stealing another girls boyfriend or summat like that, both girls had people on their side and they sent daggers towards each other across the canteen from the safety of their tables in a silent war instead of the cat fight Liam thought they’d have, some pulling at each others hairs with scratches in their heads. It would’ve been fun and a great distraction from how progressively awful he’s starting to feel.
“Are you gonna eat that?” Liam hears a voice say coming from his right side, he turns to see Guigs pointing at his shepherd's pie with his own fork.
Liam shook his head. “Have at it.”
Guigs grabs the barely eaten pastry from Liam’s tray just as one of the girls group stands up from their table and leaves, all of them with their head held high, chief among them a red headed girl who must be the so-called Claire, the boyfriend stealer.
Liam admired her cheek, of holding her chin up high, not caring about what anyone at school said of her. It’s the same thing he’d do if he was in her shoes, it’s sort of the same thing he does when he sees Louise, in the seldom times Noel brings her with him for sunday roast, his personal human shield, so they can pretend they’re a normal couple and that Louise can get her dream of two and a half kids with the nice house and a little garden outside, fucking perfect couple with a fucking perfect life. But they’re not.
Louise is a beta woman for goodness sake, half paranoid of any omega, man or woman —since Noel is not picky— snatching him from her. She never takes Liam into account, nobody does. He’s an omega, Noel could pick him right? He should, he thinks, taking his water bottle and taking a sip.
It made no sense to Liam anyway, this omega thing, he didn’t want to give it weight but instinctively he could not do it, bristling at Louise and every person that comes close to his favourite older brother, but apparently it made sense to everyone else.
Paul had told him once, when Noel had left for his roadie job that when he was a wee little lad he used to follow Noel around, with a firm grip on his clothes or holding his hand when Noel felt particularly soft on him that day, telling everyone that could and would hear him, that they’d get married when they were supposed to get older, would bite each other and have a lot of pups because that’s what Noel wanted, a big happy family.
Liam got out of that conversation with a rosy cheeks, murmuring about other things he had to do while Paul chuckled behind him. But Liam vaguely remembered doing those all those things, telling his primary school friends that he had a cool alpha older brother in the upper years, bragging about him. Could remember being twelve and almost growling at Diane when she’d dare come to the house to hang around Noel, almost scratching her face when she’d inevitably wanted to kiss him.
He could also remember rubbing his face in all of his clothes, laying in Noel’s bed when the sheets were just washed and had lost Liam’s scent. He’d sometimes would feel bad when mam, Noel and even Paul came smelling of strong scents, his nose was just too sensitive for them at the time.
Maybe it had been too much, all of it, maybe that’s why mam had encouraged Noel to take that sodding job as a roadie with that bloody band. If Liam had to catch sight of that Clint Boon guy, ugly cunt of a beta who kept leaving hickeys on Noel’s neck, he might just scratch his face and cut away his lips with a pair of his mam’s knitting scissors.
“You smell rank.” Guigs says, with his own water bottle in hand and an empty tray in front of him on the table. Liam blinks at him, his friend’s got a furrow in between his eyebrows, and he thinks, why are they still at school? Liam’s got the start of a headache building, pressure behind his eyeballs, he should be at home sleeping it off. He’d much rather be getting plastered in Guigs’ room but oh well.
“Fuck off.” Liam answers moody. “You know how to talk to an omega.”
“I’m just saying.” Guigs raised his hands up in a surrender motion. “I think your heat is coming soon.”
“It’s supposed to have come months ago mate.” Liam huffs turning around to watch other people leave the canteen, going away to other classes.
“No, like,” Guigs blinks, trying to explain his mind. “This time is different, you don’t smell more of being sick, this one is different.”
Liam eyes him from the side of his vision. “You’re a beta mate, how would you know?”
“Your sweat gets stronger, like,” he shrugs, like the whole thing is not worth explaining too much. “It’s not a particular smell.”
Liam sniffed himself, under his armpits, but there’s nothing different? At least in his perception. But there's a slimmer of self consciousness blooming in his chest and he suppresses the need to sniff himself.
“But you’re wearing something of your brother’s?” He asks with his brows furrowed. “You smell a bit like him, like… both your scents are mixed.”
“My undershirt.” Liam replies, suddenly dizzy. Noel’s scent mixes well with his. He could purr but he just swallowed that instinct.
“I’m serious, you should go home.” His friend insists.
“Your nose is too sensitive for a beta.” Liam grumbles but stands up to head to the nurse with his best mate by his side.
The nurse, a Mrs. Hewitt, checks his temperature by making him put the little needle like thing under his armpit as she argues with Guigs about letting him come with Liam, to deliver him to his house safe and sound or summat like that, he wasn’t really listening to his stupid reasons, but also not raising his voice against it because whatever, who is he to say anything about how anyone chooses to leave.
“This is your fifth visit this month Mr. Gallagher.” The woman says, frowning at the needle thing and ignoring Guigs’ pleads. “Did your mum take you to the doctor like I advised her to?”
“Yes,” Liam fidgets under her eyes. “She bought me the pills they told her to buy.”
“And the vitamins?” She looked at him over the rim of her glasses.
“Yes.”
“Haven’t done much now, have they?” Liam shrugs as she sighs, turning to look for something. “But it seems I have no release sheets now.”
“I’ll go to the secretary, me.” Guigs volunteered himself and Liam wanted to smirk at how eager he seemed to be.
“Alright, Mr. McGuigan.” She takes her glasses out and cleans them with the hem of her blouse. “You can go and maybe you’ll get a sheet too.”
He’s out of there as fast as humanly possible, leaving Liam to snigger after Mrs. Hewitt winks at him. She has no intention of letting Guigs go home, legally, that is, because everyone knows he and other lads —that may or may not include Liam sometimes— regularly skip school.
Mrs. Hewitt turned around and pointed at one of the beds in the room with the curtains opens, the one next to it was covered so he figured some other student was sleeping their illness away. “Lay down in the meantime Mr. Gallagher.”
Once he settles down into the hard and thin mattress, and Mrs. Hewitt has retreated into her little office, the curtains pull open. Liam turns his head to the side and is greeted by a blonde head of hair, and a gummy smile to boot.
“Hi Lili.” The girl greets him, sunshine in her smile for someone who’s supposed to be ill.
“Hi Lulu.” Liam greets back politely. “I thought we’d agreed to leave the nicknames behind in primary school.”
“You agreed with yourself, not me.” She shrugs. “Sick again?”
“Just a fever.” Liam murmurs. “You?”
“Really awful, bad cramps.” Lulu smiles a perfect smile, with her cheeks red and high in her face she looks radiant, not sick at all. “I need to go home immediately, you know?”
“Of course.” Liam smirks at her. “I knew there was a reason we dated in third grade.”
“Happiest three days of my life.” She says, giggling to herself. “Noel was so mean for telling you to break up with me.”
“I’m a good boy.” Liam replies, he’s not sure if it’s an accusation, if he should be offended on his older brother’s behalf. “I do as I’m told.”
“Yeah, I bet you do.” Her voice sounds teasing.
Guigs chooses this time to come back with the release papers in his hand, waving them in his hand with a smile like his release paper has already been signed, walking into Mrs. Hewitt to charm –or try to– into doing just that.
“Lili.” Lulu calls to him, he turns around to face her and sees that she looks abit red in the face. “Have you gotten a diagnosis yet? For your illness."
“Docs said some hormone imbalance.” Liam replies. “Why?”
“Just cause of your symptoms and the nurse visits.” She shrugs, her eyes are shifty looking at the ceiling instead of at him.
“Have you been stalking me?”
“Of course not!” She sounds offended, and the redness spreads all the way to her neck. “People talk!”
“What do they say?” He presses her.
“Lots of stuff.” She glances a quick look at him before going up the ceiling, her voice sounds careful. “Your symptoms…”
“What about them?”
“They sound like heat sickness.”
“How would you even know? You ain’t a doctor.” Liam can’t help but sound accusing, he’s been hating people talking about what he can or not have or what he should and should not do.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” Lulu sends him an apologetic look. “But you just have the same symptoms as my cousin had last year.”
“I don’t know what that is.” Liam is not afraid of admitting that to her. “Can you tell me?”
“It’s just your omega’s way of telling you it’s found it’s ideal mate.”
“What?”
“Your omega is making your body withhold a heat until your perfect alpha is here with you.”
“But I don’t have one.” Liam answers honestly. “I don’t think?”
“You better figure out quickly who it chose before it’s too late.”
Her tone is sombre enough that he doesn’t want to ask what ‘too late’ means. It’s not promising at all, he thinks.
Mrs. Hewitt decided then to come out of her office, waving around just two slips of paper, one for him and one for Lulu, leaving Guigsy to protest about the unfairness of it all and the insecurity of the streets she was subjecting the helpless omega to. Liam wasn’t at all sorry to leave him behind after that comment.
The walk back home seemed endless, the weather was overcast as he neared his house, his face in turn felt just a tad bit overheated like the sun was out in full summer heat. He wasn’t hungry at all, and wasn't thirsty. He just wanted a reprieve, wanted a break from feeling constantly like this, this tired and fucked up.
So the first thing he did was fill the bathtub with cold water. He had half a mind to go in with his clothes and all but if he does that then he’ll smell all weird and be sticky and he really can’t deal with that right now, can’t bear anything uncomfortable.
The water is cool to the touch and scrubbing off the sweat of the walk home made him feel better, staying there letting the water seep into his body to calm the fever for a while. Ultimately he felt he was gonna slip into sleep in the bathtub if he stayed there, so he gets up, using all of his strength to do so, and even walking to his room feels like such a chore, his every step is heavy. He’s winded by the end of it, and finding clean clothes just doesn’t make sense now.
Just as he’s about to fall down into his bed he realises it’s too bare, it’s just his usual sheets but it needs more sheets, maybe Noel’s sheets, maybe his clothes, and then his own clothes and then Liam remembers there's a particular hoodie he needs to have right now but the last time he saw Noel wear it he had slept in Paul’s room, so he goes there and searches the entire room and finds it under some other of Noel’s clothes on a little chair in said room. He puts on the hoodie and takes all of Noel’s clothes either way, walking back to his room like he wasn’t about to pass out just a few minutes before.
Once he’s in his room and he fixes his bed then he decides it’s good enough to sleep in. As soon as his head hits the pillow he falls asleep, his dreams are more of a collage of pictures that look too blurry for Liam to examine slowly. He doesn’t know how long it’s been but he feels a hand brushing his hair, and some voices talking around him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” A voice said in an accusatory tone, it’s the voice that’s brushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. “This is something I should’ve known about.”
“You cut me off every time I wanted to talk to you about him.”
“I didn't–”
“You did.”
Since Liam hasn't really bothered to open his eyes he can only hear the way his mam drops something in the tiny nightstand he has propped up on the corner of his room.
“His hormones are blocked and…” she sighs before continuing. “The doctor said a lot of words I still can't… process.”
“Mam?” Noel asks, uncertainty laces his voice
“His body or… his omega has chosen an alpha.” There's a beat of silence where Liam assumes they're just staring at each other in the way they like to do sometimes. “One that was too far away from him every month where he was supposed to get his heat.”
“Mam–” Noel tries to talk but his throat closes up, he sounds choked up as he tries to talk next. “I didn't–”
“Of course we all know that you didn't mean it.” Her voice breaks too. “I hope… for all of our sakes that you didn’t mean it.”
“Ma–”
“But it's also my fault too.” Their mam keeps on going. “I made you room together even after you presented because I thought… I don't know what I thought… it's just Liam… I guess I didn't think his omega would do this.”
There's a rustle in the sheets and the weight comes off, meaning Noel has stood up. Liam hopes he's hugging her right now because mam sounded too sad when she was speaking.
“But it happened.” A cold cloth is placed on Liam’s forehead and he almost jumps at the sensation. “And I don't need to know the details, I really don't Noel, but you have to take care of him, he's our baby, I need him healthy when I get back.”
“Where are you going?” Noel asks, concerned.
“To your Auntie Helen's.”
“For how long?” Noel asks again.
“For however many days it takes.” There’s some shuffling that makes him regret not having his eyes open. “You hear me son?”
The cloth in his forehead is pulled from it, the exposed wetness to the air is also cooling him, meanwhile his mam’s steps retreat then, her footsteps lead to her room. Liam can imagine it in his head clearly so he takes the chance to open his eyes to see what Noel is doing. He sits by the foot of his own bed, fiddling with the cloth, there’s a bowl in the little table probably filled with water in the exact spot he thought it would be. Noel sniffles, and it brings Liam’s attention back to him.
“Noel?” His voice rasps. Noel turns around to look at him for a second before he quickly turns back around to dunk the cloth back on the bowl and wrings it before coming to Liam’s side to place on his forehead again. The cloth is cool and Noel’s hands too when it comes down to take one of Liam’s hands.
“How do you feel kidda?” Noel asks him, rubbing his thumb on Liam’s palm.
“Feel too hot.” Liam manages to say, gulping the little saliva he has on his mouth since his throat feels really fucking dry like the fucking desert. “Water please.”
Noel hesitates a little before getting up again, like getting out of the room was the most impossible task ever for him right now, and with mam as upset as she sounded, Liam doesn’t blame him. But his older brother braves it and leaves Liam alone in the room to move around some things he’s got in his bed, a disturbed hoodie there, the part of the blanket Noel had sat on finds itself closer to Liam’s face. And when Noel comes back with the glass, Liam welcomes the coolness coming down his throat as he drinks it.
“Mam said you’ve been sick.” Noel says, his hands keep fidgeting but this time with themselves.
“A bit.” Liam shrugs, leaving the glass on the nightstand.
“You had a fever just now.” He says matter of factly and Liam shrugs again.
Their mother comes into the room again just then to say: “I called Paul and he won’t be coming over until you call, and Noel?” She sends Noel a look, too meaningful for Liam to understand. “I’m not happy about this.”
Saying that she leaves, and Liam has to wonder why she couldn’t look him in the eye, her entire focus was on Noel before leaving. His older brother looks like he’s going to be sick all over Liam’s bed.
“Are you okay Noely?” Liam asks frowning, looking at the green tinge of his skin.
“Do I look okay?” He says, sounding mad. “Cause I’m not! You— I don’t know how I—”
He stands up from the bed, huffing and trying to walk but there’s not much space inside and something tells Liam that his brother is not willing to leave the room just yet.
“I felt the need to come home and I—” He kept talking. “I found you here with mam telling me you were at death’s door!”
That’s very dramatic, Liam thinks, and something their mam in distress would say. “But I wasn’t, I’m fine now.”
“I know, I have eyes.” He huffs again, annoyed. “Alive to be my own personal hell in this future chamber.”
“I’m fine.” Liam keeps reminding him. “It’s all fine.”
“Nothing is fine Liam.”
“It is!” Liam sits up straight. “I–”
“Can’t you see mam has finally seen what we are? What I am?”
“And what is that?” Liam murmurs, seeing Noel’s dejected look.
“A monster.” Noel murmurs back, looking at the wall.
“You’re hardly that.” Liam feels bad just thinking about Noel thinking about himself like that.
“I am.” Noel moves again but this time to kneel by Liam’s side, holding onto his little brother's chin gently even if he’s simmering inside. “A monster that convinced his baby brother and his omega that he should mate with him.”
“You should mate me.” Liam says to him, blinking. His world is full of baby blue.
Noel sighs and he looks down at the mess of sheets and clothes underneath him, all thrown around Liam’s bed in a pattern only known to the younger boy. “That’s not what you should say.”
“I don’t care what I should or should not say.” Liam confesses, because he truly doesn’t.
Noel keeps looking down so he keeps on going. “Mate me Noel.”
“Liam—” Noel tries to fight it, but Liam doesn’t want to hear that answer, he wants something else.
“Mate me, brother.” Liam tugs him down onto him when he says that. There's no other excuse, he knows that, because Noel comes down easily, fitting into Liam's nest like it was built with him in mind. Because of course it was, Liam understands that now.
They mush their lips together with a lot of passion that neither realized the other felt. Even Liam is a bit surprised with the emotion inside his chest, how much he really really wants this. He wants everything with Noel.
Noel's hands roam around Liam freely for the first time in forever, somewhere down the line in between Liam's last few years of childhood, complete with the chubby cheeks, and the start of his puberty, Noel stopped touching him at all. No pats on the head when he'd done something to his liking, or poking him awake for school, lifting him up to the big cabinets so he can grab the Weetabix box on his own. He's missed those moments.
One of Noel's hands squeezes his hip and Liam hitches his leg over Noel's hip to bring them even closer. “Noel.” He sighs out his brother's name when his lips moves down to his neck, biting a sucking at junction of his neck and shoulder teasingly, not really putting as much pressure as Liam would want it, although he’s not dying for it just yet, which it’s weird for him since he knows heats are supposed to be all consuming. At least that’s what everybody says.
They roll around in Liam’s bed and quickly Noel has moved Liam enough that he’s got him pressed against the wall. He’s chest to chest with Noel, sharing the same breath, it’s not surprising then that Liam kisses him, this he knows how to do, he’s not completely in the dark as Noel would probably like for him to be, but it’s not like that really matters now since Noel is taking from his mouth what he really wants, sucking his tongue into his making everything feel velvety like. His hands are on his arse cheeks moving like he’s kneading dough.
Liam lifts the leg that’s not against the mattress up to Noel’s hips again and grinds his crotch against his older brother’s.
“You’re a fucking tease.” Noel groans, his hands coming down to Liam's hips to control his movements.
“It just feels good.” Liam says breathlessly. “I like this.”
“So do I." Noll smirks and swallows harshly when Liam moves in a particular way that’s just so... yeah.
"I need to see you naked baby." Noel moves them around again so Liam is now on top of him just so his hands can roam around freely inside his shirt. "You’re getting so warm again kidda.”
“I’ve been like this for months.” Liam says, panting and shivering when Noel’s fingers press against his skin slightly.
“What?”
“Constant fucking fevers.”
“No, this isn’t a fever from your illness.” Noel corrects him, his hand goes up to cradle Liam’s cheeks. “You’re getting your heat proper now.”
“I feel a bit lazy about it.” Liam says.
Noel hums and doesn’t really reply, just helps him get out of the hoodie and Liam smirks at the way his older brother just looks at him surprised once the cover is gone and he's sitting on top of Noel, bare chested for the first time since puberty got to him.
“You got little tits.” Noel says in wonder, gripping Liam's hips tightly.
“They're not little tits." Liam whines.
“Yeah they are.” Noel laughs.
“Don't call them that!” Liam pouts at him now.
“And what do you call them?"
“They're my pecks!” Liam watches in wonder when Noel brings his face close to his chest, his mouth grazing the peaks of his nipples making him shiver.
“They're teats.” Noel murmurs, bringing his tongue out to savour one of the nipples.
“Noel!” Liam gasps, lifting his arms on instinct and trapping Noel there in a hug.
“Breasts.” Noel murmurs as he moves to the other one.
“Stoooop.” Liam whines, shaking all over with the embarrassment and maybe from the way Noel sucks on his nipples too.
Noel smirks then. “Well I think they're the cutest little pair of…” He looks up at Liam's glassy and teary eyes, “pecks, I've ever seen.”
And then Noel goes back to suck on them, licking at them so softly and making electricity shoot up Liam's spine.
“Noel!” He cries out, and when he looks down he sees his brothers tongue trace Liam’s areola and then sucks on his nipple, he does it on one side and then the other and even bites them softly; this makes Liam shiver, whine and watch in amazement as Noel pulls on the little tip of his nipple.
Noel looks calm with his eyes closed giving attention to the left nipple with his mouth while he twisted the other one with his hand. Liam's legs start shaking from the pleasure and he finds that grinding down onto Noel's crotch makes his own sex feel really good.
“Noel, please, can you fuck me now?” He gasps, grabbing at Noel’s hair and pulling him off of his brea— his pecks.
“I want to make this good for you baby.” Noel looks up at him, his hands coming to Liam’s cheeks so they can enjoy a more passionate kiss. Heat licks up at Liam’s inside, he can feel it now, he doesn’t feel sick anymore, he feels more awake than ever, the places where his skin meets with Noel’s feels a bit weird, but nice, he feels the need to rub himself against Noel, to be naked against him and for his brother to make him feel nice.
“Then do it now!” Liam frowns at him slightly mad at Noel now for trying to make him wait, this doesn’t improve as Noel laughs at him. Actually fucking laughs at him and Liam can’t help what he does then, he pushes at Noel’s shoulders and feels tears pricking at his eyes. “Don’t be a fucking asshole Noel.”
“What the—” Noel tries to say but Liam pushes him again and this time gets off of Noel’s lap, mortally offended by the thought of Noel laughing at him.
“Hey.” Noel tries to grab one of his arms but Liam swings it around as he tries to get off his own nest. Where would he even go? He doesn’t know, he’s not really thinking straight right now, his mind is a bit muffled but the only thing ringing in his mind is that Noel made fun of him, he’s supposed to be his everything, his brother, his mate, but he made fun of him.
He never does make it outside of his nest, when one of his feet touches the ground, he feels arms surround him by the waist and he gets dragged into the middle of it again, Liam squirms against the hold, Noel would have to apologize for Liam not to make a scene but he knows his older brother well and the fucking asshole he is, he wouldn’t do it because he never thinks he’s done anything wrong.
“Weren’t you just begging for it kid?” Noel grunts as he tries to contain Liam’s limbs.
“You laughed at me.” Liam cries, his cheeks feel hot and they must be rosy, making him feel and probably also look like a child.
“I wasn’t laughing at you.” Noel manages to move Liam so he’s sitting over his crotch again, from this position it is easy to feel Noel’s bulge in his arse, his breath is hot against his ear when he says: “You just looked adorable asking me to fuck you.”
“I wasn’t going for adorable now, was I?”
“No.” Noel places a kiss to his earlobe, then one behind his ears, then he goes down the curve of his neck and places one over Liam’s mating gland. His entire body locks up, and Noel has free reign over it and he uses it well, still applying pressure in that same spot so Liam doesn’t move at all, one of his hands going to his pussy to gather his slick and drag it up to his little omega cocklet to pump it. It wasn’t a point of embarrassment for Liam, the fact that omegas have smaller dicks than betas and alphas, it’s not like they need it for anything other than aesthetics. Omegas are made to be bred either way, innit?
Liam waits with baited breath for a particular alpha to do it as he opens his fly and shimmies his jeans down enough that his dick is out and soon finds its place in between Liam’s legs.
“Noel,” Liam pants, feeling Noel move his hips in between his legs, fucking them. The slick sounds this produces would embarrass Liam in any other situation but he’s past caring now, because Noel’s cock, his brother's cock is rubbing against his pussy, his hand is pumping his little cock and the stimulation is doing wonders for Liam who lets his head fall backwards into Noel’s shoulder.
“Put it in.” Liam says again, turning his head slightly to smell Noel’s neck, his brother’s mating gland is right under his nose, a myriad of smells hits his nose, cigarette smoke, and his favorite cologne, the cheap one from the convenience store Liam helped him pick out for his birthday one of the past years, his sweat that over the years Liam has come to realize it smells like the both of them, like they’re so intrinsically intertwined that Liam smells like Noel and Noel smells like Liam without them meaning to, without them having been in each others proximity in a while.
Noel must be impatient too because he does as Liam tells him, lines himself up against Liam’s slicked hole and pushes inside.
Liam gasps and frowns, it feels mildly uncomfortable at first, a stretch wider than the time he tried using his finger on himself. And then it turns a bit painful, at which point he makes a hurt noise and Noel stops.
“What is it baby?” Noel says, voice gone back to a gentle whisper. “Too much?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Keep going.”
Noel plants a kiss on his temple and and pushes in again, it feels slightly less painful but the sting is still there, even more so when after a few pushes he can consciously feel something break in exactly at the same time as Noel groans and pushes himself all the way to the hilt too fast and too soon then.
“Ow! Fuck you Noel!” Liam cries and squirms away, or tries to when Noel still has an arm around his waist and the other pumps at his dick to make the sting go away in a haze of pleasure, which works since in a few seconds Liam is panting again, back against Noel’s hot and sweaty chest.
“You’ve made me bleed.” Liam says with a mixture of pain and pleasure going through his body.
“Bend your legs baby c’mon.” Noel says, ignoring his words. “On top of my thighs baby, yes, just like that.”
Liam does exactly as told and Noel brings his own hands to his waist, the tips of his middle fingers almost meeting in the middle, just under his bellybutton, to help him move down as Noel thrusts up. He’s doing gently and it’s taking a lot from him, Liam can tell.
“Oh god.” He says, he can feel his brother’s cock moving inside and out, touching some place inside of him where he didn’t know he could be touched, and that makes him clench.
“Can we—” Liam starts to say but chokes on his words when Noel thrusts in hard. “Fuck, yes!”
“You like it that way baby?” Noel grunts.
“Yeah, yeah.” Liam nods, but still he wants to change positions, this one is good but instincts are telling him to follow them and present himself to his alpha so he’ll want to mate him faster. He needs to be mated right now. And with that thought he finds the strength to move forward and ignore Noel’s growl since he was getting in the rhythm of it.
“What are you doing?” Noel asks but Liam doesn’t respond, just goes in all fours in front of him, not paying attention to the slight embarrassment that wants to grow in his mind, this is fine, this is alpha.
Noel makes an appreciative sound in the back of his throat and rubs at both Liam’s arsecheeks and then spreads them. His arms grow weak and he decides to rest on his elbows instead, it makes it easier to look back at Noel this way anyway.
“Noel, please.” Liam whines, arching his back into his touch. “Fuck me.”
Noel doesn’t need to be told twice and inserts himself inside of Liam faster than he thought possible, making them both groan in the process. He feels hands on his hips again and then Noel starts picking up a rhythm again, going slow, mindful of this being Liam’s first time for everything, but soon enough he gets impatient and starts chasing his own pleasure, going fast and deep just a few moments after he’s started.
Liam moans into his nest, some old shirt of Noel's right under his nose in mouth makes him feel surrounded by his brother, but isn’t that exactly what’s happening anyway? Noel is releasing his pheromones to the room and it’s mixing with Liam’s, exactly as how he’s always imagined it would be, that it should be.
“Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” Noel groans, lifting up a hand to place in Liam’s back to give himself more purchase to go in with deep thrusts.
“Just for you.” Liam whines high in his throat.
“It better be just for me.” Noel replies gruffly, his other hand abandoning Liam’s hips and going up to his hair to pull at it. “You hear me? You were made for me.”
“Yeah.” Liam’s eyes are filled with tears, happy tears they must be since his dream is coming true, but there’s still something more that could be done. “Fucking mate me already Noel, and I’ll be just for you, please, please.”
Noel takes him by the shoulders and yanks him up, Liam’s knees are weak and so he barely can catch himself against Noel’s chest again, his brother’s arms coming around his waist, his palms going to his belly, just where his womb would be, right where there’s a little bump right now that makes Liam feel weird there.
“Since you begged so nicely.” Noel says, barely contained energy in his voice, Liam can feel it. Another thing he can feel then are his brother’s fangs penetrating his skin and a burst of pain erupting from the side of his neck, his mating gland. The pain is only temporary since soon Liam can feel the pleasure amplifying, an echo of what Noel feels and what he himself is feeling. His warm blood drips down onto the nest and it feels right, his nails drew blood from Noel’s wrists when he gripped them as he bit down on him, and that feels right too.
Noel keeps fucking him, deep inside of him and biting down more with each thrust until he can’t do either anymore, the pleasure reaches a breaking point and Liam lets it overwhelm him, his body locks up and clenches around Noel’s cock and withouth warning Noel is coming too, right inside of him and Liam’s belly starts to feel the warmth of his cum reaching his womb, exactly where it’s meant to be.
They’re both panting and spent and any second more they both spend upright feels excruciating so Liam lets gravity do its thing and collapses onto his nest. Noel hums happily against him, his tongue going over the two little red dots over Liam’s neck, cleaning him and scenting him and owning him all at the same time.
“Mam told you not to do anything reckless.” Liam says, breaking the silence that fell over the room.
Noel tenses for a minute before he huffs out a sound that Liam can’t begin to decipher, many things that his brother does or say that pertain to their mam is an enigma to him.
“She wasn’t going to stop this kidda, and she knew that when she left.”
“But she said—”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Noel shut him down.
“But we should.” Liam countered.
“And we will,” Noel sighs and pulls him closer to him. “But not now.”
“Okay.” Liam sighs too.
It’s a weird situation for them to be in, even if for the longest time Liam knew that Noel was the one, he knows that for everybody else it’s going to be weird, it’s a taboo, a thing not practiced anymore by anyone, not even the royal family does it anymore, not this closely related anyway. But Noel promised they would talk about it, and it reassures him. After all, Liam knows that his brother always knows best.