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Erling smiled — although it felt like a grimace—and excused himself to the bathroom, where he locked himself in a stall and pressed his forehead to the cool metal door, breathing hard. The scent patches on his neck felt useless, flimsy barriers against the onslaught of Jude's scent still lingering in his nose. He'd never reacted like this. Not to any omega, not ever. He'd bedded a few, casually, always with the patches firmly in place and his instincts on a tight leash. It had never been a problem.
He'd never wanted like this.
But Jude was a pup. Seventeen years old, fresh-faced and eager. Erling was twenty already, a fully mature alpha at the peak of his physical prime, and the thought of his own instincts—of the things his alpha wanted to do to that bright eyed teenager—made him feel sick with shame.
He changed his patches that afternoon, pressing fresh ones over his glands with more force than necessary.
It didn't help
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- Part 2 of N's football fics! :D