TW
The morning ended with Lorenzo's tongue deep in Eunho's mouth. Feeding him, feeling him. The spark of heat under every glance. Shaky little breaths, pouring rain. The darkness of the room only lit by the moon made Eunho look ethereal, otherworldly. His skin possessed glitters that as an alpha, Lorenzo, couldn't understand. He'd never seen anything like that before.
Sadly, it was a dream. Lorenzo woke up at six in the afternoon, his pants soaked mad Eunho's arms wrapped around him. The omega was sleeping—maybe. Lorenzo couldn't tell. His breathing was clear but his arms were so set on Lorenzo. It reminded him of his father, who would cuddle him to bed every night. Pampering kisses to his face like nothing in their life mattered but him. It felt like that for a while after he died. Lorenzo's mom smoked more and more cigarettes and Lorenzo was in the hospital for drug overdose at ten.
Little lines coated places no one would see. His body held physical memories etched onto the skin. Of everything that broke his over-the-age heart.
He yanked the blanket off himself—the smell of McDonald's as thick as it was hours ago, when it was fresh. The light blinked in through the giant windows, the sky pink as it was shutting its lights too. He climbed out of bed, gently removing Eunho's arms from his waist. He looked down at the jeans he accidentally fell asleep with. "Fuck," he murmured. It wasn't even that..spicy of a dream. Just a kiss—that was all. Maybe something else. Maybe, not actually. Maybe. He wasn't sure anymore.
He made his way to the bathroom and stared at himself in the large mirror. The dark tiles and white walls brightened on him. His stomach curled. He unbuckled his belt—Versace. And a gift from someone he didn't know well, but had to listen to—the Calvin Klein jeans fit like a glove. Stained like paper, though. He jerked the pants down, underwear with it and toed out of them. "I'm so messy." He murmured. He kicked it under the sink area and turned the shower on. He pulled his shirt up. The scars oh, so visible. The cigarette burns and recent suture. Band aids—little Hello Kitty ones—covered the burns because the boss man was disturbed by them, oddly enough. He said he had the same.
Lorenzo didn't know if he could believe it.
The alpha ran fingers over his head and sighed. He yanked the glass door and stepped in, groaning as it poured over him tenderly. Loosening the tense muscles. He stretched. His wounds burned but it felt good. As though they were being refreshed, scorned off. Yum.
He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel on his hips, holding it with trembling fingers. The heat only got hotter. Better.
His curls dripped down his broad back. But, as soon as he landed in front of the TV, he got a gasp. He looked up from the wood floors and gawked. "E-Eunho, I-I'm s-so sorry!" He screeched. The omega's eyes were wide, covering his completely naked body. They were one in the same, unfortunately. But it didn't feel like it once so ever. Lorenzo turned his back, the towel nearly slipped but he caught it. Eunho's breathing swayed. Lorenzo heard an audible gulping. "I-it's okay..you're uhm, naked too. I-I just want to g-get dressed. S-since y-you were in the shower."
"Sorry, hyung..did I take too long?"
"No! It's okay, you took just the right amount of time, hehe..but, it's okay. I don't—I don't really care anymore. I kind of want to be a porn star."
"I did too."
"When..?"
"When I was twelve." Lorenzo bowed his head, sniffling. Eunho's ears were pinker than his bum, his cheeks pure red. "Y-you can get up..you know. The floor is dirty and you're clean..Rennie." Eunho whispered. Lorenzo, of course, did it. He stood up, fixing his towel and running a hand through his hair. "You won't get in the shower?"
"I-I did last night..but my..clothes were soiled because of my heat." That was the type of language the mediation camp used when someone peed themself, jerked off, or omegas slick became too strong. Eunho had never been to one of those places; but his mom was a psych ward doctor. So he knew the words. Lorenzo tensed at the word 'soiled.' It reminded him of the time he 'soiled' an omega's mouth with his kids and then, they were locked in a closet for three days.
However, Lorenzo's bear of a mind went wild when it came to Eunho's 'soiling.' Due to his heat—the reason was basically written in red ink on white walls. A lovely death trap. The scent could be good—it could taste like strawberries. He swallowed hard. "Oh. M-me too, uhm..just. I'm not in rut, yet."
"I didn't think so.. J-just thought you went to shower. Like a regular person. I-I shower a-at night. N-normally. They gave me clothes now..and some for you." Lorenzo made the mistake of turning around. Eunho wasn't covering anything now. But, Lorenzo closed his eyes. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean too…"
"It's okay..I'll put the clothes on now. It's..uhm, expensive stuff. My-my clothes match with y-yours now be-because the Mr. Y-thinks it'd be b-better for u-us to make our..endearment of each other public.."
Lorenzo nodded. "I like that..idea."
The soft sound of ruffling broke out, then Lorenzo's hands were slowly being pulled off his eyes. "It's okay..you can uhm, look now." His fingers were warmer than any pill. Tender and deep, fingerprints staining his wrists gleefully. It felt good. Lorenzo opened his eyes, the omega stood close to him, his bowlful out of his face in two little, silly ponytails. His shirt was a big, see-through white button up with iridescent spots. It was half buttoned like he didn't care—just four in the middle. It was oversized, but it draped well over him. His pants absent and lace, black underwear protruded confidently. Lorenzo breathed.
"N-nice shirt."
"You have one too! It's in black! And you'll have black pants. Cause you're my protector, baby." He poked the young alpha's chest with a smile. Lorenzo nodded, "I am?"
"Mhm! Unless..you don't want to be."
"No, I want to be. Just..do you think they'll allow that?"
"Yeah! He—the boss guy—told me that you're my protector, my only friend and my companion. The only thing he said we couldn't do was uhm..flicking the bean.. haha."
"That'll be hard. It's all I do," Lorenzo groaned playfully. Eunho giggled, throwing an arm up. "With my heat hitting so hard..I think I can agree, baby."