He'd never been in a situation like this, where he urgently needed to envelop someone's body with your pheromones to relieve that feeling of possessiveness. It was also the first time he'd met someone who had no scent at all, not even the simple smell of beta.
Well... Jake imagined he had smelt omega when he had touched his mask before. However, the odour was so faint that Jake thought he might have been mistaken.
The point was that his body was completely throbbing, still suffering from the impulsive desires of his alpha side. When he felt like attacking the person he was hugging, Jake would bite his own arm in an attempt to stop himself.
— Don't keep biting yourself, please.
That voice was muffled, but still gentle. Jake squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop himself from releasing more of his scent, but before he knew it, he was releasing more and more pheromones.
It was so frustrating to have to deal with it like that. He preferred to lock himself in his room and satisfy his craving with a simple masturbation.
— Nath? What's going on...?
Jake recognised Guilherme's voice, he just didn't have the courage to look at him. Not when he realised that the person helping him was the masked joker everyone was so afraid of.
Not only was he about to go into an uncontrollable rut, he would also be clinging to that boy's waist and covering him in his scent.
What's more, he had no idea what the relationship was between Guilherme and the Joker!
Jake, what the hell were you doing?
— I don't really know, but he looks bad. So I'm letting him get me involved with his pheromones.
— You talk so calmly like that... Are you sure everything's all right?
— Hm, it's fine — Jake felt the guy turn his head to look at him over his shoulder, but the alpha kept his forehead against his shoulder, refusing to show his embarrassment — He's holding up well, actually.
—Jake, do you need anything?
His embarrassment only increased when Guilherme called out to him.
He didn't know where to stick his face. And depending on where he did it, he would certainly lose control of his actions. It was hard enough to avoid sinking his teeth into that white nape of his neck.
How much more would he have to deal with this situation?
Taking a deep breath, Jake couldn't smell anything but his own. Raising his head, he noticed the tired light brown eyes directed at him, paralysing him.
Now that he was able to see better, since he had his head practically pressed against the poor guy's face, Jake realised that he had beautiful eyes.
— Are you feeling better?
Swallowing dryly, Jake tried to loosen his embrace so as not to bring that boy into his mess. However, it seemed that his muscles were too stiff to make any movement.
— I've got an inhibitor in my rucksack. If I take one more... I should be able to at least let you go.
The masked boy turned to the other player straight away.
— Do you know where his class is?
— How would I know? I'm from another course, I just came here to find you because you were taking so long.
— Go up the ramps and onto the third floor. It's the fourth room on the right. You'll probably bump into someone from your team walking through the corridors, ask them for their materials and bring everything.
Jake felt his heart racing. Did he know where his class was?
— How could you know that, Nath?
— Hurry up before he loses control.
— All right, all right, I'm coming!
Hearing Guilherme's footsteps moving away, Jake sighed heavily, leaning his forehead against the man's shoulder again. The air passing between them spread his scent even more, and along with it was the bittersweet aroma he had smelt before. That scent is so soft that it hides itself by tickling you.
Immediately Jake raised his head, sniffing the air and sensing the scent coming from the mask.
Bringing his face close to the dark fabric, he stood there smelling the faint odour, feeling his whole body tingle once more. Sweat dripped off him as he tried to hold himself together. His clenched teeth prevented him from getting close to that neck. Trying to hold back was becoming increasingly difficult.
His head was throbbing so much that it seemed simply unbearable.
— I've already told you that it's okay to be enveloped in your scent. At least with this you don't have to hold back.
— Haa... You smell like omega. That's why I need to control myself.
— Omega? That's weird.
Jake let out a low laugh.
Just as Guilherme had said, the guy's tone of voice was so calm that he didn't seem at all worried about the situation he was involved in. In fact, from the moment Jake hugged him and held him in his arms, that guy hadn't moved and didn't seem to be affected by his pheromones.
— It's really quite strange. Anyone who could sense that amount of pheromones from an alpha would have jumped into my lap.
The boy looked back over his shoulder at the alpha. Those light brown eyes were tired, but still well-lined and beautiful.
— Is that so? It's because I'm different. I'm not an omega or a beta.
Opening his clear eyes wide at the boy, Jake tried to reason out the meaning of the situation.
— What did it mean?
— I haven't had my bloom, at least that's what the doctor says.
A hybrid would discover its class as soon as it went through its bloom. It usually occurred in early adolescence, around the age of fourteen or fifteen, which made it difficult for it to occur after twenty.
So the reason he didn't react was because for him it was a simple, insignificant hug? Is that why he was encouraging him to throw his pheromones at him so carelessly?
Ah, it seemed that Jake had been caught up in some childish prank.
Leaning his cheek against the boy's shoulder, the alpha stared at the dark mask.
— Do you wear this mask all the time?
—When I go out, why?
— Does anyone else wear it?
The boy denied it with his head, turning to look straight at Jake.
— Of course not.
— Hm... I feel omega pheromones coming from it.
The boy remained still, staring at him with wide eyes. Perhaps giving in to his instinct, even briefly, Jake leaned towards the boy and sniffed his mask, smelling the bittersweet odour coming from it.
It wasn't the smell of fabric softener, or even his breath, it was the smell of omega pheromones.
Definitely.
And the more he sniffed that odour, the more Jake wanted to smell it.
There came a moment when the tip of his nose touched the mask, and what was hidden behind it. The shape seemed to be... Ah, Jake immediately raised his head a little more, touching his lips to what could have been the guy's mouth.
Realising he was giving in too much to his instincts, the boy lowered his head again and leaned it against the Joker's shoulder.
— I'm sorry. I just...
— Hm... Yeah... It's cool...
After that, they were both plunged into an awkward silence. Jake regretted his act, as it made it even harder for him to control himself.
He wanted to smell him more.
He wanted to pull down that mask and feel his breath on his skin. Perhaps if he provoked him enough, he would release his scent and let himself be marked.
No!
He couldn't!
Biting himself again as the heat surged through his body, Jake felt the taste of iron and his hand throbbed, making him temporarily forget his sorry state.
Thank heaven it didn't take long for Guilherme to return with his rucksack. He heard the zip of his bag being opened, and even the rattle of the bottle he always carried with him just in case.
— Here Jake, here's the suppressant.
Raising his head, the boy only managed to open his mouth and let the masked man put the small pill on his tongue, after which he gave him water to swallow.
He had to wait a few more minutes for the effect to kick in, and little by little he felt his body go cold. Finally!
When the heat of that break was over, his body would throb, begging for a rest, Jake just needed enough strength to make it to his flat.
— Matheus said he was going to come and pick you up to take you home — Guilherme commented, leaving his bag next to the alpha — How are you feeling?
Jake finally let go of the masked boy, and threw himself against the wall with a sly smile.
— I think you'd better go now. I'll be fine.
— Are you sure?
With the miserable strength he had in his arm, Jake stroked the boy's head over his cap and smiled at him.
— The sooner you get my smell off you, the better. Off you go.
And he did go.
Jake watched him disappear down the corridor with Guilherme. Feeling pathetic enough to be dumped in a corner of the college corridor, Jake touched his lips and sighed.
— Nath, huh?