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Being an Omega in the world of hockey was kind of like wearing a Band-Aid. Something you covered up, had to be super aware of keeping on, and you knew one day, it’d all fall away.
Shane was not expecting today to be that day, though. Nor Alpha Ilya Rozanov’s nose to be the one that sniffed it all out.
He wore scent blockers. He passed as a beta enough of the time that nobody questioned it. He did what he had to do to beat the allegations he knew would form if he ever came out as an Omega in the world of professional sports.
But there was a nose near his neck almost as soon as he hit the showers, pressed to the back of his neck without permission, before he could even blink. He’d always heard a strong enough alpha would smell him, but he figured if nobody had, it wasn’t true. Turned out he just didn’t meet the right Alpha yet.
“Fuck…” Ilya’s body relaxed at the smell as Shane’s stiffened.
He turned and shoved him away, still careful not to let him slip on the floor of the running showers.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Smelling an Omega,” He smirked, like he knew his secret, because he did. “One that smells amazing.”
“Fuck off,” Shane said, facing the man, butt wet and naked, as his breathing didn’t cease to heighten. Was this about to be a panic attack? Fuck he couldn’t-
“What’s the matter?” Ilya kept smirking, even if there was a level of concern around him.
“I can’t-you can’t-”
“What? Know?” He asked, bending down, not removing his eyes from him as he reached down to grab something from the bottom of the shower tiles.
Shane saw what it was and knew this was the moment.
The moment his scent patch, his bandaid, fell off.
He didn’t put a fresh one on in the morning, not thinking he’d be around that many people. Figured he’d put a new one on after he got home from this. That was his mistake. His fuck up. His downfall. He’d seen it coming, just never like this.
“What do you want?” Shane asked, lips in a thin line of anxiety, hoping he didn’t need to get on his knees and beg the boy.
Ilya stepped closer, boxing him in with one toned arm, his armpit hair just in the corner of his eye's view. Close enough to breathe on. His other hand not yet daring to touch him, but dangling close by, ready to dig his nails into him.
“You.”
Shane almost choked.
“Me?” He asked, feeling like he’d end up on his knees somehow either way. Feeling them shake. Feeling strong eyes on him as his Omega screamed for him to just give in to such a strong Alpha.
Ilya nodded, driving his face into his neck again, inhaling him like a bee in the center of a honeysuckle. Shane shook.
“Why do you think I wanted to do a commercial with you? I wanted you, Hollander,” He spoke into his ear, taking another whiff, this time right behind his ear. “Just didn’t know how sweet you were.”
Ilya had assumed, like the rest of them, that Shane was a Beta. He wasn’t disappointed to find out otherwise, though. Quite the opposite. It was exciting and new and perfect. He wanted him more than ever.
“What do you say?” He asked, face angled so a water bead from his face landed on Shane’s pec.
“I-I…” Shane stuttered before giving in and kissing the look of smugness off his face. He couldn’t go back now.
But that was okay.
Giving in was good for him. Held his secret. And somehow, got his mouth watering for an Alpha he’d always loved to hate.
The water ran down Ilya’s back as he finished pressing Shane into the tiles on the wall, and his dick, semi-hard now, pressed into his thigh. Shane could feel just how big he was, and he was only growing as he got harder. He moaned into his mouth, feeling reckless, yet somehow feeling alive. Like the adrenaline fueled him, not the oxygen he needed.
Ilya had a hand on his hip and a hand in his wet hair, pulling at it and getting more noises to come out of him. Both of Shane’s hands caressed Ilya’s face as he was devoured by the tongue in his mouth. He just hoped he tasted as good as he supposedly smelled to him.
He’s humming. Singing. Flying. All while under the spray of the water.
Things are so perfect he almost forgets he was never meant to have this. His secret blown. A male lover. Any of the things that made him weak in the knees now with pleasure.
Ilya’s hand moves between them to take Shane’s cock, smaller than his, into his hand with his own. The water and precum made it wet enough that he didn’t even need to go find lube. Shane was melting into him as he moved them in sync.
And then, white hot stars. Water turning cold. Bodies going stiff. They came.
It felt like a fairytale ending. But no. It was just the start of things.