It’s only a Thursday but the bar is more packed than Adom had anticipated. He looks around and feels out of place in his grey suit. Everyone else is dressed pretty casually, he checks the watch on his wrist and sees that it’s close to midnight. The music is pretty loud but the chatter of the people inside the bar is even louder. He almost drags himself back out before he spots the bartender handing out drinks at the counter and changes his mind. He really needs that drink.
Adom steps into the throng of people bustling about, trying to squeeze himself into cracks he finds between bodies so he doesn’t have to really touch anyone. The only good thing so far happens to be the small air diffusers all around the small bar that are doing a great job of keeping everyone’s scents at bay. Adom has an especially sensitive nose so he appreciates it.
He finds a vacant stool by the counter and takes it. He raises his hand to signal the bartender, then orders himself a beer. He’s squished between two groups of people who seem to be having too much fun for a Thursday night and decides to keep his elbows tucked in so he doesn’t bump into any of them.
Adom sips his beer, trying not to pay attention to the loud sounds surrounding him and just forget his entire horrible day. He had gotten a text earlier from his friend Bright and that had helped cheer him up a bit but he’s still blaming himself for everything that happened. He hates himself for not being a morning person, always having difficulty waking up.
Just as Adom is finishing off his third beer, feeling a little bit more than tipsy he feels someone bump into him from his right. The guy has both hands in the air, somehow screeching over the loud music “Alexander, my main man! Finally,”
Adom furrows his brows and pulls his drink closer to himself so it doesn’t spill. He glances over to his right to throw a quiet glare over to the guy but all he sees is him pulling another man into a tight hug. He sighs and looks away, chalking it up to an accident. He’s just about to take another sip when the same guy on his right slaps his hands on the counter and hits Adom hand in the same motion.
Adom can’t do anything but look down at where beer has spilled all over his white dress shirt. He almost wants to say something to the guy, can feel his temper rise but in the next second he just huffs out a laugh. He’s so upset that it’s all he can do. Today just isn’t his day. “Woah buddy, I think you’ve had enough for now,” The guy who was being hugged earlier says, stepping in between Adom and his drunk friend. He slants his back towards Adom so he can’t see his face but notices how he has pushed his entire group of friends a little further away so they aren’t so close to Adom now. He’s not sure if it was deliberate but as long as no one is bumping into him anymore he’ll take it. Adom grabs a few square napkins from the countertop and dabs them on his chest so he won’t feel sticky at least. He tips his beer back and finishes it in one big gulp. He’s really star
Adom doesn’t know what he expects, maybe he wanted to feel some kind of accomplishment, as if he had won over this random stranger. But what he gets in return is the other guy laughing happily in his face. Adom leans back a little, startled. The guy rubs a hand down his face, eyes finding Adom before he follows him and leans in. “Then...what should I do to be forgiven?” Adom feels the man place one hand around Adom, holding onto the beer bottle. The surprise wears off fast, Adom staring into the man’s eyes. His hand feels warm on top of his own. His eyes are brown, staring at Adom before they flit down to Adom pink lips. It’s only a second, then they’re back to watching Adom eyes, searching and seeking. Adom doesn’t know how he expected this day to end but he had never imagined this. He’s tired, and drunk. His shirt is still wet from the spilled beer, sticking to his chest. He can’t remember the
Adom thinks he hears the man say a hasty goodbye to his friends but he isn’t too sure. All he knows is that the hand he’s holding is warm, that it feels nice and that he hasn’t felt so determined about something like this in a long time. Outside of the bar Adom drags them straight to the dark alley right beside and then stops. He takes a deep breath then turns around to look at the man behind him. “I’m Alexander by the way,” The guy says, hands tucked into his jean pockets and smile soft on his lips. “Yeah,” Adom says under his breath, raising his hand and pulling the guy in by the front of his shirt. Adom feels the wall meet his back and the surprised sound against his face before they’re kissing. Adom closes his eyes at last, fingers loosening their grip on Alexander shirt so he can wrap his arms around Alexander neck instead. Alexander seems to catch on quick, wrapping his own arms around Adom waist and pul
There’s a very sudden gush of wind and it brings with it the smell of damp earth, heavy with fallen rain. Adom brows ripple. It hasn’t rained for some time. Maybe a week or so. He pulls away, eyes clouded and filled with desire. “Is that you?” Adom asks, nose touching Alexander.“Is what me?” Alexander tilts his head, amused.Suddenly, as if announcing its presence, the smell increases tenfold. It feels like it’s permeating everything around them. Adom has to block his nose just so his hackles don’t start to rise. “You’re an alpha?” Adom pushes Alexander back a step, just so he can maybe get a breath of regular air in. It doesn’t work.“Uh, yeah. You didn’t notice earlier?” Alexander says, stepping back further after noticing Adom discomfort.
They stumble into Alexander condo while kissing. The whole place is cast in shadow. Adom almost trips over a pair of shoes left out on the floor and Alexander has to catch him by the waist. They both laugh in each other’s mouths, still kissing, unwilling to let go. Adom reaches a hand out to feel for a wall, he manages to find it right before Alexander is pushing him onto it. His back hits the plaster with a soft thud, Alexander lips a soft impact in comparison on his neck. Adom toes off his shoes, a rush to take off his jacket while keeping up with Alexander pace.Alexander smiles against his neck, thumb running across Adom bottom lip. He laughs when Adom gets his sleeve stuck on his watch. It would feel out of place if Adom wasn’t also laughing at his own clumsiness. Alexander steps back and helps him take his suit jacket off, eyes never leaving Adom. He almost looks fond. It feels foreign to Adom to be looked at lik
Except Adom didn’t know that what was making him so angry was that he felt like he was losing control. He hadn’t even realized his scent had started to spike. The pills he usually takes for work don’t allow his scent any leeway; he’s surprised Alexander even knew he was an alpha. But it’s leaking out now, the bitter cocoa scent he doesn’t recognize much of anymore. It feels a little strange having someone else recognize his emotions better than himself. Alexander just stares up at him, patient. He raises a hand, as if asking Adom to join him on the bed. Adom stares at the hand but decides against it. He starts unbuttoning his own shirt, making sure to look at Alexander as he does. He can see it in Alexander eyes, that same look he had at the bar. Hungry, starving. Adom takes his time, he’s in control of the pace now, he can feel that the same way he can feel the tension in the air. He’s suddenl
Adom doesn't know it's happening until it is. Alexander is pressing their bodies together and it's driving Adom insane. He feels too close and not close enough all at the same time. The smell is really too strong, Adom thinks again. His eyes can't keep focus, and Alexander is too busy kissing down Adom neck to realise. Adom can feel his blood boiling, as Alexander goes lower and lower. The further Alexander travels the worse it gets.It's like his body can't take the space, he needs Alexander back up, kissing him right that instant. Adom hand feels like it's underwater as he reaches for Alexander, his skin feels itchy, like ants are crawling all over his arms. It only subsides once his fingers connect with Alexander. "Hm?" Alexander looks up at him, and Adom doesn't know what he sees but it must convince him to do just what Adom needs. Because in the next second he's coming back to kiss Adom's lips. "You okay?" He asks, fingers brushing away the hair
Adom sits on the floor, back resting on Alexander bed as he listens to the quiet trill of the shower. Even now he can feel that incessant pool continuing to gather inside his chest. He's been anxious since the moment Alexander had left to go take a shower, unable to understand what the other man was thinking about their situation. Adom himself is still in disbelief. Every timehe tells himself it can't possibly be true, the weight inside his chest expands just to mock him. He can't believe something like this is happening to him. His boring, mundane life turned on its head in the span of one night. He hears the bathroom door open, then looks up to see Alexander step out wearing fresh clothes. Adom stands up in a rush, nerves on edge. His eyes follow Alexander around the room as the man heads towards the bed. Adom clears his throat softly, "W-what are we going to do now?" hewrings his hands togethe