Kinktober Day 18: Fuck Machines

Rhys’ last heat had been a doozy.

Jack wasn’t someone to turn his nose up at sex, but man. Rhys had needed a lot of sex, and by the time his heat mercifully came to a close his dick felt like it’d been jammed in a toaster. On the contrary, Rhys had come out of it looking fairly refreshed, if a little sore and smelly.

Still, in anticipation of Rhys’ next cycle, Jack had started planning, then building. As much as it stung to admit he needed help, it hurt less if it came from a tool of his own designing.

And sure, Rhys had looked over the legless, miniature loader with the giant poisoning cock grafted onto the front with skepticism, now that he was deep within the climax of his heat he couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack still kept an eye on Rhys—as his did throughout his whole heat, watching for signs of dehydration or exhaustion—from his position reclining against the headboard. His chest rose and fell, recovering from the last intense round of sex, where Rhys had rode him hard into the mattress after Jack wore himself out hammering his knot deep inside the omega. Jack loosely held a glass of water to his lips, watching over the rim as the small robot thrust its cock in and out of Rhys’ loose, well-fucked hole.

The loader was still a prototype, developed only for this one specific purpose, but as Jack observed how well Rhys responded to its movement and pace his mind started drifting to other, more ambitious prospects. Maybe other omegas would be interested in something like this, to break up the monotony of dildos and vibrators.

“You hanging in there, pumpkin?” Jack set the water glass aside and leaned forward, resting his hand atop Rhys’ head. The omega lifted his chin for a moment, his whole body shuddering with the movement of the loader’s thrusts. Jack grinned and inhaled deep of his mate’s scent, sensing his satisfaction even as Rhys kissed his hand with a needy moan.

“Aw, missing daddy’s touch already, huh?” Jack slipped two fingers into Rhys’ mouth, delighting when the omega sucked them. “Well…gimme just a couple minutes more, babe, and I’ll make sure to help that little machine out some.”

Kinktober Day 18: Latex, Role Reversal

Rhys really liked the feeling of the bodysuit against his skin.

Though he would’ve preferred a nice blue design to contrast with the tight black latex, yellow suited him just fine. Besides, color was secondary to how the fabric sucked him in just right, clinging to his thighs and supporting his ass. He felt lithe and limber and sexy, drawing Jack’s eyes as he walked around him in a tight circle.

“You really are a pretty boy, aren’t you…” Rhys purred as he leaned over Jack’s shoulder, fingers trailing along the back of his chair. Jack wasn’t bound but kept his hands in his lap on Rhys’ command, unable to make the first move nor touch him at all until Rhys said so.

“A lot more well-behaved than I thought you’d be…usually you’re real bad about touching things without permission.” He slid around to Jack’s front, slick and supple in his suit as he stuck his boot right between his spread legs. He pressed his toe forward, feeling the bulge forming in Jack’s crotch. He grunted, his hands lacing tighter in his lap, but he managed to keep his cool. Rhys’ cock twitched within the tight confines of his suit, pleased at Jack’s resolve—and his subservience.

“Okay. I’m bored with the game now,” Rhys said as he settled his boot back onto the floor, only to pull himself up onto the chair a moment later, his knees digging into the seat on either side of Jack’s thighs to bring his crotch almost level with his mouth. Rhys felt thankful most of his height was in his legs. He only had to pull Jack’s head down a little bit to get his lips pressed up against the glossy bulge in his suit.

“There we go…” Rhys tightened his fingers in Jack’s hair as he finally parted his lips to suck against his groin, tongue pressing and lapping against the fabric until it grew wet and shiny. Rhys moaned, latex in the folds of his suit squeaking slightly as he shifted and squirmed atop his lover. Though separated by the thin layer of fabric he could still feel the pressure and pliability of Jack’s tongue working him over, encouraging his cock to full hardness. It had little space to grow with how tight Rhys’ suit was, making him grind his groin against Jack’s mouth to gain more friction.

Coming in such a skin-tight outfit was probably a bad idea, but with Jack’s expert mouth and lips working it over, Rhys figured it was worth the post-coital shower.

Kinktober Day 17: Collaring, Orgasm Denial

“You getting off on being treated like the bad boy you are?” Jack tutted, shaking his head at the man lying on the floor beneath him. “Well, that’s not gonna do at all, pumpkin.”

Rhys panted, his throat flexing beneath the collar wrapped around his neck. Jack held the lead taunt, keeping him from laying down completely. He braced himself awkwardly on his elbows, his thighs rubbing together as he tried to catch some friction on his cock. He was almost there.

“What did I just say? You’re pushing your luck.” Jack tugged Rhys’ collar as he nudged the toe of his shoe in between his thighs, rubbing it against his straining cock. “I don’t think it’d be right to let you get off just yet.”

“But sir—“ Any pleading Rhys had in mind was cut off as Jack pressed the sole of his shoe hard against Rhys’ cock, the texture of the treads harsh and gritty enough to snap him away from the edge of orgasm. Rhys swore, voice raspy thanks to the collar and the denial strangling him out of his pleasure. “Shit, Jack—“

“And bad language?” The CEO sounded amused, even as he pulled Rhys’ lead so hard he forced him into a half-sitting position. He rubbed his shoe all over Rhys’ cock before pressing down where it met his balls. The young man squirmed, trying to put on his best distressed pout.

“Sir, please…I’m sorry…please, just let me cum,” he whimpered, straining his voice into something truly plaintive. Not speaking to Jack’s mercy—Rhys knew that was a slim chance—but rather the bulge already evident in his pants. Surely if he acted needy enough, Jack would want to do something with it.

Thankfully it seemed to do the trick, because Jack soon lifted his foot from Rhys’ groin. He even crouched down to grasp Rhys’ chin, pressing a rewarding kiss to the side of his mouth.

“Suppose you should train a good boy with a mix of punishment and treats, huh?” Jack straightened back up, keeping one hand clenched around Rhys’ leash as the other pulled down the fly of his pants.

Kinktober Day 17: Seduction, Masturbation

Jack had been eyeing this middle manager for a couple of weeks now.

Henderson must know his type, because he just kept sending this long-legged cutie over and over again to read the department reports. He could easily just send them to Jack’s inbox, but nah. Give him the full, in-person treatment. Usually Jack would be annoyed having to entertain the stammering reporting of some loser, but this kid—this omega—looked fine as hell.

Jack barely even paid attention to what he was saying half the time, so lost in ogling him from head to toe. Jack loved slender little things like this, with a hint of curves under his dress slacks his hair slicked back like he was trying to prove he wasn’t a total nerd. But Jack could smell the fanboy on him, and he was sure if he propositioned the kid he’d have him bent over his desk in no time.

But playing the long-game could, occasionally, be more fun.

Jack was being bold today. He already had his belt unbuckled by the time Rhys walked up to his desk, and as soon as the omega started to speak he untucked his cock out of his boxers.

“Business as usual, huh kitten?” Jack purred, keeping up a totally nonchalant front as he slid slightly lower in his chair, eyes lazily fixed on the omega. Rhys only cleared his throat and nodded, still a little shy even after all these weeks. Well. Let’s see if Jack could fix that.

As Rhys spoke, relating all the dull findings and figures from his department, Jack started to stroke his cock. He moved slowly in complete, up and down motions, enjoying the weight and warmth in his hand—as well as the knowledge Rhys had no clue what he was doing under the desk. He kept his smirk with only the usual lecherous touch, wanting to keep Rhys unawares for as long as possible.

Though the twitch in Rhys’ nostrils as he tried to focus on the report was endearing. Jack knew he must be exuding more than just his baseline of alpha hormones right now. Rhys might not be able to see his cock but surely he could smell at least a sliver of Jack’s need and arousal. Omegas had a keen sense of smell, after all.

Jack continued to stroke off his cock anyways, wanting to test how long Rhys could last. He noted the twitches in the young man’s expression, and a couple of times he sniffed audibly, like he was clearing a cold. Jack knew better. He knew he was getting to him.

He kept going, not jerking it as fast as he maybe wanted but keeping it slow and measured. Enough that his pheromones would slowly fill the office, and especially the meager space between him and Rhys. His scent, his influence over all those who encountered him, not just omegas, made him feel powerful—just as his guns and loaders and space station did.

“I…sir…” Rhys suddenly stopped in the middle of the report, lowering the tablet. “If you’d rather me come back later, I can do that?”

“Oh? Why?” Jack chuckled, leaning forward on the hand not currently occupied. “But I have so much fun just listening to you talk.”

“Um…yeah…I can gather…” Oh, the little red blush on Rhys’ cheeks looked just divine. Had he figured it out already?

“You know…” Jack purred, his hand slowing to a crawl beneath the table in anticipation. “We could have a lot more fun if we did more than just talk, sugar.”

Rhys’ blush darkened, and he held the tablet closer to his chest like it could shield him from Jack’s looming pheromones.

“I don’t know if that’s…um…I’m on the clock…” The excuses were weak, and Jack could tell Rhys knew it. He smiled wider.

“Hendy won’t ever know, sugar.” Jack squeezed his cock, pre-cum bubbling over the edge. No doubt Rhys could smell it. “C’mon. I’ve read your file. I know you must be dying for something like this.”

And Rhys was. At least that’s what Jack concluded, once the omega finally circled around the desk to see what the he had been hiding beneath it.

Kinktober Day 16: Body Worship, Sixty-Nine

Rhys noticed Jack poking at himself in the mirror more and more. He tried not to bring it up, unsure if Jack wanted to talk about it—probably not, considering how tacit he could be about his feelings and insecurities—until he noticed Jack tossing a half-eaten bag of pretzels into the garbage one morning.

That’s when he knew things were serious, and he needed to take action.

“C’mon, pumpkin, really not in the mood—“ Jack grunted as Rhys pushed him down against the bed, winding his eyebrows together as he tried to pull up the hem of his sweater. He tried to stay Rhys’ hands until the younger man sighed and started to unbutton his own shirt.

“Okay, look, I’ll do it first? That good?” Rhys quickly revealed his own torso, tossing his clothes aside before placing his hands on Jack’s shoulders. Hoping maybe taking off his shirt might help disarm Jack enough so Rhys could show how much he appreciated him.

“Ugh. Fine.” Jack leaned back and planted his hands against the bed, allowing Rhys to push his sweater up and over his head until it clung to his biceps. Jack looked off pointedly to the side, annoyed but resigning to letting Rhys do as he pleased.

“Jack…” Rhys trailed his hands down Jack’s body, appreciating the tense muscles in his shoulders and chest, even when they gave way to soft curves in his hips and abdomen. Rhys had never had a problem with Jack’s body—honestly, he’d always preferred it to extremely cut, idealized-looking guys—but if he was feeling weird about it then obviously Rhys needed to up his game and make sure his lover knew.

“Lay back,” Rhys purred as he gently pushed Jack back down against the bed, kissing his frowning face before he turned around and straddled Jack’s shoulders. He looked right down his body, appreciating the terrain of his belly and hips and legs stretching out over the edge of the bed. He pressed a kiss right below Jack’s sternum, gradually inching his way down over Jack’s soft stomach with warm, wet kisses until he reached his waistband. He quickly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear down just enough to get his cock to spring free.

Rhys grasped Jack’s upper thigh, enjoying the give of his flesh as he lowered his head to lick the tip of Jack’s cock. He could feel the man’s answering moan behind him, Jack’s hands settling on his hips a moment later.

“If you’re feeling down about yourself…haven’t been doing my job right…” Rhys breathed a moment before he took Jack’s cock into his mouth proper. He hollowed his cheeks and pressed his tongue up against the shaft as he pushed it past his lips.

After a couple moments Rhys felt the hands on his hips travel around to his groin, unzipping his fly and shifting his pants down below his ass. Rhys moaned around Jack’s cock as he felt a hand slid around his own cock, stroking it off before something warm and wet kissed the tip.

Rhys nearly choked when Jack started to suck him off, a little awkwardly thanks to the position but Jack quickly figured it out, sending a rhythm more or less in tandem with Rhys. He rolled his hips down into Jack’s mouth as he thrusted up into his, their bodies pumping and grinding together.

Rhys managed to get Jack coming first, filling his mouth and leaking down his chin, unable to fully keep his lips shut with Jack also sucking him off. He swallowed roughly, licking any that dribbled down Jack’s softening cock before focusing on pushing his own dow into his lover’s mouth.

Rhys let out a soft yelp as Jack pushed him to the side then onto his back, using gravity now to help bob his head up and down until Rhys too came, splashing all the way up in Jack’s throat. Rhys shivered as he felt Jack’s lips tighten around his shaft, not missing a drop of his come when he pulled off.

“…Really needed that, Rhysie…” Jack panted, wiping his mouth as he looked over his shoulder at Rhys. The young man tucked his chin to his chest, offering Jack a weak thumbs-up.

“You remember how s-sexy you are now?” Rhys smirked, satisfied as Jack turned around to properly look at him him, all previous shame and self-consciousness melted off. Jack leaned his chin against his palm, confident smirk indisputably back to reign on his face.

“All thanks to you, babe.”

Kinktober Day 16: Nipple Play, Frottage

Jack couldn’t get enough of Rhys’ nipples.

So much of the omega was sensitive, but the noises Rhys’ made when Jack touched his nipples were sublime. Even through his shirt, Jack could wring perfect little mewls out of him, especially when he took him by surprise.

Rhys was making coffee one morning when Jack sidled up behind him, his hands immediately sliding up into their favorite position—cupping his omega’s chest right through the thin material of his pajama shirt. Rhys’ reaction was instantaneous, and he almost spilled grounds all over the countertop as he gasped and started in his alpha’s embrace.

“Jack—“ He started to complain as he turned his head to the side, only for Jack’s fingers to pinch down on both of his nipples. He tensed and shivered, biting down on a moan that rolled up his throat. Jack tutted and rested his chin on the omega’s shoulders, looking down at Rhys’ chest. His shirt bunched up where Jack’s fingers worked at his nipples, feeling them up and giving them a little twist.

“Y…You jerk…” Rhys moaned, rubbing his ass back against Jack’s groin as he managed to set his mug down before he dropped it. “You’re not gonna get any coffee if you keep this up…”

“Shh. Babe, coffee can wait until later.” Jack kissed the side of his mate’s neck, his hands traveling down briefly to push them underneath Rhys’ shirt and back up to his shirt. He fingered the little swollen nubs, getting Rhys to grind himself harder against his bulge.

“Jack…I know you love my chest, but…” Rhys tried turning about in Jack’s arms, only for him to squeeze his chest harder. A little noise of frustration puffed between Rhys’ lips, and he pouted back at his alpha.

“Oh baby, c’mon. I’ll give you what you want, but I’m not keeping my hands off for long,” Jack purred as he relented for a moment to turn Rhys around, only to press him back against the counter. One hand returned to its position under Rhys’ shirt as the other drifted down below the belt, sliding off Rhys’ pajama shorts before pushing down his own boxers.

Jack slipped one thigh between Rhys’ legs as he slotted their cocks together, fisting them both together with a couple short jerks. He captured Rhys’ mouth in a hungry kiss as he squeezed his chest with the hand not busy stroking their cocks, pleasuring Rhys from three points of attack.

It wasn’t hard to get Rhys to come, and the look of his lips and chest all red and swollen from the treatment was enough to push Jack over the edge too. He grunted his pleasure as he left Rhys messy and disheveled—and they’d barely started the morning.

“Can already tell today’s gonna be a fun day, pumpkin,” Jack purred as Rhys looped his arms around his shoulder, “care for a round two?”

“Mmm. Maybe.” Rhys swatted him light on the back of the head. “After coffee.”

AO3 through the years

naryrising:

One odd complaint I’ve seen is that “AO3 hasn’t changed”. First, if something is well designed and working, it shouldn’t need to change constantly (does anyone actually like it when Tumblr makes random changes to things? no.)

Second, even at a cosmetic level, it’s just… not true? Not unless you haven’t been around very long.

AO3 in 2008 – the first decent cap from the Wayback Machine.

AO3 in 2009. Still in closed beta. About 5500 works.

AO3 opens for general signups! 2010. Also, our logo makes its appearance :3

2011 – the tabs appear at the top of the page. Things looking generally more tidy and less squished.

2012 – a more chipper intro page. Things shifted around a bit as well.

2013 – looking a little more classy now. Tweets available on the main page.

2014 – some more subtle changes, including adding the number of works and fandoms in a prominent place. 1.2 million works at that point…

2015 – look how much it’s changed! The categories move to the front page for ease of access. Recent news updates also on display. Nearing 2 million works…

2016 – I admit I picked this one because of the news update about buying a new server “after holding together mail with sticks and strings”. Nearing 2.7 million works.

2017 – cosmetically few changes but look at the works number – 3.3 million works. This was just about a year ago (October 2017) and the current number today is about 4.2 million. You can also see from the news post that this was when we were in the middle of upgrading to HTTPS, which was a difficult but important process.

And here we are at more or less the present – 2018 (September to be precise). I agree fully that if you joined the site in the last 3 years, you might not have seen a lot of cosmetic/interface changes, but that’s because people – volunteers – spent the previous 5-6 years hashing those out to get them into their present state.

More importantly, you might not have noticed the under the hood changes that necessarily come with going up by roughly a million works a year. You might not have noticed the updates to site security that came with HTTPS, and maybe you didn’t even notice the huge changes to searching and filtering over the past few months. I get that it’s easy to say “nothing has changed”. That’s because there’s a team of volunteers who are working hard to make sure pages keep loading quickly, downloads keep working as expected, searches find you what you’re looking for, and downtime is kept to a minimum. Without them, I guarantee you would notice a lot more changes at this rate of growth, and not for the better.

Kinktober Day 15: Intercrural, Overstimulation, Uniforms

Detective/mob boss AU!

Rhys had just been trying to get some information.

The Hyperion was a well-known as one of Jack’s haunts, and if Rhys needed to poke around to get dirt on the mob boss he needed to mix in with the crowd there. Not that it was hard—Rhys was the youngest detective on the force, and an omega at that. Toss a trendy looking jacket over his uniform and he was pretty perfectly masked in with the rest of the dancing and grinding crowd that patronized the Hyperion on a Friday night.

Of course that didn’t mean things went easy for him.

Despite his training, despite years of practice keeping a cool head, he quickly found himself overwhelmed by the miasma of scents and sexuality that seeped into his nose no matter where he went. It’d been awhile since Rhys had been with somebody and though he was on suppressants the tingling in his stomach and thickness in his senses wouldn’t stop. He ordered a shot of vodka hoping it would calm his nerves but it did the opposite, making him even more susceptible to the scents of the club goers. Eventually he stumbled towards what he hoped was a more secluded part of the club—near the back, where some booths and larger tables sat reserved—hoping to clear his head enough to make this investigation not a total wash and a black mark on his record.

There, fortunately—or unfortunately, he was confused as to which anymore—he found Jack. Rather, Jack’s hands grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up from where he’d been hunched over trying to get a hold of himself.

“Well well well,” Jack crooned, voice almost inaudible below the din of the club, “didn’t expect to find you here, pumpkin. Taking in the local color?”

Before Rhys could respond or drag the pieces of his professionalism back into place Jack ushered him towards a black door in the way back. Rhys tensed, suddenly struck with fear Jack was taking him somewhere private so he could intimidate him or hurt him or worse. But all that lay beyond the door was a fairly nice looking set of stairs, and above that another door that led into a small foyer. And that’s where Rhys couldn’t take it anymore.

Later he was probably going to blame the vodka—maybe the bartender snuck something in there—or the fact that he’d been surrounded by young and virile club-goers while suffering his own sexual drought. Whatever the reason he found himself wrapped around Jack the moment they were in private, lips crashing together as he wound his arms around the mob boss’s neck.

Jack didn’t bother rebuking him or shoving him off. He returned Rhys’ passion in equal kind, devouring the young detective’s mouth as he unzipped his jacket and let it fall to the floor below.

“Mmm. Do love me a man in uniform,” Jack purred, tracing his fingers over the holsters belted over Rhys’ chest. “Thought you were gonna get into trouble tonight, sugar?”

Rhys moaned as Jack grasped the strap and tugged, moving him out of the entryway and towards the bedroom. Jack settled on the bed first before he pulled Rhys down atop him, forcing the detective to sit in his lap.

“Think the only trouble you’re gonna be tangling with is me, though. And good thing.” Jack’s hot breath kissed along his ear, getting Rhys’ already tingling spine shivering for more. “You were getting a little overwhelmed back there. Too much heat for you?”

“N-No…I can handle a lot more than that…” Rhys whined as Jack’s kept him in place, the alpha’s boner already prominent against his rear.

“Oh I’m sure you can, I’m sure you. But I wanna save the main event for another time, pumpkin. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, though.” Jack reached around Rhys’ to unbuckle his belt, the omega’s badge clinking as it fell aside. He moaned as Jack slid down his uniform pants, pushing them down until they hung just below the knees. Jack’s own pants soon followed and yet, though Rhys was slick enough to feel embarrassed even through the alcohol, the alpha didn’t try to push his cock inside him. Instead, Jack lifted him just enough to slide his shaft between the detective smooth thighs. Rhys turned his head, confused until Jack pressed his thighs closed and thrusted their exposed cocks together.

Rhys hissed and jerked back against Jack’s body, the tingling amplifying tenfold as the alpha started to jerk his cock between Rhys’ thighs, shaft rubbing up against every sensitive part of his genitals. He panted and cringed at the overwhelming feeling, the sexual tension in his stomach wound up in the club finally getting some relief. It was almost too much, especially with Jack’s huge, possessive hands on his thighs and the way the strap of his holsters was starting to squeeze his chest and rub his nipples into hardness. The omega couldn’t control him as slick and cum leaked out of him, an utter mess in the lap of a hardened criminal and yet in the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. Rhys just wanted the feeling of Jack—rutting up against him, enveloping him in his alpha musk, biting the side of his neck—to not stop until he was done milking himself of need.

But Jack didn’t stop when Rhys finally came, silky release splashing up against the hem of his uniform shirt. No, the alpha was still hard against Rhys’ now-limp cock, and he still rutted in between his thighs so hard Rhys felt they might be rubbed raw. The detective gasped in protest, trying to push himself off of Jack’s lap but the alpha held him still, continuing to fuck his thighs until finally he came and painted the chafed flesh with warm seed.

“Shhh, babe, you were great. Everything I imagined you’d be.” Jack answered to Rhys’ gasping moans as he laid him down on his side. The omega’s head spun, leaving him no choice but to lay in Jack’s arms as he stroked his chest and stomach and smirked against the back of his neck.

Rhys let his eyes slide shut and swallowed, trying not to think about just how irrevocably he’d screwed things up.

Kinktober Day 15: Forniphilia

Honestly, this was a bit of a test.

Jack had been training Rhys’ stamina for quite a while now, but this party would be the ultimate means of determining whether all that had worked.

Rhys stood on all fours between one of the pairs of leather couches in a corner of the party away from the main traffic streaming in from the double doors. Jack stood nearby, ensuring his lover’s safety as well as watching Rhys for signs of weakness. He could see the slight tremble in his limbs from this close but Rhys still held firm, his wrists and ankles held at a steady distance apart by two elegant gold spreader bars.

A bottle of wine and a couple undisturbed glasses sat atop the panel strapped to Rhys’ back, held still by his straight, trained posture. Jack watched people walk by, glancing in disgust or morbid interest in Rhys’ direction but he cared little about their opinions. If they wanted to attend his parties, they’d have to play by his rules.

“Well, if no one’s gonna be brave enough to have a drink with me…might as well be the firs to crack this open.” Jack took a seat in one of the large chairs, leather squeaking underneath his weight as he reached for the wine and corkscrew sitting near the edge of the “table” sitting just above Rhys’ ass. He couldn’t resist a small stroke to his lower’s leather clad cheeks before popping the cork out of the bottle neck.

“You must be thirsty, huh Rhysie? Too bad, though,” Jack addressed his lover’s bowed head. No noise came from behind the gag covering his mouth, and the blindfold made it hard to read Rhys’ expression in any meaningful fashion. The trembling in his legs and arms continued but he still held steady.

“If you make it, though, you’ll be handsomely rewarded later. Get it?” Jack purred as he sloshed the dark red wine into the glass, gazing at Rhys over the rim. “I’ll be screwing you in all the ways you’ve craving right now, you sicko.”

He could see Rhys’ bulge hanging heavy in his leather shorts, a sure sign Rhys didn’t hate being on display and made to submit like an object. Jack smirked, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip of the lukewarm, syrupy liquid.

“Just another couple hours, pumpkin.” Jack nudged the toe of his dress shoe against Rhys bound wrist as he smacked his lips, feeling the alcohol join the amused feeling in his stomach.

Kinktober Day 13: Weight Gain, Creampie

Jack had first noticed something weird about Rhys’ clothing about a week ago.

Usually, his PA wore that vest and teal shirt combo, with his nerdy red tie running up the middle. Jack got used to it just as he got used to Rhys bringing him coffee and tapping the toe of his boot against the floor when he was thinking. So when that changed, when Rhys walked into the office one morning wearing a dark grey turtleneck, Jack couldn’t help but think why. Especially when the omega didn’t acknowledge it.

He’d made a conscious choice to pay attention to Rhys’ outfits after he’d noticed the change the first time. Sure enough, Rhys wore sweaters or jackets every single day of the week. He didn’t bother shrugging them off when he go to the office, either, keeping them on from the moment he handed Jack his coffee in the morning to when he said goodbye at the end of the day.

Naturally, Jack got suspicious.

He rested his chin on his tented fingers one workday as he waited for Rhys to arrive, mind occupied less with the morning’s schedule and more with exactly why his PA had decided to change up his wardrobe.

“Maybe he’s hiding something?” Jack muses aloud, tapping a finger against his lip. Sure, that could be it. But what would Rhys even need to hide? Jack knew him inside and out thanks to both his company profile and the fact that they’d spent the last few months working in close contact with each other. If Rhys had some weird scars or injuries or new cybernetics he was trying to hide, Jack would probably know about it right?

He remained largely in the same, contemplative position up until Rhys finally walked in with a coffee in each hand and a handle bag looped around his wrist and—sure enough, instead of the vest and shirt combo Jack had grown used to, he wore a deep navy sweater instead. It looked good on him, sure—almost everything did, Rhys was just like that—but it’s mere existence bugged the hell out of Jack. Rhys must’ve noticed his scrutiny, because as he walked close enough to Jack’s desk to set the man’s coffee atop it, he raised his eyebrow.

“Jack? Is something wrong?” I’m not late am I—no, I’m not late,” he corrected, presumably checking the time on his ECHOeye. But Jack was already up, getting close enough to Rhys in one long stride before he grabbed the hem of his PA’s sweater and pulled it up.

Rhys squawked and started so hard he nearly fell over. Jack’s hand shot out to steady him, though his grip was light and distracted as he gazed at what lay beneath Rhys’ sweaters.

No scars, no injuries. No fancy new prosthetics or implants or anything. Not even new tattoos. Nothing like that.

Rhys just looked…well…like he’d packed on a few pounds.

Jack gaped as Rhys struggled to pull down the hem of his shirt only for the CEO to catch his wrist and hold it aloft. Little frustrated mewls snorted from Rhys as he turned his head to the side, his cheeks colored bright pink.

“You…will you stop staring?” He hissed, but Jack paid it little mind. His eyes scanned over how Rhys had filled out, his pale stomach and hips spilling out slightly over the waistband of his pants. Little red marks curled up diagonally along his torso, and from under the rucked-up hem of Rhys’ sweater he could see the soft, rounded undersides of his tattooed pecs.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. I get it.” Rhys tried wriggling away, face set in a pout. “I was trying to…I knew you’d just tease me so I didn’t want to deal with it, okay?”

“Tease you? Over what?” Jack cocked his head to the side, finally lifting his head from Rhys’ middle to look his PA in the eye. “It doesn’t look bad on you, sugar, just…what’s going on?”

Rhys huffed, though as Jack lowered the hem of his sweater he looked a little more relieved.

“Something-something omega genetics, all right? The details don’t really matter but…in the wintertime my body likes to stock up, okay? So I get a little…like this.”

“Wintertime? Babe, did you forget we’re on a space station?”

“No, but my body doesn’t know that.” Rhys frowned. “Can we just drop it? It’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? Oh, no no no,” The hand grabbing Rhys’ wrist released it, before both of Jack’s palms pressed under the omega’s sweater and against his full hips, giving them a seductive squeeze. “Pumpkin, this isn’t embarrassing. This is sexy as hell.”

Fortunately, it didn’t take much more convincing to get Rhys to—at least for the time being—accept the fact that Jack really did appreciate what winter weight did to his body. Thankfully, too, as the sexual tension between them was starting to give Jack more grey hairs than the respectful streak he already had going.

With Rhys laying back against the desk and those wonderful thighs squeezed around his waist Jack finally found himself knotting inside of his PA, leaving him wonderfully sticky and messy with cum once he finally pulled out and away. Rhys panted, his sweater all the way rucked up and over his chest, leaving his perfect body totally on display as Jack affectionately pressed against his stomach, enjoying the soft sink of his flesh as cum and slick leaked out of his hole.

“You know…” Jack purred as he kissed over the bites he’d left on Rhys’ pecs, leaning into the fingers stroking through his hair, “now that I know what’s underneath, I don’t really mind the sweaters.” He kissed one of Rhys’ reddened nipples before smirking up at his PA. “They’re cute. Though if you wanted to go back to wearing something tighter I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

Rhys chuckled breathily, his hand urging Jack to lean over and kiss him as he wound his legs back around the CEO’s hips.

“If it gets you to knot me like that again, I’ll wear anything you want me to.”