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Rhys is very tired.

Being Jack’s PA can hardly be called a thankless job—the pay is better than anything he could’ve hoped for back when he was first interning, not even when he and Vaughn had high hopes not yet crushed by middle-of-the-pack drudgery—and honestly as much as common sense tells not to date one’s boss, Rhys feels it makes things easier. There’s no fear of airlock or random strangling or anything like that that hangs above the necks of everyone else who works at Helios. At this point, Rhys is a part of Jack—his right hand man, at this point crucial to his success and function as Hyperion’s apex alpha—and as cruel as Jack can be Rhys has a hopeful feeling he won’t harm someone he considers so intimately his.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t be an obtuse, self-centered asshole who fucks Rhys over on accident.  

Jack had “forgot” to tell Rhys they needed to put together a presentation for the surveyors they’d contracted to scour the woodlands of Meliae. Jack was working on a hunch, a rumor from settlers on the planet regarding the sap from the native trees. Apparently it’d provide excellent lube for Hyperion’s —and some other things, Jack had said with an eyebrow waggle—so all right, Rhys had spent all of last night doing research and slapping together a decently pretty presentation over a latte who’s foam had long collapsed in on himself. When he’d texted Jack thinly veiled annoyance, he’d only gotten a laugh and a barely comprehensible “inspiring” message that told him Jack was probably drinking.

Thankfully, the CEO had shown up to the late morning meeting with no sign of a hangover, unlike Rhys—who’d subsisted on a couple hours sleep and the dregs of his cold coffee and still managed to pull himself together under a crisp shirt and straight tie. Rhys didn’t know what he would’ve done if Jack hadn’t arrived.

“Wow, you look like crap.” Unfortunately Jack’s flippant remark and quick up-down of Rhys’ haggard state doesn’t exactly improve the omega’s mood.

“At least you’re being honest now….seriously, just say that, rather than the half-assed ‘motivation’ from last night.”

“Did I text you? Haha, whoops,” Jack brushes his hand over his head to emphasize. “Didn’t even remember. Last night got a little….fuzzy.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Rhys rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off a building headache. Someday Cybernetics would figure out how to install something to inject pain meds directly into the brain.

ill finish this tomorrow

Prompt for day 4 of the omegaverse challenge! I did “scents” with some Jack-related hurt/comfort!

Jack hated being injured.

He hadn’t even been that badly hurt, in any case. Which was a damn miracle considering he’d been standing a couple feet away from the scientists who had been mostly fried by the malfunctioning test grenade. He would’ve gotten away with only a couple of scratches and superficial burns—easily treated within the moment he was wheeled into the emergency room—if the test had been for anything else other than a frikkin’ flash grenade.

After a quick examination, his doctor had informed him and Rhys that the flash blindness would thankfully be temporary, provided Jack get plenty of rest and try not to push himself. Jack remembered grunting, already frustrated at the dim pall that’d replaced his usual sharp vision. He hated having one of his senses stripped from him through another’s stupid mistake, even if he had Rhys around to care for him until he recovered.

He’d been discharged a few hours earlier, and now lay in the comfort of his own bed, his head propped up on a pillow. He wavered on the edge of sleepiness, the effects of the Anshin still stinging slightly through the skin newly regrown over his wounds. He didn’t know why the hypo couldn’t heal his eyes as well, but despite his payer for a miracle nothing had changed in the past couple of hours. He fluttered his eyelids uselessly, frustrated at the disoriented lack of change. Despite the fact that he couldn’t even see anything, he found it difficult to simply relax and go to sleep.

Then the door to the bedroom eased open.

Jack smelled Rhys before he heard the soft pad of his feet against the carpet. He felt his nostrils flare, taking in his omega’s scent as it drifted closer. Despite his agitation, a smile picked at the corner of his lips. Rhys always smelled the best—and Jack had scented plenty of omegas in his time, from high-class escorts to heiresses to even mercenaries for higher, and none had ever smelled as wonderfully as Rhys had. Something special lingered in that smell, a comforting layer of crisp jasmine-spritzed linens that laid over him as Rhys sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress depressing under his weight.

“Hey,” Rhys started, voice soft and a little nervous, “How you feeling?”

“Good as I can be with my eyes outta commission…And better. Now that you’re here,” he amended, shifting a little more upright against his pillow. He felt Rhys’ hand gently lay on his shoulder.

“Don’t move too much, you flatterer…” He could heard the amused little smile in Rhys’ voice. Something clinked against a surface next to his ear, followed by the warm smell of melted cheese and butter.

“I didn’t know what to make that wouldn’t risk burning down the house so…I just did mac n’ cheese…” Jack heard something squelch, right before he felt something warm hovering before his lips. “I hope it’s not too bad…”

“If you kill me, kiddo, everyone’s gonna know who did it…” Jack chuckled softly, blowing on—presumably—the spoonful of mac n’ cheese before Rhys carefully slipped it between his lips. He chewed thoughtfully, expecting the food to taste less appealing considering he couldn’t see it but—and maybe because he hadn’t eaten all day thanks to the incident—it tasted pretty damn amazing.

“Oh, kitten,” Jack moaned as he swallowed the first warm mouthful down, “this is amazing?”

“R-Really?” Rhys’ voice tipped up in surprise, his scent practically blushing. “Is that just the pain meds talking?”

“Maybe. Can’t you just take a compliment, sugar?” Jack teased, before opening his mouth for another bite. “You put chives in this? And uh…is that bacon?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Rhys slipped another hefty spoonful between his lips. “I’m glad you can taste it, I was just kind of throwing in everything I’ve seen you put in…”

“Well…it’s great…” Jack smiled as he finished, the meal settling warmly into his stomach. “Comfort food from my favorite omega…makes this whole crappy situation lots better.”

“Well…you focus on getting better, okay?” Rhys murmured, his fingers stroking back Jack’s hair. “I mean, what’s the point of being Handsome Jack’s omega if he can’t see how cute I am?”

“Oh don’t worry sugar, I can smell the cute on you.” Jack relaxed into his boyfriend’s touch as Rhys’ hand slid down to cup his cheek. His smile grew more sedate, finally allowing the pull of much needed rest to take him down.

He’d help Rhys finish off that mac n’ cheese as soon as he woke back up.