At exactly 3:21 in the morning, Lee Emmet awoke from a terrible, terrible nightmare. When his mind finally registered to what was happening, he found himself sitting up on his messy bed, his nails digging into the mattress. He felt his sweat all over his body, leaving his hair damp and his back moist. He felt his shoulders heave and his heart beat. He felt his eyes fill with tears he never intended to shed.

He never even knew why he always woke up like this, all messed up, sweaty, teary-eyed. He was absolutely terrified, but of what? What exactly made him wake up this early in the morning? What made him cry like a child at his age? What thing made his stomach drip and blood curl?

And then he remembered it, the Man. He was a terrible man, he was a terrible father.

Though he did not hit or abuse his son physically, his words would forever ring in his ears. They would haunt him wherever he went, whatever he did. He was always the failure, the mistake, the outcast to that man.

“Lee,” he’d start. “You dare disgrace this family like that.”

Disgrace. That was all he was to his father. A sad, worthless disgrace.

All he ever did was be born. All he ever did wrong was being brought into this world an omega.

He did all he could to make up to his father. He studied hard, he tried to get taller, he made sure to be the best in everything he did and knew how to do. But nothing was enough. He wasn’t enough.

“I’ll never be good enough,” Lee sobbed silently, as not to wake the sleeping Mason beside him.

He clenched his fist in his chest and used the other hand to cover his mouth as he cried like the child that he knew he was. Tears ran down his face one by one, whether he liked it or not. He closed his eyes, repeating to himself, “Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying...”

If his father saw him now, he’d tell him again, “How could I ever allow myself to make something as useless as you?” These words would linger in the air, as cold and as pitiless as they came out.

“I’m sorry, Father. I’ll stop it. I promise.”

“I don’t care. You’ve already failed.”

“But-“

“No. I won’t take any of your excuses into consideration.”

This was his life. His father was right. He could never be a man. If he kept this up, he would never accept him.

“Lee?”

The voice made his whole body flinch and his eyes shoot open. He looked to his right where Mason was up on his elbows, squinting at him.

He saw the worry written all over his face which only meant that he saw everything that happened. But knowing that Mason was just going to make fun of him anyways—like he knew he would—he mumbled, “It’s nothing,” as he wiped his face dry with his sleeves and turned to face away from him.

“Wait,-“ Mason tried to grab Lee’s arm, but he shook it off, stubbornly.

“Mason, I said, ‘it’s nothing’!” he cried.

He tried to stop the tears flow down his face, but it was way too late to try. He tried shutting his eyes tight, hoping they would go away. Nothing.

“Dammit!” he exclaimed as he covered his eyes.

“Dammit!” His lower lip quivered like crazy.

“Why won’t it stop? They just won’t stop!”

Upon hearing this, Mason thought he felt his heart shatter. He knew that his boyfriend would cry in the middle of the night like this and go immediately to sleep. But tonight was different. Tonight, it wasn’t just his feelings that were hurt but his heart. It was his heart where he kept his anger, his stress, his sadness. It was his heart where it all festered and needed to be let go. Today, he needed to let go.

He wrapped his arms around Lee. This had to stop. Right. Now.

“What the **** are you doing?” Lee squealed as he tried to shake Mason off of him.

“No. Stop!” Mason demanded.

“Mason this isn’t-“

“Just listen to me!”

And like that, Lee stopped stuggling.

“Lee,” Mason whispered. “You have to let it go.”

“What the **** are you talking about? Get o-“

“I know what you’ve been crying about.”

Lee freezes. He’s never actually been caught crying like this before. Or at least, no one’s ever told him.

“It’s your dad, isnt it?” Mason continued.

Lee bit his lower lip and nodded.

“I get it-“ Mason pulled him closer, letting his legs land back in the bed-“your old man’s too hard on you. And that’s why you have to let go.”

“Let what go?” Lee sniffled, covering his eyes.

“The emotions you’ve kept inside.”

His words linger for a second.

Lee was surprised to see this side of Mason. He never knew he could be this... sensitive before. Their relationship had always circulated around sex and that only. Hearing this come from Mason was the last thing he expected. It was new. The good kind.

“Your heart just can’t take it anymore. You really have to cry it all out,” Mason whispered. “And it’s okay.”

Why was he so kind right now? This was a trick, wasn’t it?

“Hey.” Mason grabbed Lee’s wrists and pulled them away, exposing his tightly shut eyes.

“Open,” he demanded.

Lee opened his eyes. The felt so sore and puffy. He felt Mason lift his chin up so that their eyes would meet.

“Your dad,” Mason started. “He can’t hurt you now. He’s not here.”

“But men aren’t supposed to cry,” Lee whimpered.

“Real men know how to express their feelings.”

When Mason smiled at him, Lee knew that it was okay now. He could trust Mason. And Mason could trust him.

So he wrapped his arms around Mason’s chest and bawled like a baby. He cried and cried and cried rivers down his face. Mason consoled him, hugged him, and embraced his heart.

This went on for at least an hour. And after that, it was all gone.

Because you can’t blame Lee. His dad? He was a fucking asshole.

Caspian Grenfield blinked his eyes open slowly. He found himself lying sprawled on his bed. It was a mess: the comforter was nearly falling off at the edge, the pillows were all over the place, and the mattress was damp with sweat—well at least he hoped it was.

By instinct, he tried to move his body to straighten himslef up. But when he started to roll to his side, a weird sensation crept up from his groin. He gasped as it spread to his damp behind, preventing him from getting up.

He looked down at his groin, finding it sticking out like a swollen thumb. ****, he thought. Not again. Please, not again.

Caspian’s always hated going through his Heat. This was because it was abnormal. Instead of it going full blast like it should, his Heat would go in small bursts like this one. There would be days where he could fap it out today and it would go all out tomorrow, and there would be days where he’d get hard in the middle of a conversation and it wouldn’t disappear till he came.

Either way, it was never easy going through a Heat day without a little satisfaction. The thing was, Caspian also hated having sex or being touched in sensitive areas. He was one of those Omegas who had trouble being comfortable with sexual intimacy. He was really shy no matter how flustered he was, and the sex would make him feel weird. He just couldn’t accept the fact that sex made him feel so satisfied. Because it felt so good once it was over.

“Dammit,” he breathed. He knew that he had to get rid of this before he could go out with the guys to eat breakfast, so he decided to man up and at least try to fap it out.

He managed to wrap his hand around his **** and jerk himself up and down. Come on, he thought. He then reached his other hand into his behind, massaging his hole with his index finger.

Unfortunately, nothing worked. He was still hard and his butt was still damp. He tried rolling onto his knees while fapping, allowing gravity to at least do its job. Nothing. He tried inserting two fingers into his hole. Nothing. It was hopeless. He needed to do something else.

With shaky limbs and a sweaty upper body, he managed to crawl to the side of the bed and open the drawer on the nightstand. He found his pink dildo, some lubricant, and some Heat pills. Being the tired dumbass that he knew he was, he used all of them. He swallowed two pills—without water—and as it went down, he applied some lube into his hole and onto the dildo. He’s scared to put it in. But he had no choice but to do so.

“Ah!” he moaned. He pushed the pink dildo into his hole slowly as not to get hurt. But it still did. It hurt so much.

Before he could give himself a chance to cry, he took the pink hell out of him and threw it back into the drawer. He massaged his hole, regretting what he just did.

Someone help. Please.

“Hey, have you seen Caspian?” Blue asked him.

“Oh yeah,” blurted Jax. “Isn’t he supposed to be up by now?”

“I should probably chack on him,” replied Robbie Wyatt.

It was true. It wasn’t like Caspian to sleep in without Robbie. He knew that time was a delicate thing that should be spent wisely—especially in your early twenties.

Robbie walked down the hall, wondering what took his boyfriend so long to wake up. It couldn’t have been because it was his Heat, he thought. He just had it two days ago, it was only a small burst though. Was it possible?

When Robbie finally entered the room, he was greeted by a teary-eyed Caspian. Seeing his boyfriend wrapped in the comforter like a burrito, all flustered and tired like that answered his question.

“Cassie!” Robbie gasped, running to his boyfriend’s aid. He could barely even open his eyes at that moment which only worried Robbie even more.

“Robbie,” he breathed, his voice dry. “I’m scared.”

Caspian blinked as a tear rolled down his cheek. Robbie knew he had to help him. He was already suffering enough.

He crawled into the bed, behind Caspian. He joined him under the comforter, spooning his cold, limp body. He wrapped his arms around Caspian, embracing the boy in his warmth.

“Wait,” Caspian whispered. “What are you-”

“Do you trust me?” Robbie whispered into his ear.

Caspian thought for a moment. He was still scared; but now that he knew Robbie would never go too hard on him,—Heat or no Heat—he wasn’t too worried anymore.

He nodded, biting his lips and shutting his eyes tight. Robbie knew he was still scared, so he kissed his neck and played with his hair to calm him down a bit.

“It’s okay,” Robbie hushed. “You can tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Okay,” Caspian said.

Robbie reached into Caspian’s boxers and held his little groin slowly and handled it with care. Caspian flinched and gasped as Robbie fondled his hard ****.

“Wait,” Caspian breathed. “It’s not fair.”

He pulled Robbie’s hand away and took his boxers off. He then bumped his butt onto Robbie, finding him hard as well.

“I want you to do it,” Caspian said, facing Robbie. His eyes were serious and puffy and red from crying.

“I just want it to go away,” he continued.

Without a second thought, Robbie leaned in and kissed him tenderly. He couldn’t help but think this was adorable coming from his Cassie. It was rare of him to beg for such a thing. He knew that his boyfriend was afraid of sexual intimacy, but him showing this side of himself like this so early in the morning was almost... miraculous.

Was he really that desperate? Or was he just acting like this because of his Heat?

Robbie got up on his elbows and took his sweatpants off in just one swift movement. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and put it on. He kissed Caspian’s neck as he inserted his finger into his butt slowly.

When Caspian moaned, Robbie took the chance to kiss him, tongue-first. Now, they breathed the same air. Their bodies working together, warming each other up as they went.

Caspian’s thought’s blurred. All that could ever come our of his mouth were moans and slimy saliva that would be left out when he and Robbie separated. He’d try to. E as quiet as he could be as not to attract too much attention. But this was nice.

Robbie on the other hand couldn’t help but think his boyfriend was the most adorable thing in the world. He promised himself that whatever happened, he’d love Caspian with his whole heart. For as long as it lasts.