The Way It Burns

[doubled_speed]

If there was ever anything he hated it was this part of himself. He'd been enough of a disappointment to his family before he was a mutant. Being an omega on top of it had been like, the final blow. In the end he hadn't been shocked at all that his family had abandoned him.

At least, with time, he had managed to learn how to deal with his... unique status. How suppressants hadn't worked on him. How he couldn't control any of this shit. The only advantage was that, as a speedster, his body worked different from that of most other people. It wasn't like he smelled so much like an omega. Not like he acted like one. So it was fine, right?

He was fine. This was fine.

Except... It wasn't. It wasn't even remotely fine. The worst part of not being able to predict your cycles is when you find someone. Someone great. Someone from another world who isn't an alpha or an omega or anything. So of course Tommy had, as soon as he'd realized what was gong on, locked himself in his room. Easier to pretend that no one was there to deal with him, to need to deal with him. Shutting himself away to deal with it was easier, especially when he'd stocked his room with food and water and snacks and other... necessities. Toys to make it easier, to help it pass.

The only issue with this heat? Well, it often drove a lot of logic out of his mind. Like the part that would remind him that he had long since given James a key to his room. Just in case he got stupid and refused medical treatment after a mission. His room where Tommy was on his bed, naked and writhing as he stroked himself, not yet ready to deal with the slickness between his legs.

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[capson]

"Parties are still weird to me. It was just the few of us at home for stuff like birthdays. We usually didn't even remember them on our own. Now they mean so many people." James was getting more used to crowds and noise and people, but he could still get anxious with too many. It helped when Tommy was there, especially if Tommy touched him.

Oh. James hadn't realized just how serious it was. "Do you want to get married?" he asked. It was already forever to him. He wouldn't mind that too. They were probably too young - but if James had already done something that meant that anyway, he didn't really care.

[doubled_speed]

Tommy moves to his dresser and looks at himself in it, his fingers coming up to touch his neck. To touch the mark.

"Hate to break it to you, James, but effectively, we are. Like, not the legal rights shit, but the other stuff? Sorta yeah, that's what we got up to."

But he got it. James was the sort of guy that just committed to things.

"And our friends will want to celebrate that for us."

[capson]

James sat up finally, still lazy and sluggish but willing to move. He was watching Tommy mostly though, because ... well, he could. He loved to watch Tommy move.

He cocked his head though, frowning a little. "Are you upset? That I did it?" he asked. "And I get that it means practically married. I mean, I get that NOW. But if you wanted to be married too, I'd do that too. That's all I meant."

"A party sounds okay," James said. He stretched a kink out of his back and then walked over to stand behind Tommy, hugging him. It was just really hard to keep his hands off of him.

[doubled_speed]

There's a sort of grace that comes with speed and reaction times like Tommy's. Especially when he's not thinking about it. But mostly he's enjoying the look. His fingers glide over the mark again and he smiles.

This, right here, this is proof. That someone wants him. Tommy almost wants to cry.

"I'm yours," he whispers softly. "And I love you. And you want me. How could this not be okay?"

The married thing probably won't happen. That would just be tempting fate.

[capson]

James can't help the smile that lights up his whole face, or the way his arms tighten around Tommy. Hearing him say it is ... it's just amazing. He loves Tommy, that was probably inevitable from the moment he got Tommy's mark. But hearing Tommy say it back ... James just hadn't really known how lonely he was until he had this with Tommy, bonded and held tight and loved. He hadn't thought he'd ever have this, and he hadn't known to miss it. But now that he had it - everything was so much better. He missed his family, he worried about his world. But James couldn't give this up with Tommy, ever.

"You're mine," James affirmed, nuzzling Tommy's shoulder and hugging him tighter. "People can throw parties for that all they want. I'm never going to get any luckier than getting you."

[doubled_speed]

Oh god. Tommy's heart is pounding. Can James feel it. Can James smell it? This is amazing. He pulls James's arms tighter around him and smiles.

"No one's ever wanted me like you want me.]

[capson]

"How could they not?" James said, tightening his arms happily and hugging him closer, face pressing into the back of his neck, Tommy's back against his chest. "You're everything."

"You're smart, and you're funny, and you're heroic, and you're generous. You're sexy and you didn't have to be patient with me not knowing anything, but you ARE, anyway, even though it must seem like everything that takes me too long takes a million years longer to you. You're gorgeous and you care so much about your family and your team and doing the right thing, even if you don't want to seem it. You look REALLY good in your uniform and you make me laugh and you're just ... I'm really lucky you even gave me any time, Tommy. I'll always be lucky to have gotten you." Even if they got pissed off with each other, which they probably would since they both had tempers and could be stubborn. But it wouldn't change anything for James ever.

[doubled_speed]

Okay, so the smart is absolutely false. The Heroic is what he does. And generous isn't something anyone has ever called him before. Actually, he could make a list to argue against all of these that don't talk about his physical traits.

"You're not the one that is lucky I gave you time," Tommy counters, voice sharp. Because he's tried to walk away from this, hadn't he? Tried seriously hard to do it. No, it was Tommy who had been lucky.

[capson]

James had reasons for all of the things he believed about Tommy. But he just rolled his eyes at the sharp tone. "Okay. We're both lucky," he said instead of arguing about it. Because he wasn't going to stop thinking good things about Tommy, and he definitely wasn't going to stop thinking Tommy was great.

"You want me to come shower with you? I can wash your back?" James offered. And maybe rub it or something, if Tommy was sore in more places than just the obvious.

[doubled_speed]

"That sounds like a really good way to get me to fuck you in a shower," Tommy counters.

Sorry, when he's not in his heat, Tommy tends to want to top people. Mostly because he hates being the sniveling, pleading wreck he was when he was in his heat.

[capson]

James might have spent the last few days getting a very fast sexual education and thoroughly putting it into practice - but he was still himself. And he blushed right on cue, but laughed too. "Well. I mean that would be okay too." James had yet to find anything about sex he DIDN'T like, top bottom or no one in either position. There had been something sort of ... primally satisfying about being inside Tommy and filling him up while he wanted it, yeah. But that didn't mean James didn't really like everything else, too.

[doubled_speed]

"You're sure?" Tommy asks, shocked. Because, well, that wasn't something Alphas like. They want to fuck, not get fucked. Wow, it's wonderful. It's totally possible the guy won't be like other Alphas.

It's good.

[capson]

James just didn't have the same context Tommy did. He might be an Alpha, but he didn't know what the stereotypes for that were supposed to be, mostly. So he just shrugged behind Tommy and kissed his neck again. "Yeah? I like everything we've done to me, and however you touch me. When you used your fingers, after the stuff we got on us, it felt really good. It'd feel good if it wasn't your fingers, too." And Tommy liked it. Plus James just liked the ... connection part of sex, too. Maybe it was dumb as sappy, but he liked feeling that close to someone else that you could be inside them, or have them inside you. It felt ... real? Or at least vibrant or something like it. "If you don't like something, I don't want to do it, and if we try it and I don't like it, I'd tell you? But I wanna try everything you want to do with you."

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"Geez, how are you so fucking perfect?" Tommy asks, twisting in James' arms to look at him very seriously.

"I... We haven't had a chance to have a single first time that we've had in our right minds. I think I'd rather save this one special thing."

[capson]

"Genetically inherited serum?" James said dryly. But he hugged Tommy close when he turned and cocked his head, smiling. "I'm not. But I mean ... if I'm perfect for you, then I'm really glad. Since you're perfect for me."

His smile went soft and warm. "Yeah," James agreed. "Whenever you want. I'm all yours too so ... you can take what you want when you want?" He blushed but his smile was a little teasingly flirtatious too. "Just don't expect me to STAY in my right mind though? I kind of never do when you touch me."