3- Second Meeting

He forgot the coffee. He went out for one thing- Scott leaned heavily on his apartment door. The mid-afternoon sun was shining brightly through the curtains of his spacious unit. He ran his fingers through his hair. Did that guy make it home okay? WAIT DID HE FORGET HIS SUPPRESSANT THIS MORNING?

He hurried to his kitchen, where the package was laying on the counter, same spot as always. Let's see, today is... Crap. This could totally be his fault.  Today's pill sat in its little blister pack. Scott popped it dry and slumped against his cabinets, burying his face in his hands.

No Omega in their right mind would be out in public, much less working, with their heat so close. But, if they were just close enough and an alpha happened to come by... "Well, shit," Scott whispered to himself. He certainly didn't want to leave things as is. But, Rayan had to have made it home by now, right? Should he run back to the supermarket and check? His hand reached for his front door.

Wait. He had to think for a moment. Whether he caused it or not there was no doubt he was being affected by that guy's pheromones.

That's right, he had done everything he could at the store. Rayan had clearly refused more assistance.

There was really nothing more he could do. He made his way into his living space and flopped hard on the couch. He left him his business card, and heats lasted a few days anyway.

One week. Scott decided he would wait one week. If this Rayan doesn't come by his office then he would ask about him at the store. Just for peace of mind. He just had to apologize. Somehow. Just in case.

For now though, thoughts of the cashier were becoming intrusive. His slim build, that tan skin, panting "help me please!" He wondered what his hair looks like out of that ponytail... It had to be soft with those curls… Rich chocolate brown eyes… An adorably round ass that he just knew would fit perfectly in the palm of his hands… His pants got tight and before he knew it he was stroking himself through the denim fabric of his jeans. A little release couldn’t hurt…

He nearly had his zipper down when he remembered how badly the poor guy had reacted to the Otoforin. It didn’t matter how pent up he was, or whether he forgot his medication or not, he was a professional first and foremost. He was NOT going to jack off to a fantasy about a medical emergency!

Deadpan and frustrated he told himself, "I need a cold shower."

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Wednesday. Four days later. Rayan was clean once more, taking the elevator ride of shame up from the laundry with his newly washed sheets. Not that he should have anything to be ashamed about, all the tenants were omegas. He was pretty sure he was the only MALE Omega in residence though, or he at least had never seen another male with a bite collar in the building.

The injection had delayed his heat like it was supposed to, but it also cost another day of missed work. Just what he needed. A shorter paycheck. It didn't really help that the majority of his fantasies seemed to feature a certain tall blond helpful bystander. The thought of having jerked off thinking of a total stranger disgusted him.

With a sour face he entered his apartment and set to work making the bed, perfect hospital corners and all. Then, ruined it all by face-planting into the mattress.

He just need to offer to pay for that shot. Those things were pricey and that guy just up and dosed him like it was no big deal! He was not going to let some alpha lord a favor like that over him. And yet, the blanket was dryer warm, and heats were just sooo damn draining....

He got up with a groan. Naps could wait. He wondered how female omegas coped with having both a heat AND a period. Were periods anything like heats? He retrieved the business card from his table where he'd put it a few days ago. The clinic's address was a ways away, it would make for a long walk. A bus route came close though. It was going to suck, but he needed to get this over with before office hours were over. If he was lucky, he could get in, pay, and leave without having to see the guy who helped him out. Awkward situations were the last thing he wanted right now.

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Public transit got him there close to 2 in the afternoon. Now all he had to do was pay, leave, and he could back home. The clinic itself was in a grey brick building not to dissimilar from the rest of the buildings around it. It was certainly in a nicer part of town, and topiary sat in fancy pots lined up in front of it's generous front window. Paying for meds from here was going to cost an arm and a leg... He worried if he even had enough money...

The interior was just as high-end with wood floors, plush chairs, and granite counters. It was certainly a far cry from the free clinic he normally went to. There were a few people in the waiting room, the clientele here clearly had some kind of money. He felt out of place in his short sleeved button up and jeans.

Pay and leave pay and leave pay and leave...

"Good afternoon, sir! Do you have an appointment, or would you like a walk-in?"

Get it over with... "Ah, neither, actually. You see, well, a guy that works here kinda helped me a few days ago, and I want to pay for the dose of Otoforin he gave me."

"Oh! You must be THAT guy! Dr. Kranston should be just about done with his previous appointment, I'll let him know you're here-"

"-That's really not necessary!" Rayan's voice squeaked on the last note. He picked nervously at the hem of his bite collar. "You don't need to bother him, I just want to pay for the medicine so...." His voice trailed off as he noticed who had come around the corner.

Damnit.

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After the event over the weekend Scott had to file a report with the clinic first thing Monday and undergo testing to ensure his alpha suppressants were still working as required. As a result unfortunately, most of his office had heard the story. In a way, it made it easier. Just in case that omega came in for the recommended blood work, he left a notice with the front desk staff to be notified immediately. And if the omega didn't come within two weeks well, he would just have to try and get in touch with him through the grocery store's manager. He just HAD to apologize. Forgetting his medicine like that is a dangerous thing, and what happened was almost certainly his fault.

Other than that, it was business as usual. Prostate exams, pap smears, sperm counts.... The couple he was helping with an in vitro was showing promising results. No crisis cases in a while, clinic life was running smooth. He'd just finished with a yearly wellness exam when he heard a little commotion at the front desk. Was that voice...? He made his way up there to confirm for himself.

The look the omega gave when he noticed Scott was like that of a deer in headlights. His hair was loosely held back with a headband, and the afternoon sun streaming through the windows made a golden halo of his curls. He had a willowy figure and the way his long fingers were worrying at his collar....

Damn.

Wait, stop. He reminded himself that he was a doctor. He's a professional. Keep it professional. The guy was obviously nervous, don't scare him off.

"Ah, Rayan right?" Scott smiled and held out his hand to greet him. "I was hoping you’d stop by. Come around here and let's talk in my office."

Rayan tentatively shook the doctor's hand. This was exactly what he didn't want. Even nowadays an omega was expected to obey an alpha. It was unbelievably awkward being face to face with a complete stranger you just spent the last few days having sexual fantasies about. Now that he got a better look at him though, he looked like he just popped out of the alpha master mold. Tall, broad shoulders, this guy could be scary if he wanted to. His short dirty blond hair seemed naturally neat and professional. His face didn't seem to have that arrogance he'd usually associate with alphas though. With the blue scrubs and white lab coat he cut a rather handsome figure. He seemed nice enough... Rayan thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take the opportunity to apologize for the other day after all.

"Um," Rayan hesitated a moment, "okay."

"Wonderful!" Dr. Kranston flashed a winning smile, "This way, please."

Rayan came around the counter and followed him down a short hallway. Scott opened the door to his office and ushered Rayan inside. Scott closed the door behind them, thought better of it, and opened it up a crack before moving to stand near his desk. He tried to appear as unthreatening as possible.