Tay stares at the back of the man who is looking at the lake. He is so tall, looking elegant in his brown spring coat and black turtleneck shirt. He takes a step towards the man, two steps, three steps, until he is almost able to touch him with a lift of a hand.
"..."
The man turns towards him, staring at him with those cold eyes. His features are very sharp, as sharp as his gaze which sends electrics to Tay's whole vein, traveling down his spine. Towards his groin.
Tay swallows hard, their eyes locking together.
"Tay..."
His eyes widens at the mention of his name. "You... you know my name...?"
The man smirks and takes a step closer to him, and Tay retreats back. His heartbeat is wild, nervous at the intense stare. The tension between them so high, he wants to attack and bite the slim man right there and then.
He gasps, now on the ground, the beautiful man on top of him, staring down at him. Tay feels warmth on his groin area but is too captivated by the pale beauty over him to do anything about it.
"Tay..." the man hums, sending shivers. Tay remains still, caught off-guard by such bold move. He wants to look away, his face hot all of a sudden but those eyes are too bewitching. Swallowing hard, the alpha breathes heavily as the man lowers his head, painfully slowly until his mouth touches Tay's left ear, "I know what you want..." he purrs seductively, licking his lips.
Tay feels the thin fingers rubbing his already hard crotch very slowly, almost torturous, making his eyes shut in frustration. But he dares not to say anything, afraid to scare the man away. He grips the earth beneath him and bite his lips, trying to hold his moans, trying to hold himself together. He wants release. He wants to fuck the guy.
So badly.
"Touch me Tay..." the man begs and Tay lifts his hand carefully, enjoying the smooth feel of that white neck. Owh, so smooth he can imagine sinking his teeth and claiming the man. But the man wants his touch, and somehow Tay wants to obey his every wish. And so, as desperate as he is, he starts moving his hands up and down the man's back, loving the curve of his spine.
"Lick me..." the man whispers and like a hungry beast, he start sucking on that soft skin, hungrily leaving marks all over. "I'm so wet.... Te..."
The man grinds on him, rubbing their hard-ons together desperately. He keeps on moaning, arching his back sexily while his hands continue exploring Tay's back, "Enter me..."
Tay pushes the man onto the ground, turns him on his stomach and pulls his hips up, making him stand on all fours. He tears the pants with one swift motion, revealing that sweet, sweet hole. So juicy and wet. So tight.
I'll make your wish come true baby. I'll make you scream my name until you lose your voice. I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk.
He places his cock at the entrance, the hole twitching, ready for him. He closes his eyes and...
Tay opens his eyes to his alarm clock. It is already 7 a.m. and he is back at his dorm room. It was all just a dream. A dream he has every night since that night.
"Damnit!! Just a bit more!!! Urgh!!!" He notices his rock-hard erection and curses inside. Every single time he would wake just before he enters the man! It is so frustrating!
He is so sexually frustrated he has to do it in his dreams and yet, he cannot even reach his climax there.
Tay gets out of bed and goes straight to the bathroom to take care of his morning wood. He turns on the shower and start moving his hand back and forth, demanding orgasm quickly. He made a mistake of imagining the stone skipping man to reach his climax though, because now...
"Goddamnit!!! Not again!!!"
...he just knotted and he has to wait a few more minutes before it shrinks back.
★★★
Second week of lecture, still no friends. He hasn't spoken to anyone in two weeks. At least, he hasn't had a real conversation in which the other party actually replies to him, in two weeks.
New tried. He actually tried to look for some faces he never met before, hopefully someone who never heard of him, and talk to them, despite him being socially awkward himself. It took him all his courage to smile and introduce himself, but for now, nobody bothered to return it back to him. He only gets awkward smiles and then silence. Then a few more minutes with them before they decide to move somewhere else.
He doesn't know what went wrong. Does he look intimidating? Does he sound creepy? Granted his voice lower than most people but that never stopped him from making friends up until now. And even if it was? Because of the rumor about him, everyone should be mature enough to know that rumors are not always true. Why isn't anybody giving him a chance?
And if that isn't bad enough, he has to take a class from a lecturer who is not that fond of him.
Which is his fault actually.
Because two years ago, he took the Creative Writing 101 as an elective under Mrs. Jung, and for each assignment, he and Inn kept writing about death just for fun. Because she hates it and New loved to hear her sarcastic remarks about their works during the class. He passed the exam though, going 180 degrees and writing about kittens and the beauty of life, and got an A. He never saw her again.
Until this year.
Her class is compulsory. And she definitely remembers him; she called him during class hours to remind him to take things seriously, which exposed his name to the whole class.
Which is why he is now sitting at the very front of the class, alone, hiding his scent from the other omegas. Not that it will change anything, they already hate him for no reason. But he just hates it. He hates how other omegas and alphas are free to judge him from his scent alone. It makes him sick. As if he is not a real person with stories to tell.
Not that he would tell them even if they ask.
They can all just go to hell.
The bell rings and everyone has started to pack their bags. New remains in his seat, still writing down what the professor is saying, taking his own time. He is in no rush. He always makes sure he would be the last one outside the door, and the earliest one in. So he won't have to walk alongside the other omegas.
Lunch time is always the hardest for him in the past weeks. This was the time he usually hang out with Joong or Inn, or in rare occasions, all four of them, but he had decided not to do that this year because he thought he would have made new friends and wanted to use the lunch hour to bond with them. And since he already said that to Inn, suddenly asking them to eat lunch with him will let them know his situation right away which may worry them.
So now, New just buys something from the convenient store and eats alone at the park or anywhere nobody knows him. Sometimes he skips lunch altogether. The third lecture is cancelled today so he decides to go back since he is already done for today.
What shall he do the rest of the day today? There are no assignments, and today is a good day so he really wants to spend his day outside. Maybe do some work out.
But the park will surely be filled with people and he really doesn't want to bump into his dormmates. It will only ruin the perfect day.
On the other hand, he really doesn't want to go out alone... And he hasn't met his old friends yet since the incident so it feels weird to just casually ask them to hang out...
New sighs. Maybe he should just stay indoors and watch some movies, or animes. Or just watch some random stuff on Youtube. Or sleep.
The sound of silence breaks him from his thoughts and New realizes everyone is already gone. He puts all his belongings inside his bag, puts on his earphones and blasts the music. He switches off all the lights and goes out the door. Just as he is about to take the left turn towards the exit, he spots someone familiar. "Thought you didn't come today!"
"P'Gulf? Why are you here?"
Gulf is leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. His hair is now short and pink. The sudden change of image from two weeks ago shocks New whose eyes turns wide. "Newwiee! Let's have lunch!"
New looks around, thinking real hard whether to accept the offer or not. He never spends time with the older besides his days at the hospital so he doubts they will have anything to talk about. Just because he is Mew's mate doesn't mean New gets along well with him.
But the past few weeks have been really hectic, mentally and emotionally, and New really wants to talk to someone, or even listen to someone's voice talking to him. The isolation from the people around him is really starting to wear him. "Sure... the canteen?"
Gulf is feeling fancy today and had the cream spaghetti set and New decides to go for the fried chicken. Just having Gulf there talking non-stop about his favourite menus made New hungrier than usual, and he finally bought the famous custard pudding to go with his main dish. He doesn't even like sweet food that much.
"So how's the new course? Hanging in there?"
New takes a big bite off the drumstick before chewing it hastily. God he is so hungry! And the food tastes so good! "Boring."
He hears a loud laugh from the older and feels a bit guilty. He should have commented on each lecture or something to show that he is trying instead of speaking bad about the whole course. It is Gulf's major after all, and he just said it is not interesting. "I know that feeling. My favourite ones are only critical thinking and creative writing class. I hate all the others."
"You do?" Gulf nods and New feels relieved that he didn't offend the only omega who is willing to keep him company. He hates to admit it, but he is really thankful for the lunch date. He never realized how much better the food taste when eaten with good company.
"I only like to write. I hate poems and stuff like that. Do you think the authors are actually talking about death when writing about a curtain? Just where the hell did that come from?" New just has to laugh at that. Although he has yet to learn about the curtain of death the older is talking about, he never really gets poems himself. He doesn't realize how hard he is laughing until a tear flows out.
"Yah! Are you mocking me? It's not even that funny."
"I know. That's not even funny."
"What?" New laughs again when he is hit by the older. How long has it been since the last time he laughed? He misses laughing.
"Oh wait, my friend is here! Seph!" New froze in his place. A foreigner? He is already bad with the locals, let alone having to speak to foreigners. Why did Gulf invite him over? He hears the footsteps coming closer and sits still, trying to act normal. The guy or lady is an omega, based on the scent.
The guy sits beside Gulf and New lets a relieved sigh. He is Thai after all!
"Hey New! Nice to meet you! I'm Joseph." New smiles at him and introduces himself briefly.
"Joseph's taking social science and is doing research on omegas working in the alpha/betas' field." This time Gulf is doing the introduction and New just nods in admiration.
That major seems complicated, but he should applaud the man for studying it. Social science is really something New finds interesting, yet boring at the same time because there is never a definite conclusion towards the research topic. In the end, it only depends on how the researchers interpret the data and the conclusion is made based on his feelings and opinions.
So as much as it is interesting to read about it, New always wonders why the course is offered in the first place. It is not science per say, at least in his opinion, but it is still... explorable.
New notices both of the omegas' hairs, "You both have pinks hairs! What's the occasion?"
"It's a couple look! We're making it official." New almost choked on his drink hearing that from Gulf. Official? Couple? What about Mew? And omega-omega couple?
Gulf is laughing really hard at the reaction while Joseph smiles widely. The latter hits Gulf lightly, "Hey, you shouldn't bully the guy like that. He almost choked to death." Earning another set of laughter.
New calms himself down and takes hard and deep breaths to re-control his respiration. After a few minutes he is finally able to breathe easy, "What did P'Mew say about that?"
"Pfttt... what can he say about it? A teardrop and he's all panicky..." Gulf states bemusedly, making New wonders how the omega is okay with treating his Alpha like that. They seem really close, but Gulf does not show that much of respect towards Mew like he thought all omegas do their alphas. Their relationship seems more casual, like best friends, albeit them being mates. "Okay fine. He got all jealous and possessive so he also coloured his hair."
"P'Mew, in pink?"
"No, grey. Cus he's such an uncle." Gulf answers casually, face annoyed and New laughs again at that. Sure, he always thinks Mew has this fatherly aura about him, but uncle? "Okay, fine. Silver 'cus he thought it looks cooler than grey. It's still grey to me though."
"I'd like to see that!" New says between chuckle. He would really love to! Grey-haired Uncle Mew!
"Well you're coming to the games next two weeks, right? I'll make sure he sticks to the colour till then!"
If New was reluctant to go see the basketball match then, he is looking forward for it now. Of course, he is still a bit skeptical about being stuck in a room with all the alphas but Gulf and other omegas will be there, and Inn and Gun too... so hopefully nothing bad will happen.
Hopefully.
Because he really wants to meet his friends. Although he has no clue how to act around them after that incident. But he is desperate, so he will worry about it when the time comes.
★★★
Tay looks around the lecture hall for a good seat. He still knew no one from this major and everyone seems to already be comfortable in their own clique. Some alphas are eyeing him curiously, challenging him to join their group while the beta-only groups do not pay attention to his presence.
After a lot of consideration, he decides to sit with the guy who is staring at the window. He is sitting alone and Tay really cannot be bothered with making friends from this major since he will only be taking this lecture anyways.
Since he is not that busy this term as he has already taken most of the classes he had to take back at his old university, he gets some free time. And since he decided to be the hard-working Tay, he wants to fill his time taking other classes. Just his luck, Advanced Architecture II is right when he is free. And the lecture only requires him to write his thoughts on each session for credits.
It is perfect. He gets to learn about buildings on his free time. It is basically just free credit hours!
Tay takes his seat and decides to say hi. The man waves at him and awkwardly stares at the blackboard with nothing written on it. "Hey, aren't you on the basketball team?"
The half-Thau looks at him and nods, before offering his hand to shake. Tay awkwardly accepts it, "Joong Archen. You are?"
"Tay Tawan. I'm on the medic's basketball team!"
"Really? Cool! So urm... you playing this time?"
"Yup! Guess we're rivals then!" Tay grins excitedly and the other nods shyly before turning his head to face the window again, leaving Tay by himself. The taller one is bored waiting for the appearance of the professor and wants to talk but the other seems to be in his own world. No wonder he is sitting alone. "So, Joong, are you mixed?"
"Yeah man. Half-Thai, half-Dutch." He replies lazily but turns himself to face Tay, who got excited at the word Dutch. He starts to speak in the language, hoping to break the ice, but only gets a wide eyed Joong staring back at him. "What language is that?"
"Hm? It's Dutch! You're half-Dutch right??" Tay returns the stare. Did he just make a fool of himself? He is sure he is speaking that language though, he had been speaking it for the last twelve years and is really fluent.
"Dude, my mom is from America though. I can't speak Dutch." Which leaves Tay flabbergasted. He did just look like an idiot. "But that's so cool! What other language can you speak? German? French?"
"Nope. Well, a little bit of those too but..." Tay rubs the back of his neck and avoids the twinkle on the other's eyes. This conversation is not turning the way he had expected.
"Cool man. Oh hey! You have fangs! That's so cool." Which made Tay close his mouth and smiles at the man. He is very... unique. In a way. In a good way but it is kind of hard to keep up. Tay tries to find something more interesting to talk about. The professor seems really late and he is now stuck with this Joong kid, who somehow manages to expertly change the conversation topic each time he speaks. He has never met anybody like this.
Tay looks around, trying to find something to talk about. He then remembers something he has been very curious about. Something about one particularly beautiful man he had met around the place some nights ago.
The man he met that night... they were near the Architectural and Engineering department. He didn't look like an omega, and he is definitely not a Performing Arts student based on how stiff he was, so he should be one of the other two. He didn't look like a freshman either so this Joong kid may have seen him somewhere. He is someone that is hard to miss though. At least for Tay.
"So Joong, have you ever seen a guy who's really slim and tall, and has this really pale white skin..."
"Slenderman?" Joong interrupts Tay which caught him off-guard.
"Slender who? No! I mean, yeah he's slender but his has these sharp eyes, like a fox, or something like that and very sharp jawline..."
"Something like a vampire? Are we talking about supernatural stuff? I never met any ghosts." Tay gives up and almost face palm himself if not for the professor rushing inside the door and apologizing for being late.
Looks like finding the guy will be harder than he imagined.