Lust
Harry growled at his laptop as the screen went black.
He stabbed at the button to turn it on again and felt a wave of relief as it began to power up correctly. The expensive machine hummed quietly but just as the log-in page appeared, it shut off again. A white light took a few moments longer to die, flashing a few times as if mocking him.
He bared his teeth and snarled at it.
Peter raised an eyebrow, watching the alpha’s frustration over the edge of the couch. The science magazine he was reading had suddenly become very boring in the last ten minutes. Harry’s growing frustration was amusing. He tried to wipe the smirk from his face and pulled himself to his feet.
“You’re acting so huffy.” He teased as he moved over to join the other boy. “Please tell me you’ve got it fully powered or plugged into the wall?”
Provoking Harry for fun was starting to become more natural now. It was like the ice had broken- or perhaps it had simply melted between the two of them over the last couple of weeks.
Harry clenched his jaw and stubbornly refused to reply to his comment. Instead, he turned his head away and stuck his chin into the air.
However, he yelped when Peter gave him an unexpected shove.
“Hey!”
“Move over then. Let me take a look.” The omega tried again and this time successfully coaxed the other out of his seat. He slid into it and turned the laptop around, searching for the plug socket.
“I don’t know why you’re trying. What do you know about computers?” Harry wrinkled his nose as Peter flicked the switch on the wall, then checked the charging port. He didn’t like it but as the omega went back and forth, it really looked like he knew what the problem could be. “What are you doing?”
“It’s the power cable- I think,” Peter explained. “Do you have a spare? I think it might be damaged and your laptop has no charge and every time you power it up it just dies.”
It was running on fumes.
Harry stared hard at the black screen before admitting defeat. He skulked off, his heavy footsteps echoing loudly down the hallway to the home office. Peter could hear him pulling open the wooden drawers and rummaging for what he needed. He returned moments later, holding out an identical-looking cable.
Peter took it from him and swapped them over.
The laptop powered up. The log-in screen came on.
Harry held his breath, expecting the familiar sound of failure. He silently counted to ten and then blew the air back out of his mouth.
“Okay. Wow. It worked.” His shoulders relaxed as though a heavy weight had been lifted from them. He leaned over Peter to try to quickly type the password in but halted when the other grabbed his wrist.
Harry’s gaze instead fell to Peter’s face. Their dark eyes locked and the Osborn heir swore his heart skipped a beat.
“You should probably let it charge for a good hour, and when you come to start it again, boot it up with safe mode on...” Peter explained before another cruel smile twisted onto his face. “…To check that the million times you just nuked the hard drive hasn’t damaged anything.”
Harry snatched his arm back and growled at the mockery.
“You’re an asshole! A stupid genius.”
“That’s an oxymoron.”
“What the fuck is an oxymoron?” The older boy stared at him blankly, a dumbstruck look stretching across his face.
Peter burst into laughter. Yes, Harry was talented at many things but he wasn’t classroom smart. He’d figured that out pretty quickly and it was fun to demonstrate that he was. Sometimes knowing that an omega was more intelligent than them was a hard pill for an alpha to swallow, never mind digest.
Peter liked pushing Harry, mainly because he wanted to see if he would accept him for who he was.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” The hero teased again, this time reaching up to poke the other in the chest. Harry’s cheeks were red and he didn’t know if it was because he was angry or flustered- or maybe it was both.
Peter had never seen an alpha blushing before. It was cute.
Harry crossed his arms and pouted before his lips slowly split into a grin. Then he was chuckling to himself. The laughter grew and his previous grumpy mood evaporated completely. He gazed up at the ceiling as though he was begging some higher power to strike him down where he stood.
Peter was too much for him.
He was too funny, too kind, too competent, too educated, too pretty, too charming.
Too perfect.
“How can you be so clever?” He asked instead when his laughter died down. His question was met with a shrug. The omega’s smile mirrored his own and Harry’s fingers twitched to reach out and stroke his beautiful face. It was moments like this that he yearned to touch him, if only once.
Instead, Harry forced his attention elsewhere.
“You should work for Oscorp.” He said simply. He crossed his arms and held Peter’s gaze. “My father can’t expect you to lounge around all day- and apparently you like science and tech and… fuck, you’re just a little Stark, aren’t you?”
Peter raised an eyebrow at the strange idea. He wouldn’t turn a job down, but first he wanted to make sure Harry wasn’t just offering it with no means to follow through. He chose to ignore the comparison to Tony. It seemed that he was the only omega that society allowed to be smart.
“You think all this because I fixed your laptop?”
The older boy’s eyes wandered back toward the couch and at the discarded magazine that Peter had been eagerly flicking through. It lay abandoned on the coffee table and he’d already seen that it was Science Weekly.
“You like science and tech. Even Dad says you’re brighter than he first realized- and he thinks all omegas are stupid.” That had been a massive revelation coming from Norman. They’d had lunch a few days ago and his father had seemed intrigued, even shaken by Peter’s intelligence.
“He said he likes your confidence.”
Peter pursed his lips, once again a meekness washing over him at the topic of Norman. Talking about him to Harry just felt so taboo. He swallowed and pushed the thoughts of the older alpha from his mind.
“I have something to admit.” Peter shifted the conversation back to the job offer. He needed to make himself seem truly competent enough to take a place in the company. “I actually interned at Oscorp last year. Under Dr. Curtis Connors.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at that information and wondered why he’d hidden it for so long.
“Then maybe we should start looking for vacancies in Dr. Connors’s department?”
-
The white lab coat that Peter wore was a similar length to his robes. Harry worked from his laptop and occasionally glanced up, watching as the younger boy clinked bottles and test tubes together like the cutest mad scientist he’d ever seen.
Peter’s hair was long enough now that it curled gently at the ends. His large doe eyes kept flicking from his test and burning into his. His smile beckoned him.
There was a connection between them. It could no longer be denied.
The alpha licked his lips and stood.
How easy it would be to swipe everything from the surfaces and lay him downon it instead.
He felt in a trance as his feet carried him towards Peter. He’d held off long enough now. They were alone. He could smell him; sopping wet and ready to take.
Peter wanted him. Peter needed him.
The omega tilted his head back and Harry leaned down, claiming his lips with his own. A welcoming purr came from Peter’s throat and Harry slipped his hands between the lab coat and gripped his hips firmly.
The boy’s sweet scent filled the room and Harry wondered if that was why everything seemed so distant and foggy. He was lust drunk.
The alpha kissed lower, nipping at his jaw and neck. He tore at the t-shirt material that covered his collarbones and with a growl, he hoisted him up onto the table.
The bottles and instruments had conveniently disappeared.
And Peter was opening his legs and unfastening his jeans and giving him the sauciest look that Harry had ever seen in his life.
He helped him to remove them, then he was tugging his own down and letting them pool around his ankles where he stood. His length sprang free of his underwear, hard and ready for what it was promised.
Harry grabbed Peter’s hips and pulled him so he was positioned at the end of the table. He could squat down and eat him out like this. He could finger him open until he was a whimpering mess, writhing and begging. He could tease his omega cock, making his hips chase his hand.
He could do anything he wanted.
Peter could be his personal science experiment. He wanted to map all of his body. He wanted to kiss every inch of him and find out what made him moan the loudest- or what made him call his name.
But there was no time for foreplay.
Peter was already dripping and something in Harry’s core drove him to make haste. There was a pressure building and he knew that whatever this moment was, he couldn’t let it go to waste.
He closed his eyes and sank into him, finally allowing themselves to become one.
-
Harry’s eyes flew open and the brightness of the science lab transitioned into disappointing darkness. He was hot and sweaty and his legs were not tangled up in his jeans but in his bedsheets.
And- fuck. He’d knotted. He’d fucking knotted.
He clenched his swelling head in his hands, trying to replicate a hole for it as he came. His seed spilled over his bedsheets and he rutted his hips down towards the mattress, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure hit him.
He growled and tore his teeth into his pillow, wanting it so desperately to be Peter’s neck. His omega. His omega.
His heart hammered, his head swam and his body felt impossibly feather-light.
Gasps escaped his mouth and he gave a frustrated cry at being denied the reality of his dream.
Harry rolled onto his back and he lay there, free arm over his face as he was reluctantly pulled down from his high.
An alpha could never knot for a beta.
He’d only ever been able to bring his body to a knot once in his life- and that had been when he’d stumbled across a dirty omega video online.
But this was different. This wasn’t a video. His brain had sent the signals to his groin in his sleep. It had known he’d been thinking of an omega- and a specific one at that.
Harry was a puppet to his biological desires.
And his biological desires wanted Peter.
He growled at the silence and promised himself that he’d never visit the other in the lab. Not anymore. Being around Peter brought out so many strong emotions, and now Harry was learning that one of them was also lust.
He was making him wild and irrational and he didn’t like it.
And this loss of control was exactly why he’d sworn never to be with an omega.