Page 26 of Fresh Ice
Levy shrugged, fiddling with his glass of water. “Yeah, it’s whatever.” He shot Alonso a look. “I guess you can’t really do that, huh? Or, I mean…are you attracted to Omegas?”
Alonso cursed himself for starting the conversation—he couldn’t exactly stop it now. “No, not really. I mean, I’ve slept with a few of them and it was fine.”
Levy stared at him. “Oh. But, like…Alphas?”
Alonso could feel himself blush, but the alcohol was doing its job and loosening his inhibitions. He had never talked about this with anybody before, and it was oddly freeing. “Yeah, a couple of times, but I had to pretend I was an Alpha.”
“Wait…how couldn’t they tell that you were, you know…?”
“Getting wet?” Alonso dared to say.
Even with his dark skin, Levy’s blush was obvious. “Yeah.”
“I took something so that I wouldn’t produce slick. It’s kinda similar to what I take to not smell like an Omega—it changes the composition of some hormones or something and neutralises them.”
“Ooooh. That’s how you smell different from when you were in, you know. Heat.”
“Yeah. I smell a little like Alpha, but there are no actual Alpha pheromones.”
“Okay. But how didn’t the Alphas notice you don’t have a, you know, knot sack?”
“Uhm…we weren’t facing each other. Or on a bed.”
“Oh. And was that…fun?”
Alonso shrugged. “Not really.”
Alonso had planned it all out just to see what it was like. Had chosen a bar when he was on holiday and convinced an Alpha to fuck him in the bathroom. He’d been lucky he’d prepared himself earlier with how the stranger had just shoved in.
It hadn’t been great, but he’d still tried one more time, just in case.
If anything, the second time was worse.
Levy was wearing that concerned frown Alonso had become way too used to. “Dude. That sounds shady as fuck. You gotta, you know, find somebody you actually like to do that with.”
“Come on, Levy. Not everything can be so romantic.”
“It’s not about being a romantic. It’s about not doing that with some asshole Alpha who doesn’t even care enough to notice your dick.”
“That can’t happen. Even if I trust the person then, they could go to the media after we broke up. It’s just not worth it.”
Levy chewed on his lip for a while. “That sounds lonely,” he said eventually, his voice hushed.
Alonso stared at his hands. “I don’t have another option. I mean, if you find a perfect Alpha out there I can trust, let me know,” Alonso joked.
A strange expression crossed Levy’s face, but all he did was shake his head.
Alonso leaned his head back, suddenly tired. “It’s fine, Levy. Hockey’s worth it.”
It had to be.
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There was something about road trips that allowed Alonso to think things through in new ways. Maybe it was all the time spent in planes and buses, or the removal of familiar environments, but he could feel new pathways carved into his mind where he could wander.
Almost as soon as it happened, Alonso had locked away the memories of those encounters with Alphas in dirty bathrooms. He’d been seventeen and had known he was doing something stupid but was unable to stop himself from trying.
Thinking about it now, he could admit that he hadn’t expected it to go well. It was almost as if he had been searching for a confirmation that sleeping with Alphas was not something he was missing out on. He had given his body what little it deserved—an anonymous encounter to fulfil his weak, unwelcome Omega needs.
