#Bobby is also part of their pack but he's very ace and probably also aro and he really really doesn't want anything to do with sex

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for the A/B/O prompts 6 for the OT3,4,+ that you are feeling the most.

Okay but you also prompted 'A/B/O prompts Heat caught them by surprise for the Reggie ship of your choice.' and this combines so well.

Willie was chilling out in the studio when the door slams open. It did that often, because let's be real, his boyfriends were all a little dramatic. But this time there was no fanfare about how they had a new song idea or they found Willie’s favourite KoolAid Burst flavour on sale. This time, Alex carried Reggie inside, making soothing noises, while Reggie clutched at his back, his flushed face pressed in the crook of Alex’ neck.

“Off, off,” Luke waved at Willie frantically, and he hopped up and helped Luke pull out the sofa bed part of the couch. “Sorry, hi babe.”

“Hey,” Willie said, looking between the three. “What’s going on?” Was Reggie sick? He didn’t look too hot. Alex also looked flustered and a little stressed, but that wasn’t particularly unusual for Alex. Luke, for some reason, had the bandana he usually had tied around one belt loop up around his face, like he was about to rob a saloon in an old western.

All three of his boyfriends stared at him, before Luke slapped his hand to his forehead. “You can’t smell him!” he said, and the other two went ‘oooh’ like it was a great revelation.

Oh, Reggie wasn’t sick. He was in heat. Which Willie, as a Beta, couldn’t smell.

Alex carefully sat down on the sofa-bed, because Reggie refused to let go of him. “Reggie’s dad lost his job and with it their insurance,” he explained, and Reggie hid his face back in Alex’ neck. “He’d been trying to stretch his suppressants to last, but clearly that hasn’t worked.”

“Oh, baby, why didn’t you say so?” Willie asked.

“Too expensive,” Reggie whimpered. “I didn’t want to hurt the band fund.”

Oh, man. Between Luke going back to his folks’ house, and therefor back to school, he’d had to quit his job at the diner to catch back up. Which meant the only person actually working was Willie (who may or may not be living in the studio ever since he aged out of the system and his foster dad had unceremoniously kicked him out). And they were saving all the money from gigs and playing the beach mostly to record an album.

“Baby, I would have stolen some for you,” Willie said gently. Alex twitched, but honestly, what other options did they have right now? Heat suppressants were expensive, and yeah, while schools weren’t allowed to count heat absence against someone, they weren’t exactly compelled to help those students with the stuff they missed out on either. That’s why most Omegas were on suppressants during the school year.

Reggie had been, ever since he started showing signs of pre-heat at fourteen. Which meant this was probably his first full-blown heat.  

“Well, it’s too late for that now,” Luke said, pulling down his bandana. Immediately, his nostrils flared, and his face flushed. Oh man, no wonder he’d been covering his nose. His Alpha senses must be going crazy right now, cooped up in a car with an Omega in heat. Speaking of which…

“How the hell did you guys get here, anyway? You didn’t take the bus, did you?”

“We kind of stole Bobby’s car,” Luke said, even as he scooted closer to Reggie, almost transfixed. Whatever Luke’s scent was doing in response to Reggie, it was clearly working, because for the first time, Reggie lifted his face out of Alex’ neck, sniffing.

“Don’t worry, he caught a whiff of Reggie and basically stumbled back, throwing his keys at us,” Alex said. Bobby was a good bro and a great pack mate. But of course his ace ass wanted absolutely nothing to do with any kind of heat.

Slowly, Reggie migrated from Alex’ lap onto Luke’s, pressing his nose against Luke’s neck, nuzzling at his scent glands and making happy little noises.

“What do we do now?” Alex said, a little freaked out.

“I mean,” Luke said, very distracted by the needy Omega in his arms. “Have sex? That’s what you do when someone’s in heat, right?”

“Why is there a question mark at the end of that sentence?” Willie asked, bewildered.

“I was kind of dropped out of school during the time they covered this in sex ed,” Luke admitted.

“My parents wouldn’t sign the permission slip, all I got was ‘if you have sex before you’re married you will go to hell’,” Alex said.

“Skipped class because we had a gig,” Reggie muttered, even as he started rocking against Luke’s thigh a little. Willie could see the damp patch in his jeans start to form.

“Fuck me,” Willie muttered, before realising no. Fuck Reggie. “Okay, in a second, we’re going to help Reggie out of those skinny jeans because if he gets any more slick on them they’re going to be hell to take off.” He realised that as soon as they did, Luke’s brain would probably go offline entirely. “Alex, you’re gonna check if we have enough drinks and snacks to last a few days.”

Alex nodded, grateful for something to do. He rolled off the bed and Reggie whined a little. Willie slid into Alex’ spot, running his hand up and down Reggie’s back. “Reggie, baby, do you want us to stay with you and take care of you?” They’d had sex before, all four of them together, and also in smaller configurations. But heats were something much more personal, more vulnerable. “Or do you want just your Alpha there?”

Luke looked a little panicked at that, but Willie squeezed his shoulder. If Reggie wanted just Luke, he’d talk Luke through the whole thing, and then take Alex and go get them extra supplies. Maybe after a shower and a change of clothes, because Alex probably had Reggie’s heat scent all over him.

Reggie’s hand shot out, grabbing at Willie’s sleeve. “Want all of you,” he said, big eyes teary. “Don’t leave.”

“Of course not,” Willie soothed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Beta pheromones were supposed to be calming, so he hoped that worked. “We’re a pack, right? We’ll do whatever makes you most comfortable.”

“Yeah,” Reggie settled down, and Willie smiled, carefully helping him out of his flannel and tank top. With every layer of clothing removed, Luke looked more flushed, which made Alex look more flustered where he was counting granola bars. He’d have to ask Alex what Luke smelled like, because it was clearly doing something for him, even on suppressants.

By the time Reggie was naked, Luke had also flung his shirt off and was wrestling out of his pants. Alex had rejoined them, a row of granola bars and different drinks placed along the edge of the bed. Willie gave him a kiss, and he relaxed a little.

“Okay, Reggie, you just lie down and relax,” Willie said, his heart giving a little pang when Reggie immediately did, full of trust. God, he loved them all so much. Maybe it wasn’t the most conventional thing in the world, the Beta running the show. But Willie seemed the only one who had any experience with heats, so it would have to do. Besides, their little pack wasn’t particularly conventional anyway.

He just hoped Luke’s stamina would hold out, because there was no way they’d be able to talk Bobby into getting him or Alex a Knot Ring and bringing it to them. Or at least, not without some heavy, heavy bribery.