#benlon lemon

[eddieeatsass]

8 & 28 either Benlon or Sinzier ♥

ABO + Wearing the Other’s Clothes from this prompt list

I went with Benlon/Hanslon (whatever you wanna call them) because I love writing for these two soft boys who get grossly overlooked by the fandom. They! Deserve! Attention!

In this world there are three types of people: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Those who are lucky enough to present as Alphas will have an easier time in life, viewed by society as superior. If you present as a Beta, you’re expected to have a regular life, one of free-will, which will give you an upper-hand when navigating the world. Lastly, there are Omegas. Omegas are naturally at a great disadvantage due to their nature. If they are able to find, and bond with the right person early on, they have a higher chance of succeeding in life. But if not, they can lose years to their heats; overcome with hormones too overwhelming to focus on much else.

Mike Hanlon presented a bit earlier than the rest of his friends. He’d always been fiercely protective, going as far as to challenge Alphas when they got too handsy with his friends. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Mike himself presented as an Alpha on his 13th birthday.

Ben Hanscom, on the other hand, presented late. It wasn’t until well into his 16th year that he began feeling the tell-tale signs of something new tingling just under the surface. A few days later, he was showing up to school, an already shy, quiet kid, who was now branded as an Omega.

Mike and Ben first getting together was a fluke. The losers had gone to a college party that they were unaware would be filled with mostly Alphas. The ambush of hormones set off all the Omegas in the group, but the difference was that Eddie and Stan both had Alphas to take care of them, and Ben did not. The party wasn’t a safe place for an Omega who’d been thrown into heat and had no Alpha to cling to, so Mike took the responsibility of getting him home safe. Looking back, they probably should have expected things to end the way they did, but Mike thought he’d be able to hold out. He couldn’t.

What followed were weeks of avoidance, awkward eye contact, and declined calls on both ends. It wasn’t until Ben’s heat came around a month later, and he showed up at Mike’s door sweating, and nervous, and so so desperate, that they realized they had to talk.

Mike took Ben out on their first real date a week later, and they recognized very quickly just how strong their bond was. They could try and break it, but why go through all that when things were actually starting to get good? Once they managed to get past the initial awkwardness of fucking their best friend, their feelings began flourishing at an exponential rate.

They moved in together a year later, deciding it would be easier to get through their heats and ruts if they lived together, rather than disturbing their roommates every month. They’d found an apartment in a tiny house, cute and quaint, to settle themselves down in, and that’s where they’d been for the last three years.

“Mikeeeee.” Ben whined from across the room where he was sitting in his nest. He’d made it earlier that day, hauling over clothes from their closet and the few items he had from the losers to make a soft, safe space to rest. The scent of everyone he loved grounded him whenever his brain started to get foggy, and helped him to feel safe when his anxiety started to spike over not being mated.

Mike crossed the room in seconds, crouching down in front of his Omega and grasping his face between tender hands.

“What is it baby? What do you need?” There was a hint of stress in Mike’s voice, but he schooled it enough to keep Ben calm. It always hurt him to see his boyfriend in pain, and it hurt him even more that he couldn’t do much to help until the heat actually started, but he knew that if he got worked up it wouldn’t help either of them, so he kept his cool even as his heart clenched.

“It hurts.” Ben pouted, pointing to his abdomen. He’d been having cramps for the past few hours, a normal part of his body preparing for heat. Soon, the cramps would become unbearable, soothed only by Mike’s knot, but for now there wasn’t much that would ease the pain.

“Do you want to try a heating pad? Or a hot bath?” Mike offered, petting stray hairs away from Ben’s forehead.

Ben just shook his head in response, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Mike’s shoulder, letting his scent calm him. He began rubbing against Mike’s neck, scenting him in earnest.

“Want you.” Ben murmured, his skin already hot from the mere closeness of his Alpha.

“You have to rest, Ben. The next few days are going to be hard on your body.” Mike hated turning him down, especially when he was in this state, but he didn’t want to make the mistake of tiring Ben out before his heat had even fully started.

“Doesn’t need to be rough… just want to feel you.” Ben looked up at Mike with those puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t refuse. With a sigh, Mike stood up, extending his hand to help Ben to his feet. His legs were a bit wobbly but he followed Mike out to their living room couch without complaint.

“No funny business, okay?” Mike said sternly, using his Alpha tone to make sure Ben knew he was serious.

Ben nodded sincerely, a twinkle in his eyes. He rid himself of his boxers, the only thing he’d been wearing after his fever had spiked his internal temperature, and clambered into Mike’s lap.

It only took a few minutes for Ben to get Mike to full hardness, and then he was eagerly slipping on to him, letting his slick ease the stretch from Mike’s cock.

Ben let out a shaky breath once he was filled to the hilt, Mike’s knot the only part not within him. His instincts made it hard not to feel empty without it, incomplete when he wasn’t knotted, but he was still of sound enough mind to push those thoughts away as he nuzzled back into Mike’s neck, seeking that scent gland just below his ear.

Mike turned on the TV, throwing on something as background noise but focusing on rubbing Ben’s back; small circles with the tips of his fingers, nails grazing lightly and creating goosebumps along the skin. Every few minutes when Ben would whimper (which was a heart-breaking but common symptom of his oncoming heat), Mike would press a kiss to his temple.

They kept on like that for twenty minutes until Ben began to shiver, his fever having taken a turn and frosting over his limbs with imaginary ice. Mike noticed the shake under his hand and immediately jumped into action.

“Oh baby, you didn’t tell me your fever was getting worse.” Mike began pulling off his flannel, trying not to jostle Ben too much in the process.

“Didn’t want you to move me.” Ben chattered through his teeth.

Mike wrapped his flannel around Ben’s shoulders, pulling him close by the collar.

“What do you say I run us a bath, and we can resume this position in there?” Mike asked soothingly.

“Promise?” Ben whimpered.

“Promise.” Mike responded, pulling Ben in for a reassuring kiss.