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Dick had been on his suppressants. He had been on any kind of blockers that made his heats easier to deal with. The blockers were necessary to hide the fact that he was an omega, alongside the patches he wore on his scent glands. He had even meticulously checked the calendar before agreeing to the mission.
Fuck his biology.
He had been requested to tag alongside Superboy and some of the Green Lanterns for a mission in space. They had to find and rescue a lost ship and return its pilots back to Earth.
Project Neptune had lost contact with the crew and the ship seemingly had drifted off course, so they had asked the League for help.
Superboy was assigned per his strength and speed. The Green Lanterns were assigned per space being their jurisdiction. Nightwing was assigned to be the strategist and also to mentor Superboy.
The young alpha was still growing into his role as a hero, but Dick knew Jon would do his best, especially if he was trying to impress Dick. It was rather cute.
So, Dick had planned. Had talked with the Green Lanterns. Had trained with Jon. They boarded their ship after making sure everything worked and that they had everything they needed, a Green Lantern piloted it, another one was looking up routes. They settled in. It was going to be a bit of a drive.
Dick had brought along his patches and his suppressants, putting them away in his quarters. It was enough to last him three months.
Everything went smoothly. They found the ship just in time and Jon and Dick talked with the pilots while the Green Lanterns tied the ship to theirs, to pull it back out of the gravitational force that had made the Project Neptune ship unable to move. The pull had been too strong for the ship’s engine, trapping the pilots in space with no way to contact the crew back on Earth since the gravitational force had somehow fucked up the signals.
It was time to fly the ships back to Earth, so Dick settled in, drafted up his report and slowly drifted off to sleep.
He hadn’t foreseen waking up with cramps and the needling urge to built a nest.
No. Why? Why now?
He whimpered into his pillow.
He had taken his suppressants. There had been no sign of his pre-heat arriving, it shouldn’t have arrived yet. He had checked the calendar. This was sudden. Way too early. Scary. Dick was on a space ship, still a week away from arriving back on Earth. The Bats designations were a secret and the majority on board the ship weren’t at all aware of Dick’s identity to know that he was an omega.
Shit.
At least he had his own quarters, plus the door only opened with a certain clearance. The clearance being ‘knowing about his identity’. He could make do like this. He had to.
He had abysmal material to build a nest with and no heat aid toys. His fingers would definitely ache after this was over.
The room smelled starkly of his pheromones since his patches were drenched and the scent had leaked through. Dick keened.
He unzipped his suit, feeling the damp patch between his legs stick to his thighs as he shimmied the material down. His face burned as slick gushed out him, wetting the blanket beneath him.
His scent glands itched and Dick rubbed at them, hissing at the feeling. He wanted his pack. His pack’s smell, their presence. Anything to lessen the stench of his lonesome self in the misery of heat.
He twisted in his nest, thighs shaking as his cock rubbed against the damp blanket. The omega spread his legs to shove his hand between them and spread apart his folds, teasing his fingers against his opening.
Orgasms eased the cramping and would make his pheromones smell less like misery. So he set to work, sliding his fingers into himself slowly but surely.
He moaned, sliding his fingers in deeper and raising his hips up for a better angle.
Then his door opened.
Dick didn’t show up for training or dinner. Not even for the scheduled meeting with the team. So of course Jon had been confused. Then worried. He waited for a bit, but still nobody had seen Dick since he yesterday retreated into his quarters to work on the report when Jon asked the others for Dick’s whereabouts.
Jon knew the Bats pretty well he’d say so himself, so he decided to check Dick’s quarters, hoping that everything was fine with him.
He put the code in so the door to his room would open. Neat tech, honestly. He bounced on his feet, humming as he waited for the mechanism to click.
Maybe everything was fine. Maybe Dick had just overslept and Jon would accidentally wake him up with this visit. Jon grimaced. That would be awkward.
The door slid open and his pupils dilated as he smelled it.
Smelled him.
He practically stumbled into the room and the door locked behind him, trapping him with this sweet smell.
And a sight straight from his fantasies. He blinked, mouth dry as he made wide eyed eye contact with the omega on the bed, who had his fingers buried inside his hole.
Jon made a choked noise, trying to pry his eyes away from the sight.
“Oh my God! I’m sorry, Dick. I—“, He stammered, feeling his mouth water at the sight. There was a fog settling over him, urging him to get closer to the omega.
To touch. To smell. To mate.
He shook his head. No! That wasn’t right. Dick was his mentor! His best friend’s big brother!
Dick cursed and Jon curled into himself. He should go. He heard squelches as Dick tried to sit up, fingers slipping out.
He should really go.
So why wasn’t he?
He swallowed.
“I-It’s alright, Jon.”, Dick told him, voice shaking. Why the hell did he sound so good? What was wrong with Jon? “I just… Well you can see.”
“You’re in heat?”, Jon responded in a meek tone.
“Annoyingly.”, Dick huffed. “I checked my calendar. I wasn’t supposed to have one yet. It came way too early. My suppressants weren’t much of a help.”
Jon licked his lips. “That’s… That’s awful.”, He could feel his cock pressing against his suit, tenting it, all fired up from the scent and sight. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
Dick stilled. Jon pressed a hand to his bulge, hoping the pressure would lessen the urge to get into Dick’s nest and just take him.
He had self-control, damn it! He would control himself.
Dick made a questioning noise. “Jon?”
Jon covered his nose and met Dick’s eyes again. The omega blinked.
Then he moved, straddling the omega and leaning in close to breathe in Dick’s scent.
Dick yelped, hands flying up to press against Jon’s chest.
“W-What are you doing—ngh—“, Dick gasped. His hips rutted down as Jon slotted a thigh between Dick’s legs, feeling the slick soak the material of his suit.
He had heard omegas got real wet during heats, but it was another thing to see it happening in actuality.
It was extremely erotic.
“I’m sorry Dick.”, Jon apologized. “You just smell so…”, He trailed off with a whimper, pressing his face closer against Dick’s neck. He lapped at the skin, tasting the sweetness of this omega. It was additive.
Dick cursed, then whined. He clutched Jon tightly as the knee between his legs, the tongue against his neck and the scent of a young alpha brought him over the edge.
Jon nuzzled close, feeling the omega shudder against him. He pumped out happy alpha pheromones. Eager and needy, hoping to help the omega with his heat. Pretty please?
Dick slumped into the nest. “Okay.”, He breathed. “Okay…”
He tilted his head to expose more of his neck. “Be gentle.”, He advised.
Jon took the permission for what it was. His hands moved over the omega’s body, exploring it and teasing pretty reactions out of Dick whenever he brushed over a sensitive spot.
He lapped at Dick’s scent glands, hands moving down to tug at Dick’s cock, feeling his own pulsate with want.
He paused and looked up at Dick. “Can I…?”
Dick’s breath hitched. He nodded. “You’re doing okay.”
Jon squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m not. I’m sorry.” For this.
Dick shook his head, hands moving up to pet Jon’s head. “You’re in a frenzy. But that’s okay. We can deal with it. Yeah, Jon?”
Jon shuddered. He quickly unzipped his suit and pulled it down, exposing his weeping cock.
Dick moaned as he rubbed it against his folds, slowly sliding it in with Dick’s introductions, feeling him pull at his hair if he moved too fast.
He eventually bottomed out, inhaling deeply.
“Move, alpha.”
Jon groaned at the command and began moving, clutching Dick’s hips tightly, bruising them in his grip as he made Dick moan and clench around his cock.
The omega came with a shout, slick gushing out of him and his cock spurting cum on his stomach.
Jon could feel his knot slowly inflating, pulling at the entrance of Dick’s hole.
Dick thrilled, hips rolling down and Jon’s knot popped, locking them together as he came.
He held Dick close, feeling the omega scent him and purr.
They went another round. And another. They barely had any pauses in between fucking to eat and drink, which Jon quickly retrieved from the canteen if he heard his omega’s stomach grumbling.
Thank God for super-speed. And soundproof space ship walls.
Eventually Dick’s heat came to an end, being knotted helped shorten and easing it tremendously. Even if he hadn’t expected to be knotted at all considering where he was and who he was with.
Damn his biology for making him have a heat in the middle of a mission, while stuck in space. His body loved to betray him.
He did an inventory of himself, feeling how sore his limbs were. He took a look down at the bruises painting his skin. Jon had held himself back a lot. Nothing was broken. Good. That was something at least. He was hungry, but he didn’t want to leave his nest yet.
When Jon came to himself shortly after Dick did, he stiffened up and pushed himself away, blushing madly at the sight the two of them made. He apologized for his behavior and hoped Dick was okay after Jon pretty much made him see stars for like three days straight. The teenager had been one of his better heat partners, which was rather sad to admit.
(“I’m so so so sorry, Dick! I didn’t mean—“, Jon pleaded and kept his eyes closed so he could give Dick some sort of modesty after taking it away so abruptly.
Dick chuckled softly. “Yeah. You were apologizing while necking me. I think I remember. It’s alright. I know my heat scent played a big part in this.”
Jon slowly opened his eyes and pouted. “I’m sorry still.”
Dick swiped a wrist over Jon’s neck. “I’m alright. Still.”, He teased. “Thanks to you.”
Jon blushed.)
Dick had waved him off, smiling fondly. For all its unexpectedness it had helped Dick burn through his heat in a much more pleasant manner than if he had only used his fingers.
He did add resisting omega’s heat scents on Jon’s training schedule. The young alpha hadn’t lasted long before pouncing on Dick after all.