The Beta Is His Omega

Dreams and Reality (4)

By the time the librarian came back, it was well past five in the afternoon. Rhys had anticipated the elderly man’s return, so he had stopped Ren’s tutoring session minutes prior, and the two young men were now pretending to look through shelves on opposite sides of the large library.

Ren had been torn between regret and relief after Rhys checked the time on his phone and stood up. Still standing beside Ren and facing him, he had explained that the staff meeting should be ending soon. And as he spoke, he was stretching like the big cat that he was. 

That resulted in the hem of both his unbuttoned uniform and undershirt lifting slightly, revealing a peek at his V-cut abs, which were also known—quite temptingly—as s*x lines.

Upon catching a close-up glimpse of them, as well as at the line of darker-colored hair in the middle that led down Rhys’ pants, Ren gulped before self-consciously looking away. 

Luckily, that quick glimpse had been enough to burn the sight into his memory. And once there was a safe enough distance between him and Rhys, Ren allowed his thoughts to run wild.

He recalled the sensation of Rhys’ body heat as they sat oh-so-close to each other, then he imagined what it would feel like to run first his hands, then his lips and tongue over those hard muscles he had caught a glimpse of. His own body heated up so much in response to his thoughts that he sweated a little. 

But when he felt his lower half also beginning to respond enthusiastically, he pulled himself together. It would be bad if he got caught feeling so aroused, so he had to stop his imaginings and put effort into controlling himself. 

After undoing the top two buttons of his uniform, he lifted the hem of his own clothes and allowed the cold library air to cool his body down.

However, he wasn’t having much success at either of what he was trying to do. His mind kept “going there,” and all that the cold air was doing to his body was to also make his n*pples go hard.

“s**t, I’m screwed,” Ren said under his breath while leaning his forehead against a bookshelf and peeking down at himself. He was now fully and quite noticeably erect.

Never in his life had Ren thought he would ever find himself in such an awkward situation. After checking through the gaps in the nearby shelves to make sure that Rhys continued to be nowhere near him, he wondered in absolute shame if he should try to get away with rubbing one out, right here and right now.

But much to Ren’s horror, the librarian chose this moment to return. 

“Boys?” the elderly man then called, obviously wanting Ren and Rhys to approach him.

‘Fuuuuuck,’ Ren thought in panic. Even the sudden stress wasn’t enough to make him go soft. 

The librarian called again, “Boys, I need you both to come here.” 

Catching the sound of footsteps, Ren knew that Rhys had already left the farther side of the library and was on his way to the counter where the librarian must be.

He was now completely out of other options. All he could do was to shame-facedly reach inside his pants for his erection and tuck the tip under his belt. This way, at the very least, there wouldn’t be such a conspicuous bulge in his crotch.

He could feel his face burning while he tried to get his rapidly beating heart to calm down. Taking deep and slow breaths as he began to head to the counter as well, he thought, ‘You did this to yourself, Ren Ashford, so suck it up and face the damn consequences.’

When he emerged from the aisle he was in, Ren immediately saw that Rhys was already facing the librarian at the counter and had his back to him.

He was just about to heave a silent sigh of relief at this when, all of a sudden, Rhys turned his head towards him. 

The unexpected meeting of their gazes made Ren pause in his tracks for a moment before he quickly looked away. Feeling even more paranoid now, he wondered if Rhys’ sharper alpha senses could somehow detect the scent of the pre-c*m that he had just been leaking out.

He tried his best to stop his face from heating up any further, but his tough attitude from earlier was gone when he thought in defeat, ‘Someone, please, just kill me.’

…

Once Ren was also in front of him, the elderly librarian asked, “Is everything all right, Mr. Ashford? You seem a little flushed.”

Blessedly, aside from the slight color on his face, Ren looked otherwise composed. He answered in a calm tone, “I’m fine, Sir. It was just a bit hot where I was searching just now.”

“It is?” said the librarian, suddenly looking far more concerned. “That can’t be good,” he muttered while reaching for the air-conditioning system’s remote control, intending to lower the temperature by a couple more degrees.

Understanding that his concern was for the books in this library and not for him, Ren quirked up his lips slightly in a dry smile. He hoped at least that the lower temperature could help calm his junior down.

Once done with this task, the librarian turned his attention to the two young men again and went straight to the point. 

“I want you two to know that I do not fully agree with this punishment,” he told them gravely. “This is my library, and I have already conducted several thorough searches. All the other ‘missing’ books have already been found or tracked down. That manuscript is the only one still unaccounted for." 

After a pause, he sighed. “The only factor that made me hold my protest is my advancing age. It is highly possible that I have started to lose my touch and that that manuscript is indeed here to be found. If that is the case, then I have little choice but to accept the assistance of two pairs of eyes, ones that are young and fresh. Of course, should that manuscript be found here, the school will take everything into consideration and make amends where necessary. I hope I am making my meaning clear on that point.”

Though the librarian met both younger men’s eyes as he spoke, his gaze lingered a little longer on Ren when he said those last lines. 

Whether or not the librarian also thought Ren was the guilty party here, he was at least fair-minded enough to tell the younger man indirectly: as long as things ended on a happy note, regardless of what the truth was, this matter would not be pursued any further. And whatever damage Ren might incur down the line, the school would compensate him for it accordingly.

Once he saw that both students seemed to have understood him, the librarian continued, “For today, I will now be closing the library and you two can go home. But from tomorrow on, you can stay and search until after nightfall. I’ll lend you a copy of the keys so you can lock up when you’re done for the day.”

After indicating that they understood him, Ren and Rhys were dismissed. Ren maintained an unhurried pace as, still avoiding eye contact with Rhys, he went to retrieve his bag from where they were sitting earlier.

He had hoped that with his slowness, the other guy wouldn’t want to bother waiting for him and would go on ahead. Indeed, Ren soon heard the library door opening and closing as someone left. 

As he knew it could only have been Rhys, his relief won against his regret. His face might no longer be flushed, but inside his pants, his young and energetic d*ck was still as hard as a rock. 

It was freaking hurting already—he seriously needed to rush to the nearest men’s room and let it all out.

But of course, with the way everything else had been going thus far, things wouldn’t go smoothly this time either.

…

The moment Ren urgently pushed open the library door, he nearly jumped out of his skin. 

The first thing he saw before he could even step out was Rhys, who was leaning leisurely against the corridor railing across the door, obviously waiting for him.

Ren couldn’t hope to hide his dismay and dread this time around, but at the very least, he only thought and didn’t scream out, ‘Fuuuuuck!!!’

As he continued to step out of the library more sedately, he cleared his throat and tried to compose his expression. However, it was too late. Rhys had already clearly noted his reaction upon seeing him.

Rhys’ expression was similarly composed and blank when he asked, “Do you have a Bluetooth earpiece?”

Ren frowned in confusion at the question, but he answered, “No. Just regular earphones.”

Rhys nodded and stepped away from the railing. “I’ll lend you one tomorrow,” he said. 

Perhaps to retrieve his own bag since he didn’t have one with him, he then began walking in the direction of the senior classrooms, leaving behind Ren, who was still baffled.

‘Okay, but… what for?’

Alas, he couldn’t take the time right now to ask. Really, truly unable to hold it in anymore, he just about booked it to the nearest restroom opposite of where Rhys had headed. 

And as soon as he reached and locked a stall, he dropped his bag, his pants, and then his pride as he wrapped his hand around his hard length. 

Now in a place where he could freely do it, Ren then closed his eyes and continued his imaginings. 

‘F*ck,’ he thought as that image from earlier surfaced in his mind again. ‘The things I would do if I ever got my hands on that…’

Allowing his imagination to run wild, Ren gulped and began pleasuring himself.