OmegaNotFound (DreamxGeorgenotfound)

CHAPTER TEN (NSFW)

3rd Person-

When Clay woke up, he found himself still on George's couch, surrounded by what seemed to be 10 fluffy blankets.

What the fuck happened? Did I fall asleep?  Clay thought to himself.

He groaned and pushed himself up to a sitting position and glanced around groggily, looking for his omegan best friend.

Clay guessed he and George had both fallen asleep during their movie binging. They were on their 3rd movie, and Clay didn't remember the ending.

Clay had already been exhausted from the flight, so movies and some warm blankets had put him right to sleep.

Clay glanced around again, trying to figure out where George had gone.

"George?"

He was nowhere to be found. He had probably returned to his room at some point, Clay thought to himself.

Clay quickly glanced at the time on the TV screen and was confused slightly, why had he awoken at such an odd time? 2AM of all times?

Clay yawned and flopped back down onto the plush couch, and then suddenly gasped, realizing why he had woken up.

What's that smell? Clay thought to himself.

He quickly got up, stumbling a bit, and looked around.

It smells so.. sweet. I want it..

Clay just had to know what that smell was. It was calling to him, begging him to find the source.

He first went to the kitchen, thinking maybe something was baking, even though he knew it was not likely at this hour.

The sweet aroma in the air was not caused by baking, but instead caused by a little omega a few doors down. But, Clay didn't know that.

He had only ever been with female omegas, who had a sweeter smell, similar to that of candy.

Male omegas were quite rare, which is why Clay was at a complete loss as to what the wonderful smell was.

Male omegas in heat smelled like absolute heaven. Their scents were more mellow than females, and smelled less sweet. Not as overwhelming.

Clay continued looking around George's apartment before he found a place the smell was the strongest, right outside of George's bedroom.

Clay's mouth watered as he approached the door, and he gulped as he heard ragged pants coming from inside the room.

It suddenly all clicked in his head, his precious omega friend was in heat.

Should I disturb him?

Clay gently knocked on the door and heard a yelp from the inside, "Y-yes?" George yelled through the door, slightly out a breath.

He had been trying to keep quiet, but he guessed his smell woke Clay up. Fuck.

"Are.. you okay George?" Clay asked softly, trying to keep his mind out of the haze George's scent was putting him in.

"N-no.. I'm sorry C-Clay.. You should p-probably lea-"

Clay gritted his teeth, "I can help George.. if you would like.."

George was inclined to just simply agree, but the rational part of his brain thought his scent was messing with Clay's mind.

"M-my scent is making you think weird.. Just go hom-"

"Please let me help George, I.." Clay paused and rested his forehead on the door, "I really like you George, I have for awhile, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you soo-"