Good lord, he would honestly rather be back in that lab than be with these freaks.

Although there is one good thing.. it's his sweet omega on his arm, of course. The scent of your skin mixing with the faint smell of weed in the air creates a heady combination that makes his alpha instincts roar to life.

Hughie was in charge of babysitting Ben and you, making sure you don't get into trouble or fuck like animals in heat.. but it looks like neither of you seem to care who's watching with how your hands keep finding each other. As ads play on the mounted tv, Hughie tries to make small talk with Ben, although he's only really met with blunt responses. Soon a particular ad catches Ben's eye.

"Men really wear that?" Ben asks, almost shocked by what he's seeing.

"I- uh yeah, some men do.. mostly dads, dad's do." Hughie fiddles with his hands nervously, sweat beading on his forehead from the tension. Ben tries to say something else but gets cut off by a ringing phone.

Hughie practically jumps up from his spot on the couch and scurries to the bathroom to answer, leaving you and Ben alone in the room.

Ben looks down at you with predatory eyes, a slow grin forming on his face as he snakes a hand down to your ass, grabbing a handful of it and digging his fingers into the soft flesh. His scent overwhelms you - musky, dominant, and undeniably alpha.