Yeah, it wasn't an absolutely necessary act.
Greyson thought as he drove his car home. It hasn't been long enough for pheromones to build up. I can just skip a few months.
He realized for the first time that having sex when there was such a lack of interest was torture. He recalled Keith from long ago, who had said, "I'm sick of sex." Keith, who had said he only did it because he would go crazy or suffer brain damage if pheromones built up, was already married with two children.
Moreover, despite his promiscuous life before marriage, he was now meticulously maintaining trust and faith in his partner. At first, everyone had said he would stop eventually, but as it continued unchanged for 1, 2, several years, the talk gradually changed, and now they were saying, what kind of partner does that man have that he's still so deeply in love after several years, unable to come to his senses?
But Greyson thought differently. The reason 'that' promiscuous Keith Pitman had demurely transformed as if he had never been that way was clearly because his partner, Yeonwoo, was his one and only destiny in life. Keith had always mocked Greyson for believing in destiny, but in reality, he had practically demonstrated it himself. And now Keith would probably admit that his previously promiscuous private life had been wandering only to meet Yeonwoo. Despite having mocked Greyson like that.
He was already saying he had sex out of a sense of duty before, so now he must be very comfortable not having to forcibly attend pheromone parties.
He sarcastically increased his speed. He suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten the fact that he had become a firefighter to find his destined someone.
<You impotent bastard!>
Suddenly, Frankie's shout came back to life. He frowned and looked down at one of his thighs. As expected, it remained quiet. The idea that he had become impotent was nonsense. After all, he had slept with women without any problems just a few weeks ago.
"Damn it."
He cursed and hit the steering wheel. It's probably just a slump. Greyson tried to think lightly and move on. It was just a minor happening. Once he found his partner, Greyson, like Keith, would stop this meaningless excretion, and everything would return to normal.
He thought.
Yes, just as soon as I find them.
While making the pessimistic prediction that perhaps this thing wouldn't respond until he found that partner.
***
...was that bullshit?
Greyson blankly stared at the back of the man who was climbing a ladder to place a birdhouse.
"Hey, Dane! Wait, I think it needs to go more to the right?"
Ezra, who was standing a few steps away from Greyson, shouted. Dane clicked his tongue briefly and moved the birdhouse to the right.
"Is this good?"
"More, more!"
When Ezra shouted, Dane grumbled softly but moved the birdhouse further to the right as instructed.
"Good, that's it!"
When Ezra said this, another guy approached and muttered while stroking his chin.
"Didn't it go too far?"
"Shh, be quiet. Dane might throw that birdhouse at your head."
Ignoring the whispered voices, Greyson watched Dane. The handsome man with red hair was wearing a firefighter t-shirt and uniform pants, fixing the birdhouse to the tree.
Each time he moved his arms, his shirt, pressed by the suspenders, pulled, revealing the muscles of his back. Each time, Greyson unconsciously held his breath. Below the broad shoulders and narrow waist, he was wearing those damn loose uniform pants, which, due to their nature, required suspenders to prevent them from falling down. Thanks to this, the firmly secured pants were so baggy that no lines could be seen at all, yet Greyson kept letting his gaze wander to his buttocks.
"Unbelievable."
Greyson muttered softly. Here I am standing here, absurdly staring at a man's back.
"Hey, Miller."
Ezra, who had been watching Dane from the side, turned to Greyson unconsciously and was startled. His gaze was fixed on one of Greyson's thighs. Greyson knew it too. Because he could feel it by the weight, without having to check with his eyes.
Damn, am I getting an erection right now?
"Uh, well, I don't think I'm seeing wrong..."
Ezra continued to try to say something. Damn it, shut that mouth! Greyson wanted to shout, but he was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even sigh. Getting excited looking at the back of a man wearing that baggy uniform. Yesterday, he had no reaction at all while holding a half-naked Omega covered in pheromones, and now, could this damn Virginia be going crazy?
Absurdly, he often called his penis Virginia. Despite being so worn out, how dare it, not knowing its place.
If others knew, they would treat Greyson like a madman, but of course, he didn't care about that at all. Because right now, his Virginia was swelling up, crying out in pain.
Thud, the dull sound of the hammer hitting again felt as if it had struck Virginia. With that, it had now expanded to its limit. Imagining the buttocks hidden inside the baggy uniform, he could no longer endure.
Greyson hurriedly left his spot and almost ran to the bathroom. Damn it, he couldn't even run because of his aroused Virginia. Barely making it to a private stall in the bathroom with that heavy thing, he immediately lowered his pants zipper and took out his penis. As if it had been waiting, the thing that raised its head was already wet at the tip.
"Fuck."
Greyson cursed as he quickly stroked his penis. The sensation of it filling his large hand showed that ejaculation wasn't far off.
"Ha, haa, ha."
Along with his rapid breathing, he repeatedly moved his hand busily. Veins bulged on the thick shaft. As he rubbed it repeatedly, one imagination filled his mind. He wanted to tear off the suspenders, pull down the pants, and directly see the buttocks inside. Would they be soft? Firm? What about the hole inside? Could this fit in? Since that guy was a Beta, he wouldn't get wet. What if he applied gel and rubbed the hole? No, that wouldn't do. He should melt it by licking with his tongue. Lick deep inside, and then push this into the gaping hole all at once...
"Haaaa..."
With a long moan, splat, semen shot out. In a dazed state, Greyson habitually stroked his penis to expel the remaining semen several times.
And it was a few minutes later when he realized that he had masturbated and even ejaculated to the thought of Dane Striker's buttocks, which he hadn't even seen directly, but merely imagined.
***
Does this make any sense?
Greyson glared at Dane with a serious face, arms crossed. Dane, sitting in a chair some distance away, was checking his personal equipment and chatting with other guys.
"So yesterday my daughter..."
"The new bike I bought..."
"My grandfather told me that day..."
The conversations continued haphazardly, but Dane only responded occasionally without saying much. Come to think of it, he seemed to be the type who didn't talk much overall. Would he have as many secrets?
Greyson, leaning against the wall, stared at him and chewed over the thought he had already recalled several times. Me doing that because of that bastard.
"...Ha, damn it."
He cursed softly. He couldn't believe it at all. That thing, which had no reaction the day before, suddenly, and for a man who was just hammering nails into a tree, moreover Dane Striker's, and even more his back view, had become erect, and then in the bathroom, furthermore imagining the buttocks hidden in those baggy pants, shockingly, alone, he had even ejaculated.
He couldn't help but be horrified at each word, each phrase. Me? This Greyson Miller? Looking at what part of that bastard? Why? And out of nowhere?
Unable to contain his bewilderment, he rubbed his face with one hand. All of this was just confusing. He couldn't understand why this was happening. Dane Striker was a completely different type from the partners Greyson had known, or played with, until now. He had never been interested in that type before, so why was this happening?
Yesterday he couldn't get an erection, and now he was absurdly excited and even ejaculated. There was only one answer to this incomprehensible situation.
Am I really going crazy because of pheromones? Like my father?
What? Who? Naomi Parker?"
"Fuck, move, get your head out of the way! Where? Where is she?"
"Damn, she's killing it! That's insane, is that even human?"
"Naomi, Naomi!"
"Naomi! I love you!"
Naomi smiled and waved at the cheers of the firefighters who had rushed down, competing to be first. With that, the cheers doubled.
Wilkins, deliberately ignoring the unseemly behavior of his subordinates, approached her and greeted her first.
"Hello, Ms. Parker. What brings you here? Is there a filming scheduled?"
Though he hadn't received any prior official request for cooperation, he was ready to gladly accommodate if Naomi asked. Of course, the chief's opinion might differ, but wouldn't it be possible to persuade him anyway? After all, it was none other than Naomi Parker, the acclaimed actress who had won an Academy Award for Best Actress.
She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed elegantly, "Hoho."
"No, nothing like that. I came to see a friend, but I'm not sure if I'm being a bother."
"A friend?"
"A friend? In our station?"
"Who? Who is it?"
"Is it you? No way, is it you?"
"Is it me? Really me?"
"I'm Naomi's friend from today!"
"What? Then I'm from yesterday!"
"I've been since birth!"
Men shouted nonsense from all around, causing an uproar. As if accustomed to such commotion, Naomi didn't lose her smile and nodded toward Wilkins.
"Yes, I'm not sure if it's okay since he hasn't been working here for long..."
"Please tell us. We'll find him for you."
While readily answering, Wilkins hurriedly recalled the faces of the employees in his mind. If it was an employee who hadn't been working for long, it could be a temporary worker or an assistant firefighter...
As he was diligently searching his memory, Naomi said with a bright smile.
"Thank you, then could you call Greyson Miller for me?"
At those words, the voices chanting Naomi's name from all around hesitated and subsided. Wilkins also blinked in surprise and stammered.
"Wh-who... who did you say? Miller?"
When Wilkins asked for confirmation at the unexpected name, Naomi nodded and answered.
"Yes, that's right. Greyson Miller. He's here, isn't he?"
"Ah, yes. Th-that's right. Greyson Miller, he's here."
Quite flustered, Wilkins repeated Naomi's words and even stammered. He fumbled and hurriedly looked back.
"Hey, you. Find Miller, quickly!"
"Uh, ah, yes. Understood."
The man ran off as soon as he answered. When he returned a moment later, he wasn't alone.
"Naomi?"
Turning at the voice from behind, Naomi discovered Greyson Miller standing a few steps away, looking at her, and immediately approached him with a broad smile.
"Greyson, my love."
"What? What love?"
"My love?"
All the men watching opened their mouths wide in shock. But Greyson casually opened his arms, lightly embraced Naomi, made a gesture of brushing his cheek against hers, and said.
"Welcome. It would have been nice if you had contacted me in advance."
At Greyson's words, Naomi raised the corners of her mouth refreshingly.
"I wanted to surprise you. It suits you well? Being a firefighter must be your calling."
Naomi said after detaching herself and looking Greyson up and down once. Greyson smiled as always.
"Is that so, thank you."
"Shall we have some coffee together? What do you think?"
Wow, thanks for this!!!
Is this all from the same chapter in the novel?
no, 3 chapters I think
ch18 NOVEL VERSION
(...)
"It's nothing much, I just have someone I want to teach a lesson to."
"How?"
As Joshua had expected, Dane didn't ask "why." Since the only being Dane cared about was the cat he was raising, he wouldn't be curious about the reason. If the welfare of his cat hadn't been offered as compensation, he would have refused without even considering it. Joshua thought this and opened his mouth.
"We'll take care of that part. You just need to help kidnap that bastard."
"Kidnap."
To Dane, who slowly recited the word as if savoring it, Joshua continued his explanation with a "yes."
"He's not an ordinary guy, so I don't think I can do it alone, and you won't tell anyone about it either."
Most people would have been very flustered by his calm voice, as if he were saying "Let's go fishing today." But Dane's reaction was just a "hmm," a strange sound he made. Joshua knew Dane was that kind of man, which was why he thought of bringing him into this.
"Even if there's a problem, I'll make sure you're not harmed. Don't worry about your cat either. I'll get you an expensive lawyer and make sure you're released without any charges in less than a day."
If someone else around him had said such things, he would have cursed them to stop talking nonsense. But Joshua wasn't a man who spoke idly, and above all, he had a partner who could make it possible. A top actor with money to burn, and the father of his children.
"So, who is it?"
Dane asked as if annoyed. In a country where money can save even dying people, merely helping with a kidnapping a little wouldn't even be considered a crime. As if he had expected this, Joshua answered with a faint smile.
"Chase's brother."
Who?
Chase was Joshua's partner, a man and an actor who commanded an enormous fee. If it was his brother... how many siblings did Chase Miller have? As Dane searched his memory, Joshua added.
"Greyson Miller."
Dane hesitated for a moment. He belatedly realized that Chase and Greyson shared the same surname, Miller.
"...Greyson Miller?"
"Yes."
Even after checking again, the same name came back. Wait, Miller is a common name. He couldn't be certain that Greyson Miller was definitely Chase Miller's brother.
But if it's Greyson Miller, the brother of Chase who is an extreme Alpha, there would only be one in the world.
At the inevitable conclusion, Dane groaned "ugh," but Joshua, who apparently hadn't heard the sound, continued.
"I'll make sure you're not harmed. We won't drag it out either. I'll take care of sending him back, so don't worry..."
Joshua's voice continued, but less than half of it reached Dane's ears. After a while with no response, Joshua finally asked curiously.
"Dane? Are you listening?"
"...Yes, no."
After giving an ambiguous answer, Dane soon frowned.
"Are you serious?”
It was too late to ask now, but he couldn't help it. Joshua had the same thought but answered readily.
– Of course. Would I call you suddenly like this just to make a silly joke?
That's true. Dane reluctantly agreed while making a face.
"Are you crazy?"
Joshua burst into laughter on the other end. The refreshing laughter would have made listeners feel an irresistible temptation, but unfortunately, it didn't work on Dane. To Dane, who was still frowning, Joshua spoke with laughter still in his voice.
– I'd like to say I'm in my right mind, but well, you might be right.
Dane didn't say anything to the ambiguous joke that came back. The proposal to get rid of someone who was obviously going to be trouble was too tempting. With Joshua, the handling would be clean, and he wasn't the type to rush in recklessly without thinking of the consequences, so there wouldn't be any dangerous situations. He had promised that Dane wouldn't be harmed, and the compensation was certain. It was an offer with nothing but benefits, not losses.
The problem was that guy.
The biggest obstacle was that the target was Greyson Miller. Though their relationship was so distant that he could hardly say he knew him, Dane instinctively felt it. It was best to avoid getting entangled with that bastard as much as possible. Greyson was clearly the annoying type who would pursue and take revenge until death if even the slightest grudge formed. He didn't know why Chase Miller would want to do this to his brother, but anyway, Greyson Miller wouldn't take it lying down. His head was already aching because of that bastard, and now to get entangled like this again?
"No, I won't do it."
– What?
Despite Joshua's surprised voice, Dane didn't waver.
"I'm not interested. Don't worry, I'll pretend I never heard about this."
The debt for Joshua saving his life had been repaid long ago. Dane recalled how fortunate that was. If he had been asked to repay that debt now, he certainly wouldn't have been able to refuse.
Josh must be deeply regretting having used that one chance so carelessly.
– Dane, think about it once more.
"No, I'm good. I'm out."
As expected, Joshua didn't give up and tried to persuade him again, but Dane immediately backed off.
"Let the Miller family resolve Miller family issues. I don't want to get involved."
At the firm rejection, Joshua was silent for a moment as if contemplating. Well, it couldn't have been easy to make such a proposal. Dane thought. He must have carefully chosen his helper, only to be immediately rejected, which must be awkward.
But that doesn't mean I have any reason to get involved in this.
Fortunately, the contemplation time wasn't very long. After seeming to consider various words to persuade Dane, he eventually appeared to give up, let out a short sigh, and opened his mouth.
– Alright. Take care, Dane.
"You too."
After a brief farewell, Dane hung up the phone. Losing Darling's health checkup was quite bitter, but it couldn't be helped. Well done, getting involved in such things would surely only bring trouble.
<Abuse? Me? Being abused?>
Suddenly, the past memory came to mind. Along with Greyson Miller's face, which seemed genuinely unable to understand.
Dane remained motionless for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he tilted his head back and let out a short sigh, then moved with his usual large strides as if nothing had happened.
It was already past 1 AM. Bedtime had long passed. He put the beer he was about to drink back in the refrigerator and headed to the bedroom, with Darling following, circling around his legs.
A year will pass quickly, so it's fine.
Thinking that, he lay down on the bed with the cat in his arms. The cat in his embrace purred and burrowed in. Feeling the warm body temperature, Dane fell asleep before long.