HeatLine: Jensen/Misha Phonesex Knotting Fic NC-17
OMG. so. This is apparently what happens when I let plot bunnies pile up in my brain for so long.
Summary: Jensen is a young Alpha in college who can't hold a relationship because he's too intense. He calls HeatLine, a phone sex line with a subgroup of Omegas in heat who take calls. Enter Misha, a fellow college student, who works the HeatLine when he's in heat to make ends meet since his roommate moved out. Misha is wanton and Jensen is filthy. Enjoy.
Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, self-lubricating, talk of knotting, toys, phone sex, language, slash, rps, and the use of the words "bitch" as non-derogatory, and "breed" (as in to knock up).
Title: HeatLine
Author: punk_chick_0182
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jensen is a young Alpha in college who can't hold a relationship because he's too intense. He calls HeatLine, a phone sex line with a subgroup of Omegas in heat who take calls. Enter Misha, a fellow college student, who works the HeatLine when he's in heat to make ends meet since his roommate moved out. Misha is wanton and Jensen is filthy. Enjoy.
Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, self-lubricating, talk of knotting, toys, phone sex, language, slash, rps, and the use of the words "bitch" as non-derogatory, and "breed" (as in to knock up).
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Jensen stares down at the flyer in his hands, finger hovering over his phone’s keypad. The flyer had been slipped under all the doors in the dorm the previous night. He knew it wasn't just his door because he’d heard some of the other guys laughing about it that morning. Jensen had heard of them before, phone sex lines that catered to any need. ‘Alphas, Betas and Omegas All Waiting to Fulfill Your Every Desire’, the flyer claims.
Jensen’s had betas and even a fellow alpha once, but he had only ever met two omegas in person. Omegas, who smell divine. Omegas, who self-lubricated and could be bred. When Jensen had come of age, his father had made sure he was well educated in biology. Jensen has to reach down and adjust his cock in his jeans. The idea of having an omega under him sends a rush through his body. Jensen feels his spine straighten, his jaw clench. His last few lovers told him he was too intense, a little too traditionalist. Too alpha. A complaint you’d rarely hear from an omega.
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“Hey Misha, cutting it kinda close this time”, Danneel didn’t even glance up from the computer she sat at, just waves him through. Misha blew her a kiss as he walked past her, “after two years, I thought you’d know me by now!” Technically he was late by about six hours.
He’d had to get a job to deal with his roommate moving out after his freshman year. The only downside to having an older roommate was that they graduate before you and leave you with the rent. Damn Jared. Misha couldn’t fault him though; Jared had worked his ass off for his law degree. Misha had been introduced to HeatLine by one of the betas in his environmentalist group. Richard is the most outgoing omega he’s ever met, aside from himself, of course.
While HeatLine caters to all tastes within each department, Misha’s in a very specific omega unit. He tosses his keys in the bowl by the door and locks it behind him. Misha only ever works the Line when he’s in heat. The way the building is set up, each department has mostly private rooms that are big enough for a small desk with a phone and computer.
Which works fine for most alphas and betas who work the Line, and of course there are omegas who only take normal calls that use the same types of rooms. But the omegas like Misha need a space to occupy for a whole week. The wing of the building they use has one-room motel like setups; they have just a bed, bathroom, and small kitchen area. Fully stocked of course, and the walls are definitely thicker than a normal motel. HeatLine prides itself on the quality and discretion of its service.
Misha giggles as he unpacks his small bag. His heat having started sometime in the night, he was definitely feeling it. He pulls his tee shirt off and wipes the sweat off his face, tossing it into the hamper by the door. A quick glance at the blinking phone on the desk shows he’s already got alphas waiting on him. Heat pools low in his belly at the thought of an Alpha telling him what to do, of telling an Alpha what he wants done to him.
Misha stifles another giggle, so what if he enjoys his job? And after all, it’s a heck of a lot better than taking suppressants or holing up in his dorm room for a week, ignoring the Alphas scenting around his door. Misha enjoys alphas, but knotting while he’s in heat is something he’d rather do with someone he at least cares a little about. Misha’s hips roll in a fluid motion as he walks over to the desk and sits down, his whole body hot and flushed. He hits the blinking button and takes his first call of the week.
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“Hello?” The voice is deep and slightly nervous. Young too, probably a first time caller. Misha leans back in his chair, legs falling apart. “Hello Alpha.” A gasp on the other end confirms Misha’s suspicion. “First time?” Misha pitches his voice low. The Alpha gains confidence quickly.
“I’m Jensen. Tell me your name.” Cool and commanding, Jensen orders him. Misha lies, “I’m Dmitri, what can I do for you, Jensen?” Misha never uses his real name, since the majority of his calls come from his city. HeatLine is locally owned and operated, so he knows the only people calling would be fairly close to him.
“No.” There’s a long pause after his statement, and Misha opens his mouth to question him. “I asked for your name, Omega. I want your real name.” Misha contemplates hanging up, “how did you-“, Jensen laughs in a low chuckle that makes Misha close his eyes with want. “Your voice, baby, gives you away.” Misha flushes at the endearment, “I’ve never met an Alpha who could tell when I was lying just from my voice,” he scoffs, realizing too late that disdain is not an emotion he should be throwing at a client.
“You’ve never met me.” Misha can hear Jensen rustling on the other end of the phone, like he’s settling into bed or removing clothes, “Your name”. Misha takes a deep breath and unbuttons his pants. “Misha,” he breathes, “my name is Misha”. The admission feels like foreplay, following the Alpha’s order making him half hard. “Misha,” Jensen says his name like he owns him. “Good boy, Misha,” Misha ducks his head and feels his cock get harder with the praise.
Jensen tells him what he looks like, and Misha bites his lip as he pictures a tall, strong Alpha with green eyes. He thinks about lying again, but decides against irritating Jensen. Misha gives his description and hopes Jensen is picturing him too. He’s a little surprised the call has gone so long without mention of sex. Usually the Alphas that call are looking to get off quickly, usually over within a few quick minutes. It’s a good thing Omegas in his department get such a high rate per minute.
“How far into your heat are you?” Jensen shifts on his sheets again, and Misha hears the sound of a zipper. “Less than a day, Alpha,” the term slips out without Misha’s permission. He clears his throat, “Jensen.” Another low chuckle from Jensen, “Can’t help it, can you? Only a couple hours into your heat and already it’s taking over. When’s the last time you got tied?”
“Fourteen months, give or take. Nasty breakup.” Misha doesn’t go into detail; Mark Pellegrino was a silver tongued Alpha who had to be related to Lucifer himself. Jensen makes a noise of disbelief, “Have you taken a vow of celibacy then? How can you go through heat without getting tied?” Misha rolls his eyes. Knotheads.
“Toys,” Misha smirks and spares a glance over at his bag, where his favorite toy waits for him, “toys, and nice Alphas like you who call to keep me company”. Misha gets harder in his jeans and has to unzip them when he hears Jensen growl in his ear. “Is that so?” Jensen’s voice takes a possessive edge, “so any Alpha will do then. Spread your legs for me, Omega.” Misha’s shifted his thighs apart before he can even register the order, his cheeks flushing pink with the insinuation that he’s a slut. “No, not any Alpha.”
Misha’s temperature spikes again and he can feel himself getting wet. While he waits on Jensen’s reply, he stands and takes off his remaining clothing. On the other end of the phone, Misha can hear slick noises and Jensen’s low groan. Misha feels slick run down the inside of his thighs as he realizes the Alpha is jacking off. He grabs his bag and drops it next to the bed, sitting down and backing up to lay back against the pillows. “Are you hard for me Alpha?” Misha can’t resist teasing, gasping as he reaches down to palm his cock. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself Misha?” Jensen’s voice is harsh, making Misha pull his hand away quickly and whine into the phone.
“How do you know I was touching myself?” he asks, but doesn’t put his hand back. “Because of your voice baby, I already told you. Now, tell me about yourself.” Misha bites his lip and puts the phone on speaker, sitting it on the bedside table. He lies back against the bed and rests one hand on his thigh, subconsciously rubbing the soft skin. “I turn 19 in two months, and I’m the youngest of seven brothers and sisters. I’m a freshman in college, and my first car was a beautiful blue 1979 Toyota Corolla station wagon with wood paneling”, he shifts on the bed, laying back further and spreading his thighs. Misha can feel himself getting warmer, harder, slicker. “What about you Jensen?” Misha can still hear Jensen stroking his cock on the other end. So far, it’s the oddest call he’s ever taken. “I’m twenty-four, I graduate this year with a Bachelor’s in Mechanical Engineering and I had a 1988 Pathfinder.”
Thankfully, Jensen doesn’t offer his own college or ask about Misha’s. Misha’s finding it hard to concentrate on what Jensen is saying. His body is covered in sweat, he’s arching back and forth unable to find pressure or friction where he needs it. He reaches down and slides a finger through the slick between his legs, breath hitching as his fingertip catches the rim of his swollen hole. Jensen growls into the phone, knowing Misha is misbehaving. It just makes him wetter, more slick knowing he’s being naughty. Jensen’s next words have Misha’s cock throbbing. “Get on your hands and knees, bitch. Show me what you can’t seem to stop touching,” Misha follows the order quickly, head buried in his folded arms and ass in the air, “I bet you’re soaked for me, aren’t you? Getting hot listening to me talk about nothing. Slut.”
Jensen’s words are harsh, his voice like gravel. Misha knows he’s pathetic for being such a stereotypical Omega, but hearing Jensen call him those names just makes him want to arch his back more, stick his ass in the air higher. He can feel more slickness leak out of him, his thighs soaked. There’s a small wet patch on the bed under him now, and the air in the room smells so heavily of sex it’s making him light headed. Misha moans at Jensen, hoping he’ll get more of those delicious words. “Bet you’re pushing back on thin air, wishing I was there to fill you up. I bet that toy of yours isn’t even half the size I am, won’t give you the knot you want.” Misha clenches the soft bed sheets in his hands, body making small back and forth motions, writhing in sensation and need.
“Please Alpha, Jensen, please knot me. Need it, need you inside me.” His voice gone breathy and little more than a growl, Misha can’t remember ever being this strung out for an Alpha, only hours into his heat. As Jensen continues to fill his ears with filth, Misha’s hips roll and he leans down to grab his toy, knowing he won’t be able to stand it much longer. He brings the toy to his entrance, still on hands and knees, and barely has the tip inside before Jensen is snarling into his ear. “Stop.” Misha’s hand freezes, a desperate whine fills the air as he shakes at the order. Jensen pauses and Misha hears their breathing, both quick and labored.
“Do you want pups, Misha?” Jensen’s question has Misha blinking, haze momentarily clearing in light of the sharp left turn the conversation has taken. He clears his throat and answers, “Yes, I want pups. I grew up in a huge family, and I’d like to have a big pack of my own someday. Do you not want pups?” Misha’s confusion snaps sharply back into arousal at Jensen’s words. “Want to breed you, Mish. Want to bend you over and tie you for hours. Keep you plugged up with my knot while I come inside you, make sure it takes the first time.” Misha’s breath rushes out of him as his body reacts to the words. He drops the toy on the bed and his knees shake, drops down onto his belly and feels his hole spasm with want. “Please Jensen, knot me? Want your pups Alpha, give you a whole litter,” Misha is frantic with want.
He’d always known he was born to fully take on the role of an Omega, but hearing the words out of his own mouth makes him blush and bury his face further in his arms. Jensen sucks in air, can’t believe what he’s hearing. These are the kinds of things his last partners complained about. Called him a “traditionalist” like it was a dirty word, told him he was vulgar for using words like “breed” and “pups”. And now, everything he’s ever wanted is being whined into his ear. And now, there’s a wanton Omega on the other end of the phone begging for it, for his knot. Jensen can hear Misha moving around on the bed, driving him crazy with his whines and moans. He has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming.
“Fuck, Misha. Come on baby, grab that toy for me. It’s not me but it’ll have to do.” Misha blinks back tears as reality crashes back down on him. He’s not going to get bred tonight, or anytime soon. All he has is an Alpha on the phone who wants to get off, and a fake knotted toy to satisfy him. He moans Jensen’s name pathetically as he grabs the toy, wanting to get off but wishing for more. Jensen talks him through it, telling him how well he’s doing, how hot he sounds as he slides it inside. His hole is so wet and relaxed it slides right in making Misha moan loudly. Jensen curses into the phone. “Now baby, I want you to listen to me,” Misha nods into the empty room, “go slow for me once it’s all the way in. Want you to keep pushing till the knot is right up against your hole.” Misha follows orders, shaking and groaning as sensation sparks up his spine at the fullness of it.
His hole clenches around the toy, his cock jerks as it rubs against his sweet spot, makes him leak more slick. He keeps pushing until the knot butts up against his hole. He pants into the phone, “okay”. Jensen breaths into the phone, voice strained. “Such a good boy for me Misha. Bet you’re so pretty, spread out for me, wet and full. Wish it was me baby, feeling you tight on my cock. I’d keep you full of my come; buy you a plug so it’d never leak out.” Misha’s hole spasms again at the thought. “Fuck you’re dirty. You talk to all your lovers like this?” Misha has to close his eyes tight and suppress the flash of jealousy he feels. Get a grip Misha; he’s not your Alpha.
“No baby, just you.” Misha smiles in spite of himself, “now Misha, I want you to start fucking yourself with the toy but don’t knot yet. Let me hear you baby, let me hear how you’d sound if I was the one inside you.” Misha needs no further encouragement as he pulls the toy out almost all the way before he fucks it quickly back inside. The toy rubs against his sensitive inner walls, sliding through the slick lubricant his body keeps producing to ease the way of his nonexistent Alpha. He shivers as the toy grazes his prostate on every push, feels how wide the toy stretches him.
Misha can’t control his mouth, the closer to orgasm he gets. Tells Jensen how good it feels, how much he wants the real thing. “Fuck Jensen, I’m so wet for you. I can barely keep my grip on the toy because everything is soaked. I keep clenching down on it, wishing for it harder and deeper, but I can’t, I just can’t,” he breaks off into incoherent noises, begging and whimpering for Jensen. “More please, Alpha. Need you more,” Jensen can barely hang onto the phone as his free hand strips his cock, jacking hard and fast as he listens to how beautiful Misha sounds. “That’s it baby, gonna fill you up, knot you good. Keep you tied to me for hours. Come on Mish, you ready for me?” Jensen can feel his knot swelling, closes his eyes tight with the hot flash of want that shoots through him. Wanting to hang up the phone and go outside to scent Misha. Track him down so he can fill up the Omega properly.
“Push in the knot, Misha, now!” Misha’s eyes roll back as his body seizes; his hand pushes hard at the toy and the knot resists for a moment before popping inside. The stretch is almost pleasurable as he clenches around it. He barely has any time to adjust as Jensen tells him to hit the button that will make the toy “come”. The first rush of fluid inside him rushes into his prostate. The sound of Jensen losing it in his ear pushes him over the edge. Misha can do nothing but collapse on the bed, cock shooting between him and the sheets, as he comes untouched. His whole body shudders as the second wave releases, his hole spasming around the fake knot, making his toes curl.
He doesn’t know how long he lies there, catching his breath as his cock twitches. Jensen is there the whole time, telling him how beautiful he is, how good. Praising him for following directions and satisfying his Alpha. As the last of it releases inside him, Misha gently pulls it out, wincing at the empty feeling and the rush of liquid that leaks out of him. He lays back on the bed, stretching sore muscles and smiling into the air. “Wow. I can honestly say Jensen, you’re the best call I’ve ever taken.” Jensen chuckles, “I’m glad I called Misha, but I gotta say…I feel like I got a raw deal.” Misha’s smile falters slightly, “why do you say that?”
“Because you got exactly what you wanted, but I’m laying here with come all over me, and no bitch to be tied to.” His teasing tone and words make Misha flush hot again, cock twitching and hole clenching. “You gonna let me take you out for dinner, Misha?” His stomach clenches, tense. “I’m sure you get this a lot with your job, but I’d like to meet you. Unless of course, you were just telling me what I wanted to hear tonight. I want to meet that Misha. The one who sounds so pretty and sharp. The one who wants a big family and likes the idea of being my bitch.” Misha is silent for a bit, wanting to meet Jensen so much, but scared as fuck too. There are some crazies out there.
“Tell you what, you come to my art group next week and we’ll see how things go. It’ll be me, a bunch of my friends, and a few professors. We’re doing some projects for a local charity. Public place, lots of people, and no way for you to kidnap and dismember me!” His enthusiasm makes Jensen laugh, bright and loud. “Perfect! Do you mind if I bring my camera?” Misha is caught off guard again, “you’re into photography? But I thought you said you were an engineer?” His genuine confusion makes Jensen laugh again. “I can’t be both?” Misha sticks his tongue out at the empty room, knowing Jensen can’t see him. “I suppose so” he allows. They chat for a few more minutes before Misha yawns. “I guess I’ll see you next Thursday at 3 then, just come to the park on Delaney Ave. and look for all the hippies.”
“I’ll be there, baby. And Misha?” Jensen purrs, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Misha’s heart jumps as he hears Jensen hang up the phone. He’s almost drifted off to sleep with thoughts of talking to Jensen again tomorrow when he happens to glance at the clock. Misha hopes Jensen’s got enough cushion in his bank account, if he intends to call for that long every day.
FIN.
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