#fiddlestan kinda

"Oh? Why is everything alright?"

He hears some shuffling on the other end and a scolding from Ford /'H-Hold on Stanley!'/

"Y-yes I'm sorry but my brother's heat has started a little early! I'm trying to get him to settle in his nest right now, but he keeps--Stan put that back! It's not cle-- shit. Anyway it's best for you not come by this week Fiddleford!"

Fiddleford's mind was suddenly assaulted with the image of Stanley, wanton and whining. His scent so pleasantly floral and sweet. A scent when Fiddleford first caught a whiff of it surprised him to find out it was Stanley.

"Well ... I'm a Beta Stanford, so maybe havin' me there cou--" "No!" Fiddleford held the phone away in surprise.

"S-sorry Fiddleford, it's just Stan can be a little ..... Aggressive wh-when he's in heat. J-j-just trust me. Don't come by till I-I call you alright?"

"Alright but are you ok?--"

"Goodbye Fiddleford!" And then the line goes quiet and Fiddleford is left staring at the receiver. With a sigh, the engineer goes back to inform his wife and son he's got a surprise week off.

"F-fuck Sweetheart, couldn't you have waited till I was-- SHIT!" Ford grabbed the wall. He looks down, his Omega suckling on his cock.

Stan pulls off with a gentle pop. "Wanna breeed~!" He whines. Stan paws more at Ford's pants, wanting them off so he could get to more of his brother and start working him up.

"F-fucken shit. Ok ok, let's get upstairs."

"Mnnnnooooo!! Gimme knot now!" Ford slapped a palm to his face. Stan's scent was getting more and more prominent. His brain was being overridden by his Alpha and he was damn near ready to pull Stan up and fuck him against the wall. But that would probably leave Stan with some nasty scabs from the wood.

"Upstairs. Now." He demands, and Stan knows he's gonna get what he wants. With a blissed out grin, Stanley bolts up the stairs and dives into his nest.