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(Important: This is the beginning of a long series of fics, as the patron wishes to utilize their 1500w fics to expand on this universe. Next part here.)

For context: ABO; R76; AU in which working in stocks/breeding benches is an occupation like any other.

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The day on the base had been a long and arduous one and Jack had been looking forward to visiting the stocks since about one in the afternoon.

They’re a bit away from the hustle and bustle of the main street where kids aren’t necessarily about to run through, so he has to park a few blocks away and walk the rest of the distance.

He is tense, shoulders tight and a tension headache starting to form, crawling up from his back and into his temples. It’s not like the day has been impossibly out of the ordinary, but when looking through his bank account he realizes that the last time he did something for fun – aka using the stocks in the town he’s been stationed at before – has been almost three months ago now.

At least he’ll be here for a few years if everything goes as planned. He’s not that young of a man anymore. He wants to settle down, maybe find a nice Omega… or an Alpha, he is not squeamish… and just… live his life.

For now, however, living his life means to simply get off. Maybe have a nice conversation with whoever is working tonight. He kind of misses his regular in the other town… it’s always a struggle to find someone you connect to.

He just hopes that for tonight he’ll find one that has been working for a while yet and isn’t too strict on cleaning up after their customers.

So what... He likes sloppy seconds. Sue him.

There are a few signs that point him in the right direction as he moseys his way through the main street. The stocks are just next to a massage parlor which he finds is a really good idea.

There are five all in all but only three are occupied right now.

One is in use and he smiles politely at the hairy Alpha railing a very cute looking Asian man that he can’t tell in those few seconds what secondary gender he has. Alphas scent tends to… overshadow a lot of things when they get excited.

He slowly walks past the other two. One is kneeling on a little bench. The other is only halfway inside his stocks. He is standing but he has one ankle idly crossed over the other, the upper part of the stock standing up while he has his chin on the cushioned neck brace and his arms hanging through the holes.

There is a little LED panel next to the stocks that alert a customer to a few things; the name of whoever is working right now, when they started their shift, when it is about to end, how many customers they’ve had…

His belly clenches in need when he sees the number 6 staring back at him. It’s a bit dark back here but there is wetness glistening on the man’s thick thighs. Oh… oh wow.

Jack swallows hard and nervously shuffles his way through between the man’s – Gabriel’s – stocks and the empty one next to him. He throws the other idle person a distracted little smile and murmurs a polite ‘good evening’ before looking back at Gabriel.

He is idly scrolling his phone while waiting for customers, and owlishly blinks up into the darkness when he realizes that Jack is standing there.

He is… really handsome. Jack can feel himself flushing immediately. Shit. He’s never been smooth. Not in any of the forty five years of his life. He smiles at him, trying to look cool but probably just looking nervous.

“Uh… hello. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Are you on break?”

Gabriel turns his phone off immediately and puts it in a little basket with his belongings in front of him.

“No, sir,” he says pleasantly enough though Jack still has a feeling that this is his definite customer voice. Which is… fair enough, of course. “Are you interested? Sorry… I need to clean myself real quick. Just wanted to read an article-”

He’s making to stand and reaching for some wet wipes to the side, and Jack clears his throat, ears feeling warm as he says quickly: “That’s alright. I… like it the way it is.”

It’s embarrassing to admit but nobody really bats an eyelash. They’re used to a lot of stuff probably. Jack is very likely one of the tamer ones.

“Alright, then. So you want to bareback?”

“If that is alright with you,” he replies, already offering up his hand. Gabriel reaches for a little device. As he grabs one of Jack’s fingers to fit it around the tip he says: “Ah so you’re not new to this?” probably to distract him from the little prick.

As they wait for a moment for the blood drop to be analyzed, Jack nods and starts to pull off his jacket to be hung up. They’re all just out in the open but they have a nice little space for the clothes.

“Yes. I was stationed somewhere else before. I used to frequent the stocks there,” he says, very aware of Gabriel’s dark chocolate eyes watching him. He probably is wondering what exactly Jack is doing for a living but is not asking of course.

Jack wonders suddenly what secondary gender Gabriel has. They don’t have to display it on the little panels if they don’t wish for it.

But just as Gabriel doesn’t ask for Jack’s job, Jack doesn’t ask for his gender. He’ll probably find out soon enough.

The machine beeps.

“Oh nice. All checks out. Alright, then. You saw the rates? Knotting is fifty percent more, you know…”

“Yeah… Yeah I’ve seen it.”

Gabriel smiles at him and reaches up to grab the top of the stocks and give it a little downward pull. He has enough time to situate himself properly before it closes around his neck and wrists.

“Great! Then please just swipe your card and we can begin, stud.”

His voice becomes more sultry, then, and fuck… Jack is really into that. 

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