Of all the time for his cycle to start, why did it have to be now? They’d been planning this date for weeks, trying to find a gap in their schedules so that they could go out and do something fun together for a change instead of just sitting around the apartment during stolen lunch breaks and snuggling in the living room.
Fuck, that should have been a sign in and of itself. Dave had been feeling more affectionate than usual (which is saying something, he can get pretty clingy,) he should have known better than to pick this week when he was already cuddling up to John like a goddamn baby koala just a few days ago.
Now the whole damn thing had snuck up on him and he was stranded in his room with the chair from the desk wedged under the doorknob to keep anyone with a key out. He didn’t want anyone else to see him when he got like this. It was bad enough when he went through his first heat and Bro caught him humping the futon. Of course, he was already pretty desperate by that point.
It usually started off small. Almost unnoticeable, really; little things that could be explained away. The apartment was feeling a little warmer than it ought to be in April? There must be something wrong with the A/C. Feeling itchy? Someone put too much starch in the laundry. Wow, was it just him or did John look extremely fuckable today? He sure was washing those dishes a little too seductively. Fucking suds and shit.
It only escalated from thereon out. Afternoon snuggles turned to hasty snogging sessions between shifts, but there wasn’t much time to do much of anything further than that, and each failed attempt only riled Dave up more, the frustration and heat that he’d usually be able to shrug off slowly building up into an unbearable tension. He felt agitated. Restless.
That was when he realized what time of the year it was. He and John had only been together for a few months now (he honestly hadn’t even expected them to last longer than a week,) but here they were close to the half year mark and he was already in heat again. Shit, he should have at least planned for this somehow. John was going to be home in an hour and Dave was sweating like Texas in July. Maybe if he got off real quick it would take some of the edge off, at least enough to make himself look presentable.
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