Hot... It was so hot... Ryan's heat had started that Sunday. It was now Tuesday, and even though it should be the last day, but it didn't make it any easier. Everything was too warm. The whirring of his room's ventilation system provided an odd background noise as it fought to keep the accumulating pheromones in check. His ass was sore and slimy. His member throbbed uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat. He wanted something inside him... He needed something inside him... He needed Scott inside him...
He'd put his pillow in Scott's shirt. Though the scent was fading, it helped so much to be able to bury his face in that tantalizing smell.
He had to cum. The only way to get any relief was to cum. Once he came he could sleep a little, until his body's need woke him up again.
He could never get his fingers to go deep enough. They slid in and out of his ass easily thanks to the lubricant he was producing, but they just couldn't go deep enough!
He moaned his frustration into the pillow. Face down, ass up, one hand was working his hole and the other was stroking his length. His breath came in ragged gasps. A new drool stain formed on his makeshift pillowcase.
More! Just a little more! Oh! Faster! Harder! Oh! He fantasized Scott ramming him from behind. Just a little more...! Just a little deeper...! Oh! Oh-! OHH!!! Finally, his body seized in the orgasm he so desperately needed. Only a few drops of semen shot out, falling harmlessly on the pad beneath him.
He collapsed onto the bed, panting hard. He would be okay for now, more or less. His fingers were slimy. He could feel the sweat running down his body. His ass cheeks slid against each other effortlessly. He felt gross. He hated his heats.
He only had a small window before his insides started winding up again. He needed to wash his hands and wipe himself down. A full shower took too much time to do every time, though he made sure to bathe twice a day when he was on his cycle. He needed to hydrate, and he should try and eat a little. His appetite always nosedived during his heat. He ended up not using the bathroom much, if at all. He sweat out the majority of his fluids, and if you don't eat enough, well, you don't poop.
He'd been told it was a built-in mechanism for omegas, one that allowed them to maximize their breeding time. He was also told that in the case of his gender, the entrance to his colon closes off completely, meaning the only thing accessible from his anus are his secondary reproductive organs. He wasn't sure how true that was though. He just knew that everything ached and throbbed and demanded to be touched and the only way to stop it was a damned orgasm.
He groaned and pushed himself out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to clean up. Usually once his heat was in full swing like this, he opted out of clothing. Made things easier. Besides, the building's washing machines cost money. Money he didn't really have right now.
In short order his hands were clean and the worst of his sweat and slime were wiped away. He made his way to the "kitchen" and forced himself to down a glass of tap water. It was a rinse and repeat kinda thing. He checked the fridge. Even if he wasn't hungry, he needed to eat a little something between each episode. When he was younger, he tried going without eating entirely, and had suffered the consequences.
White shelves stared back at him. The food from Scott's parents was long gone. He'd finished off what little was left the day before his heat started. All that was in his fridge was half a carton of eggs, some butter, a few slices of American cheese, an old bottle of ketchup, and a pack of store-brand bologna. He didn't want any of it. He had some ramen packs in his cabinet, but those had to be cooked and he didn't feel like taking care of dishes. With a grimace, he pulled out a slice of bologna and ate it. Protein was always a good idea.
Fed and watered, he went and sat on his bed, drawing his knees to his chest. The pad crinkled under him. His sphincter was already feeling damp. Relief never seemed to last long enough. He allowed himself to tip over, landing with a soft thud against the mattress.
He was worried about food. When his heat was over, he would be starving. He certainly didn't have much left. He wasn't getting paid until Friday, and rent was due immediately after. Normally he didn't have this issue, but since his last paycheck he's had some unforeseen expenses. The food and medicine for Scott when he was sick, the clothes to meet Scott's parents... Oh! He wanted to see Scott so badly right now!
His phone was very purposefully off and put out of the way on top of the fridge. He didn't trust himself. Not that his boyfriend could actually get to him right now, this building wasn't expensive for no good reason. He'd sent the office his heat notice and now his room was on lockdown until he punched his password into the keypad by the door. Besides, he didn't want Scott to see him like this. Not yet. And he knew if he heard Scott's voice, he'd beg like the shameless heat crazed slut he was. He hated his heats.
Strangely enough, he didn't think much about sex outside of times like this. He was rarely able to ejaculate outside of his heat window, too. Not that it made much difference. As an omega, he fired blanks anyway. His body wasn't concerned with getting others pregnant.
He snuggled up to his pillow, taking comfort in the lingering scent and ignoring the stiff patches of dried saliva. He should be okay by tomorrow. His biggest problem was definitely food. He normally took the day after his heat off to recover, but he was supposed to work Michelangelo's tomorrow. If he went in, he'd get a hot meal. He might just have to suck it up and go to work. Besides, he could use the money.
Sleepiness dragged at him. With his body's insistent demands, he never got enough sleep during his heat. As he closed his heavy eyelids, he resolutely determined he was going to work tomorrow, come hell or high water. He couldn't afford not to.
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His heat had died off early that morning. As soon as he was sure it was over, he scrubbed himself down and stripped his bed. His appetite was coming back, but he limited himself to only one egg for breakfast. He'd have to ration to make it to payday. He'd done it before, he could do it again.
Finally clad in clean clothes, he bundled up his soiled linens and departed for his walk of shame. The sooner they were clean, the sooner he could sleep. He'd need every bit he could get to make it through the evening. He'd sent word to his boss already to expect him in today.
The trip to the laundry room was uneventful. He had the whole place to himself, so he checked the time on his phone. There was something he needed right now more than a nap. He only hoped this was a good time. He searched his contacts, and pressed "call." He held his breath as the dial tone sounded through his speaker.
"Good morning, Sunshine! I didn't expect to hear from you! Is your heat over already?" Scott's voice was distorted, as if on speaker phone. It was the most beautiful music Ryan's ears could wish for.
"Good morning! Yeah, I got over it a bit ago." Ryan replied. "You have no idea how great it is to hear your voice right now... Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Not at all. I'm driving in to work at the moment. I'm still a few minutes out."
"Thank you for letting me borrow your shirt. It... helped a lot. I've got it in the wash now."
"Any time! I'm glad it helped! So, are you taking it easy today? Want to go for dinner tonight?"
This was the part Ryan was worried about. He wanted to see his boyfriend sooo bad... But if he did, he'd only eat for tonight. If he went to work, he would eat both tonight, and next week. He didn't want to do what he was about to do, but he hoped it was convincing.
"I think I'd better stay home tonight," he lied, "I'd love to go out, but I think it's best I just take it easy."
"Aww, okay." You could feel Scott's disappointment through the phone. "If you change your mind, let me know? I'll pick you up."
"I'll let you know." The white lie hurt. "So... How much longer 'till you get to work?"
"I'm almost there. I don't have to go into the building for a little bit, was there something else you wanted to talk about?"
"I just... I really want to hear your voice."
Scott humored him. He talked about the weird thing he had for lunch yesterday, and the new progress he was making on his current game. Ryan soaked it in, making appropriate comments at appropriate points. Still, Scott had to go at some point. He was a professional, after all.
"Talk to ya later, Cuddle Bug. Have a good day at work!"
"You too, Cutie Pie. Take it easy. Let me know if you need anything."
Ryan hung up with mixed feelings. Hearing Scott made him feel so much better, but lying to him nearly physically hurt. It was a really weird feeling. He just didn't want Scott to worry, is all. This was a problem he could handle himself. Scott being unable to settle on a nickname however, THAT was a different story.
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It was barely past lunch on Friday. Scott had settled into his office to finish up his patient reports before the weekend. On the desk, his phone suddenly lit up, vibrating. No one ever called him while he was working, but he smiled when he saw the caller ID.
"Hey, Honey Bun! You caught me at a good time. What's up?"
There was the sound of shuffling and clattering on the other end, but no response.
"Ryan? Are you there? …Helllooo?"
There was a small moan followed by, "... Cuddle Buhg, sorry... Know yur busy... pls don' be mad."
Ryan's voice sounded weak and miserable. Scott sat up straighter in his chair. "Babe, are you okay? You don't sound so hot."
"A'mm 'kay. Needa favor..."
At this point, Scott began putting away his paperwork. "What do you need, Sweetheart? Where are you?"
"Hooome... Need sum pink medsin... Bubbl gum stuff..."
"Pink medicine? You mean Pepto-Bismol? Are you sick?"
"Yeah... Sorry... 'know yur busy... I can wait 'till yur off... 's okay."
"Ryan, tell me what's wrong." Scott tried to keep his voice gentle, but he felt some anxiety creep in anyway.