Scott awoke the next morning wrapped around Ryan. They were spooning, Ryan had his head on Scott's shoulder, hugging his arm loosely, snoring lightly. Scott buried his face in Ryan's hair, savoring his smell. Last night, they finally had sex. He was finally able to make love to the most beautiful person on the planet. After all this time, it almost didn't seem real.
In his arms, Ryan twitched as though he was dreaming. He had some weird ones before, or at least he often told Scott how weird his dreams could get, usually centering around things going absurdly awry at work. Scott hoped this one was pleasant.
He breathed deeply. Ryan's scent was everywhere. It was wonderful, sweet and musky, a toned-down version of the pheromones Ryan produced when they first met over four months ago. For all the partners he'd had, none smelled this good. He was sure now, more than ever, that he wanted Ryan to be his. In his arms, Ryan suddenly stretched, with a grunt that turned into a yawn.
"Good morning," Scott whispered, not sure if Ryan was actually awake yet.
Ryan flipped around, wrapping his arms around Scott's torso and nuzzling his chest with his face. "G'mornin..." He mumbled.
Scott craned his neck down to kiss Ryan's forehead. He got the glimpse of a smile, and Ryan hugged him tighter
"I love you," Scott said with a little amusement.
"Luv u too..."
It was clear Ryan wasn't quite awake. That was okay. Scott let him sleep some more, and after readjusting the blanket, did a little dozing himself. Moments like these were precious, after all.
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Ryan had no idea what time it was. He was snuggled up to Scott's chest, the hair tickling his face. He thought Scott might have been awake earlier, but that also might have been a dream. Scott's smell surrounded him, just a little stronger than usual. He wondered briefly if it had anything to do with what they did last night. Speaking of which, he was just a little sore. His bottom was a hair shy of uncomfortable. He didn't mind, though. He knew his body would get used to it soon enough. Scott was worth it.
There was a loud gurgling sound. Ryan knew it didn't come from him. Was Scott awake?
"You sound hungry, Cuddle Bug."
"That didn't wake you up, did it?"
"Nah, I was awake already " Ryan didn't move. He mumbled his words to Scott's chest. "Did you remember to get the stuff?"
"Oh, I got the stuff. I got the good stuff."
Ryan chuckled, and looked up at his boyfriend, stretching lazily. "Guess I'd better start breakfast before you get too hungry. You might decide to eat me instead."
"Oh, I don't know. I might eat you anyway."
They traded good morning kisses, soft, sweet, and lazy.
"You wanna watch me pee before I start cooking?" Ryan teased, sitting up and stretching.
"That's not playing fair!" Scott complained good naturedly.
"Huh? So, you don't want to watch?"
Scott sat up and stretched himself.
"If I watched all the time, it wouldn't be special anymore. Besides," his stomach growled again, and he added pitifully, "I don't think I have the energy for sex right now, and there's no way I wouldn't want it after seeing that again."
"You've given me a strange power over you," Ryan mused. "Like a secret weapon. I promise to use these powers wisely." His own stomach growled. "Though, I wouldn't mind breakfast first, myself."
Ryan got out of bed and stumbled a bit. Scott was immediately there to steady him and asking if he was okay. Ryan insisted he was fine, just a little sore from last night, and that it would go away once he started moving. Scott offered to give him a quick rubdown if he was hurting anywhere. Ryan surprised himself be declining, mostly because he was hungry and wanted to start cooking, and admitted it was mostly just his bottom that hurt.
"I'm fine, really. It's just been a few years since I've had sex. That stretching thing you did helped, but you have to admit, you're hung like a horse. Sure, it felt amazing, but it left me a little tender."
Scott insisted on checking to make sure Ryan wasn't torn before he let him leave the bedroom. It meant Ryan was bent over the bed, boxers down, while Scott inspected him. He would have considered it embarrassing, but he was more touched that Scott was worried about something like that.
"It's definitely red, but not torn." Scott announced from behind him. "I've got a cream that should help. Wait here."
Scott dashed off to the bathroom and came back with a little jar of some kind of ointment. He donned a glove and applied a little bit of it gently to the afflicted area, inside and out.
"Ohh... That feels better..." Ryan moaned. "What is that stuff?"
"Topical pain relief. It's not a good idea to overdo it, since you don't want to lose all feeling in your sphincter, but just a little should help with the tenderness for now. I'll get you an ibuprofen too."
"I don't deserve you..."
"Well, if your boyfriend's 'hung like a horse', he'd better take responsibility for it, right?"
Ryan laughed and threw one of the pillows at him before pulling his underwear back up. In short order they had their morning needs taken care of, and moved to the kitchen. Scott pulled out all the ingredients he'd gotten at Ryan's request. He also pulled out all the kitchenware Ryan said he'd need to get started. They'd planned this well ahead of time. Ryan offered to make french toast, and Scott had been looking forward to it almost more than the sex. Almost.
"Wow... You really went all out, huh?" Ryan marveled over the ingredients, all of them were brand-name. "Heavy cream, aged cinnamon, organic eggs... And fancy bread, too?"
"I got that from my parent's bakery!" Scott said proudly. "It's a new recipe my dad's been trying out. When I told him what we were doing, he said it'd make a great french toast! It's a blueberry muffin brioche bread. He even sliced it thick for us!"
It was indeed the fanciest looking bread Ryan had ever seen. The outside was glossy, and there was a crumble topping. He opened the package and pulled out the end piece to taste it. Even the inside was fancy! It looked like it had something swirled in it! He took a bite, and it practically melted on his tongue.
"Mmmmmmm...."
"See? Good, right?"
Ryan looked to Scott with shining eyes. "This is going to be the best french toast in the. Whole. Damn. World."
They set to cooking. Scott tried to help where he could, but by his own admission, he was by no means a decent chef. Still, he helped beat the eggs, made the coffee, and tried his hand at dipping the bread in the egg mix (though he tore the first piece), and even if he couldn't tell when to flip them he was perfectly capable of doing it once Ryan said they were ready. Ryan still ended up doing most of the work, but it was the first time since he was a kid that Scott enjoyed cooking.
Since the loaf was small, they ended up using the whole thing. Scott busied himself with the toppings from the fridge to set the table while Ryan finished the cooking.
"I think I want a banana to go with this." Scott decided aloud. "How about you?"
Ryan readily agreed and Scott sliced a banana for each of them before they dished up their plates. Now done with the cooking, Ryan was surprised by the toppings Scott had set on the table. There was REAL maple syrup! And whipped cream! Ryan used them lightly. He couldn't afford real maple syrup, or whipped cream, or french toast for that matter, so he wanted to savor every little bit. Scott, on the other hand, used plenty of butter and syrup, and piled his plate with the whipped cream. Ryan thought it was cute, especially when he got cream on his nose with the first bite. He reached out to wipe it off with his finger.
Ryan finally tasted his handiwork. He froze. Even the stuff in restaurants wasn't this good. He couldn't help himself, he danced a little in his seat, which a certain someone found completely adorable.
After breakfast, Scott insisted on being the one to clean up, saying that Ryan did the hard part by cooking. He didn't get off without a little help though. He got the dishes, and Ryan put the food away. Afterwards, they both stripped the bed to wash the sheets, since Ryan insisted on helping with that too.
"How's your butt?" Scott asked after he started the washer.
"Much better, thank you."
"By the way, I was meaning to ask, when is your next heat due?"
They moved to the couch. Ryan leaned against Scott like it was second nature.
"About a little over a week from now. Why?"
Scott was worried it might be that soon. It was too soon to get leave lined up at work. And it was definitely too soon to get Ryan on his insurance.
"Just... Thinking about stuff is all."
"What kind of stuff?"
Scott thought for a second on how to answer. "Do you have everything you need? For your heat, I mean. Food, pads, stuff like that?"
"I should. Though, I wouldn't mind borrowing one of your shirts again. That helped a lot last time."
Scott hugged him, giving him a quick kiss on the temple. "You, my good sir, are welcome to as many of my shirts as you want. Is there anything else I can do to make it easier on you?"
Ryan wanted to say he wanted Scott there with him, that he was tired of going through his heats alone. Having Scott there would make it a thousand times easier. He couldn't ask that though. Scott had an important job, and while he'd been able to sneak out before to help, it's not like he could just drop everything and tend to Ryan and his needs for three days straight. Besides, even though Scott took medicine, wouldn't he be affected too? At least a little? It wasn't a fair request. Besides, he wasn't entirely sure he was ready to let Scott see that desperate side of him.
When Ryan didn't answer, Scott suggested, "What if I got you a new toy?"
"Toy?" Ryan was confused. "I don't collect toys. How would that help with my heat?"
"A sex toy. Something like a dildo or a vibrator you could stimulate yourself with. We could go pick one out after dinner if the place I have in mind is still open then. If not, then we might have to go Tuesday."
Ryan blushed. "I've... never used something like that before... Aren't they... expensive...?"
"Not necessarily. We'll go and look. Besides, after last night, I've been thinking about getting a bottle of EDIBLE massage oil." Scott teased that last part.
Ryan bumped up against him playfully. Massages were definitely something he could get behind. "Why not? It might be fun!"