A Puzzling Fit

E01: A Day Unlike Any Other

A Day Unlike Any Other

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Gulf moaned.

Achy, sore, tired - everywhere. And super grossly icky . The white duvet partially covering his face was a godsend against the shimmering morning light; the warmth soothing against his naked arm hanging over the bedside. Well, his naked everything. He's entirely naked. The duvet might cover his face, but not his back. At least one of his satin sheets was covering his bruised backside and thighs. The sheet felt nice against his gradually cooling but still so sensitive skin. His exposed shin and feet felt a bit cold right about now.

Heats were the worst.

But it was just a part of life, a cycle just like any other one needed to go through. And his, thankfully, only occurred once every three months instead of monthly.

Gulf moaned again and tried to curl into his body, creaky-like limbs after a strenuous heat week. He heard rustling and felt the sheet moved to cover his whole body. The duvet was lifted and he felt a brush of lips on his shoulder. A strong hand brushed against his skin, massaging the sore muscles down his back under the sheet. Warm hands pressed against his lower spine and caressed the skin right under his buttocks, his heat slick drying down his thighs. He's still producing some fluid out of his tender and abused entrance, a common thing after his heats. At the end of the day, it will be gone along with all the heat-haze. A strong body covered his back, continuously pressing and soothing his sore muscles. It felt nice.

"Just go back to sleep. I'll get you the heat pads," the alpha's voice rumbled against his shoulder, thick with sleep and exhaustion. The body heat went away and Gulf reflexively bunched up his shoulders, burrowing into the duvet. Cold.

Gulf lulled himself to sleep with the cluttering around him and sighed halfway into unconsciousness; phantom hands cleaned him up and putting heat patches all over his body. He was gone to the world halfway through the aftercare.

A Day Unlike Any Other

Gulf trudged gingerly towards the kitchen island, hand reaching for the stool. Plopped himself in front of the steaming mug of ginger tea already prepared for him. It was in his black mug with the picture of a sunflower and the customised 'World's Best Duck Doctor. I'm Calm Cus I Have Lotsa Patients' written on the other side. It was a gag gift from his roommate a few years back and in retaliation Gulf handed the dude a customised yellow one saying 'Watch Out I'm a Badass Weapons Engineer. I Thrive On Caffeine and Last Minute'. Funny enough, both mugs became their respective owner's favourite.

The first gulp, warm spicy tea down his throat, had Gulf sighing. He took a hot shower and put on his fuzziest ensemble, feeling a bit chilly and waiting for his body to readjust to normality. His sex still felt tender, his tush sore so he carried the plate ladened with croissants, butter and his favourite raspberry jam and his mug to the coffee table in the den. He doubled back for his after-heat pills before settling in the lush comfort of his sofa.

His roommate's door opened and out came the alpha, freshly showered. He went into Gulf's room and came out with an armful of sheets and bed covering stained with their heat activity. He came back with a basket full of Gulf's dismantled nest of pillows and their clothes. The other man started their shared laundry, never one to delay when it came to cleanliness, the neat freak.

"Feeling better?" He threw at Gulf as he passed the slouching omega. The young doctor manoeuvred himself sideways and made himself comfortable lying down.