Touch Of Dawn

Chapter 4

A/N:
Did you really think everything will go smoothly? Nah, nothing ever goes smoothly :D

Chapter 4

Once Brett was gone, Eddy slumped against the wall. Shit, everything hurt - but he wasn't weak, so he couldn't let himself succumb to it. With a few deep breaths, he pushed off the wall - there was plenty of time to relax when he was in the warm water of the shower. He hobbled over to it, turning the knob to the highest setting. He liked it hot and steamy. While he waited for it to heat up, he took his collar off.

The omega had to admit he was spoiled and missed Ray's presence. The man always showered with him afterwards, making sure he was all clean and his muscles weren't cramping, and they'd even share soft kisses as they goofed off. Shower time was usually the best part. Not this time around though. His omega wanted to mourn that he had to figure out how to clean out by himself, since it's not like he had ever done things raw.

Eddy's mindset was stronger than his instinct, in this case, even if he missed Ray's stupid commentary. He stepped under the scorching heat without a second thought, resting his forehead against the tiled wall as he shoved fingers into himself to shovel the byproduct of their relations out.

Brett took only a 2 minute shower - he just wanted the sweat and the semen off - and dried himself. A pair of boxer shorts were the only thing he put on, and then he went to the living room. He threw the condom away after rinsing it out so his home didn't stink like a brothel, and cleaned the couch a bit. Thankfully, his housekeeper insisted on putting a second layer of covering over the couch, so he just took the blanket with all the bodily fluids and threw it in a hamper. Then he opened the automatic doors to let fresh air inside.

Eddy came into the living room silently, only a towel hanging loosely around his rather slim hips, and his collar in his hands. He had taken a while to get out of the shower, but the motivation to do so was lacking. The water was warm and safe, like a gentle embrace - except for it burning his skin.

He glanced around for his clothes and holsters. Eddy knew there was absolutely no way he could fly out tonight. His ass felt like it had been split in two. Sitting on his dragon would be pure torture, although he'd do it if he had to.

Brett came out of the kitchen to see Eddy standing in his living room.

"I can lend you clothes, if you want? Otherwise, your clothes are on the couch, far left."

The alpha took a big gulp from the ice cold water he got himself from the fridge and leant against the wall, following Eddy with his eyes.

He had a damp towel slung around his neck and crossed his ankles. While he wasn't as lean or muscular as Eddy, his shoulders were broader than one would think, and he had a hint of a six pack. Also, his arms were quite evenly muscled.

His eyes zoomed in on the way Eddy stood and moved, trying to see if the omega was in pain or not. This omega was very hard to read. Brett never had this much trouble.

"I don't know if your things would fit me, I'm a bit taller than you, after all, so I don't think you want me to be strutting around in something that resembles booty shorts and a crop top." Eddy shot back, but there was no bite, just a small smile on his face. "But a change of clothes may be nicer than wearing my stiff uniform."

Brett nodded and took another gulp from the bottle. He threw the empty bottle in the trash and walked to his bedroom.

"I think I have something that would fit you quite nicely."

In his bedroom, he went to a different wardrobe than his own and fetched a bright pink hoodie and large, soft sweatpants. Arriving back at the living room, he gave Eddy the clothes.
"They're fresh." They only smelled faintly of Brett because he had them in his hand. It was mostly the laundry detergent, which was a nice, soothing oceanic smell. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"