Radek under one side of his open hoodie.
Radek whimpered, trying to communicate that he was sorry, that he’d tried to control the shift, but he didn’t have words, only sounds. As soon as he rested against Yev’s body and smelled him, the sense of calm was so overwhelming, his fur began pushing back in, and he grew.
He mewled in panic.
No.
Not now.
He’d be naked!
But his muscles wouldn’t listen, and expanded within seconds, until Yev stumbled, surprised by his weight and rested Radek’s bare flesh against the smooth wall about three steps away from where two dudes were in the middle of some anal fun.
Radek’s eyes met Yev’s, and he thoughtlessly crossed his ankles behind Yev’s back. He could sense sparks of arousal dancing on his mouth, but then someone entered the space, and the music went dead, leaving the echo of the noise upstairs.
“I’m sorry but we must evacuate the club. There might be a dangerous animal on the premises,” the security guard said. “Pants up, please!”
The couple close by sped up their fervent rutting to finish, but Radek hugged Yev tighter, shivering when he realized what awaited him now. “I don’t have any pants,” he whimpered.
Yev pressed their foreheads together as he lowered Radek to the floor, swiftly removing his hoodie and offering it to him without a word. Others were finishing their sexcapades and dressing frantically, but Radek felt like he was in a bubble of sweet, sweet care only Yev could offer him.
“Thank you,” he whispered and gave Yev a quick kiss.
The hoodie was big enough on him to cover his ass and dick, even if it couldn’t hide the fact that he was naked under it. Without prompting, Yev zipped the garment, and only after a silent exchange of glances did they walk toward the exit. Radek dreaded coming out into the light like this, but he at least had the disgusting stickiness of the floor under his feet to distract him.
“I’m sorry. I thought I had it under control,” he muttered as they joined the other dark room visitors in the march of shame.
“What happened? What was the trigger?” Yev asked, his gaze searching.
Radek swallowed. Thinking of breaking up with you.
“I don’t know.”
Chapter 18 – Radek
Radek groaned and banged his forehead against the old wooden door.
“Sorry, it’s just a bit annoying to open,” he grumbled, trying again and this time attempting to pull on the door handle with his teeth while turning the key. The process was only difficult because Radek no longer had both hands. Life kept reminding him that he was no longer like most people. And it sucked.
Yev exhaled and gently pushed Radek aside to perform the mundane task that was now such a challenge. The door opened, breathing out stale air. The apartment hadn’t been visited by anyone in two months. Radek now had to open all windows to get rid of the dusty odor, and in turn let in the freezing air, as if the evening hadn’t been disastrous enough.
At least he’d gotten his clothes back, because some kind soul handed them in to the Lost and Found, but he’d waited an hour with his toes freezing off until the club security gave the all clear on the ‘fox situation’. In that time, he’d had to continuously keep a smiley facade and spin the tale of how he and Yev lost his clothes in the darkroom. Which, ha ha, so hilarious. Not.
There was no end to his shame.
He was relieved he’d left his place tidy when he’d been here last, just before Christmas.
The light went on, revealing the modern interior with smooth, gray cabinets in the open plan kitchen and a red brick wall behind the sprawling sofa. The display cabinet full of horror movie figurines needed dusting, but everything was as he’d left it.
The apartment looked as usual, but Radek was not the same person who’d lived here two months back.
Everything had changed.
“And… you live here on your own?” Yev asked, toeing off his shoes before stepping in to peek at the three doors down the hallway.
“Yeah, but sometimes friends would crash in the guest room, or I’d rent it out for the summer if I went on vacation.” Radek headed for the kitchen, wary of every action that used to be so easy. He’d gotten the hang of doing some things without his right hand, but it still frustrated him to no end how many everyday tasks presented a challenge to him now.
“I bet you have one of those