to help you with the now-dead store.”
Daniel stuck his tongue out before downing his coffee.
“I always knew you were mature.” Matt laughed at the snort from Daniel. “Later.” He waved as he left the breakroom and made his way to the bus stop. A yawn much bigger than he would have liked escaped, but luckily for him, the bus turned the corner then. The bookstore had been way busier than he’d expected it to be, only slowing down as Matt was finishing his shift. Thankfully, only a moment later, Matt managed to flop into the seat and closed his eyes.
Barring a serious illness, Matt would never turn down an opportunity to have sex with Adam, but just then, he rather hoped Adam’s suppressants were working and he could get a few hours’ sleep before Adam would really need him. If Adam was worked up, sleep would wait, but as tired as Matt was, he hoped more for the sleep.
After getting off the bus and starting along the street, he contemplated stopping at his house for clothes and things. He doubted he’d really need them for anything—when he was at Adam’s place, they didn’t bother dressing much—so he decided to skip it and turned to Adam’s place instead.
He pulled the key out and unlocked the door, then climbed the stairs to the second floor, his feet dragging more than he would have liked. Taking a deep breath, he did his best to set his tiredness aside, as he slipped into Adam’s room. The light filtered through the sheer curtains, giving the whole room—including Adam’s still form on the bed—a soft glow. Matt couldn’t tell if Adam was sleeping, so he focused on kicking his shoes off by the door and stripping as he crossed the room.
“You’re tired.”
Well, that answered that question. “How the hell would you know that? Your back’s turned.”
Adam rolled over and looked up at him, both eyebrows up. “Your steps were slow and heavy coming up.”
“You’re scary.” Matt shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. A bit of rest, and I’ll be fine.”
Adam just sighed at that and waved toward the door. “I’m okay. The injectable is still working, and I took the pill form on time. I should be fine until tomorrow. You can go back and sleep.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “Shut up and move over. I’m too lazy to go back.”
Adam blinked a few times, then gave an aborted shrug since he was still lying down, obviously accepting the ridiculously false excuse. Matt knew Adam hadn’t believed it, but least he didn’t argue it. With no reply, Adam scooted over.
Matt lifted the blankets and slid in under the covers, then settled in against Adam. He pulled Adam close, wrapped an arm around his waist, and then waited. It took a moment. Adam lay still and Matt patiently gave him the time he needed. This, too, was a common thing. Eventually Adam would settle in against Matt’s body, and Matt would spoon him before they fell asleep. Adam fought the kind of intimate position they were in when they slept like this. Matt didn’t know if it was because Adam was afraid he would bite—he didn’t think Adam didn’t trust him like that, but he wasn’t sure—or if it was because he didn’t love Matt and didn’t want to be close like that.
They didn’t often sleep together, at least not outside of Adam’s heats. Matt stayed with Adam because all too often the Sepel wore off in the middle of the night and he wanted to be there to help. They tried to balance Adam’s medication as well as they could between the injectable and the pill form by taking the pill at the right time so it picked up when the injectable wore off. The problem was, Adam could only do the injectable once every forty-eight hours. So, if there was a gap in the pill form during that time, there was nothing they could do—overdosing on the injectable could be lethal. The only recourse they had was to try to ease Adam’s horniness.
There’d only been one time that Matt had been without the Desinocycline—the alpha version of the suppressant—when Adam went into heat. He’d barely been able to keep his head. His dick had been hard for way longer than any guy should ever be. He’d lost count of the number of times they’d had sex in that twenty-four-hour period. They’d gone through at least one full box of condoms, and then some. And he’d had bite