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Johnny/Bull omegaverse, lil snippety snip

Date: 29/04/2020 17:27 (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] arwen88
Hi! This week I started a little Bull/Johnny, but it's going really slow because of me getting stuck for a month. And because of the getting stuck I'm not too sure of it :(

Johnny woke up from his nap feeling both a little better and a lot worse. The nausea and headache that had followed him from Aldbourne to London were thankfully gone, but he could feel his tank top drenched in sweat, not to mention the pressing need that seemed to have hooked itself in his lower belly while he was asleep.

It wasn’t difficult to do a two plus two and finally see that his heat was starting, the pills he had taken enough to keep the pheromones down to normal levels, to cover the scent, help him at least keep a level head. And yet, it also meant that the leave he had planned with Bull for weeks was going to be totally ruined.

Of course it wasn’t anything new omegas and even alphas starting their heat on leave, as soon as their bodies seemed to understand there was reason to believe they could finally relax.

He sighed deeply and turned on the bed, throwing a glance at Bull lying on the other half of the king size bed.

It had been a conscious decision to ask for that room, what with the bed being comfier than just a single bed for each, what with them hoping to get some action while in town. Something to relax with, maybe to brag about with the others in front of a beer later on. Even if they would have had to take turns in using the room.

Of course with Johnny feeling unwell even before reaching London, they had checked in right away, and now Johnny could only be glad to find out that Bull had stayed in too.

At least he could explain the situation right away, he told himself. Or find a solution.

Bull was laying on his back, a newspaper half rolled in one hand as he read some article. Just like Johnny, he had gotten rid of his boots, jacket and shirt before laying down.

Thankfully, as he watched carefully the relaxed face of his friend and his powerful body, Johnny knew that it wasn’t just the heat making him think Bull was a real pretty specimen of a man, the thought actually a recurrent one.

Johnny reached out with one hand, gently putting it over Bull’s forearm to catch his attention.

It worked right away, Bull turning his gaze on him with his eyebrows just a little arched. “Hei, Johnny. You alright?” he asked softly, clearly still worried about what might have gotten Johnny up and all twisted inside.

Johnny nodded, not even lifting his face from the pillow, and slowly brushed his hand up and down Bull’s arm.

“Want to take a guess at what’s coming over me?” He smirked just a touch, trying to make light of it despite the growing desire to just straddle Bull’s lap and beg for some sex.

Bull frowned worriedly, raking his eyes up and down Johnny’s form. Only then he seemed to realize how flushed he was, how the sweat had made the tank top stick to his body, the embarrassing bulge in his pants.

Johnny knew exactly the moment Bull understood from the way his eyes grew round in surprise.

“Oh! Oh…” The frown was back in full force as Bull looked back to his face. “Do you want me to - dunno, ask for another room? Maybe two single beds? You need a medic or something?”

“I’m fine.” Johnny shook his head, but let his hand slowly travel up Bull’s arm, taking stock of how more velvety the skin was up there over the man’s shoulder. “Would be better if I knew an alpha was here to fuck me.” He pointedly snapped his eyes up to meet Bull’s gaze.

Bull looked even more surprised than before, but slowly he put away the newspaper and the cigar he hadn’t even lighted up yet. He took his time before speaking, seemingly collecting his thoughts while Johnny tried to content himself with simply caressing his friend’s shoulder.
Edited Date: 29/04/2020 17:50 (UTC)

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