Chapter 13
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Rylan's POV
As usual, Lucas finds a way to ruin things.
"Just leave." I deadpanned for the third time.
"This is my house." He was clearly amused by my sudden appearance and my urgency to have him gone. "Did you even try to dry your hair? It's still wet."
"It's damp at best." I brushed off, knowing it would be completely dry in a few minutes. "Do you know how fast I had to shove a douche up my ass? Sorry I wasn't really worried about my hair."
He finally pushed himself out the apartment's doorway and welcomed me in with a wave of his hand. "So you want me to stay at my old place tonight?"
"You can just say my place," I rolled my eyes after I was inside, "but yeah."
"What if I don't want to?"
"You're more than welcome to listen to me c*m, I don't mind."
"You're disgusting."
"I'll show you how disgusting I can get-"
"Alright, alright." He stopped me before I could go too in detail. "I'll leave~ I have a bag already packed and everything."
"Why do you have to make everything difficult?"
He shrugged and swiped his backpack off their couch. "So," he wiggled his eyebrows, "what do you think?"
"Of what?"
"My place."
"I've been here before."
"I don't care, humor me. What do you think?"
"I'd like it a lot more if you weren't here."
He made a noise of disagreement and looked like he was finally leaving. "I'm gonna j******f in your bed."
"Think about me."
He blew me a kiss that I properly rejected before he was swinging the door shut and he was gone.
Fucking finally.
When Kyler texted me that Chet was in heat and suggested that the two of us help him, my mind went blank.
I did tell him to text me but I hadn't expected it to be so soon and about that. Though, I was hardly complaining. The only things I could complain about were my rushed shower and how I had to make use of my quick douching skills.
It felt kinda fast, what happened to talking, but it's not like Chet planned to go into heat. I could only feel pleased that he even thought about asking me for help.
I didn't ask what 'help' meant but if I used my context clues correctly, it meant s*x or something close to it.
If not, this was about to be really awkward for all of us.
Chet's POV
[Before Rylan got there]
It's hot.
I miss Rylan.
Kyler smells nice.
I was grateful Kyler gave me enough time to slide a pair of boxers on before he sat down and talked with me. Kyler barely comes in my room, I silently realized. It's always me going to his room.
Instead of looking around to see if I left a mess anywhere, I pressed my pillow further into my lap. Even if I wasn't touching myself anymore, my boner wouldn't go down for a while.
At least not until I came a few times.
When I realized my heat had came, I already felt tired. I hated my heats so much, all I wanted to do was sleep but I felt so warm and couldn't ignore the desperate need to get off.
It gets hard having to deal with it myself every time. I didn't mind never having a boyfriend or girlfriend but when it came to my heats, I grew envious of people who did.
Even if it was only a little, they could help them through their heats.
And if I couldn't have a partner, I wish my heats didn't last as long. All my friends' never lasted as long as mine did. I'd do anything to just have it last a day.
So yeah, when I first felt the symptoms of my heat, I felt extremely tired.
But then Kyler offered to help.
I still wasn't looking forward to how long my heat would last, but I was looking forward to spending time with Kyler.
And maybe Rylan.
My mind didn't feel all there but I could still understand what Kyler was saying, even if it took me a few extras seconds to process. "Was he mad?" I asked worriedly. "That I didn't tell him that we.."
Understanding what was left unsaid, "We didn't tell him, and he wasn't mad. He was a little annoyed though."
"Really?" I frowned. I should've told him, I knew this. I should've told him a while ago. "Does he still like me?"
What if he doesn't? There's a chance he doesn't like me anymore.
Will he still answer my texts? Should I text him now to see if he responds?
Kyler smells like Rylan.
I'm hot.
Before I could mentally panic, Kyler dropped his hand on my head and petted my head. One, two, three strokes and then his hand was gone. "Of course he still likes you. He even said he wants the three of us to talk."
"Talk?" This only made me more worried, "About what?"
"Probably about going out, I don't know."
My eyes quickly shifted up to his. I didn't even consider that a possibility- "Really? You think so?" At his nod, I felt my stomach flutter with anticipation. "I want to.."
He didn't answer at first but I did feel his hand start petting me again. Somehow, it made me feel a little less hot. "Me too." Me too, me too, me too,
"You like Rylan too?" Before he could answer, "Ah-! I said 'too' cause you like me, right? You said the other day.."
What if I'm wrong, I could be wrong, what if he doesn't and I just-
"Yeah, I like you." He gave me a once over. "A lot, so stop worrying. I'm starting to like Rylan too."
"Okay." I breathed out. It's so hot, my stomach feels like it's in knots. To distract myself, I let myself lean into his pets.
Kyler explained most of what happened between him and Rylan and it made me hopeful but worried at the same time. I didn't want him to be any type of disappointed or mad at me because I should've told him, I wish I had told him, why didn't I tell him.
I knew I had to tell Rylan eventually, especially since we've been talking more but I could never bring myself to.
Because telling Rylan might have meant losing Kyler.
But now, Kyler says he likes me and he likes Rylan too. And Rylan likes me and Kyler. So it's okay to be hopeful, right? It's not selfish? Morgan said it was okay to be greedy. I wanted to, I wanted to be greedy too.
When I saw Kyler's phone light up with a text, I immediately leaned over so I could see. "Is it him? What did he say?"
Rylan: help with his heat?
Rylan: yeah, if he's okay with it
My stomach tensed after reading his text. "Tell him I am." I insisted hurriedly, almost worried Rylan would take it back if we didn't answer right away. "He said yes to helping, so he still likes me." I mumbled to myself. Please like me.
Kyler set his phone aside after sending back a response and turned towards me. "Why do you always worry if people like you or not? You're a very likable person, I haven't met anyone who hasn't yet."
"I don't care if other people do, I just want you two to like me."
It's hot.
"How many times should I say it for you to believe me?"
I glanced at him. "..Maybe one more time."
He gave me a tired look but there was a fond smile playing at his lips. "I like you a lot, even when you take my hoodies without asking me."
My mouth opened before immediately closing. I forgot I was wearing- "I was! I was looking for you but you weren't home. It's your fault." I insisted, just so he wouldn't focus on my blush. "You said you were going home and then you didn't."
"Sorry, sorry." He soothed with a gentle laugh. "I'll be sure to tell you everywhere I go from now on."
"I usually know where you are."
"Mhm, we spend a lot of time together."
"Oh yeah." I mumbled. "Because of that too."
His head tilted towards me and he seemed to study me for a moment. "I've never seen you in heat before. I thought you'd be a lot more horny."
"I am." I lifted the pillow and showed him the tent in my boxers before covering it again. "You're just distracting me, I really wanna c*m right now though."
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