Chapter 4: One more hour
The morning greeted a very stiff Hayes who stood off the hardwood floor with an aching back and bruised knees. You'd mistake his posture and waddled walk as the 'morning after' walk, the one were you got fucked raw the night before, when in reality he'd been the one to do the fucking.
Stepping over the dried semen now just a flaky patch of his hardwood floor, face twisted with disgust, his stomach rolled when he noticed the kitten still passed out on the hardwood floor though he was now pressed against the wall, his once abandoned sweatpants pulled up and over his body even if they were shredded in a few places.
Giving a satisfied smirk at the look of utter content and exhaustion on the kittens face, Hayes quickly ran out of the room when he realized he'd been admiring a sleeping Noah Howard-- and yes, cute was the furthest thing from his mind when he thought of the crumpled mess he'd been.
Slipping into the bathroom and closing the door as quietly as he could, Hayes paused on his way to the toilet when he'd caught a glimpse of himself in the full body mirror on the opposite side of his door. He looked a complete mess, but completely fucked; the evidence of that statement hiding in plain sight.
His hair was standing in each and every direction, a matted mess from sweat and.. Semen- the fuck? Short, jagged claw marks littered his shoulders and the back of his neck, reminding him of Noah's threat and his ruined wall in the living room. Even hours later, and his pupils were still a blown mess, his cock slightly sticky from a mixture of semen and Noah's slick; the sweet smell that would stay permanently etched in his brain.
The gravity of the situation still hadn't caught up to him, and he was left blissfully unaware of exactly what last night meant to the kitten as he took a quick shower and got dressed. It wasn't until he was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast with a scowl on his face as he continuously shot his empty coffee mug a glare-- Thank you, Noah, that it finally settled over him like an ice bath.
Noah's arms wrapped around his waist, slim and cold which immediately reminded Hayes of a snake. "Morning," he heard the kitten mumble, words muffled as he buried his face in the back of Hayes' shirt and if he wasn't stunned into absolute silence, unable to move any part of his body, Hayes was sure a scream that sounded nothing like it came from a grown man, and rather a teeny tiny girl, would have escaped his lips.
Noah placed a gentle but lingering kiss on the nape of Hayes' neck, looking at the man quizzically when a. he didn't respond and b. he looked mortified. Weird humans. Noah shot him a tight-lipped smile nevertheless and exited the room humming. He ventured through the house, grabbing his duffel bag on the way and going into the first bedroom he found. He picked up his toothbrush and some shorts, then stared at his bag thoughtfully.
Noah looked around and found a door to what he gathered was Hayes' closet. He picked out one of Hayes' well-worn sweaters. The heat flash may be gone for now, but it would be back in a couple of hours with a vengeance. And when it did, Noah wanted to be prepared, with Hayes' calming scent wrapped around him. Don't get him wrong. Hayes was still a prick. But he was now Noah's prick. There's a difference.
He stalked into what he presumed was the man's ensuite to clean himself up a bit. He took a shower and made a quick job of drying himself off and tossed the towel aside haphazardly.
Hayes definitely hadn't been hyperventilating like a maniac as he closed and opened his freezer door to try and cool himself off like a fifty year old woman going through menopause while Noah was in the shower, but even if he had been, nobody would ever know. Having to restart breakfast after his mini meltdown resulted in hockey puck for pancakes, shriveled clumps of black bacon, and charred eggs with beautiful black picket fences lining the once yellow yok. To say he was in a pissy mood, would be the play down of the century.
He fucked Noah, yes. He enjoyed it, he did. Did he want it to happen again? That definitely wasn't an entirely displeasing idea considering how tight and responsive the kitten had been, but he didn't want Noah. He wasn't the relationship type of guy, and even if he had been, Noah wouldn't be the first to break his 22 year long spell. He still detested the boy, and just because he dipped his fishing pole in Noah's little own pond of wonderland, didn't mean he had some big eureka moment and realized he was in love with the kitten-- because, no. This wasn't some cliche Rom-Com. He was still sane, and could still see the absolute nightmare that Noah was.
After brushing his teeth and applying a dollop of moisturizer on his face, Noah went back out to join Hayes for breakfast.
"Do you need any help making breakfast?" He chirped innocently. "Can't say it won't end with me being kicked out on my ass and in potential danger of falling into the wrong hands when I'm defenselessly convulsing on your porch stairs, but I can make a decent cuppa," he snarked with a charming smile. Don't push it. "I'm sorry," he mumbled near inaudibly. "I honestly can make a good cuppa," he offered, sheepish.
He was just plating everything when Noah sauntered into the kitchen, wearing Hayes' sweater of course, and offering to do the very thing he got kicked out for last night. "No! I would like to keep the rest of my appliances, and not die from whatever poisonous concoction you cook up," rolling eyes up to Noah, he smiled sarcastically and held up the plate piled high with food. "Now, take your food and stay the fuck out of my kitchen."
Noah shrugged, smile hiding behind his clasped hands. "Okay," he mouthed. The boy eyed the plate in front of him appreciatively, picking up his fork and beginning to shovel his food into his mouth. "Well, this," he mumbled, raking through the rest of his plate, impressed by Hayes' efforts. "This sure is some impressive gourmet cooking."
"You're going to bring pride to our nation someday," Noah said flatly, gouging down his food.
Hayes didn't respond. He got a few bites into his food before he decided, with a rolling stomach, he wasn't hungry. Noah, a child in his eyes all of a sudden, kept watching him like a hawk and Hayes was mentally preparing himself for a screech he was sure the boy would make at any moment.
Eyeing Noah's tail over the rim of his glass, which was filled with Orange juice, much to his disappointment, Hayes idly wondered how his tail hadn't gotten in the way, or been an immediate turn off. In fact, he hadn't really even thought of it until now, nor could he recall actually paying attention to it when they'd had sex, before or during.
Noah raised his eyes up to the evident mess that was Hayes Mathews this morning. It should be the other way around, really. Noah's the one who lost his virginity among them, and Noah's also the one who was biologically designed to not be able to control his sexual instincts. Oh well. "Can I help clean up after, then?" He chirped, grabbing onto Hayes' hand as he passed.
Swiping away the thoughts swamping his mind as he scraped his plate in the garbage and deposited both it and his cup in the steadily growing pile in his sink, Hayes turned to retreat to his room to get dressed in something more appropriate for the day, meaning not just some shirt he'd found on his bathroom floor and a pair of old joggers, when Noah grabbed him.
"What do you want to do today?" He asked conversationally. "When we're not indisposed with matters of more pressing concern, I mean?"
Hayes jerked back, feeling physical pain from the simple contact and though he knew it was all psychological, he couldn't help but imagine his flesh sizzling before his eyes, masking the already scabbed over gouges from his and Noah's disagreement yesterday.
Hissing lowly, Hayes backed away from him and kept a close eye on him, to assure he wouldn't move. "I'm going to work. You know that thing a mature adult does to actually pay their own bills?" he said, not hiding his distaste at the idea of spending a full day with him. Then, added under his breath, "we can't all have a Lincoln."
Noah's face dropped when Hayes backed away like his touch burned him. He frowned. Hayes didn't seem to mind when he was fucking him last night. Noah shook his head to himself and plastered a smile onto his face. "What do you do? Do you make puppies cry for a living? I'm sure you do a great job at what you do then," Noah teased, intent on keeping the conversation lighthearted. "Thank God for Lincoln" he returned, rolling his eyes, beginning to get annoyed at Hayes' judgment.
Again, he ignored the remarks. Smirking when Noah rolled his eyes, something Hayes had found him doing a lot lately, the older man gestured around the apartment. "I have no idea how you spend your days, but I can't imagine you do anything eventful." He said with a grin. "Scratch that, you've managed to keep from burning down Lincoln's loft, so I suppose that's a win when you're involved."
"Oh, I get it. This, is your job," he held his arms out, gesturing. "At least you're dedicated to it. Tell me, how much do they pay you to walk around acting like you have a stick up your arse 24/7?" Noah stood up, following Hayes into the other room and climbing onto his lap before he could protest.
"It's okay, I can learn to live with it," he informed, kissing the man on his nose. "Now what do you suggest I can do to help around the house? Lincoln asked me to carry my weight when I got here." He frankly did not give a flying fuck about Lincoln's request. It was probably his hormones, whatever it was, it was driving him towards the instinctual need to be good for Hayes.
Heats. This time, in addition to the physical exhaustion, it brought a whole new entirety of mental exhaustion, circling around the fact that he'd had sex with Hayes and his inner submissive was now responding to it. In ways that he's never had to deal with before.
Hayes had tried closing his bedroom door to deny Noah access, but apparently a closed door meant little to the kitten as he curled up on Hayes' lap and kissed his nose before the older man could react. Pulling his head back and out of Noah's reach, he held his arms up and off to the side, ensuring he wouldn't touch Noah, accidentally or-- no, he'd never touch him intentionally. Last night was a fluke, a flaw in judgement and, well, it's obvious actually. The fumes from whatever Noah had put in the blender had fucked with him.
Without hesitation or even a second thought, Hayes was pushing Noah out of his lap and standing to erase any and all chances of what had just happened, to happen again. "I do that pro-bono, though many companies have offered me a pretty penny to remove said stick," Hayes snarked back before pointing towards his open door. "Now exit before I drag you out of here and handcuff you to the couch. I have to get ready for my job, which is working as a drafting engineer." He said, following with, "not that it's any of your business."
Noah fell off Hayes' lap with a startle. "Mm, that's hot," The cheeky boy quipped, holding his wrists out to Hayes teasingly at the handcuff comment. Drafting engineer. Noah's eyebrows raised at that. That sounded important. He couldn't have guessed greasy-haired no-bullshit Hayes could possibly have the charisma or whatever it took for a job like that.
When he realized Noah wasn't budging from his place now perched on the floor next to the bed, Hayes huffed in annoyance and stripped from his clothes; having zero shame. Noah had already seen him naked, had fucked himself on his cock last night, so a little nudity wouldn't scar him that bad. Grabbing a long sleeved mint green button up shirt from his closet, paired with a simple pair of black skinny jeans minus the rips in the knees, Hayes pulled the clothing on followed by a pair of black shoes that had a small, maybe ¼ inch heel.
His long hair was pulled into a bun on top of his head, flyaways really showing the I-don't-give-a-fuck mood he currently had. "Don't touch anything," he growled while fixing his collar, only now remembering Noah had asked him what he was to do while he was away at work. "Just-- watch tv, and try not to break anything. I know how much you love to destroy things, but could you, for once, not give into your natural urges?" Like you did last night, Hayes added silently, but what exactly did that say about him? He hadn't necessarily pushed him off, and gave in with little persuasion.
Noah scampered to try and keep up with him, biting his lip nervously as he watched him dress. "Y-you're actually leaving?" Noah asked quietly.
A deep frown settled on his face as he debated voicing his concerns. "You can't leave," he tried, clenching his hands anxiously and shrinking in on himself a little. "Hayes the heat flashes... will come back," he informed the man, raising his eyes to gauge his response. "Since we mated, I can't go back to dealing with it myself," he explained, walking around after the man like a lost puppy. "When will you be back?"
When Hayes didn't seem like he had any intention of ditching his plans to leave, Noah took a deep breath and launched himself at the man, curling around his legs and not letting go. "You can't leave!"
His arms were wrapped around Hayes' calves tightly. "If you struggle, my kitten claws come out. I can't help it- it's a natural reflex." He rested his face against Hayes' legs, the warmth from the man seeming to calm him down. What the fuck? Until last night, a nearby Hayes made Noah's skin crawl.
He looked up at Hayes' face with uncertainty.
Hayes wasn't sure what had snapped in his brain to make him think that this would have been a good idea. Trying to shake his leg free of the kitten's grasp, he glared. "You wouldn't Dare. It's not like ninety percent of my body's already covered in your marks." He hissed, honestly displeased with the entire thing but with the smirk he received from Noah, he knew the kitten was entirely too pleased. "Fuck off, Noah, and let me go to work. It's for two fucking hours, Christ sakes."
Hayes sure was grumpy. And difficult. So. Fucking. Difficult. Good thing he now belonged to Noah, the boy thought with a satisfied smile, nuzzling his face into Hayes' leg and kissing him there. Noah would condition his human well. He'd at least make the man bearable, he resolved. He smiled up at Hayes. "Looked like you were planning on staying at home until you snapped."
"I'm sorry I annoyed you. Please stay?" He implored, giving Hayes his most convincing kitten face. It had worked on Lincoln a hundred and eighty three times. His sparkly anime eyes were too hard to resist.
He huffed incredulously when it seemed to have no effect on Hayes. Who the fuck even was he. When the man shook his leg again, Noah held on tighter, willing his claws to not dig into him. Hayes was probably in enough pain. He didn't need to be clawed at on top of having a stick up his arse, the boy mused to himself.
Hayes had already called in yesterday and explained his rather unpleasant predicament to his boss, and while the man was busy laughing-- because Hayes Mathews had actually agreed to take Noah Howard in, the man he swears he hates- he gave Hayes the next two weeks off-- for the off chance Hayes let the kitten stay the entire duration of Lincoln's trip.
The man's wife was a kitten, his kids an array of kitten hybrids and simple humans, so he understood completely why Hayes needed time off. He would just be waiting with his tv on the news, expecting to either see Hayes' entire apartment building having burnt to the ground, or the curly haired man's mugshot with a gruesome description on a helpless kittens murder.
Today his entire reasoning for going into work was to sort through their latest project, and help guide them in the right direction; which meant he was going to hide everything they've done so far, and set them on a different path until he returned. He'd probably throw in an existing product and tell them to modify the already 'perfect' thing to increase efficiency and improve performance. That would keep them busy for a few days, at least.
Shaking his leg once again, Hayes finally gave a growl and with a lot of focus and struggle, he was able to reach a hand behind him to grab Noah's wrist. That was all it took; one free wrist to haul him up and with little thought, he hefted him up and over his shoulder, arm locked over the back of his thighs like a tight bar on a ride at a carnival. "You're fully capable of taking care of yourself," Hayes said, reaching into his nightstand drawer to grab the metal handcuffs that jingled and made his heart sing. Throwing Noah down on the bed, he gave him little opportunity to struggle free and clasped the handcuff around his one wrist, moving the metal links to wrap around a bar that made up his headboard, before closing the other cuff around his wrist; thoroughly locking him in place.
He gasped when he was picked up and carried, thrashing in Hayes' hold. Noah's eyes widened when he saw the actual metal handcuffs in Hayes' grasp. He mewled at the man, looking up at him uncertainly. "You can't— what if I have to..." he sputtered, tugging at the chains to find there was no give.
"Hayes, don't leave me alone. You don't understand," he yelled watching him exit, raising his voice to be heard the further away Hayes went. "What if—" he trailed off, hearing the heavy front door shutting. He deflated at the knowledge that he was alone, second wave of heat hanging overhead with his hands indisposed. Let alone having no toys to ride it through. He took small, controlled breaths, closing his eyes and praying his body could keep its shit together for two hours and then bitch at him for not being fucked. If only.
Clearly, the deities Noah prayed to, had no mercy to spare. Because 30 minutes later, Noah's body started to heat up to an unnatural temperature again. He let out a shuddery breath as his groin started to burn, the sensation slowly crawling through the entire expanse of his body. The handcuffs grazed against his wrists uncomfortably as he tried to grant his swelling length some much-needed friction. He tried grinding down on the bed with no avail, groaning when he realized yet again, that his movements were restricted.
His body didn't seem to know or care about that however, a primal urge driving his hands towards his genitals, getting themselves marred in the process. He shouted frustratedly, and with a few tears escaping his eyes, he sagged back in defeat. And then another tide of pain coursed through him, making his body arch with a scream. What Hayes didn't know was that once mated, a hybrid couldn't get through their heat without their partner. At least until a fortnight after the mating. So the heat flash Noah was currently experiencing was not going to subside until he was filled with Hayes' dick. He began to sob in pain, finding the alarm clock in the room with blurred eyes.
One hour more.
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