Better This Way (Chapter Five)
The calm before the storm. The sweetness before the angst. God, the feels, THE FEELS!
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Peter’s heat started three days later, and other than a short text a few days ago from Wade saying that he took an out of town ‘job’, he hadn’t heard from the Alpha since their conversation on the roof.
So he told himself not to be too emotional about it, gathered all his supplies and engaged the extra locks on all his doors. Windows were bolted shut and curtains closed. He pulled his favorite toy– a long dildo with a big knot at the base– from his dresser and put it on the end table next to several bottles of water and some protein bars. A waterproof liner over his mattress but under his favorite sheets, and all the blankets tossed into the corner of the room. He’d just sweat through them anyway, and no sense adding to the laundry pile.
Peter kept looking at his phone, kept thinking about calling Wade, or even texting him, because at this point just a message from the Alpha would make him feel better. But eventually he tossed the phone into his closet and threw an arm over his head. It was already almost midnight, nearly pitch black in his room and Peter wished he could just sleep, wished he could just pass out for a few hours to make this part go faster.
Pre-heat–the hours of his body temperature slowly rising, of the ache inside him growing steadily worse, of the arousal that started out as a low buzz and then became something like a scream in his head—
He wished he could just sleep through it.
Or have someone to sit with him through it.
But if Wade wanted to be here he would have been here. He wouldn’t have taken a fucking job somewhere. He would have—
Tap tap tap.
Peter frowned, but chalked the noise up to a mouse or something. This apartment was better than the last place he lived, but still kind of a shit-hole. Mice were to be expected.
Tap tap tap.
No, that was definitely his window.
Peter rolled out of bed, slipped into a pair of shorts and pulled the curtains away from the window, peering out into the dark, grateful for his perfect night vision.
“Oh.” his mouth fell open. “Oh.”