▲: The facts of life were pretty simple ones to grasp. When a person hits about 12 or 13, they go through puberty. Grow a bit, hormones act up, boy and girl equals baby. Yada yada yada. The problem was, they didn't really explain the part where your crazy spell toting sister changes you into a part cat because she messed up an experiment. And the part where those hormones decided to mix with your human ones into a crazy fucked up cocktail of lust and need. The part where you literally had to stay at home, miserable and hot all over because you were afraid you were going to jump the first person you saw that wasn't your sister. Ah, the joys of going into heat. ( Part cat Dave in heat. NSFW Paragraph, looking for a John. Indulge me, I'm feeling ridiculous :P ))
▼: John had been worried about Dave all day since he hadn't seen him at all! So when his last class of the day ended, he hurried his ass over to Dave's place. He stood before the door and hesitated a minute before knocking on it. "Dave? Are you in there? You haven't been answering any of my texts and I didn't see you at school today.. Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" ((Sorry its a bit short))
▲: Dave let out an involuntary and pitiful meow, hand clamping quickly over his mouth. He pushed himself further against the wall of his closet, trying to absorb the coolness from the plaster and paint, willing himself to calm down. John was here. /John/ was here, at his apartment, and he wanted in. Dave could not deal with that. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to clear his throat. " J-John, don't come in here. I- I'm sick. " he stuttered slightly, cursing himself for losing what cool he had.
▼: He raised his brow a little upon hearing his voice. Dave didn't sound sick at all, so what was he up to? A sigh escaped his lips before he reached down to check if the door was open, and sure enough, it was. John decided that he would have to take a look inside and see for himself what was wrong. "Sick? Dude you don't sound sick." He closed the door behind himself after he was inside, listening to figure out where Dave's voice was coming from exactly. "What the hell is going on Dave?"
▲: " I'm sick dammit!" he growled, tail flicking with irritation. He was trembling slightly, hearing the other come closer and closer. He wanted to see him, he missed John so much. An entire day away from him was torturous, he /needed/ to see him. But he knew better. That was his hormones trying to get him laid. And as wonderful as that sounded, he had a basic sense of dignity left. " Just... Just go away please." he said softly, the words barely audible through the closet door.
▼: John flinched a little from the way Dave yelled at him, feeling a little bit hurt from the tone in his voice. Had he done something wrong..? He had his hand on the doorknob of the closet when Dave had told him to go away, and his grip was slipping a little before he let go. "God Dave.. if you didn't want to see me, all you had to do was say." His hand slipped from the handle as he stood there for a moment, then turning to walk away with his head hanging.
▲: " John I'm... sorry. It's not just you. I just... something's wrong with me John. " he mumbled, ears pressed against his head in shame. He didn't mean to make John upset. John was his best friend, his closest friend. And he didn't want to make him so upset. " I'm sorry... Please don't be upset with me. I'm not trying to be so angry. I just don't want you being upset with me. I don't want you seeing me like this. " he said softly, wishing he could hug and cuddle with the other. Maybe a lot.
▼: He stopped and looked back at him, reaching to open the door again. "Dave, you of all people should know that I don't fucking care what people look like. If you're just overreacting from bad hair day!" John yanked the door open and was shocked to see Dave standing there with the new cat ears and tail. "Uh.. Is this come kind of joke..?
▼: (( I forgot the quotation mark ;;; sorry ))
▲: Dave winced, shrinking back into the closet when he heard the door open. He didn't want the other to see him like that. So needy. " John don't pull this shit, don't you dare make fun of me this sucks more than you could possibly think of." he practically cried, cheeks bright red. " This is horrible. I feel ridiculous and there's all this shit going on with me. " he mumbled, not wanting to tell his best friend that it was taking almost all his concentration and energy not to throw himself down in front of the other and beg for him.
▼: John rubbed the back of his neck a little, feeling genuinely bad for him. "Fuck.. I'm sorry dude. I'm just surprised I guess. Did Rose do this to you?" He carefully reached forward and felt one of the ears, surprised from how warm it was. His ears were so soft and matched his hair perfectly, John couldn't help but smile a little and lightly rubbed at it. "Come on it can't be that bad. Do you have some kinda cat superpowers too?"
▲: (( sorry for being slow me and my grandma are talking. ))
▲: " Rose did it... She's fucking crazy, and she did some stupid spell and I just hate it so mu..ch." he said, voice trailing off. Johns hands were touching him. Oh fucking /hell/ his fingers were amazing and so warm. He couldn't believe that he could be so lucky that John was touching him. He relaxed, his cheeks heating up even warmer as his thoughts wandered to something a bit more graphic. He let out a soft meow before John's words stirred him, his eyes opening up halfway. " N-No... Not really. My senses are just stronger. My sight, my hearing, my smell and... especially my sense of feeling. " he sad softly, nudging his face deeper into the others hand.
▼: He chuckled a little and continued to rub his ear. When he seemed to be enjoying it, John started to rub the other ear with his free hand. It was really cute how he was acting, almost like a real cat. John smiled as he kept at the rubbing until one hand moved to scratch under his chin. "So that must feel pretty nice huh? I've never had a pet before, but you might be turning me into more of a cat person rather than a dog one." He chuckled again.
▲: Dave's lip trembled, and he crawled closer, slowly laying himself down in the others lap, pulling Johns hand with him so that he could keep going. He wanted attention. He wanted to be touched. He wanted John, all of John. His face showed absolute pleasure as the other pet him and he couldn't help but let out a gratified mewl. He gazed up to the other, pupils blown and lids half closed. " feels really good." he said softly, half wishing John would just get it over with and figure it out, and half wishing he wasn't so damn obvious. This was the first time he had felt happy in over two days.
▼: John blushed a little as he watched him push himself into his lap. It had been true that John had developed some feelings for Dave over the years, but he honestly never expected him to ever feel the same way for him. That was probably why he was so uptight about being called a homosexual at school. He bit his lip a little as he continued to pet him, and some of the things slowly started to click for him. "Dave.. if.. if you need anything.. you just have to ask."
▲: Dave's eyelids fluttered slightly, hearing the deep bass of his voice. It was becoming downright painful to try and hide his arousal, and he bit his lip, feeling like he was going to explode. What did that mean? What did John mean when he said something so ambiguous like that? " John..." he whispered, nuzzling his face close to John's stomach. Taking in his scent and giving another tiny mewl. " John... I can't..." he whispered, ashamed of his body and the dumb hormonal shit it was doing. He wanted John so fucking badly, more than anything else. But he wouldn't force himself. He wouldn't make it any weirder than he had to.
