This heat is good for something, Jack learns.
Jack comes home from the gym, because yes he still goes to the gym during a heatwave, it has strong air conditioning and it's part of his routine, without going to the gym every day before his shift he just doesn't feel right, so he goes and still sweats his ass off.
He's still sweating his ass off when he walks in the door at home, wiping his forehead with any dry part left of his forearm. And there's no call out from Robby, no indication of where he is, at least until Jack says, "This heat is something, huh?" and takes off his shoes, goes to the couch to take off his leg.
And then his werewolf boyfriend Robby appears, big eyes and a flushed face and a whine already in his throat, because the full moon is tomorrow and he's close to feral already. Extra hair sprouting in all kinds of places on his body, which Jack loves. Less inhibitions, which Jack also loves.
And a highly increased sense of smell.
Robby rushes over to him, nuzzling into his neck with another needy, pathetic whine, licking at the sweat that's gathered on Jack's collarbone. "Oh," Jack laughs. "Do I smell good, big guy?"
He leans back and lets Robby get a good lick of him, a good long smell of his neck and his jaw, eyes shut in bliss, and then Robby moves down his body. Licking at his chest, pawing at his tanktop until Jack peels it off. Robby gets his fill there, groaning and huffing at his sweat, while Jack just lets him.
In addition to the extra hair, Robby's tail has sprouted a day early, and it starts quickly thumping the ground in excitement when he moves down to breathe in Jack's gym shorts.
"Robby, baby," Jack says, "I think I forgot to put deodorant on before I left."
Robby whines again, looking up at him with those big, wet, brown eyes, nuzzling into his crotch, inhaling, taking it all in. He's past words, just gripping Jack's hips with the tips of his claws, seeming like he's content to stay there forever.
"You want me to take 'em off?" Jack whispers. "Get the full experience?" He starts thumbing them down just to tease.
Robby whines with even more excitement, and Jack knows he's in for an evening of getting sucked and eaten so thoroughly he can't remember his own name; hickeys on his thighs, and above all, horrible beard burn from Robby rubbing his face between his sweaty thighs, his musky crotch, getting every last huff of his scent.
Yeah, the heat wave is good for something.
