***

After Damon finished his giggle fit, Jun didn't ask anything else, and so Damon went down the hall. Jun followed, clearly not knowing the plan – up until Damon found the closet where he stored all his extra bedding and got out a pillow and blanket. Jun blinked uncomprehendingly at the items, staring after Damon as he wordlessly passed Jun and went back out to the living room.

It was almost funny how horrified Jun looked when Damon spread out the pillow and blanket on the couch.

Damon didn't even get the chance to sit on his makeshift bed before Jun swiftly lifted him up into a princess carry and made a comically fast beeline for the bedroom. Suddenly several feet off the ground, Damon instinctively wrapped his arms around Jun's neck, flailing his feet. What? He'd never been lifted like that before. Despite being an omega, Damon was still a full-sized man. It wasn't often that people went around trying to pick him up.

"Hey," Damon complained – but it was too little too late. They had already reached the bedroom. Apparently, Damon would not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

Jun glanced at Damon's raised eyebrow as he set him down on the bed and unashamedly said, "House rules. You sleep in the bed."

Damon snorted. "Just me? Or do you invite all your guests to share your bed?"

Teasing had never been Damon's strong suit. Especially not for the purposes of flirting. And yet somehow, he found himself leaning back on his elbows on the bed, looking up at Jun from the new angle. It wasn't until he noticed the pure heat in Jun's eyes that he realized his actions could be construed as an invitation, and quickly straightened. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Well, if you're sure. Just kick me out if you get too annoyed that I keep stealing the blankets." Damon attempted to phrase it like a challenge, jokingly, of course – as if he was daring Jun to really kick him out – and some of the heat left Jun's eyes, so it must have worked.

Damon slid up the bed to crawl under the covers and Jun quickly followed suit, climbing in on the other side. Then – there they were. In the same bed. Staring at each other. Damon rested his right cheek on the pillows, facing toward Jun, and Jun mirrored him. Jun was good at staring. He'd had a lot of practice. Damon, however, quickly grew uncomfortable with direct eye contact, and squinched his eyes shut to attempt to actually fall asleep.

It was sad that he even tried. With a frustrated sigh, Damon shifted slightly to get more comfortable, and forced himself to look directly into Jun's eyes.

...It was strangely more comforting than he thought it would be. After a few minutes, Damon slowly became less self-aware – his focus moving from seeing himself through Jun's eyes, thinking about how Jun must see his messy hair and tired skin, to just focusing on Jun. As this carried on, in complete silence but for the gentle rhythm of their breathing, Damon found himself growing sleepier, weirdly comforted by the blanket of Jun's attention.

Unfortunately, he wasn't quite sleepy enough to actually fall asleep. He hummed slightly, and frowned, thinking of something he'd remembered earlier. When he refocused, he found Jun looking at him with a questioning expression.

Well. Might as well say what's on his mind while he was too relaxed to really worry about it, right?

"Jun," he started, quietly, "You said a while ago that you've had sex, but haven't been in a relationship before...don't say anything if you don't want to, I just wondered – "

Jun shifted forward, cutting Damon off because – wow, he was close. He wasn't smiling, but it was there, just under the surface. "I was a stupid kid," he said simply. "I wanted. I just didn't want the right things."

And that was all he said on the matter. Damon felt he could understand.

They drifted off to sleep that way, only a few scant inches apart.

***

Damon was startled awake by thrashing. In a disoriented state half between wakefulness and sleep, Damon felt the bed dip drastically, until he was almost thrown off of it. He caught himself on the edge of the bedside table and sat up. "Jun?" he said in confusion, searching blindly for him in the dark.

Calling out was Damon's mistake. The thrashing stopped abruptly, replaced by an eerie stillness. And then, suddenly, there was the familiar sound of Jun's purr, and then the bed dipped and shifted again – a warning.

Jun pounced on Damon, and Damon fell back against the bed with a soft 'oomf.' Damon quickly took stock of the situation. Jun's brain was clearly off right now – he'd been overtaken by the heat, and Damon reminding him of his presence had only reminded the wolf in Jun that his partner was right here for the taking. So Jun's hungry eyes, glinting at him through the darkness, were not Jun staring back at him, but the alpha, pressed right up against the surface. Jun had him completely immobilized, Damon's wrists pinned above his head, with his lower body crushed by Jun's weight.

This was very different from the situation in the woods. Damon hadn't been prepared. It had simply been a case of the wrong time and the wrong place. Though Damon had told Mark that he and Jun wouldn't have sex...if Jun really did go into a fit, Damon had already known what he would do. He wasn't stupid. Of course he had a plan.

What was that plan?

Well, Damon had had a lot of time to think while he and Jun were separated over the past week. And a lot of time to buy things on impulse. Hell, he had already told Jun he would be his heat partner – he had to stock up on essentials.

So the condoms stuffed in the pockets of Damon's jacket weren't there by accident, okay?

The problem was that Damon's jacket was all the way by the front door. And he doubted Jun would have the sense right now to peacefully let Damon get up and get them. Damon's mind was flying a mile a minute. Alright. Okay. This was fine. He just had to take the edge off, right? Take the edge off Jun's heat, and while he's in a lull, Damon could go grab them.

It was the perfect plan. Except that Jun was looking at him like he was a meal – and by the way his very hard dick was poking against Damon's inner thigh...Damon wasn't sure anything but full sex was on the table right now.

Then maybe...it was time to let the Other Damon out to play.