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1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?
Originally, the idea for The Sunlight Hour came from the Kylux Fic Exchange 2018 event! But I felt like there was a lot of potential for it beyond being just a oneshot, so here I am… writing chapter two! It’s taking forever but I’m not giving up!
I wanted to have a fic where Matt and Techie find each other in an unusual situation, and to show that despite the challenges presented by their own personal demons, their love can last 🙂
“We’ll m-make it a good morning,” Techie smiles. Now, more than ever, she needs a bright presence in her life. The sobbing is a clear indication of that. So despite his own aches and emotional baggage, Techie sits up with an indulgent stretch and asks, cheery, “Wh-what do you want for breakfast? I can s-send for something nice.” It was one of the perks of being a top technician with friends amongst the higher-ups, although he rarely, if ever, took advantage of this.
Techie slides off the bed and runs his fingers through his bed-head, not doing much to disentangle it. It actually sticks up funny in the back.
It was odd that he hadn’t seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
“ I’m coming in.” He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasn’t even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didn’t know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldn’t smell techies rut.
Techie was in much the same state; locked up in his room, suffering through the rut all by himself. He didn’t dare take another omega into his bed, knowing they wouldn’t mean anything. It would be a hollow coupling, a pale imitation. Matt was the only one he wanted. The only one he would ever want again.
Once Techie was safely out of rut, he resumed work. But it was torture seeing Matt in the corridors, having their eyes meet and then for both of them to immediately drop their gazes to the floor as though burned.
Several times, he almost reached out to grasp at the edge of his sleeve when they walked past each other. Was this the end of everything?
“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.
Techie shakes his head, smiling. Honestly, he didn’t do anything special. And all this work kept him from overthinking, from churning over of those graphic memories he’d rather bury 6 feet under. It was impossible not to relive them…
But if he worked himself to the bone, Techie would fall into bed and pass out immediately. No dreams, thank the stars! Not even the worst ones could slip by.
“N-no, it’s… it’s my pleasure. Really!”
Matt laid on his back head thrown back back arched slightly, eyes closed tightly. His lips was bit as he fiercely jerked his aching erection. The sound of his door opening made him jerk sitting bolt up in bed. Eyes flying open only to fall upon one very red faced redhead.
“T-t-t-t-Techie?”
He finally stammered out. He felt like his heart had just stopped. Hands grasping at his sheet he pulled over his naked lap and hard dick. He could feel his cheeks flushing eyes falling slightly but not wanting to look at his lap either.
“Uh,” Techie said intelligently. His eyes whirred and refocused on Matt’s covered but painfully obvious cock, throat going dry. There was a charged silence until he speaks up, stammering, “M-Matt… can I… h-help. Uh. Y-you?”
He gestures shyly towards Matt’s lap, licking his lips. When their eyes meet, Techie’s pupils have swallowed up most of the blue.
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