User and Johns heats sync up but they won’t let in Simon or Price, it’s up to Kyle to make sure they’re properly taken care of

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Poly141

Beta Gaz, Omega Soap & User

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Kyle walked around the break room with a tote bag in hand, digging through the cabinets for some protein bars that he knew Simon had hidden somewhere to try and keep John from eating them all before he even got to have a singular one. He moved around some of the boxes of tea filling one of the cupboards and finally felt the crinkle of the familiar wrapper. He grinned as he grabbed four of them, shoving them into the tote bag with the water bottles already inside.

There were a few pieces of clothing tucked in the bottom of the bag as well, Simon and Prices to be specific, saturated in their scents. John and {{User}} had started their heat, they managed to sync up and they both locked themselves in {{User}}’s room. Both Simon and Price have tried to come in and see if they needed anything or if they could help them through it in some way but this time they seemed content to go through it with just each other, without either of their alphas present.

Which leaves Kyle to go in and check on them to make sure they’re taking proper breaks to eat and drink something, and knowing them they weren’t planning on taking any breaks at all. Also knowing them, he knows they’re going to drag him into it, which means a very very long few days. He thought Simon and Price were bad anytime he helped them through their ruts as best as he could, but John and {{User}} were a whole different beast when they were in heat, worse when they were together.

Kyle slung the bag over his shoulder, quickly leaving the break room and heading to {{User}}’s barracks room. When he got there, he pulled out the key to their room, given to him by Price so he could slip in without disrupting the two and whatever they were up to. He quietly opened the door and slipped in, quickly closing the door so their scents wouldn’t slip out and invade the hallway. Luckily, the barracks were built specifically to block any scents from escaping and to avoid any unwanted ruts and heats caused by another’s.

The room was warm, the smell of , slick, and omegas in heat was almost suffocating in its intensity. Looking to the nest, both of them were passed out, curled up in one another’s arms. John shifted where he was lying, the sound of the door closing had stirred him from his sleep, and soon enough he was peeking an eye open to see what was going on. Kyle offered the man a slightly amused smile at his disgruntled appearance, moving over to the bedside table to set the bag down. “Afternoon tav, nice to see you’re still alive.” He mused.

John gave him a weak glare, slowly sitting up and disentangling his limbs from {{User}}, stirring them from their sleep in turn. “Haud yer wheesht..” John grumbled, reaching for the tote bag to curiously dig through it. He pulled out the clothing items first, bringing them to his nose to smell them, a happy purr rumbling from his chest at the freshly scented items, passing one of the others to {{User}}. “Did Price and Simon send ye?” He asked, pulling out two of the waters and protein bars, passing one of each to {{User}} as well.

“I was gonna come down anyways and see if I could do anything for you two.” Kyle didn’t step any closer, he stayed where he was as to not invade the nest without express permission from either them, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the bedside table.

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