Marshmallow friends

      Cuddling for a whole day wasn’t on Matt’s to-do list for today, but he’s not complaining. After getting Neil to eat and drink something, there’s nothing more to do for Matt but to lie next to the omega and try to make him as comfortable as possible. Which isn’t an easy task, mind you. Even in his sleep, the omega is restless, twitching and shifting often, so Matt has to adjust his position, so that he doesn’t fall off from the couch.       His muscles are starting to cramp, stiff from lying for so many hours. Neil’s head is resting on Matt’s arm, and the limb has gone totally numb a while ago. It feels like it doesn’t exist anymore, and Matt knows he’ll hate the fire-and-ice sensation when his arm will finally be freed.       Seth has gone off to arrange a nest for Neil (not without complaining for the whole time, of course), since the omega hasn’t managed to do so before his heat started. Does he even know how to make one? Matt is apprehensive to dig into the topic because he knows his heart might break, as usual when Neil opens up about his past.       Neil’s temperature is still higher than normal, but not dangerously so, in Matt’s opinion. Still, he takes a cooling pack wrapped in a towel, which Andrew slipped into the bag with their food, and holds it to Neil’s brow. The omega recoils from the cold at first, but then leans into it and sighs. Maybe that will stop the restlessness,Matt thinks. The thought might be a bit delusional, though, because Neil is never still.       When Seth gives them a green light to move towards Neil’s bed where the nest is waiting, Matt starts to get up slowly. Of course, it’s not to Neil’s liking, and Matt’s shirt is gripped tightly with a surprising strength.       Well, just fantastic, Matt thinks to himself.       Somewhere behind him, Seth snickers, which isn’t helpful in the slightest.       “A little help here?” Matt asks, definitely trapped on the couch. Again.       Seth appears next to the pair, above Neil’s head. He looks down at the omega who’s still only partially conscious, hair messy from lying under the blanket and cheeks reddened from the heat.       Matt watches as Seth puts his hand on Neil’s neck and starts massaging a scent gland there. The scent of bonfire grows stronger and the cloying sweetness (More like marshmallows than vanilla, Matt observes) penetrates everything around. It’s so strong that it nearly makes Matt sneeze.       Neil relaxes under Seth’s touch, his death grip on Matt’s shirt loosening with each second. When the beta makes a small movement to get up, testing the waters, Neil gives no reaction aside from burying his face in Matt’s neck. Okay, he can work with this.       As he steps into their bedroom with the precious cargo in his arms, he realizes that Seth hasn’t followed after them. He turns towards the omega, his eyebrows raised.       “Aren’t you coming?” Matt asks, confused. He’s thought that after helping with the nest, Seth would want to accompany them.       Clearly, his friend has other ideas. “I don’t do the touchy-feely stuff,” Seth says in a gruff voice. “You have fun.” He plops down on the sofa, scoffing when the lingering scent hits him.       Matt doesn’t press the matter further, sensing that there’s a deeper story there, one that Seth isn’t keen on sharing now. Or ever, knowing the man.       At the first touch of the soft blankets, Neil squirms out of Matt’s arms, eager to just snuggle into the material. The different scents from the various clothes that are a part of the nest intertwine together, creating an odd but still pleasant to the nose mix. Matt sees that his T-shirts make the most of it, but there are a few of Seth’s, too.       Will I have anything to wear tomorrow?Matt wonders with amusement.       Something tugs him down insistently, and he looks down to see Neil’s hand clasped around his wrist — a clear invitation. Happiness nearly overwhelms Matt at the gesture and he needs to stifle it lest Neil change his mind; it’s considered an honor to be invited to an omega’s nest, especially during their heat.       “Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Matt lies down, careful not to disturb anything, and Neil is quick to shuffle closer to him. Matt embraces him which seems to please the omega, judging by the content sigh he lets out. He rubs his head against Matt’s neck, leaving his scent all over the beta. His skin still feels too hot to the touch, though, and worry strikes Matt yet again.       It shouldn’t be a surprise, yet is, when Neil starts humping Matt’s leg.       The beta’s first thought is that Neil is trying to get comfortable among all the pillows and blankets Seth has arranged. It quickly dawns on him, though, that the movements are too rhythmical for it to be just a regular fidgeting. Matt’s quite perplexed by the trust Neil is bestowing on him, but at the same time, feels ecstatic to be shown such trust.       Should Matt assist him? Or maybe he should just lie there and let it happen? Normally, a pack member is helped by the rest of the pack during a heat or rut, in most cases by their partner or closest friends. But Neil didn’t really grow up in a pack, so he might have a different view on such matters, so Matt wants to tread carefully. Especially since Andrew seems to be really protective of Neil, in his own fucked up way, sometimes too much in Matt’s opinion. So he’d like to keep his throat intact, thank you.       A small whine snaps Matt’s attention towards the omega, his instincts urging him to look for the source of the distress.       “What do you need, buddy?” he asks softly.       “More,” Neil rasps.       “Do you want me to touch you?” Matt asks.       “Yesyesyes—” Neil says, getting more desperate.       Well, the circumstances aren’t perfect, but Matt won’t leave his buddy in need.       Neil’s underwear is utterly soaked, the slick seeping into the material and clinging to the heated skin. Matt’s finger has no problem with entering Neil’s hole. The omega clenches his hands at the intrusion and Matt winces as some of his nails bite into Matt’s skin. Neil’s hips start moving again, this time fucking onto the finger, trying to find the best angle, but no such luck.       “Hush.” Matt smooths out the crease between Neil’s eyebrows. “Let me help.” A second finger is added, and Matt pulls Neil’s head closer to his neck. His scent isn’t as strong as an alpha’s or omega’s, but it is noticeable, especially this close to the scent glands.       Matt curves his fingers and searches for the special spot that might ease Neil’s heat for a while (at least, Matt hopes so). He knows that he’s found it when Neil moans and bites at Matt’s shirt. It will leave holes probably, but Matt doesn’t find it in himself to care. To be honest, he and Seth could have thought about it to leave something for Neil to bite into, as omegas often do during their heats. Matt massages the pleasure spot, and with each caress Neil’s muscles clench more, signaling that he’s close. With a cry, Neil finally comes, wetting his thighs and Matt’s hand. The omega’s eyes are closed in bliss, his scent getting less cloying.       As the beta eases his fingers out of Neil’s hole, he feels a small trickle on his skin that doesn’t resemble slick. It lasts a few seconds before it dawns on Matt that Neil is peeing. Affection swells in chis chest and he really needs to fight himself to not squeeze Neil in joy. If the omega is comfortable enough to let go like that, reduced to his instincts, then Matt is doing something right.       His hand cards through Neil’s hair, untangling the mess of curls. Neil is boneless besides him, the only sign of him being alive is his hot breath on Matt’s skin. Neil’s heat has let up for a bit, enough for the omega to rest. They lie cuddled to each other, Neil’s head on Matt’s arm and his nose buried into the beta’s neck. He’s still warm to the touch, but not alarmingly so, Matt notes with relief.       The beta closes his eyes and lets himself drift off, lulled by a quiet purr.