No, thank god Bones had not touched him. Anything right now had the risk of sending him over the edge. Just Bones' scent alone was enough to make his cock press tight against the front of his trousers, and he hated to think what would happen if Bones went into rut. Any alpha, really, but that had been half the reason for hurrying back to his quarters. He really did not need to give anyone on the ship that particular kind of show.

Still, he had been given instructions. A mission, no matter how small. He could use that, even though he wanted nothing more than to strip off and dry-hump his sheets. Damn it. Breathing heavy, limbs shaking, he went over and sat down as directed.

Bones would figure it out. Bones always did.

"It feels like my first one all over again," he moaned, wrapping his arms around himself. "The first ones are always the worst, you know?"