Don't You Wanna Stay?

Adam just looked at him. "Sure." He grunted and sat up, stretching and yawning. "So, what are we doing?" He asked,s taring at the tubes and flasks and other scientific looking shit on the table.

Randy explained the experiement, making sure to put it in a way that Adam understood.

Adam sighed and nodded. They had to heat up and boil the flask with water. But he was too lazy turn on the burner so he held the flask in his hand, heating up himself. Lycan's were also pyros, creating and manipulating fire. When the water was boiled he set it down. "There, I'm done. Now lemme sleep..."

Randy crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "It's a wonder why you're failing," he said sarcastically.

Adam glared. "I love you to death, bit you're a bitch." He grumbled.

"Says the dog," Randy retorted, rolling his eyes again.

Adam growled. "I'm a wolf, not a dog, twinkle toes." He sneered.

"A wolf is a canine, which is a dog, bitch," Randy spat.

Adam started to shake and quiver, a sign he would phase. "Stop talking..." He hissed quietly, trying to calm down. Phasing so suddenly when he was angry hurt. The angry caused his muscles to tense, which caused pain while phasing.

Randy shrugged. "I don't care what anyone says, I'm not your bitch. I'll stand up to you. I don't give a flying fuck if you're God," he said.

Adam phased, right there in the classroom. He hunched over, partly because the room was too small for him, and partly because pain was shoot up his spin from the awkward angle he had phased in. He let out high pitched whines and whimpers taht made him sound like an injure puppy, trying to will the pain away.

Randy frowned. He didn't mean to...

Adam suddenly phased back, which hurt even more. His spine was in pain. He cradled his back as he withered on the ground. It'd be a couple minutes till something like his spin fully healed.

Randy sat there, unsure of what to do. He bit his lip, his wings appearing out of his back.

Adam eventually healed and stood to his feet, stretching. "Fuck." He groaned. He looked around, people staring at him. "What? Get back to work and stop staring." He snapped. And they did as they were told. Adam picked up his seat, sitting back down. "Next time, when I tell you to stop, I mean stop..." He muttered.

"Sorry," Randy muttered, not looking at him. Randy was stubborn. It was a downfall. One of his biggest.

Adam sighed and kissed Randy's cheek. "It's okay baby." He whispered, wrapping his arms around him.

Randy kept his eyes on the desk, still not looking at him.

Adam frowned when Randy didn't look up. "Baby you okay?" He asked, reaching under his shirt, gently stroking his wings.

"I'm fine," Randy said, retracting his wings into his back.

Adam sighed, pulling Randy to his chest. "If you say so, baby." He said, his hand trailing up and down Randy's back.

Randy shivered. Even with his wings retracted, his back was still sensitive.

Adam pressed his lips to Randy's neck. "I love you, angel..." He whispered against his neck.

"I love you, too," Randy said quietly.

Adam sighed. He hated when people didn't tell him things. He just shook it off. The bell rang and it was their lunch period, Adam holding Randy's hand as they went to the dining hall. Adam sat with his usual group, some of them part of the wolf pack. He wasn't sure if Randy wanted to sit with him or not, though he doubted it.