39- New Toys

Tuesday came back around again. Ryan's overnight bag was in the trunk of Scott's car, and they'd just finished a wonderful Italian dinner. Ryan rubbed his belly contentedly as they made their way through the parking lot.

"Oh! That was so good!" Ryan exclaimed.

"Ready for the next stop?" Scott asked.

They arrived at the car and Scott held the door for him. Ordinarily, they would have gotten takeout and just eaten at Scott's place, but since they skipped out on it Sunday, today Scott was making good on his promise to get Ryan something to make his heat easier. Preferably something they could both enjoy later, as he fully intended they would spend the heat after this one together.

"I'm a little nervous," Ryan admitted as he got in the car, "I don't think I could go in a place like that on my own, but as long as it's with you, I should be fine."

Scott blew him a kiss before shutting the door and getting in on the driver's side. The shop Scott had in mind wasn't too far from the restaurant, which was a good thing, since he could tell the massive load of carbs they'd just consumed might soon have his boyfriend out like a light, if that massive yawn he just witnessed was any indicator.

The shop was a little secluded, tucked off the road a bit and hidden by bushes. It was a nondescript building with no windows. The sign read "Playtime Adult Store" in pink neon. Scott parked the car, and Ryan told himself repeatedly in his head that "he could do this," and "Scott was with him, so everything would be fine." It even had the pink "Omega Friendly" logo prominently displayed near the entrance.

There was a guard at the door checking IDs. With two other cars in the parking lot, Ryan prayed they were employees and that he and Scott would be the only ones in the store.

When they were granted access, Ryan stuck to Scott like a burr. It was crazy. Never had he seen so many phallus shaped things before, especially things that had no business being phallus shaped. Who could possibly need a pack of cheap water guns shaped like penises? Why was that a thing?

That was just the relatively tame bachelor party stuff at the front of the store. A little further in was a wall of dildos, and that was exactly where they were headed. Ryan was trying very hard to keep his composure, but his tan skin was blushing just as hard as it could be. Scott, while not ignorant of his boyfriend's discomfort, seemed completely unperturbed by the settings.

"We'll make this quick, I promise." Scott said quietly. "I think something that could be used with or without vibration would be best, but I'll leave that completely up to you. It would be a good idea if it was somewhat close to my size though."

Ryan didn't respond, instead he took in the plethora of options before him. There was every size, shape, and color you could possibly want. Why couldn't this be an easy choice? Why were there so many? Why were some of them so much more expensive than others? Why the hell did some have two shafts?!

When Ryan moved to stand behind him a little, Scott realized just how overwhelmed he must be. He took initiative and picked out a few promising candidates from the display, from hyper-realistic to completely novel, pulling down their packages to bring to Ryan's attention.

"Here, pick from these four." Scott passed the packages over. "These two have vibration motors with USB charging, and these two are just plain. If you want, I'm sure the girl at the counter will let to see how strong the vibration is."

"O–o–ok–kay..." Ryan stammered.

Scott took that as an affirmative and guided Ryan to the register so they could test the toys. It's not quite what Ryan meant, but at this point he was kind of just along for the ride. The cashier, decked out in braids and body jewelry, was actually super helpful, opening all the packages so Ryan could feel them. She even ran through the features of the electric ones. He was a little afraid to touch them.

"Honestly, hun, you look super nervous," she commented. "Don't be. These things don't bite, they're designed to feel good. Will this be your first one?"

Ryan was shocked at how she picked up on it so quickly. He nodded shyly. She then physically put one of the vibrating ones in his hand and closed his fingers around it. It was surprisingly soft.

"This one is from our best-selling brand, and in a style that's popular with the omega crowd. It's good for solo and couple play." She turned on the motor, making Ryan jump. "It's only got one speed, but it's completely waterproof and can run five hours straight on a single charge. Great for heats."

Ryan stared at the thing in his hands. Not penis shaped at all, it was covered in soft little nubs. The whole outside was soft, actually, and just a little floppy. The vibration was tickling his hand. He had the completely absurd thought of using it to tickle Scott's feet, and all of a sudden it wasn't so scary anymore. The thought even started a little laugh out of him.

"What's so funny?" Scott teased, glad that Ryan's nervousness seemed to be abating.

"Oh, just a stray thought about someone's sensitive feet." Ryan poked Scott in the arm with the toy.

Scott mock gasped in indignation. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."

"Maybe. Maybe not." Ryan turned the vibration off and gave the thing a more thorough inspection. "I think I like this one."

"Great!" The cashier smiled. "Is that all for you today?"

"Actually," Scott replied, "if you could point us toward your massage oils..."

Turns out they weren't too far from the counter. This was another area where Ryan was surprised by the variety. There weren't many that were edible though, which made the choice easier. Chocolate cherry was a unanimous decision.

With that very important matter settled, Scott completed the transaction and they were on their way. On the way out, Ryan got a better view of what was on the entrance wall, and froze so quickly he almost tripped Scott up.

"What's wrong, Hot Stuff?"

Scott followed Ryan's line of sight to see the store's assortment of BDSM gear. Thinking quickly, Scott whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, that stuff's staying right here where it belongs. We don't need any of that in our bedroom."

Ryan nodded stiffly and let himself be led out of the store. Back in the car, he visibility relaxed, letting out his tension in a shuddering sigh.

"You okay?" Scott asked. "Want to talk about it?"

"I'm okay. I was just caught by surprise is all. I should have figured a sex shop would sell that stuff too."

Scott linked their hands as usual, and started driving back to his place. Ryan had said before that he didn't like BDSM, but Scott didn't expect an actual fear reaction just from seeing the paraphernalia.

As they drove away, a tired smile formed on Ryan's face. Scott had said "our bedroom," not "the bedroom" or "my bedroom," but "OUR bedroom." He liked the idea of "OUR." And, "THAT" stuff didn't belong in "OUR" bedroom... His pleasant expression didn't go unnoticed, and was a hefty dose of alleviation for a certain somebody's worries.

Ryan was yawning intermittently by the time they pulled into the parking garage, though he'd been doing his best to hide it. Scott had halfway been hoping they'd play with their new toys before bed, but there was a little something about a sleepy boyfriend that flipped his care switch in to overdrive.

"Looks like it's a shower and straight to bed for you, Hot Stuff."

"Aww, Cuddle Bug, do I have to?" Ryan responded, with a little bit of pout.

It was a bit of a game. He knew he was tired. He knew Scott knew he was tired. Betting on him being tired at any given time was a really safe bet. He just wanted to see what Scott would do.

Scott took the bait, deciding two could play this game. "If you're really not tired, then I guess you could help me go over some new case studies on ovarian cysts..."

Ryan pulled a face that said that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Scott continued, "On the other hand, if by chance you decide you're too tired to even get ready for bed, then I guess I'll just have to carry you up to the apartment, and help you make sure your body's all clean, and braid your hair, and tuck you in real cozy next to me in bed. You know, if you're too tired."

Ryan stuck his tongue out with a twinkle in his eyes. He was going to call Scott on his bluff. He stretched and yawned theatrically.

"Maybe I am just too tired after all..."

Scott delighted in carrying out every task to the letter, though there were a few extra steps in the shower. They had to test out the new toy to make sure it was waterproof, you know. And well, you can't just buy chocolate cherry flavored body oil and not at least taste it. Once they were in bed, he tucked Ryan securely under his arm, as promised, and stroked his hair as he fell asleep.

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Ryan sat naked on the exam table, a little paper blanket covering his lap. Well, mostly naked. He was wearing his collar, as usual. There was a stirrup to either side of him. Scott had made good on his promise to work him in to the schedule for his yearly exam. He was only a little nervous. The nurse had just left after getting his vitals, and he'd already submitted a urine test. The room was a little cold, so he hugged his arms, trying to rub away the chill.

Scott didn't keep him waiting too long. He practically swooped into the exam room, decked out with his stethoscope, a mask, and everything.

"All right, let's get started!" He said cheerfully. He caught Ryan shiver a little. "Cold, Hot Stuff?"

"Just a little. It's okay."

"Nonsense. We'll get the top stuff sorted quick then you're putting your shirt back on." He pulled his mask down, kissed Ryan's cheek, and got to work.

Scott warmed the stethoscope with his hands and checked Ryan's breathing and heartbeat before having him lay down for the breast exam. Everything was in order, with no abnormalities. The tent that popped up on Ryan's lap didn't escape his notice, however. Ryan noticed it too, and quickly pushed it back down with an apology.

Scott thought it was cute, and chuckled a little. He retrieved Ryan's shirt from where he'd set it on the little chair in the room and handed it over. Ryan pulled it on quickly, and went right back to modesty management.

Scott took off his lab coat and draped it around his boyfriend's shoulders. "You can wear this until you get warmed back up. And this," he pointed at Ryan's hand covered crotch with a wink, "is nothing to be ashamed about. You don't have to hide that you've got an erection from me."