Andy really should have been a bit more careful with this specimen. He pulled away from the plant, throwing an arm uselessly over his face in an attempt to block the pollen that had burst out of the bud. He coughed and felt around blindly for the button that would lock down the lab and filter contaminants out of the air.
Hands caught him after he finally managed to slap his hand down on the button. He looked up into the face of the guard stationed in the lab. His eyes narrowed.
"Cover your face, dumbass. Shit might kill you," he ground out. His voice was rough from inhaling the pollen. After David had tugged his shirt up over his nose, he helped Andy down onto the floor, checking him over for any signs of injury. He waved him off, but that didn't stop the worry contorting the man's face.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt, are you dying?" He shook his head, going lax in his arms. His chest felt too tight. He moaned miserably as breathing became harder. His body was burning up and he was certain he was going to die. David would start freaking out if he said that though, and he couldn't manage any words.
David's hands felt wonderful on him. His touches were light, scared to hurt him, and it made him groan. He reached up with shaky hands to touch the terrified face above him. He brushed his fingers over the scratchy stubbled and even that felt like too much for his skin.
"Mnn, David, I need..."
"Anything, anything. What do you need?"
"Fffuck. Just, touch me. Your hands feel so good and I c-can't... Please," he whined. His clothes were too tight, even more so when David ran his hands soothingly over his arms. He wanted to tear his coat and shirt off but he knew he couldn't manage that.
Everything was so overwhelming that he hardly noticed his body reacting to the guard's touch. He arched his back as fingers slid over his chest. He was starting to hyperventilate and his hands scrabbled desperately at the buttons, scrabbling at them with no hope in sight of actually managing to pry them open. David took the hint and helped him out. His fingers, shaky but considerably more stable, popped open each button until the splotchy red skin of his chest was revealed.
Andy turned himself over so he could crawl into David's lap. His breath was coming out in fast, desperate pants. He buried his face in the guard's neck and started rutting desperately, gripping the fabric of his shirt so hard he thought it might rip.
"Wh-what? Andy, I'm not sure thi-"