The Quaranteam Universe is the creation of CorruptingPower, used with permission. Also a big shout out to the RAPIDLY expanding Quaranteam Universe!
Making an appearance here are the Agents Johnson, from Quaranteam: Off The Grid. Thank you BronanTheLibrarian for permission to use them here!
Another big thanks to the expertise of the Writers Room, particularly Masakari and Discert, for proofing my legal bits and dropping a TON of red ink on them.
Finally, if you like metal music at all and haven't listened to Gloryhammer, go ahead and fix that. The songs referenced here are "Universe On Fire" and "Hootsforce".
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Chapter 7: Health
9 August 2020
The air in the morning was... in a word, awkward. Not the least reason was that Adam only had two chairs at his kitchen table, that being one more than he'd ever needed until a month prior. There was also the fact that he had woken up that morning, taken one look at the restlessly sleeping form of Callie on the bean bag chair, and made certain assumptions about how much she would want to eat. Assumptions that turned out to be wildly incorrect.
By the time Shannon was out of the bedroom, he was halfway through making breakfast for four for the three of them, mentally juggling budgets and income. By the time Callie woke up, ran to the bathroom for a few moments, and got to the kitchen, the table was practically groaning under the weight of twice as much food as the day before. Which was awkward, since she barely picked at her food at all. The large woman had a look of consternation on her face, one that Adam could not miss despite only knowing her for about twelve hours, less than two of which were spent awake. "You okay, Callie?"
She took a cautious nibble of bacon, then snapped it up after finding her lack of hunger had an exemption for this. "Feeling all kinds of off today. Not hungry at all, and I'm sure you can tell that's odd" Her accent had taken on a bit more of an Irish burr this early in the morning. "Shannon, do the hornies ever back off? Seriously, if Zeus felt like this all the time it would explain most of the stories Dad told me."
Shannon nodded... slightly. "It will after a few days, but not all the way. Not even close. I've had more sex with Adam in the last month than pretty much the rest of my life combined."
Callie visibly had to hold back a comment at that, though whether it was about Adam's stamina or about Shannon exaggerating for effect it was impossible to say. She would likely have been surprised at the response to either, so it was probably good that she didn't make the comment. "I see. The further this goes, the more it's looking like the medics were downplaying things. Adam, no offense, but this place isn't all that big. They told me that a moving crew would bring my belongings in a few days."
Adam nodded at her. "I see what you mean. Between the three of us and our stuff it's going to get a bit cramped." He thought for one moment, chewing on some scrambled eggs and idly wondering if he'd accidentally made the coffee weaker than usual. "It might be a bit tough for a bit, but we need to get some shelving ordered and organized. I have a couple of empty corners we can put things until we can figure out how to do it more efficiently."
Callie put her own coffee down (black, three sugars) and looked up at the ceiling. "Okay. Not a fan of improvisation, but I think it will all work. One last important question, though. Do you have a space I can work in? Most of my time can be done remote and I'm shifting to that kind of thing more full-time, but I need to be able to research. Between my books that are coming and digital lookups, all I need is a place I can put my headphones on and get into the zone."
Shannon quirked one eyebrow. "There are basically three rooms in this apartment. Adam uses the bedroom to teach, I use the living room for streaming and art. Unless you want to do it from the toilet, it looks like the chair you're on is the one you will be working from."
Callie shifted a bit in the seat so described. "Guess it'll work for now until my good chair gets delivered." Apparently deciding that her stomach simply would not allow any more food besides a banana from the table, she stood up and paced a bit in the limited space. "I got a few paid days off of work for sick leave to get the shot and get Teamed up. First step is seeing how your normal days go."
Shannon set down her own empty cup of coffee. "It's Sunday and neither of us are particularly religious, even if there was a safe church to go to around here. I'm going to set up for a short stream in the living room so that I can catch up on some art I fell behind on. Feel free to watch if you'd like, but be ready to get a new fursona if you don't have one already." She put her dishes in the dishwasher and got out to her setup, the sounds coming from there familiar to Adam.
"Is... is she joking?" Even among the rest of the details of the morning, that one was hard to get her head around.
"Not in the slightest. She doesn't like to give out personal information online, which is reasonable, but her audience expects to be able to refer to people. Mine is an owl in a tweed vest, now. Help me put away the food and dishes, and I'll give you the rest of the tour and see about getting you set up?" Adam stood and started moving around the kitchen table, but was abruptly stopped by Callie's large arm reaching out to lay a hand on his chest.
"One thing before we do anything else. I was not at all kidding about how horny I am. We don't have the time to have you dick me down properly right now, but if you think I'm letting you out of this room before I suck your soul out through your balls you are greatly mistaken."
With no more warning than that, Adam found his pajama pants around his ankles and his cock shoved hilt-deep down the redhead's throat. Whatever the strangeness of the situation, she absolutely knew what she was doing. The sensations were, if anything, even more intense than the night before. She was horny this time, not desperate. With every plunge of her head, every lick and suck, she seemed to read his reactions and home in on what drove him wild.
He lasted a minute and a half, maybe. His body had become accustomed to fairly regular orgasms, and it had been twelve hours since his last one.
Like the last time, as she greedily swallowed his cum Callie joined him in orgasm, muffling herself on him as the humming sound fed him even more overwhelming input. Unlike last time, she did not pass out. Fortunate, that, since there was no convenient bean bag chair to fall into and having to step over her would have made getting leftovers into the fridge difficult. A half-smile, half-smirk was on her face as she stood, licking her lips. "Never once had a complaint, and it looks like it's not going to start now."
Adam felt that this was a bit pointed... but entirely true. There were exactly zero complaints coming from his lips about her skill at the fine art of fellatio, especially given how smoothly she seemed to be willing to integrate it into her routine. He was barely pulling his pajamas back up by the time she was asking where his storage containers were, and applied herself with serious industry. Before long the kitchen was cleared, and they went out to the living room to get her luggage so that Callie could at least attempt to set up.
There they encountered Shannon, giving the two a devastatingly raised eyebrow while pointedly putting on her headset. Obviously, Adam had not been quite as quiet as he thought he was this time.
The tour took approximately thirty seconds, since Callie had already seen two thirds of the place. Pulling her luggage over to dig out a laptop and a couple of reference folders took another two minutes, and setup another five. Given that the remaining morning was more than seven and a half minutes, this left Adam at somewhat loose ends. He meandered back out to the living room to watch Shannon draw for a bit, went back to the bedroom to rest, and sat down alone with his thoughts. The apartment was small, but it had never felt cramped. At least, not until today. Callie was a large presence for their tiny space, both physically and metaphorically. She took up a lot of room, no matter if she seemed like a good person, so it made the entire situation that much more difficult to arrange.
With a sigh, Adam booted his own computer back up. Time was ticking, and no matter the road he took in life he had to do certain things to prepare. No students scheduled today, even without the sudden loss of nearly all of his kids he only ever scheduled Sundays in emergencies. What he could do was more administrative in nature. Riveting? Perhaps not, but necessary. Callie's arrival and attitude had reminded him that he could not simply wait for this one. Adam needed to know what he would be doing in two and a half weeks, as the traditional school year was supposed to start. Emails went out to school administrators with requests for information, then the principal and vice-principal. On further thought, he then sent more up to contacts and mailboxes in the Washington Department of Education, then more to coworkers. Especially female ones. Maybe one of them would have heard through the grapevine what the plan was. Or if there even was one. Even that was not certain in the best of times, much less times like these.
