Stupid! Stupid! Will clutched the vial, squeezing it just short of its breaking point as the need to throw the offending piece of glass across the room built. Again! Again, he’d failed. Months and months had passed, yet he and Monty still hadn’t perfected their formula. Hell, this incarnation of their experiment was better suited to acting as a lubricant than a Felidae aphrodisiac. Really, lover? It figured Monty would only pick up on that aspect of Will’s day. The man hadn’t bothered checking to see how the experiments were going. No. Monty popped by to make a mess of the lab, steal a few kisses, and then flit away like a bird, off to do God only knew what. Monty had been an attentive scientist and lover when they’d arrived. The two of them worked side-by-side long into the night, working toward their goal. Sexnip. Well, at least that’s what Monty wanted to call their eventual creation, but how could they create it when Will was the only one working? Then again, when Monty did bother to show up, he only managed to practically demolish the lab with his bags of chips, soft drink cans and just general mess.
