Post-Brand New Day omega!Peter getting rejection sickness and falling into the worst heat ever. It's painful and scaring and neverending. After days trying to reach out in vain, Ned finds him - black eyed, whining, cocooned into a nest made of webs - and in a fit of panic he does exactly what Peter himself said him to do in case of an emergency.
He calls Frank.
The Alpha shows up half an hour later, cussing the traffic. He cuts through the mat of webs with a combat knife to free Peter, and carries him away. Ned asks him if he'll be alright, Frank just says he'll call him when the heat breaks off. Truth is, aside from keeping him safe, he doesn't know what the hell to do.
Once home, Frank proceeds to spend the rest of the day with the wimpering, sickly sweet-scented boy glued on his lap, tear streaked face smushed in the crook of his neck, writhing and humping his thick thigh to seek relief, drenching his cargo pants in slick, and God fucking help him, Frank has to fight for dear life the urge to drag the boy into his den and knot him right away...
