chest that he’d seen before. It was a giant wolf
with an open maw. Inside the mouth was what looked like a small red baby
chicken.
“When did
you add the chicken? You know that’s weird right?” Fred asked.
James
kissed the mark he’d left on Fred’s chest. “It’s you.”
“So I’m a
chicken now?”
“No, but
you’re small and fluffy.”
Fred
flexed his arms. “I am not small.”
James
squeezed Fred’s muscle just a little too hard. Fred yelped.
“You’re
wiry. Comes from all that running.”
Fred
sniffed. “You never noticed me… I thought.”
“You
think you could keep up with a werewolf in the forest if he didn’t want you to
follow him?” James asked.
Fred rubbed
his face against the wolf on James’s chest, licking the chick inside the wolf’s
mouth. He’d always thought he’d been so clever, trailing after James on his
runs. “I wanted to protect you. Stupid.”
“Sweet,”
James said, kissing the top of Fred’s head.
“A human
can’t protect a wolf,” Fred said. “Still, I want to get a gun. Next time I can
at least slow one of them down.”
“You
don’t need a gun. What if you shoot me by mistake?” James asked.
“I’d know
you in a mob of wolves. You’re the cutest one.”
James
growled. “I am ferocious protector. Eater of enemies.”
“Maker of
pancakes?” Fred asked.
James
rolled over until he was on top. He hardened inside Fred again, making Fred’s
back arch with pleasure.
“Pancakes
later,” James said. “I’m eating you now.”
“Well
damn,” Fred said. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll
kiss it better.”
Chapter 9
Kyle bounced on the end of James’s bed, waking up Fred. Fred
wiped the sleep from his eyes. He felt like he’d been pushed through a meat
grinder. Every bone ached.
He sat up, groaning. “It’s too early for bouncing, Kyle.”
Kyle shrugged. “I got bored. Angel and your Big Wolf are having
a powwow with the pack. Something about routing traitors out and maybe dueling,
or that thing where you both sit on a horse and go after each other with poles.
Not the sex thing, the other one.”
“Jousting?” Fred tried to think of what the sex thing might be
and it made his head swim.
Kyle smacked him on the head. “My smart friend!”
Fred rubbed the back of his head. “I’m still tender, you jerk. Remember
the torture and kidnapping and all?”
Kyle smacked him again. “It wouldn’t have happened if you’d have
stayed put. Running out like a gypsy is getting to be a habit of yours, isn’t
it?”
“I just wanted to make everyone safe.”
Kyle sat next to him, swinging his feet. “You can’t make
everyone safe all the time.”
Fred blew out a breath. “I suppose so. Hey, did you call your
parents yet, or are you and Angel too lovey-dovey to make time for that?”
Kyle blushed. Fred hadn’t known Kyle could blush. “It’s not like
that. Angel and I are friends. He is hot, but I don’t do commitment. Besides,
you know my parents don’t care what happens to me.”
“They did when that picture of you in the ball gag was plastered
all over the papers.” Fred and Kyle’s friends had teased him for weeks until
they found out his parents had threatened to disinherit him.
Fred had only met them once. Their faces had been frozen
looking, as though they only smiled once a year. Fred had asked Kyle if they
made appointments in their yearly planners for those smiles and Kyle had told
him these were called “family portrait days”.
“Not my fault. Jermaine said those would be private.”
“What about the puppy party?” Fred asked.
“Look, just because there were a couple of dudes wearing tails
and drinking from bowls on the ground, doesn’t mean it was a puppy party.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of a puppy party,” Fred
said.
Kyle waved his arms around. “Never mind that, let’s go spy on
the
with an open maw. Inside the mouth was what looked like a small red baby
chicken.
“When did
you add the chicken? You know that’s weird right?” Fred asked.
James
kissed the mark he’d left on Fred’s chest. “It’s you.”
“So I’m a
chicken now?”
“No, but
you’re small and fluffy.”
Fred
flexed his arms. “I am not small.”
James
squeezed Fred’s muscle just a little too hard. Fred yelped.
“You’re
wiry. Comes from all that running.”
Fred
sniffed. “You never noticed me… I thought.”
“You
think you could keep up with a werewolf in the forest if he didn’t want you to
follow him?” James asked.
Fred rubbed
his face against the wolf on James’s chest, licking the chick inside the wolf’s
mouth. He’d always thought he’d been so clever, trailing after James on his
runs. “I wanted to protect you. Stupid.”
“Sweet,”
James said, kissing the top of Fred’s head.
“A human
can’t protect a wolf,” Fred said. “Still, I want to get a gun. Next time I can
at least slow one of them down.”
“You
don’t need a gun. What if you shoot me by mistake?” James asked.
“I’d know
you in a mob of wolves. You’re the cutest one.”
James
growled. “I am ferocious protector. Eater of enemies.”
“Maker of
pancakes?” Fred asked.
James
rolled over until he was on top. He hardened inside Fred again, making Fred’s
back arch with pleasure.
“Pancakes
later,” James said. “I’m eating you now.”
“Well
damn,” Fred said. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll
kiss it better.”
Chapter 9
Kyle bounced on the end of James’s bed, waking up Fred. Fred
wiped the sleep from his eyes. He felt like he’d been pushed through a meat
grinder. Every bone ached.
He sat up, groaning. “It’s too early for bouncing, Kyle.”
Kyle shrugged. “I got bored. Angel and your Big Wolf are having
a powwow with the pack. Something about routing traitors out and maybe dueling,
or that thing where you both sit on a horse and go after each other with poles.
Not the sex thing, the other one.”
“Jousting?” Fred tried to think of what the sex thing might be
and it made his head swim.
Kyle smacked him on the head. “My smart friend!”
Fred rubbed the back of his head. “I’m still tender, you jerk. Remember
the torture and kidnapping and all?”
Kyle smacked him again. “It wouldn’t have happened if you’d have
stayed put. Running out like a gypsy is getting to be a habit of yours, isn’t
it?”
“I just wanted to make everyone safe.”
Kyle sat next to him, swinging his feet. “You can’t make
everyone safe all the time.”
Fred blew out a breath. “I suppose so. Hey, did you call your
parents yet, or are you and Angel too lovey-dovey to make time for that?”
Kyle blushed. Fred hadn’t known Kyle could blush. “It’s not like
that. Angel and I are friends. He is hot, but I don’t do commitment. Besides,
you know my parents don’t care what happens to me.”
“They did when that picture of you in the ball gag was plastered
all over the papers.” Fred and Kyle’s friends had teased him for weeks until
they found out his parents had threatened to disinherit him.
Fred had only met them once. Their faces had been frozen
looking, as though they only smiled once a year. Fred had asked Kyle if they
made appointments in their yearly planners for those smiles and Kyle had told
him these were called “family portrait days”.
“Not my fault. Jermaine said those would be private.”
“What about the puppy party?” Fred asked.
“Look, just because there were a couple of dudes wearing tails
and drinking from bowls on the ground, doesn’t mean it was a puppy party.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of a puppy party,” Fred
said.
Kyle waved his arms around. “Never mind that, let’s go spy on
the
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