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Authors: Cait Forester
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dogs and chili and salad, brownies and marshmallow pound cake. There’s chips and potato salad, green beans and baked beans, and a tiny bit of fruit salad because he doesn’t have very much in the way of ingredients but he doesn’t want anyone to go to the store for more.
Every now and again, he comes over and drops a kiss on Jamie’s cheek, or his lips, or brushes up against him just to feel his body there, warm and solid in front of him.
The sixth or seventh time he comes over, he zones out so completely that he forgets about the stuff on the stove, and the food is just beginning to burn when Nash snaps his fingers in front of his face. “Get back to work!” he says good-naturedly, and Dylan sticks out his tongue.
It surprises everyone when Jamie leans forward and bites it.
10 - Ten
The flames from the fire are burning brightly. The air smells like oak and beech wood, and the pine cones they’d stuck in the bottom of the fire pit because Nash likes the way they smell. Rusty went a little hog-wild with the lighter fluid when he lit the fire, but most of the residual smell is out of the air now, and they’re ready to start eating.
Everyone compliments him on the food he’s made, even though some of it, like the buns, is store bought. That’s a sticking point in his head for some reason - but I didn’t make the hot dog buns - and it’s a ridiculous thing to be bothering him, but there it is.
He knows that his scent is glum, like the rest of him, because he can see Hannah scenting delicately when she comes near him for a hug, and because everyone’s bumped into him at some point or another - touch acting as an anchor and a way to say, “I’m sorry, bro, that sucks,” without having to get into a conversation about it. He wants to be lively and happy, and enjoy the time he has left - he knows he needs to push the rest away so that he can make good memories now - but it’s bizarre and frightening and he doesn’t like it.
People can play all of those ‘If you only had so many hours left, what would you do?’ games all they want, but when you’re staring it in the face it’s a bit harder to grip it by the balls.
He nuzzles into Jamie’s warmth and closes his eyes. His mate’s scent is thick around him, and he breathes it in. Each breath makes him feel a tiny bit calmer, and after a few minutes he’s able to feel somewhat content. He focuses on the physical, what he can pick up with his senses. Jamie smells like smoke and pine trees and leather and man . There’s that strong overlay that signifies him as an alpha, and the elusive undertone that is his pack scent. He thinks it’s odd that the pack scent has changed so much; Jamie was the Alpha of the same pack Dylan currently lives in, but the scent is very different in modernity.
Jamie’s body is warm and strong. Dylan reaches with his fingertips to trace the lines of his body and rest his hand on thick, muscled thighs. Jamie’s sitting down or else he’d have reached around to the back, too, to squeeze his ass.
Jamie has a very nice ass.
When he focuses, Dylan can hear the steady lub dub of Jamie’s heart, and he tunes out the conversations around him to memorize that steady beat.
“Dylan,” Jamie says.
“Mm?”
“Come to bed with me.”
He looks up at him surprise, sees Jamie’s dark eyes. “Alright,” he says easily, and moves to his feet. Jamie follows him, pressing hot against his back, and he barely spares a thought to his friends until Jewel speaks up.
“Dylan?”
He holds her eye for a beat in time, then scans across the backyard. “Just… stay,” he says, and they all nod, even though Dylan thinks that his father might slip away and come back later.
*
As a general rule, werewolves’ ears are too sensitive for modesty around nudity and sex to be a big deal. It almost makes Dylan feel better, to know that his tiny pack within a pack are hanging around.
When Jamie pulls him down onto the bed, Dylan goes
Every now and again, he comes over and drops a kiss on Jamie’s cheek, or his lips, or brushes up against him just to feel his body there, warm and solid in front of him.
The sixth or seventh time he comes over, he zones out so completely that he forgets about the stuff on the stove, and the food is just beginning to burn when Nash snaps his fingers in front of his face. “Get back to work!” he says good-naturedly, and Dylan sticks out his tongue.
It surprises everyone when Jamie leans forward and bites it.
10 - Ten
The flames from the fire are burning brightly. The air smells like oak and beech wood, and the pine cones they’d stuck in the bottom of the fire pit because Nash likes the way they smell. Rusty went a little hog-wild with the lighter fluid when he lit the fire, but most of the residual smell is out of the air now, and they’re ready to start eating.
Everyone compliments him on the food he’s made, even though some of it, like the buns, is store bought. That’s a sticking point in his head for some reason - but I didn’t make the hot dog buns - and it’s a ridiculous thing to be bothering him, but there it is.
He knows that his scent is glum, like the rest of him, because he can see Hannah scenting delicately when she comes near him for a hug, and because everyone’s bumped into him at some point or another - touch acting as an anchor and a way to say, “I’m sorry, bro, that sucks,” without having to get into a conversation about it. He wants to be lively and happy, and enjoy the time he has left - he knows he needs to push the rest away so that he can make good memories now - but it’s bizarre and frightening and he doesn’t like it.
People can play all of those ‘If you only had so many hours left, what would you do?’ games all they want, but when you’re staring it in the face it’s a bit harder to grip it by the balls.
He nuzzles into Jamie’s warmth and closes his eyes. His mate’s scent is thick around him, and he breathes it in. Each breath makes him feel a tiny bit calmer, and after a few minutes he’s able to feel somewhat content. He focuses on the physical, what he can pick up with his senses. Jamie smells like smoke and pine trees and leather and man . There’s that strong overlay that signifies him as an alpha, and the elusive undertone that is his pack scent. He thinks it’s odd that the pack scent has changed so much; Jamie was the Alpha of the same pack Dylan currently lives in, but the scent is very different in modernity.
Jamie’s body is warm and strong. Dylan reaches with his fingertips to trace the lines of his body and rest his hand on thick, muscled thighs. Jamie’s sitting down or else he’d have reached around to the back, too, to squeeze his ass.
Jamie has a very nice ass.
When he focuses, Dylan can hear the steady lub dub of Jamie’s heart, and he tunes out the conversations around him to memorize that steady beat.
“Dylan,” Jamie says.
“Mm?”
“Come to bed with me.”
He looks up at him surprise, sees Jamie’s dark eyes. “Alright,” he says easily, and moves to his feet. Jamie follows him, pressing hot against his back, and he barely spares a thought to his friends until Jewel speaks up.
“Dylan?”
He holds her eye for a beat in time, then scans across the backyard. “Just… stay,” he says, and they all nod, even though Dylan thinks that his father might slip away and come back later.
*
As a general rule, werewolves’ ears are too sensitive for modesty around nudity and sex to be a big deal. It almost makes Dylan feel better, to know that his tiny pack within a pack are hanging around.
When Jamie pulls him down onto the bed, Dylan goes
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