After The Full Moon - chapter 1, part 2
Jensen hadn’t seen the wolf for the rest of the day, and unless the beast opened the front door and ran away, it was still somewhere in the house. Jensen didn’t care right now. He had to stop the bleeding at first, only then he could go search for his rifle.
He couldn’t deny he felt betrayed. He had already believed the wolf that he wouldn’t hurt him… and here he was: standing in the bathroom treating a wound caused by the wolf’s fangs.
“Damned beast,” he cursed when he pressed gauze on the wound. It hurt like hell.
Misha called sooner than after the promised two hours. He was obviously worried and wanted to make sure his friend was still alive. And he had a good reason to be afraid, Jensen thought, angry with himself. I should’ve listened to him.
Just… there was one more thing. He knew that if the wolf had wanted to kill him, Jensen would have been dead by now. And he knew - he was sure - that the wolf felt sorry for the pain he caused him. He knew it was necessary, he just didn’t know why.
He didn’t finish his work that day and he went to bed sooner than usual. The wound hurt and Jensen was in a bad mood because of that. He didn’t sleep very well, his mind was too restless… and troubled… and he could hear a sound of a washing machine in his dream.
When he got up in the morning, he found his laundry done. He would have blamed it on sleepwalking again if there hadn’t been the nice smell of coffee floating in the entire house. Jensen frowned. He walked quietly and carefully to the door of the kitchen and peeked in. What he saw made him stand there and just stare.
A guy, tall and muscular, totally naked and with a long, stitched wound stretching from his shoulder to his right arm, was… making breakfast? Jensen thought he was hallucinating and he rubbed his eyes. The guy suddenly stiffened and turned around. There was something familiar in his hazel eyes, and Jensen could swear the guy was worried and feeling guilty for something. He couldn’t say how he knew, but he was sure of it. When he spotted Jensen in the doorway, he was annoyed with himself for the moment of incaution. He stormed out of the kitchen, careful enough not to touch Jensen. In a couple of long strides he was at the door and ran out into the morning freeze.
“Hey!” Jensen called after him when he recovered from the first shock and ran to the door, too. He barely put on his shoes, leaving the jacket where it was, and shot out after the guy. He could see footsteps of bare feet imprinted in the snow. He followed them quickly. The steps led him behind the cottage, where he found…
… the wolf rolling about in the snow and destroying the human footsteps. Jensen looked around. There were no footprints around, just those that led him to the wolf.
The wolf stopped fooling around. He stood up and shook, looking at Jensen. Jensen could literally feel the question radiating from the wolf’s whole being: Are you still mad at me?
Jensen locked his look with the wolf’s hazel eyes while he reached to his neck to touch his wound. They were staring at each other for a long while. Jensen was sure the wolf’s eyes where the same as the naked guy’s in the kitchen. He knew that the guy in his kitchen was the wolf in reality. The guy had felt the same as the wolf. The same guilt and fear. The same desire to make the things good again between the two of them.
“Are you a werewolf or what?” Jensen asked, and only then he realized how ridiculous it sounded. He shook his head. “I’m going crazy,” he muttered and turned around.
He walked swiftly back into the cottage. The wolf was at his heels, the question still attacking Jensen.
“I’m not mad, okay?” he said impatiently. “But if you do it again, I’ll use the only knife you left in the house.”
He knew the wolf didn’t understand the words and the tone of Jensen’s words didn’t make him feel any better.
Are you still mad at me?
There were no specific words, but the feelings coming from the wolf could be interpreted only this way. Jensen sighed and crouched in front of the wolf.
“Look. I’m not mad,” he said in the tone that was supposed to be calm and reassuring. “But I’m not happy about what you did either.” He reached out to stroke the wolf’s fur. The animal let Jensen touch him without any complaint. Jensen knew that he could do it now without any fear. And he also knew that the wolf was never going to hurt him again. Not without Jensen’s agreement… and this part was scary. Why would he have wanted the wolf to cause him any more pain? It was ridiculous… as well as the whole werewolf idea…
Yet, when he stepped into the kitchen, there was still the warm morning coffee and unfinished breakfast.
Jensen turned to the wolf that was still following him.
“Um…thanks for that,” he said and set down at the table, enjoying the coffee at first and then the breakfast.
Misha called later, making sure that Jensen was still alive and for some reason Jensen couldn’t bring himself to tell his friend what happened the other day. He simply said that he was okay and that the wolf was peaceful and after listening to Misha’s warnings and advice to get rid of the wolf, he hung up. Only then he realized that the wolf was sprawled in his lap on the couch and Jensen had his free hand buried in his fur. The wolf purred with pleasure and when Jensen threw the phone on the table, he pulled up higher to lick the man’s face. Jensen could feel his contentment and affection and he petted the wolf with enthusiasm, chuckling as he heard the purring sounds the wolf was making.
He touched the stitches on the wolf’s shoulder gently and smiled when the wolf looked at him curiously.
“Sorry, pal, but we’ll have to pull out the stitches,” he said and stroked the whole length of the wound lightly so that the wolf understood. He could still sense confusion, but also trust. He smiled again and stroked the wolf. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered, and the wolf licked his face again.
Jensen laughed quietly and stood up. He could feel the wolf’s gaze on his back as he went to the bathroom and brought the first aid kit from there.
“You forgot to hide this,” he said with a grin when he pulled out small scissors.
The wolf put his head between his front paws, eyeing Jensen. Jensen stroked him again, whispering soothing words. He knew the words themselves didn’t matter, but the tone of his voice was what made the wolf trust him.
“It will be okay, don’t worry. Now I need you to be a good boy and let me do this, all right?”
Jensen was careful and he didn’t stop talking to the wolf, trying to calm him down every time he felt the wolf’s patience was wavering. He could imagine that this wasn’t very pleasant, but the wolf coped bravely with Jensen’s clumsy attempt to pull out the thread from his body.
It took longer than Jensen had anticipated, but the stitches were finally out. Jensen’s consciousness was filled with relief immediately and he couldn’t say whether it was his own or the wolf’s. Probably both.
He didn’t see the naked guy again and so he started thinking that it was just some stupid hallucination. Jesus, the wolf BIT him. He probably lost too much blood and wasn’t okay even in the morning. But… the coffee and breakfast… Jensen shook his head and ordered himself not to think about it.
The wolf retired to his usual place in front of the fireplace and was absolutely satisfied with himself. Jensen glanced at him and sighed, reaching to his neck. Maybe calling Misha wasn’t such a bad idea…
*
The nice smell of morning coffee got him out from the bed. Another hallucination? He padded to the kitchen, finding the naked guy from the other morning there. They met in the doorway; obviously the guy was better prepared today and noticed him coming sooner than yesterday.
“Uh-uh, pal. You’re staying,” he said firmly, looking into the hazel eyes.
The guy was uneasy, Jensen could feel that. He was afraid that Jensen could get mad for some reason.
Jensen sighed. “I’m NOT mad.”
The guy still made a step back, eyeing Jensen cautiously. Jensen noticed a long healing wound winding down his right arm. Yesterday there were stitches. Today they were missing.
Jensen allowed himself to do more scrutiny. The guy was tall and muscular, perfectly built. Nothing on him was small… together with.... Jensen blushed. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at that particular part of the other man’s body. He licked his lips and then swallowed, lifting his eyes from the guy’s crotch only unwillingly.
He realized the man was watching him with utmost curiosity. Jensen smiled.
“Do you know that you’re… hot? Really hot,” he said and nodded approvingly, licking his lips again. “Yeah. Really, really hot.”
The wolf… MAN, Jensen corrected himself… didn’t feel unsettled anymore. There was calmness and anticipation spreading through his consciousness.
Anticipation…
Jensen took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand.
“Come here,” he said softly. “You want this. I know you do. Come to me.”
He felt the wolf-man’s hesitation, but then there was happiness that hit him like a tidal wave. The guy grabbed Jensen’s hand and came close to him in one long step, not giving Jensen any time to react. He leaned to him and nuzzled Jensen’s cheek before he licked his ear.
So wolfish, Jensen thought and smiled, his other hand coming up to touch the man’s face. In the darkest corner of his consciousness he was aware that he should probably have been freaked out… but instead of that he felt happy and absolutely satisfied. He took a deep breath of the man’s scent and he felt warmth and excitement. So nice…
Jensen’s heartbeat quickened as the wolf-man’s desire washed over him. The man whimpered and pressed closer to Jensen, his lips slowly tracing a wet path down Jensen’s neck. Jensen trembled and folded his arms around the broad shoulders, burying his nose in the man’s brown hair, and breathing. Maybe… maybe the desire wasn’t just the wolf’s… MAN’S!
The wolf-man’s body was warm… too warm as if he had a fever. Jensen blamed it on his wolf part. He allowed his one hand slowly slide down the man’s back, feeling every muscle under that smooth skin. The sensation was sending sparks right into his groin and he groaned quietly.
The man stopped licking his neck and pulled away a bit, so that he could look Jensen in the eyes, trying to read his emotions. Jensen smiled and his eyes dropped to the lips so close to his face. He wondered how they could taste… and he wanted to taste so he went for it.
The first touch of their lips was hesitant, but soft and nice and even though Jensen could feel the wolf-man’s initial surprise, the kiss was returned eagerly. Heat spread through Jensen’s body like fire of want. He kissed with more passion and need and the wolf-man was answering in the same way. Jensen moaned when their lips parted for a moment and the man smiled. He put his big, manly hands on Jensen’s hips and pressed him carefully against the wall behind Jensen’s back. An unintentional whine escaped Jensen’s mouth before his lips were sealed again in a new kiss.
The wolf-man was kissing him deeply and not so gently, it was more about teeth and saliva than the tender flesh of tongues… but Jensen didn’t care. Something hard and long and heated was pressed against his own hard-on captured in his jeans. It became a bit annoying when the strong hands were holding him motionless while his own hips started moving in a slow rhythm against the bulge in Jensen’s pants. He growled disapprovingly into the wolf-man’s mouth and reached down to grab his hands and pull them away.
The man stopped moving, causing Jensen whine again with desperation. Feeling the wolf-man’s confusion and hesitation, he kissed him quickly in an attempt to assure him that everything was fine. When the man tried to put his hands back on Jensen’s hips, Jensen shook his head.
“No.”
He gripped his wrists tighter and pressed his aching clothed hard-on against the wolf-man’s incredible swollen pride. The man let out a quiet sigh and started moving again in the same rhythm as Jensen’s hips did. Jensen was amazed how silent the wolf-man was, nevertheless, the feelings that were attacking Jensen’s consciousness were literally screaming with growing lust and passion.
The grip at the man’s wrists loosened, and Jensen found himself caged between strong arms as the man rested his hands palms flat on the wall. When he looked into the man’s eyes, he found out that the hazel green of his irises was rimmed with blue of the same shade as the sky during sunny days. Heaven and Earth, Jensen thought. Irrepressibleness and Force of Mother Nature. Limitless Freedom. Jensen could see the whole powerful Universe reflecting in the depth of those eyes focused on him and only him.
***
He was looking into the deep green eyes and was drowning in them. Breath was caught in his lungs as the mouth of Human connected with his in another wet and exciting expression of affection. His heartbeat reached the speed of a chased rabbit and the friction against his lower parts was driving him to the edge step by step.
He broke their mouth contact in order to take a deep breath. Human’s scent was so unique and so incredible while mixing with his own scent that he couldn’t help himself but bury his nose into the skin right beside the annoying gauze that was covering the place he had marked. That was the place where the mixed odor was the strongest. He smiled and took another deep breath. The sole fact that the object of his affection now smelled after him was driving him to ecstasy.
Mine!
He wanted - desired - to smell after his Human as well. He wanted to belong to the one whom he chose above anyone else in the whole world. He wanted to be marked.
He was very well aware that it wasn’t possible now. There was something missing and he hoped he would have a chance to fix it. Everything went fine so there was probably a good chance that one day he would get what he wanted so much.
He wanted a mate.
And he had made sure no one was going to take what he considered to be his.
But they weren’t mates unless he got marked by his chosen one.
Which wasn’t possible right now.
He whined quietly against the white gauze and folded his arms around Human. How long would he need to wait for him to wear a fur coat and have fangs sharp enough to break skin and imprint the right to own into the tender flesh of the dark brown wolf?
A harder, impatient thrust against his lower parts almost made him yelp with surprise and excitement. It was unexpected and he hated the idea that while he was like a fresh footprint in snow for Human, the feelings of his chosen one were still hidden from him.
He growled quietly and pressed Human against the wall, and standing there chest to chest, he thrust back with the same force. He heard a gasp and a moan. Maybe he would have found the sounds Human was making amusing, but standing like this, tasting each other, and trying to get as much as they could from the restless contact of their bodies - all that was just making him even more aroused. He bit into the skin tasting after sweat and smelling so delicious, careful that he didn’t cause any damage this time.
Two hands pushed against his shoulders, but there was too little strength in it and the movements down there even sped up.
Human’s moans became louder and his whole body was shivering as if it was already too much for him. Nevertheless, he pressed his clothed hips tighter against the naked ones and gave a few more hard thrusts until his excited cry filled the silence of the house, causing his partner to follow him in a silent violent tremble and making the bite in which he was engaged fiercer. There would be a bruise later, right beside the mark.
Human was panting into his shoulder, his arms folded casually on the wolf-man’s broad back. He gave him a few moments to catch his breath, he needed those moments himself. This was more intense than anything he had experienced before, more exciting and more intimate. Much more beautiful and yet more hurting...
He licked the red imprint of his (for the time being) human teeth and nuzzled Human’s cheek affectionately. Then he dropped on his knees. It was cleaning time…
He looked up at Human and smiled, but before his tongue had the time to touch the denim dirtied with his own release, he was pushed away.
“No,” said a firm voice, and he looked up, puzzled. Human’s cheeks were red and it was obvious that he understood what the wolf-man’s intention was. “No, we’ll do it differently.” Now the voice sounded gentler, and Human walked to the counter to come back with a wet dishcloth in his hand. His eyes met the hazel-blue ones and a shy smile appeared on his lips.
“You… can do this alone… if you want… you know?”
He didn’t understand the words, but it was obvious that Human didn’t feel confident enough to make the cleaning part. He needed an encouragement.
He smiled and nuzzled Human’s cheek again, adding a wet touch of his lips. Human chuckled and the dishcloth lightly rubbed the sensitive parts, wiping them clean.
The breath in his lungs hitched for a moment, but then he chuckled and licked Human’s neck. Human shivered and pushed him away again, but the shy smile didn’t disappear from his face.
“I should change my pants. And we should probably find something for you as well.” The voice was friendly and warm, and he was still smiling when Human took his hand and led him into his bedroom. There he turned around and gave his guest a scrutinizing look.
“A T-shirt shouldn’t be a problem,” Human said thoughtfully, “but I’m concerned about pants…”
He leaned his head to the side, watching Human rummaging through his closet. Then there was some piece of clothing in his face and he took it hesitantly. Human smiled.
“Sweatpants. They will be a bit short, but they should do the job.”
He looked at the clothes and then at Human. Aha. He… could do this. He scrutinized the piece of clothing in his hand and hesitantly, not sure whether he was doing this right, he pulled it on. The wide smile on Human’s face told him that he didn’t mess up. He smiled back.
“Okay. Here’s the T-shirt,” Human said and handed him another thing. He was close to give a whine: why did he need to wear this? But he still obeyed. Just to make his Human happy. Obviously he did.
He needed just one step to stand close to Human and he leaned to him and nuzzled his cheek before he licked his ear. Human chuckled softly and patted his chest.
“Okay, dude. I know this is a bit weird for you, but it would be kinda… distracting if you kept walking around… um… just in your natural outfit.” His hand ended up buried in the wolf-man’s hair. “And I don’t want you in your animal form right now. I like this form of you much more,” Human said in a whisper and graced the wolf-man’s mouth with a quick, nice touch of his lips. “You’re perfect,” he whispered after a while into the sharp ear, and the wolf-man shivered as the hot breath tickled his earlobe. He buried his face in the crook between Human’s neck and shoulder, breathing in the beautiful mixed scent of both of them. He smiled contentedly. His own scent on Human’s body was strong. That meant the marking was done properly.
Human chuckled again. “I didn’t know wild animals could be so cuddly.” The answer was a soft, satisfied purr. “Now give me a sec. I need to take care of myself.”
He was pushed away… AGAIN. Human rummaged through the closet one more time and he pulled out two pieces of clothing just like the ones he had given him before. “I’ll be right back,” he said and left the room, heading to the bathroom.
He followed Human and when the door was closed in his face, he leaned against a wall and waited. After a few minutes Human was out, smelling after water and that shit people used for cleaning themselves.
“You left a nice mark,” he said and reached to his neck, rubbing the already visible bruise.
He grinned and pulled the hand that was covering that beautiful place away before he licked the bruise. It was also an attempt to drown the annoying chemical smell in his natural scent again.
Human sighed and pulled away. “I’m sorry for the smell,” he said quietly and walked into the living area where he sat down on the couch.
He followed and sank on the couch, too, his eyes trained on Human.
Human watched him for a while. “Do you have a name?” he asked after a few intakes of breath.
He frowned a bit and leaned his head to the side.
“You don’t understand. Of course not,” Human sighed. “But I feel stupid when I don’t know how to call you. ‘Wolf-man’ won’t do. You need a proper name.”
He whined quietly. He understood that this was important.
“What letter would you like your name to start with?” Human continued.
He shifted closer.
“We can go through the alphabet and let me know when there’s a letter you like, okay?”
He sniffed the air. Expectation…
“A… B… C…”
This was funny. Just sounds, no words, and he couldn’t get their meaning at all.
“ … G… H… I…”
He was about to whine…
“… J…”
He winced. It was like a distant echo of something familiar. He looked wide-eyed at Human.
“What?” Human asked gently. “Do you like the letter? J?”
J… Familiar and still so distant…
He was staring at Human with anticipation.
Human smiled at him. “So J. Just like me. I’m Jensen,” he said and pointed at himself.
He sniffed the air again. Jen…sen… He should remember the sound connected with the incredible scent of melted snow and fire in the fireplace, morning coffee mixed with manly odor. Jensen. His Human.
Jensen smiled when he noticed his interest. “J. There are many names starting with J. Hopefully, we’ll find the right one soon. How about James? Jack? John?”
He blinked, puzzled. What was this? All those sounds were killing the feeling of familiarity.
Jensen. He liked Jensen.
“Okay, I see you don’t like those…” Jensen sighed. “Jason? Jeremy? Joshua? Jeffrey?”
He yawned. This was stupid.
Jensen shook his head. “Sorry, man. Maybe I should call you just J…” He shrugged.
J… The familiarity was back, though it wasn’t exactly right. J was too general. Still, he smiled at Jensen and shifted a little closer.
“Do you really like J so much… Jared?”
Click.
He froze. His eyes were locked with Jensen’s and it looked like Jensen wasn’t even breathing. Well… obviously both of them were holding their breaths right now.
“Jared?” Jensen repeated the name, waiting for a response.
Strength and freedom. Life. Mother Earth. That all was in that one simple word. Jared. That was him.
“Ja…red,” he tried to say it out loud just to hear the sound coming from his own mouth. It was like coming home. “Jared.”
Jensen’s lips widened in a smile. “Jared. You are Jared.”
“Jared…” He smiled back and cuddled close to Jensen, nuzzling his neck. He wasn’t pushed away this time. “Jared.”
“Yes, Jared,” he heard Jensen’s soft voice.
“Jen…s’n,” he tried to say the other name. “Jens’n.”
“Jensen. That’s me,” Jensen whispered as the hazel eyes were fixed on his face.
“Jensen,” Jared corrected himself and smiled. “Jensen.”
***
Jensen would never have though that hearing his own name could ever turn him on so much. Especially while it was coming from the mouth that was more used to whining and growling than to pronouncing clear words.
“Jensen,” he repeated weakly after Jared and nodded.
“Jensen,” the wolf-man said again, getting used to the correct pronunciation incredibly fast. Jensen felt a grip on his T-shirt and Jared’s nose buried in his skin next to the gauze. “Jared.”
Jensen shivered. The way in which the names were spoken… and the feelings that accompanied them… they both were talking clearly: Jensen belonged to Jared.
Jensen turned his head a little so that he could look at Jared. “What?”
Jared stiffened; his lips were still touching the bruised skin gently. Jensen could sense his confusion and worry.
“Jared,” he addressed him carefully.
Jared lifted his head and looked into Jensen’s eyes as if he was trying to read his mind. When Jensen didn’t say anything, Jared pulled away and waited. Jensen could feel the wolf-man’s emotions flooding right to him. Through the confusion and desire he could distinguish hopes and dreams… and fear. He buried his fingers into Jared’s brown mane and pulled him closer.
“What is that you’re afraid of?” he asked quietly and pressed his forehead against Jared’s. Big hands rested on his shoulders.
“Jensen?” Jared said in a quiet whine, and Jensen could feel his worries.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jared. Not now,” he said gently, and most likely it was the tone of his voice that calmed the wolf-man down.
Jared cuddled to him again, putting his head on Jensen’s shoulder with his nose pressed to his neck. Jensen sighed and hugged him gently. He knew that he was not going to do any work today again.
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He couldn’t deny he felt betrayed. He had already believed the wolf that he wouldn’t hurt him… and here he was: standing in the bathroom treating a wound caused by the wolf’s fangs.
“Damned beast,” he cursed when he pressed gauze on the wound. It hurt like hell.
Misha called sooner than after the promised two hours. He was obviously worried and wanted to make sure his friend was still alive. And he had a good reason to be afraid, Jensen thought, angry with himself. I should’ve listened to him.
Just… there was one more thing. He knew that if the wolf had wanted to kill him, Jensen would have been dead by now. And he knew - he was sure - that the wolf felt sorry for the pain he caused him. He knew it was necessary, he just didn’t know why.
He didn’t finish his work that day and he went to bed sooner than usual. The wound hurt and Jensen was in a bad mood because of that. He didn’t sleep very well, his mind was too restless… and troubled… and he could hear a sound of a washing machine in his dream.
When he got up in the morning, he found his laundry done. He would have blamed it on sleepwalking again if there hadn’t been the nice smell of coffee floating in the entire house. Jensen frowned. He walked quietly and carefully to the door of the kitchen and peeked in. What he saw made him stand there and just stare.
A guy, tall and muscular, totally naked and with a long, stitched wound stretching from his shoulder to his right arm, was… making breakfast? Jensen thought he was hallucinating and he rubbed his eyes. The guy suddenly stiffened and turned around. There was something familiar in his hazel eyes, and Jensen could swear the guy was worried and feeling guilty for something. He couldn’t say how he knew, but he was sure of it. When he spotted Jensen in the doorway, he was annoyed with himself for the moment of incaution. He stormed out of the kitchen, careful enough not to touch Jensen. In a couple of long strides he was at the door and ran out into the morning freeze.
“Hey!” Jensen called after him when he recovered from the first shock and ran to the door, too. He barely put on his shoes, leaving the jacket where it was, and shot out after the guy. He could see footsteps of bare feet imprinted in the snow. He followed them quickly. The steps led him behind the cottage, where he found…
… the wolf rolling about in the snow and destroying the human footsteps. Jensen looked around. There were no footprints around, just those that led him to the wolf.
The wolf stopped fooling around. He stood up and shook, looking at Jensen. Jensen could literally feel the question radiating from the wolf’s whole being: Are you still mad at me?
Jensen locked his look with the wolf’s hazel eyes while he reached to his neck to touch his wound. They were staring at each other for a long while. Jensen was sure the wolf’s eyes where the same as the naked guy’s in the kitchen. He knew that the guy in his kitchen was the wolf in reality. The guy had felt the same as the wolf. The same guilt and fear. The same desire to make the things good again between the two of them.
“Are you a werewolf or what?” Jensen asked, and only then he realized how ridiculous it sounded. He shook his head. “I’m going crazy,” he muttered and turned around.
He walked swiftly back into the cottage. The wolf was at his heels, the question still attacking Jensen.
“I’m not mad, okay?” he said impatiently. “But if you do it again, I’ll use the only knife you left in the house.”
He knew the wolf didn’t understand the words and the tone of Jensen’s words didn’t make him feel any better.
Are you still mad at me?
There were no specific words, but the feelings coming from the wolf could be interpreted only this way. Jensen sighed and crouched in front of the wolf.
“Look. I’m not mad,” he said in the tone that was supposed to be calm and reassuring. “But I’m not happy about what you did either.” He reached out to stroke the wolf’s fur. The animal let Jensen touch him without any complaint. Jensen knew that he could do it now without any fear. And he also knew that the wolf was never going to hurt him again. Not without Jensen’s agreement… and this part was scary. Why would he have wanted the wolf to cause him any more pain? It was ridiculous… as well as the whole werewolf idea…
Yet, when he stepped into the kitchen, there was still the warm morning coffee and unfinished breakfast.
Jensen turned to the wolf that was still following him.
“Um…thanks for that,” he said and set down at the table, enjoying the coffee at first and then the breakfast.
Misha called later, making sure that Jensen was still alive and for some reason Jensen couldn’t bring himself to tell his friend what happened the other day. He simply said that he was okay and that the wolf was peaceful and after listening to Misha’s warnings and advice to get rid of the wolf, he hung up. Only then he realized that the wolf was sprawled in his lap on the couch and Jensen had his free hand buried in his fur. The wolf purred with pleasure and when Jensen threw the phone on the table, he pulled up higher to lick the man’s face. Jensen could feel his contentment and affection and he petted the wolf with enthusiasm, chuckling as he heard the purring sounds the wolf was making.
He touched the stitches on the wolf’s shoulder gently and smiled when the wolf looked at him curiously.
“Sorry, pal, but we’ll have to pull out the stitches,” he said and stroked the whole length of the wound lightly so that the wolf understood. He could still sense confusion, but also trust. He smiled again and stroked the wolf. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered, and the wolf licked his face again.
Jensen laughed quietly and stood up. He could feel the wolf’s gaze on his back as he went to the bathroom and brought the first aid kit from there.
“You forgot to hide this,” he said with a grin when he pulled out small scissors.
The wolf put his head between his front paws, eyeing Jensen. Jensen stroked him again, whispering soothing words. He knew the words themselves didn’t matter, but the tone of his voice was what made the wolf trust him.
“It will be okay, don’t worry. Now I need you to be a good boy and let me do this, all right?”
Jensen was careful and he didn’t stop talking to the wolf, trying to calm him down every time he felt the wolf’s patience was wavering. He could imagine that this wasn’t very pleasant, but the wolf coped bravely with Jensen’s clumsy attempt to pull out the thread from his body.
It took longer than Jensen had anticipated, but the stitches were finally out. Jensen’s consciousness was filled with relief immediately and he couldn’t say whether it was his own or the wolf’s. Probably both.
He didn’t see the naked guy again and so he started thinking that it was just some stupid hallucination. Jesus, the wolf BIT him. He probably lost too much blood and wasn’t okay even in the morning. But… the coffee and breakfast… Jensen shook his head and ordered himself not to think about it.
The wolf retired to his usual place in front of the fireplace and was absolutely satisfied with himself. Jensen glanced at him and sighed, reaching to his neck. Maybe calling Misha wasn’t such a bad idea…
*
The nice smell of morning coffee got him out from the bed. Another hallucination? He padded to the kitchen, finding the naked guy from the other morning there. They met in the doorway; obviously the guy was better prepared today and noticed him coming sooner than yesterday.
“Uh-uh, pal. You’re staying,” he said firmly, looking into the hazel eyes.
The guy was uneasy, Jensen could feel that. He was afraid that Jensen could get mad for some reason.
Jensen sighed. “I’m NOT mad.”
The guy still made a step back, eyeing Jensen cautiously. Jensen noticed a long healing wound winding down his right arm. Yesterday there were stitches. Today they were missing.
Jensen allowed himself to do more scrutiny. The guy was tall and muscular, perfectly built. Nothing on him was small… together with.... Jensen blushed. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at that particular part of the other man’s body. He licked his lips and then swallowed, lifting his eyes from the guy’s crotch only unwillingly.
He realized the man was watching him with utmost curiosity. Jensen smiled.
“Do you know that you’re… hot? Really hot,” he said and nodded approvingly, licking his lips again. “Yeah. Really, really hot.”
The wolf… MAN, Jensen corrected himself… didn’t feel unsettled anymore. There was calmness and anticipation spreading through his consciousness.
Anticipation…
Jensen took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand.
“Come here,” he said softly. “You want this. I know you do. Come to me.”
He felt the wolf-man’s hesitation, but then there was happiness that hit him like a tidal wave. The guy grabbed Jensen’s hand and came close to him in one long step, not giving Jensen any time to react. He leaned to him and nuzzled Jensen’s cheek before he licked his ear.
So wolfish, Jensen thought and smiled, his other hand coming up to touch the man’s face. In the darkest corner of his consciousness he was aware that he should probably have been freaked out… but instead of that he felt happy and absolutely satisfied. He took a deep breath of the man’s scent and he felt warmth and excitement. So nice…
Jensen’s heartbeat quickened as the wolf-man’s desire washed over him. The man whimpered and pressed closer to Jensen, his lips slowly tracing a wet path down Jensen’s neck. Jensen trembled and folded his arms around the broad shoulders, burying his nose in the man’s brown hair, and breathing. Maybe… maybe the desire wasn’t just the wolf’s… MAN’S!
The wolf-man’s body was warm… too warm as if he had a fever. Jensen blamed it on his wolf part. He allowed his one hand slowly slide down the man’s back, feeling every muscle under that smooth skin. The sensation was sending sparks right into his groin and he groaned quietly.
The man stopped licking his neck and pulled away a bit, so that he could look Jensen in the eyes, trying to read his emotions. Jensen smiled and his eyes dropped to the lips so close to his face. He wondered how they could taste… and he wanted to taste so he went for it.
The first touch of their lips was hesitant, but soft and nice and even though Jensen could feel the wolf-man’s initial surprise, the kiss was returned eagerly. Heat spread through Jensen’s body like fire of want. He kissed with more passion and need and the wolf-man was answering in the same way. Jensen moaned when their lips parted for a moment and the man smiled. He put his big, manly hands on Jensen’s hips and pressed him carefully against the wall behind Jensen’s back. An unintentional whine escaped Jensen’s mouth before his lips were sealed again in a new kiss.
The wolf-man was kissing him deeply and not so gently, it was more about teeth and saliva than the tender flesh of tongues… but Jensen didn’t care. Something hard and long and heated was pressed against his own hard-on captured in his jeans. It became a bit annoying when the strong hands were holding him motionless while his own hips started moving in a slow rhythm against the bulge in Jensen’s pants. He growled disapprovingly into the wolf-man’s mouth and reached down to grab his hands and pull them away.
The man stopped moving, causing Jensen whine again with desperation. Feeling the wolf-man’s confusion and hesitation, he kissed him quickly in an attempt to assure him that everything was fine. When the man tried to put his hands back on Jensen’s hips, Jensen shook his head.
“No.”
He gripped his wrists tighter and pressed his aching clothed hard-on against the wolf-man’s incredible swollen pride. The man let out a quiet sigh and started moving again in the same rhythm as Jensen’s hips did. Jensen was amazed how silent the wolf-man was, nevertheless, the feelings that were attacking Jensen’s consciousness were literally screaming with growing lust and passion.
The grip at the man’s wrists loosened, and Jensen found himself caged between strong arms as the man rested his hands palms flat on the wall. When he looked into the man’s eyes, he found out that the hazel green of his irises was rimmed with blue of the same shade as the sky during sunny days. Heaven and Earth, Jensen thought. Irrepressibleness and Force of Mother Nature. Limitless Freedom. Jensen could see the whole powerful Universe reflecting in the depth of those eyes focused on him and only him.
***
He was looking into the deep green eyes and was drowning in them. Breath was caught in his lungs as the mouth of Human connected with his in another wet and exciting expression of affection. His heartbeat reached the speed of a chased rabbit and the friction against his lower parts was driving him to the edge step by step.
He broke their mouth contact in order to take a deep breath. Human’s scent was so unique and so incredible while mixing with his own scent that he couldn’t help himself but bury his nose into the skin right beside the annoying gauze that was covering the place he had marked. That was the place where the mixed odor was the strongest. He smiled and took another deep breath. The sole fact that the object of his affection now smelled after him was driving him to ecstasy.
Mine!
He wanted - desired - to smell after his Human as well. He wanted to belong to the one whom he chose above anyone else in the whole world. He wanted to be marked.
He was very well aware that it wasn’t possible now. There was something missing and he hoped he would have a chance to fix it. Everything went fine so there was probably a good chance that one day he would get what he wanted so much.
He wanted a mate.
And he had made sure no one was going to take what he considered to be his.
But they weren’t mates unless he got marked by his chosen one.
Which wasn’t possible right now.
He whined quietly against the white gauze and folded his arms around Human. How long would he need to wait for him to wear a fur coat and have fangs sharp enough to break skin and imprint the right to own into the tender flesh of the dark brown wolf?
A harder, impatient thrust against his lower parts almost made him yelp with surprise and excitement. It was unexpected and he hated the idea that while he was like a fresh footprint in snow for Human, the feelings of his chosen one were still hidden from him.
He growled quietly and pressed Human against the wall, and standing there chest to chest, he thrust back with the same force. He heard a gasp and a moan. Maybe he would have found the sounds Human was making amusing, but standing like this, tasting each other, and trying to get as much as they could from the restless contact of their bodies - all that was just making him even more aroused. He bit into the skin tasting after sweat and smelling so delicious, careful that he didn’t cause any damage this time.
Two hands pushed against his shoulders, but there was too little strength in it and the movements down there even sped up.
Human’s moans became louder and his whole body was shivering as if it was already too much for him. Nevertheless, he pressed his clothed hips tighter against the naked ones and gave a few more hard thrusts until his excited cry filled the silence of the house, causing his partner to follow him in a silent violent tremble and making the bite in which he was engaged fiercer. There would be a bruise later, right beside the mark.
Human was panting into his shoulder, his arms folded casually on the wolf-man’s broad back. He gave him a few moments to catch his breath, he needed those moments himself. This was more intense than anything he had experienced before, more exciting and more intimate. Much more beautiful and yet more hurting...
He licked the red imprint of his (for the time being) human teeth and nuzzled Human’s cheek affectionately. Then he dropped on his knees. It was cleaning time…
He looked up at Human and smiled, but before his tongue had the time to touch the denim dirtied with his own release, he was pushed away.
“No,” said a firm voice, and he looked up, puzzled. Human’s cheeks were red and it was obvious that he understood what the wolf-man’s intention was. “No, we’ll do it differently.” Now the voice sounded gentler, and Human walked to the counter to come back with a wet dishcloth in his hand. His eyes met the hazel-blue ones and a shy smile appeared on his lips.
“You… can do this alone… if you want… you know?”
He didn’t understand the words, but it was obvious that Human didn’t feel confident enough to make the cleaning part. He needed an encouragement.
He smiled and nuzzled Human’s cheek again, adding a wet touch of his lips. Human chuckled and the dishcloth lightly rubbed the sensitive parts, wiping them clean.
The breath in his lungs hitched for a moment, but then he chuckled and licked Human’s neck. Human shivered and pushed him away again, but the shy smile didn’t disappear from his face.
“I should change my pants. And we should probably find something for you as well.” The voice was friendly and warm, and he was still smiling when Human took his hand and led him into his bedroom. There he turned around and gave his guest a scrutinizing look.
“A T-shirt shouldn’t be a problem,” Human said thoughtfully, “but I’m concerned about pants…”
He leaned his head to the side, watching Human rummaging through his closet. Then there was some piece of clothing in his face and he took it hesitantly. Human smiled.
“Sweatpants. They will be a bit short, but they should do the job.”
He looked at the clothes and then at Human. Aha. He… could do this. He scrutinized the piece of clothing in his hand and hesitantly, not sure whether he was doing this right, he pulled it on. The wide smile on Human’s face told him that he didn’t mess up. He smiled back.
“Okay. Here’s the T-shirt,” Human said and handed him another thing. He was close to give a whine: why did he need to wear this? But he still obeyed. Just to make his Human happy. Obviously he did.
He needed just one step to stand close to Human and he leaned to him and nuzzled his cheek before he licked his ear. Human chuckled softly and patted his chest.
“Okay, dude. I know this is a bit weird for you, but it would be kinda… distracting if you kept walking around… um… just in your natural outfit.” His hand ended up buried in the wolf-man’s hair. “And I don’t want you in your animal form right now. I like this form of you much more,” Human said in a whisper and graced the wolf-man’s mouth with a quick, nice touch of his lips. “You’re perfect,” he whispered after a while into the sharp ear, and the wolf-man shivered as the hot breath tickled his earlobe. He buried his face in the crook between Human’s neck and shoulder, breathing in the beautiful mixed scent of both of them. He smiled contentedly. His own scent on Human’s body was strong. That meant the marking was done properly.
Human chuckled again. “I didn’t know wild animals could be so cuddly.” The answer was a soft, satisfied purr. “Now give me a sec. I need to take care of myself.”
He was pushed away… AGAIN. Human rummaged through the closet one more time and he pulled out two pieces of clothing just like the ones he had given him before. “I’ll be right back,” he said and left the room, heading to the bathroom.
He followed Human and when the door was closed in his face, he leaned against a wall and waited. After a few minutes Human was out, smelling after water and that shit people used for cleaning themselves.
“You left a nice mark,” he said and reached to his neck, rubbing the already visible bruise.
He grinned and pulled the hand that was covering that beautiful place away before he licked the bruise. It was also an attempt to drown the annoying chemical smell in his natural scent again.
Human sighed and pulled away. “I’m sorry for the smell,” he said quietly and walked into the living area where he sat down on the couch.
He followed and sank on the couch, too, his eyes trained on Human.
Human watched him for a while. “Do you have a name?” he asked after a few intakes of breath.
He frowned a bit and leaned his head to the side.
“You don’t understand. Of course not,” Human sighed. “But I feel stupid when I don’t know how to call you. ‘Wolf-man’ won’t do. You need a proper name.”
He whined quietly. He understood that this was important.
“What letter would you like your name to start with?” Human continued.
He shifted closer.
“We can go through the alphabet and let me know when there’s a letter you like, okay?”
He sniffed the air. Expectation…
“A… B… C…”
This was funny. Just sounds, no words, and he couldn’t get their meaning at all.
“ … G… H… I…”
He was about to whine…
“… J…”
He winced. It was like a distant echo of something familiar. He looked wide-eyed at Human.
“What?” Human asked gently. “Do you like the letter? J?”
J… Familiar and still so distant…
He was staring at Human with anticipation.
Human smiled at him. “So J. Just like me. I’m Jensen,” he said and pointed at himself.
He sniffed the air again. Jen…sen… He should remember the sound connected with the incredible scent of melted snow and fire in the fireplace, morning coffee mixed with manly odor. Jensen. His Human.
Jensen smiled when he noticed his interest. “J. There are many names starting with J. Hopefully, we’ll find the right one soon. How about James? Jack? John?”
He blinked, puzzled. What was this? All those sounds were killing the feeling of familiarity.
Jensen. He liked Jensen.
“Okay, I see you don’t like those…” Jensen sighed. “Jason? Jeremy? Joshua? Jeffrey?”
He yawned. This was stupid.
Jensen shook his head. “Sorry, man. Maybe I should call you just J…” He shrugged.
J… The familiarity was back, though it wasn’t exactly right. J was too general. Still, he smiled at Jensen and shifted a little closer.
“Do you really like J so much… Jared?”
Click.
He froze. His eyes were locked with Jensen’s and it looked like Jensen wasn’t even breathing. Well… obviously both of them were holding their breaths right now.
“Jared?” Jensen repeated the name, waiting for a response.
Strength and freedom. Life. Mother Earth. That all was in that one simple word. Jared. That was him.
“Ja…red,” he tried to say it out loud just to hear the sound coming from his own mouth. It was like coming home. “Jared.”
Jensen’s lips widened in a smile. “Jared. You are Jared.”
“Jared…” He smiled back and cuddled close to Jensen, nuzzling his neck. He wasn’t pushed away this time. “Jared.”
“Yes, Jared,” he heard Jensen’s soft voice.
“Jen…s’n,” he tried to say the other name. “Jens’n.”
“Jensen. That’s me,” Jensen whispered as the hazel eyes were fixed on his face.
“Jensen,” Jared corrected himself and smiled. “Jensen.”
***
Jensen would never have though that hearing his own name could ever turn him on so much. Especially while it was coming from the mouth that was more used to whining and growling than to pronouncing clear words.
“Jensen,” he repeated weakly after Jared and nodded.
“Jensen,” the wolf-man said again, getting used to the correct pronunciation incredibly fast. Jensen felt a grip on his T-shirt and Jared’s nose buried in his skin next to the gauze. “Jared.”
Jensen shivered. The way in which the names were spoken… and the feelings that accompanied them… they both were talking clearly: Jensen belonged to Jared.
Jensen turned his head a little so that he could look at Jared. “What?”
Jared stiffened; his lips were still touching the bruised skin gently. Jensen could sense his confusion and worry.
“Jared,” he addressed him carefully.
Jared lifted his head and looked into Jensen’s eyes as if he was trying to read his mind. When Jensen didn’t say anything, Jared pulled away and waited. Jensen could feel the wolf-man’s emotions flooding right to him. Through the confusion and desire he could distinguish hopes and dreams… and fear. He buried his fingers into Jared’s brown mane and pulled him closer.
“What is that you’re afraid of?” he asked quietly and pressed his forehead against Jared’s. Big hands rested on his shoulders.
“Jensen?” Jared said in a quiet whine, and Jensen could feel his worries.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jared. Not now,” he said gently, and most likely it was the tone of his voice that calmed the wolf-man down.
Jared cuddled to him again, putting his head on Jensen’s shoulder with his nose pressed to his neck. Jensen sighed and hugged him gently. He knew that he was not going to do any work today again.
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