Free Wolf Hunter by Ryan Loveless Page B

“My friends call me West—”
    “I have to leave—”
    “— I like it when you do.” Westley undid Jaylen’s button and eased the zipper down. Jaylen watched, uncertain if he wasn’t moving because he couldn’t (bound by lust) or because he didn’t want to.
    “ West—” Jaylen repeated, partly to stop him, and partly to see Westley smile. Westley pushed the table back and knelt between his legs. He didn’t push the table far enough and ended up having to untangle himself. Jaylen bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh.
    “ You’re not even going to let me blow you goodbye?”
    “ Oh.”
    Westley pulled Jaylen’s hardening cock free. He bent and kissed the tip. “I’m good. You’ll see.”
    He struggled to get control of the situation away from his dick, which generally had no business being in the driver’s seat. “Westley, you’re not going to force me into a shotgun wedding, are you? Am I going to wake up tied to a bed like in Misery ?”
    Westley’s eyes glinted in amusement. “I solemnly swear I will not do any of those things. I want you to think about staying. It’s dark out there. What do you have to do this late, anyway?”
    “I’m still paying for my room,” Jaylen said. “I need to get my money’s worth out of that trap.” Jaylen didn’t mean for his voice to shake as he forced a laugh, but Westley’s desperation bled off him. It was damned uncomfortable.
    “ Well, if it makes you feel better, pretend you’re paying me.” He took Jaylen’s cock in his mouth, leaving Jaylen to connect his statement to his action.
    Suddenly the situation had a new context. Jaylen pushed him off and bolted up.
    “What?” Westley asked from the floor. He’d thrown a hand backwards to brace himself, but Jaylen’s shove had caused him to bang his back against the table.
    “ I don’t—I’m not like that. I wouldn’t use you like—” Westley thought he would do that? Thought he’d be an asshole, take advantage....
    “ Jaylen, it’s a game. Role play. It doesn’t mean any... oh shit.” Jaylen looked away as Westley figured it out. “You?”
    “ Yeah.”
    “ You meant— It’s not pretend for you, is it?”
    “ No.” Jaylen still didn’t look, so he didn’t expect it when Westley hugged him. Westley had stood up, and now he framed Jaylen into an awkward embrace. Their chests were perpendicular to each other as Westley, bent at the waist, lay almost on top of Jaylen’s shoulders and pressed his face to Jaylen’s cheek. After a second, Jaylen put his arms around him.
    “ I’m sorry,” Westley said.
    “ It’s fine.” Jaylen patted his back. “I know it’s a fantasy for a lot of people, but—”
    “ No, I should have asked if you were okay with me doing that. I’m not very smart sometimes.” Westley pulled away and started pacing.
    “ I think you’re plenty smart,” Jaylen said, meaning it.
    “ I’ll make you tea. I’ve got one that’s really good for calming nerves.”
    “ My nerves are fine.”
    “ I meant mine,” he said with an embarrassed smile.
    “ Well, what’s in that mug?” Jaylen pointed at the one Westley had been drinking. “I could finish that.”
    “ No.” Westley snatched it up. “I mean, it’s too strong.” He sipped and made a show of grimacing. “I’ll make you something else. I’ve got fresh mint. Does that sound good?”
    “ Sounds perfect.” Jaylen slumped backwards, relieved the moment was past them.
    “ Okay.” Westley almost tripped getting back to the kitchen. A few drops sloshed out of his mug. He steadied himself and kept going. Jaylen watched him rush around the kitchen. He smiled. He didn’t get to witness domesticity too often, certainly not like this where he was the object of it. Westley continued drinking the tea he’d claimed was too strong. When he went to the counter to accept his mug from Westley, Westley’s mug was sitting there, empty. He refilled it with what looked like the same tea as before.
    “ Did you