6
Kyle
Ever since thatnight when he’d got off-the-walls drunk, Kyle had an almost constant headache.
He barely remembered what happened the night of the party. When he’d finally been woken up by a confused Scout, he discovered that he’d been naked. That shot up pretty quickly on his list of most embarrassing things that had ever happened to him.
He’d apologized profusely to Scout, who just laughed it off and helped him find his clothes.
“I’ll leave you to that,” Scout had said, handing him his pants, which were across the room for some reason.
“Thanks,” Kyle had muttered, embarrassed.
But once Scout left, Kyle realized something. There was definitely a man-shaped indent in the bed next to the spot where he had been asleep. His stomach twisted.
With a huge spike of anxiety, Kyle forced himself to get closer to the scene of the crime. Although it wasn’t as strong as when he was in wolf form, his nose was still better at identifying a scent than a regular human.
He carefully inhaled a few whiffs of the spot and then gasped.
He recognized that scent.
His heart plummeted to the depths of his stomach.
It was Stark.
Kyle didn’t know whether to be thrilled or devastated, but either way he was horrified. The alcohol must have had a vice grip on him if he was drunk enough to have sex with Stark and then not even fucking remember it.
He groaned, dragging his hands down his face. This was what he had always dreamed of, but in all the wrong ways. He’d longed to be intimate with Stark for over a year, and now that it finally happened, it was awful. Stark was nowhere to be seen. Kyle’s stomach flipped again as he realized that he must have been embarrassed when he woke up naked next to him, and ran off in shame.
Kyle had sat on the side of the bed, dreading the conversation he knew he had to have with Stark eventually.
But first, he had to find him.
* * *
Kyle tried calling him first, obviously, and the first time the phone reached the machine Kyle grunted in frustration long before the tone and hung up. The second time he did the same thing. But on the third try, Kyle was beginning to get anxious. HeknewStark wasn’t at work, and it was the middle of the day so he couldn’t be asleep - Kyle couldn’t think of any other excuse Stark might have for not picking up his phone for the third time.
“Comeon,” Kyle mumbled, his fingers trembling as he considered calling a fourth time. He thought better of it and stashed the phone away with a sigh.
He stared at the wall, musing over his thoughts. Heknewwhere Stark lived. He could easily walk there and confront him personally, but the thought of it made Kyle’s willpower shrivel up and die.
What else could he do?
Stay calm,Kyle told himself before trying to think of alternatives. Maybe Stark had just gone out and didn’t bring his phone with him. Maybe he was somewhere noisy and couldn’t hear it ringing.
Kyle quickly picked his phone back up and typed a text message.
If u see this, pls call me. Its important. Kyle.
Sent.
“There,” Kyle mumbled, pocketing the phone. “At least now he has no excuse.”
* * *
By the next day, Stark had still not called back. Kyle was getting frustrated. Four phone calls and no response.
He checked the text from yesterday.
