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“Then why the hell do you keep drinking it?” I paused as what he said sank in. “Roscoe, that was two-and-a-half pounds of Robusta coffee! What should I do? Do I take you to the vet?”

“Listen to my idea,” he said, talking much faster than before. “Sex Ed by Roscoe.” He stepped closer and nudged me with his elbow. “Eh? Whaddya think?”

“I think I’m going to start hiding my coffee from now on.”

“C’mon. It’s a great idea for porn. I’m the big bad wolf that shows up to teach you all about sex, and you pretend to be all doe-eyed and innocent.”

“Heh, yeah.Pretend,” Adam muttered under his breath.

The room flashed red for a second.

“Think about it, Cody. We gotta have an angle that’s kinda unique or we’ll get buried. You know how much half-turn-on-werewolf porn there is?”

I shook my head.

“A lot. A LOT a lot.” He rubbed his head. “Shouldn’t be surprised, I guess.”

“What about the costume idea?”

“It wasn’t as unique as I thought.” He took my hands in his and gave me that wide-eyed, watery stare, only this time, his wired pupils made it creepy rather than cute. “It could be really fun.”

“You’re not using my phone for this.”

“But I don’t got nothin’ to record us.”

“Use mine,” Adam said with a smirk before fishing his phone out of his pocket and tossing it to Roscoe. “Cody’s phone is a cheap piece of shit. This one’s got some great camera features.”

“My phone’s cheap because I’m not an idiot that spends over a grand on something I barely use to make phone calls.”

Adam ignored me and hurried over to Roscoe. “You can record in 4k, and you can even use the slo-mo feature for when things really get rough. It’s even waterproof.”

“Hmm,” Roscoe said, stroking the thicker fur around his chin. “That could come in handy. I got a great idea.” He looked back at me. “Don’t leave or nothin’.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, but I might now,” I mumbled, sitting back on the couch to resume the video I was watching earlier.

Roscoe had been in our bedroom for over an hour with the door closed, though occasionally stepped out the back door. Austin kept to himself in the garage working on something with his power tools. Adam and I finally settled on a show but had to crank up the volume to drown out all the drilling and hammering.

“What the hell is he doing in there? I’m about to say something.”

“Don’t you dare,” Adam said, kicking his feet up on the couch to block me. “He’s leaving me alone. That’s all that matters.”

“I thought you guys were getting along better. Did he do any of that stuff you wanted?”

The half-turn ground his teeth.

“I take that as a no.”

“He was so close. So close, but then he got all weird because I was on top and was ‘telling him what to do.’ So, it was business as usual. Austin’s specialty: hard and fast with no foreplay.” He muted the television. “You don’t seem like you’re all that interested in Roscoe’s idea. Why don’t you let me do it?”

A slight pang sent a warm flash through my face. “Don’t subject yourself to Roscoe’s perversions.”

“I think it’ll be fun, and if he’s as good as you say he is, it could be what I need.”

The entire room turned red again, and the annoyance from earlier quickly manifested into something I didn’t expect. “Really. It’s not necessary.”

“You’re just going to bore everyone and kill boners.”

“Like anyone will find your gaping asshole convincing enough to be an innocent high school boy.”