“No,” Luke said, shaking his head. “By then I’d already decided I’d been an idiot. I guess that’s why I didn’t tell him what we fought about in the first place. I knew what he’d say. He did however tell me to go talk to you.” Luke looked up at the ceiling, a rueful smile on his face. “I was really nervous, and I’d been putting it off.”
“You were nervous?” John asked. Luke looked like the kind of man who didn’t even know the meaning of the word.
“So nervous. You’re one of my best friends, and I acted like a major douche. I guess I was worried you didn’t want to be friends anymore even if I apologized.”
“I’m glad you came over,” John said, putting it out there. He smiled at Luke. “And that you got over your douchenozzlery.”
“Douchenozzlery?” Luke asked, laughing.
“It’s a word,” John defended himself.
After that things were easy, and by the time Luke said goodbye John felt like things between them were normal.
He wondered if he should warn Carter. When he and Luke had been fighting it hadn’t mattered, but Carter was hiding a pretty big secret and Luke was one of the people he was hiding it from.
John carried the empty beer cans he and Luke had finished into the kitchen, dropping them in the recycling bin as he wondered what to do.
Sliding his phone out of his pocket he typed out a quick text.
Thanks for last night, it was a lot of fun. Walking funny all day! I’m just texting to let you know that Luke Wolfman and I talked, and we’re not fighting anymore. If that’s too close for comfort for you I understand. John.
John stared at the text for a while, wondering if it would drive Carter away for good, but then he hit send anyway. Not telling Carter about Luke would feel like a lie, and John hated lying. He didn’t like lying, and he didn’t like being lied to.
Heading back to the living room, John let his phone rest on his lap as he watched the TV. Ten minutes after he’d sent the text it vibrated. John flipped it over and read Carter’s answering text.
I had fun, too. Repeat this weekend? I trust you not to tell Luke anything.
John grinned, his cock hardening in his pants at the thought of a repeat performance. He typed out a quick reply and hit send.
I won’t, and a repeat sounds fun. I have the weekend off so any time is good for me:)
Reaching inside his pants to fondle himself, John waited for an answer. It came a minute later.
Pick you up on Friday at seven? You can spend the night/weekend…
There was only one thing to say to that.
Sounds good! Can’t wait! :)
John kept on stroking his cock, but his hand was cramped for space inside his tight pants so he undid his fly and let his cock flop free. He started stroking himself for real, looking at Carter’s messages and imagining what the werewolf looked like while he sent them.
OK. See you then. Good night.
John shot his load, come spewing up and drenching his shirt. He wiped his hand off on his sleeve and sent back a text saying good night, and then dropped back against the back of the couch with a smile on his face.
He couldn’t wait for the weekend.
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