John didn’t really know what to bring to Carter’s apartment, and so he packed like he was going on vacation for a week. He brought the basics when it came to clothes and toiletries, as well as his computer and electronics, figuring that he could bring whatever else he needed later.
Walking into Carter’s apartment with the intention of staying there for an undefined amount of time was a weird feeling. He took his bag into the bedroom, leaving it by the door to the bathroom, and then sat down on the bed.
He couldn’t really imagine himself sleeping there without Carter.
Thinking about Carter and how he’d said that having John in his life made him happy made John’s gut feel like it was filled with a whole host of frantic butterflies. It was exactly the kind of thing he’d been wanting to hear, and now he couldn’t help but worry that he’d made it all up in his head.
But he hadn’t. Carter had said it, and John was happy.
Then he thought back to his sex apartment comment and he cringed. Why had he put it like that? It was the absolute worst time he could have had a case of foot in mouth disease.
John didn’t stay in the bedroom for long. He made himself a cup of coffee and sat down on the living room couch, leaning back and making himself comfortable and turning on the TV.
The coffee was supposed to keep him awake, but it wasn’t doing a very good job. His whole body felt heavy and slow, and the warm blanket he’d wrapped around his legs was the most comfortable thing he’d ever felt.
John finished his first cup of coffee in a matter of minutes, and he had every intention of getting up and making himself another… just, in a minute.
He didn’t even register when he fell asleep. One minute he was trying to focus on the TV, and the next he was blinking his eyes open and seeing Carter crouching down in front of him.
“You awake?” Carter asked, sliding his hand up John’s knee and letting it rest on his thigh. John’s skin tingled under his jeans where Carter had touched him.
“I fell asleep?” John said, taking his feet off the coffee table and sitting up. His muscles were sore and his legs were taking longer to wake up than the rest of him.
“Looks like it,” Carter said, sitting down next to him. He pulled John into his side and kissed the top of his head. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” he said, resting his cheek on the side of Carter’s chest. The word didn’t really encapsulate how he was feeling, so he elaborated. “Happy.”
“Yeah?” Carter’s voice was low and warm, and John’s cock jumped at the sound of it. He snuggled further into Carter’s body.
“Very happy.”
“I’m glad. You make me happy too. Now do you want something to eat or do you want to go to bed?”
John scrunched up his nose. “Sex isn’t on the table?”
Carter laughed. “I figured you were too tired.”
“Not if I just lie there and you do all the work,” John said. His cock pressed against the front of his jeans and he looked up at Carter’s face. “It’s going to be amazing.”
Carter grinned back at him, that wolfish smile that John loved. The teeth made John want to bare his neck in glorious submission.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, standing up. John was only deprived of the touch of his body for a brief second, and then Carter lifted him up and carried him off to the bedroom like a virgin bride.
If amazing was what Carter was aiming for, he was off to a good start.
***
John let himself go limp as Carter lay him down on the bed and stripped him naked. The feeling of Carter’s big hands moving and controlling him, rough and sure and confident, was incredible.
“I like you like this,” Carter said, straddling John’s thighs and leaning down to massage his shoulders. “All boneless and submissive. It’s fucking hot.”
“Mhm,” John mumbled, enjoying the way Carter was massaging him way too much to talk.
He could feel the werewolf’s massive cock poking at his ass, and the aggressive length was a delicious contrast to the tender and firm way that Carter was using his hands. Carter moved his hips so that his cock was nestled in the crack of John’s ass, and he rubbed it up and down as he worked the knots out of John’s shoulders.
John must have fallen asleep again, because one minute Carter was massaging his arms, and the next there was lube dripping down on his hole and Carter was pushing inside.
“You can take it,” Carter said, lowering himself down and wrapping his arms around John’s upper body. His cock pushed into John’s hole inch by inch, the intrusion making John tighten his ass and arch his back.
