Carter couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy.
“Yeah?” John asked, folding his hands in front of him on the kitchen island. He was looking at Carter like he’d hung the fucking moon.
“So much,” Carter said. He walked away from the counter and around the island, grabbing John up in his arms and kissing him. John’s arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing him as hard as his human strength allowed, like he was worried that if he let go Carter might disappear.
Carter’s stomach rumbled, loud and impatient, and they pulled apart.
“Hungry?” John sounded amused.
“Very,” Carter said, not moving.
“Then we should eat. Is the batter done?”
Carter nodded.
“Okay, do you want to get showered while I start cooking the pancakes?”
Carter shook his head. He liked how he was now, grimy and still covered in the sweat and come of their lovemaking. He was rank and he loved it.
“Let me rephrase. Please go shower while I cook the pancakes. You stink.” John was smiling, which softened the blow.
“But I like it,” he complained, grabbing John and pressing him into his chest. “Don’t you like it?”
He rubbed the human’s face up and down his pecs, the feeling of John’s erection pressing against his thigh only making him do it harder.
John pushed himself away with a laugh, wiping his face as he stepped out of reach.
“No, take a shower.”
Carter heaved a sigh, but his discontent was entirely faked and they both knew it. He’d never been so happy.
“Fine. Deny me my wolfy pleasures. I’ll go shower.”
John just grinned. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Carter turned and headed for the shower while John made his way to the counter to finish making the pancakes.
As he stood in the shower, washing away the wonderful scent of John and his body, the grin never left his face.
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