John stood in the shower for the second time that day, determined to be clean when Elijah came over. The last thing he wanted was for the young werewolf to get a nose full of sex the minute he walked through the door.
Carter might not care—might even like it—but John was raised right.
As he got out of the shower, John’s eye landed on the plug he’d taken out of his ass that morning. The feeling of waking up with the plug filling his hole—pushing against his prostate—had been intense.
There was something wonderfully kinky about walking around with a toy in his ass. Picking it up, John walked into the bedroom and found the lube. He poured a small dollop on the tip and smeared it all over, lifting his leg up on the bed and reaching back to push the rubber toy into his hole.
It burned going it, teasing his sore rim, but once he pushed past the widest part his ass swallowed it up like it was hungry for it. John walked back into the bathroom and washed his hands, getting dressed just like normal.
Walking out to find Carter, the plug pressed against his prostate and made him feel wonderful. It wasn’t quite enough to give him a hard-on, for which he was glad considering the fact that they were having company over, but it would definitely make it easier to get aroused.
Not that he really needed any help in that department.
“Luke just called, they’re on the way over now, ”Carter said when John walked into the living room. He was still shirtless—he hadn’t worn more than sweatpants all day—and sitting there with his big feet propped up on the coffee table he looked like an overgrown frat boy.
It was hot.
“I’m just going to go shower and get changed,” Carter said, standing up and adjusting his bulge. “I ordered dinner from that Chinese place we like, so that should be here at any moment. Sound good?”
“Sounds good,” John said, forcing his eyes away from the outline of Carter’s cock against his thigh. The way it moved when Carter walked was mesmerizing. “Is Luke eating with us?”
“No, he’s just dropping Elijah off,” Carter said, heading for the shower and stopping on the way to give John a quick kiss. When he pulled away he gave John a funny look. “You smell like lube.”
“We used a lot today.” John couldn’t help but blush. Carter grinned, wrapping him up in a hug and sliding his hand down his back and over his ass. He found the base of the plug through his jeans and gave it a twist.
“You like that?” Carter asked, his voice low and hot. “Like being filled up all the time?”
“Mhmh,” John moaned. He lifted up on his toes, Carter’s hand massaging his ass and grinding the plug into his hole. His cock was hard as a rock.
“I’ll have to get you some bigger ones. Train your hole to really take it.” Carter gave the plug one last twist before stepping away. “You like the sound of that?”
John was flushed and breathing hard, and he nodded without a second’s thought. He really liked the sound of that.
“Good.” Carter kissed him, stepping back and walking to the shower without looking back. John watched him go, giving himself a little shake once he was out of view.
He couldn’t believe how hot and bothered Carter got him. It was unreal.
***
The Chinese takeout arrived while Carter was in the shower, followed shortly by Luke and Elijah.
“John, you’re here,” Luke said when John opened the door. It was a little awkward. John knew that Luke knew about him and Carter—Carter had explained that there was no way Luke hadn’t smelled Carter all over him—but it wasn’t something they’d talked about.
Though now they both knew why John had been so offended by Luke’s attitude, and why Luke had been so sincere in his apology.
“I am,” John said. “My roof caved in so I’m staying here until it gets fixed. Maybe longer. Anyway, this must be Elijah.”
John looked at the man he assumed had to be Elijah, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m John.”
Elijah wasn’t what he’d expected. Given all the talk about how submissive Elijah was, John had assumed he’d be smaller. But meeting him in person he was obviously a werewolf. He was easily six-foot-four, handsome in that way that all werewolves seemed to be, and while not quite as muscular as Luke or Carter he still had more bulk that John.
That would teach John not to judge people based on their appearances.
Elijah looked at John’s outstretched hand like he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Luke nudged him not to gently in the side and Elijah reached out and reciprocated the handshake. His grip was firm, but not like he was trying to crush John’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
John stepped aside from the doorway, holding the door open. “Come on in. Carter is just finishing up in the shower and he should be out any minute.”
