“You guys are so hot; it’s like you’re not even real.”
Tex puffed up his chest, pleased. “Thank you. I agree.”
Peter let out a snort of a laugh, shaking his head.
Tex and Carver both sat down to eat, and Carver thanked Tex for making them breakfast. They ate in silence, and it was quite clear that both Peter and Carver were thinking about their evening at The Bank.
They needed a distraction.
“It’s the full moon this week,” Tex said.
“I know,” Peter said, perking up. “I installed an app on my phone that tracks the cycle of the moon.”
“We were thinking you could come into the woods with us,” Tex said, shoving a whole strip of bacon into his mouth. “Bring a tent and sleep out there.”
“Like camping?” Peter asked, gaze darting between Tex and Carver with a pleased little grin.
“Yeah, except Carver and I would be shifted.”
Tex watched Peter’s expression carefully. The fact that he and Carver were werewolves hadn’t come up much with Peter, and he had been far less curious about it than Tex was used to with regular humans. Tex really hoped Peter wasn’t repressing some sort of phobia.
That would be very awkward.
“Could I pet you?” Peter asked, dispelling Tex’s fears. People with werewolf phobias did not ask to pet them.
“If you want,” Carver said, smirking.
“You guys aren’t going to want to…” Peter trailed off, clearly expecting them to know what he was asking about. Tex stared at him blankly, waiting for him to finish the sentence, but then he got what Peter was asking. Red suffused his cheeks.
“No, we only want…” Tex couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“We don’t want to fuck you when we’re in wolf form,” Carver said, blunt and blushing just as hard as Tex. Some werewolves were into that sort of thing, but Tex and Carver were most definitelynot.
“Okay, that’s fine then,” Peter said, relieved. “So, camping with werewolves. That’s fun.”
Tex caught Carver’s gaze, a silent communication passing between them.
“We were thinking one of us should shift before that, get you used to it,” Tex said, Carver nodding along.
“Just in case you freak out,” Carver said.
“Makes sense,” Peter said. He put down his knife and fork, his plate wiped clean. “Were you thinking today?”
Tex looked at Carver, but he just shrugged.
“If you want,” Tex said, his wolf rising to the surface at the thought of shifting. “You have that thing tonight, though. Are you sure it won’t be too much for one day?”
“I think it would take my mind off it, actually,” Peter countered. He grinned. “That, and I want to see it!”
Tex laughed. “All right,” he said, stuffing the last of his eggs into his mouth and chewing. “We’ll clean up here and head outside and introduce you to our furry selves.” He looked to Carver. “Sound good?”
Carver nodded, looking just as pleased as Tex felt at Peter’s easy acceptance.
* * *
They decidedthat Carver would be the one to shift into his wolf. Making their way to the back yard, Tex grabbed Peter and held him close to his chest as Carver pulled off his t-shirt and stripped out of his briefs.
“Are you ready?” Carver asked, rolling his shoulders and stretching his back. His cock hung loose and dangling between his legs, his big balls pulled up tight from the cold.
