Tomorrow was a Monday, and Carver would have to go into work the whole day.
“That sound okay to you?” Carver asked, looking at Peter.
“Sure.” Peter still sounded down.
“Great, it’s a plan.”
They continued eating, Carver and Tex making small talk while Peter brooded. They tried to include him, but Peter obviously wasn’t in the mood to talk, and when dinner was over he informed them that he was going to go take a shower.
Tex looked like he wanted to forbid it, but one look at Peter’s face kept him quiet. It was okay. If Peter wasn’t in the mood to smell like a brothel, Carver and Tex weren’t going to force him.
10
Peter
Peter didn’t know why it hurt his feelings so much that Carver didn’t believe he was innocent, but the doubt was like a stab to the gut. He spent the rest of the evening in the bedroom, browsing the web on Carver’s tablet and watching videos on YouTube, trying not to think about how little Carver obviously thought of him.
When Carver and Tex walked into the room at around ten-thirty, Peter tensed up. He wasn’t in the mood for more of their pushing.
“Feeling better?” Tex asked, stripping off his shirt and letting it drop to the floor.
Peter shrugged.
“You should come brush your teeth, we’re going to bed now,” Tex said, heading into the bathroom. Carver stayed behind, waiting for Peter to follow.
Moving slow, Peter climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom with Carver hot on his heel.
They brushed their teeth in silence.
Back in the bedroom, Carver and Tex both stripped naked, and even though he wasn’t in the mood for anything sexual, it was impossible for Peter not to sneak a peek at their muscular bodies and the thick cocks and heavy balls dangling between their legs. Soft, Carver’s cock was a little bigger than Tex’s, though Peter knew that Tex had Carver beat by about half an inch when they were hard.
“Come on, you’re sleeping up here with us tonight,” Tex said, pulling down the covers and gesturing for Peter to crawl under them.
Peter looked to Carver to see if he would protest—giving him a choice—but Carver just walked around the mattress and climbed into the bed from the other side.
Swallowing, Peter took off his pants and climbed up on the mattress. Tex stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“No clothes. You’ll be way too hot.”
Reluctantly, Peter pulled off his t-shirt and pushed down his underwear and scrambled under the covers. He could feel the heat of Carver’s body next to him, the scent of the man filling his nose.
Tex climbed into the bed after him, and pretty soon, Peter found himself pressed tight between the two werewolves, Tex’s thigh draped heavy over his legs and Carver’s arm wrapped around his waist.
He could feel both their cocks pressing against his thighs.
How was he supposed to sleep like this?
Wanting to turn over and make himself more comfortable, Peter found that he couldn’t. Rather than feel trapped, Peter just felt… settled. There was something strangely nice about being completely unable to move, Tex and Carver’s hold on him absolute and non-negotiable.
Closing his eyes, Peter surrendered to the feeling.
11
Carver
“Good morning Mr. Wilde,” Thomas, Carver’s assistant, greeted him in his office. “Did you have a nice weekend?”
Carver put his briefcase on his desk and took off his coat, shooting his assistant a grin while taking a seat.
