Still wearing the oversized t-shirt he’d slept in, Sebastian left the bathroom and made his way to Viggo and Bjorn’s ridiculous walk-in closet. There had to be something that would fit him in there. He turned on the light and looked around, huffing in judgmental amusement. The closet was bigger than his college dorm room – which he had shared with two people – and it held enough clothes that the two werewolves could have opened their own big and tall store.
The left side obviously belonged to Viggo. Half the space was taken up by suits and crisp white shirts that looked like they had come straight from the dry cleaner, so pristine and neat on their hangers that Sebastian was afraid to so much as touch them.
Not that he had any reason to touch them. Viggo’s suits were perfectly tailored to his body, showing off his impressive physique and hugging his muscles just right, but on Sebastian, they would look ridiculous.
Ignoring the suits, Sebastian started looking for something to wear. Though he didn’t find anything that would fit him, except maybe some of Viggo’s compression gear, seeing what kind of clothes the two alphas preferred was fascinating.
Viggo obviously liked to dress nice. The only clothes he had that could be called casual were his workout clothes, and even those were the kind of things you’d see in a magazine on a fitness model.
Bjorn, on the other hand, was much more relaxed. Half his jeans had holes in them – rips and tears that Sebastian couldn’t make sense of – and the one suit Sebastian found hanging next to a couple of old dress uniforms looked like it had seen better days. Soft denim, comfortable sweaters, and flannel shirts seemed to be Bjorn’s preferences.
That and leather. Bjorn had a whole collection of leather jackets hanging opposite Viggo’s suits, well-worn and well cared for, along with an entire shelf stacked tall with leather pants. Trailing his fingers over the buttery soft material, Sebastian wondered if Bjorn had a fetish or if there was some other explanation for the excessive amount of leather in his wardrobe.
Sebastian giggled at the idea of a werewolf with a leather fetish. It was just too ridiculous, but at the same time, werewolves were people, too. There was no rule that they had to be vanilla in the bedroom.
Looking through the jackets, Sebastian smiled when he found one that matched the pants Bjorn had been wearing the day before. The leather was thick but soft – made to protect the wearer while they rode a motorcycle – with a high collar and fitted sleeves that Sebastian imagined would look amazing hugging Bjorn’s beefy arms and wide shoulders.
Without letting himself think about it, Sebastian leaned in and pushed his face into the interior of the jacket. He rubbed the smooth material against his cheeks, breathing in the mix of Bjorn’s body and the scent of leather, and imagined Bjorn wearing the thing, shirtless with his abs and chest exposed, hugging him tight.
If he hadn’t just jerked off, Sebastian would have reached down and finished himself off right there.
Pulling away, feeling embarrassed and looking around just to make sure no one had seen him huffing Bjorn’s jacket like a crazy person, Sebastian stroked the sleeve with the back of his finger and stepped away.
Sebastian didn’t have a leather fetish, his current behavior aside, but he did have a thing for the kind of guy who could pull off a leather jacket and make it look natural.
Bjorn was definitely one of those people.
Stepping away, giving himself a mental shake and telling himself to stop being a creep, Sebastian resumed his search for something to wear. When he didn’t find anything more promising than Viggo’s compression gear, he went back to the drawer and found the smallest shirt and leggings he could.
Holding them up, Sebastian eyed the stretchy shirt and leggings. They looked way too small for Viggo, but according to the labels, they were both size XXL. He bet Viggo would look amazing squeezed into them, the stretchy polyester hugging his body like a second skin as he worked out and built up a sweat, his cock making the front of the compression pants bulge.
Sebastian forced himself to stop thinking about Viggo’s body and how good he would look in compression gear. He needed to get a hold of himself. First his obscene behavior with Bjorn’s leather, and now this…
He was such a degenerateslut.
Taking off his dirty t-shirt and pulling on his temporary outfit, Sebastian walked over to the mirror and examined himself. The shirt was loose and too long, but it didn’t reach all the way down to his knees or expose his collarbone, and the leggings were fine once he rolled up the hems. A braided leather belt, wrapping around his waist and preventing the leggings from sliding down around his thighs, finished the look.
He looked ridiculous. The idea that anyone, let alone two studs like his new alphas, would be attracted to him seemed absurd.
Dressed and feeling very ready to get a load of laundry into the washing machine, Sebastian gathered up his dirty clothes and set out in search of the laundry room. His stomach rumbled as he walked down the hall, opening doors and peering into rooms as he went, but he decided that breakfast could wait.
After looking through all of the second and most of the first floor, Sebastian found the laundry room at the back of the house attached to a mudroom leading out to the back yard. The machine was fancy, with an electronic display on the front-loading door, and Sebastian spent more time than he was comfortable admitting figuring out how to run a quick wash program.
Then there was the issue of figuring out where to put the detergent. There were three compartments, each with different symbols inside, and Sebastian had no idea what was right.
He ended up pouring the detergent directly into the machine on top of his clothes. At least that way he could be sure that they’d see some soap action.
Turning the machine on, Sebastian was gratified to see a timer for thirty minutes on the display. That seemed like a reasonable time for a small load of laundry.
With the laundry taken care of, Sebastian made his way back to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He rummaged around the refrigerator and found bacon and eggs, and there was a loaf of bread on the counter that Sebastian helped himself to a slice of.
As he ate, Sebastian pulled up his phone and read his emails. He had a few messages from the school administration, things about his budget and a notice that he needed to set up a meeting with the parents of a special needs child that would be entering his class, and about fifteen emails from his mom with forwarded links about how to sue to get out of a Life Mate contract.
Reading through them, Sebastian groaned. All of the cases involved people who had yet to be chosen, and just one of them had managed to get out of their contract on the grounds that they’d been coerced by their parents into signing up.
After skimming over the last article his mother had sent him, his food finished, Sebastian was startled to find that he was relieved his mother hadn’t found anything to help him get away from his new werewolves.
Sitting up a little straighter, Sebastian examined the feeling. He hadn’t wanted Viggo to choose him – still didn’t want to be with them without having the choice to walk away – but there was also a part of him that was curious to see where this was going.
