“I feel good,” Dylan said. He blushed. “My butt doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“No?” Ryker grinned and nudged his shoulder. “Does that mean that Steve gets to claim you before we go home?”
“Maybe?” Dylan shrugged, his hole twitching at the idea of taking Steve’s cock. It was about the same thickness as Ryker’s cock, but an inch longer and with a fatter head, and Dylan was extremely intimidated. “We can see how it goes.”
“Of course.” Ryker picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV. “Do you mind if we watch the news?”
“Not at all.”
Dylan ate his sandwich, watching the TV but not really paying attention to what they were talking about. A few minutes later, August came back with the coffee. He’d made himself his own plate of sandwiches, and as he sat down, he offered one to Dylan.
“They’re turkey and ham.”
“No, thanks, I’m full,” Dylan said, though he happily accepted a mug of coffee. He turned to Ryker. “Have you tried calling Steve?”
Ryker nodded. “He didn’t pick up.” He tilted his head. “Are you worried about him?”
Dylan wasn’t worried, exactly, but he thought it was weird that Steve wasn’t there with them. It was the morning after he’d werewolf married into Ryker’s mini pack, and Dylan would have thought he’d want to be there with them in the morning.
“I’ll go find him,” Ryker announced. He rose from the couch, brushing a few stray crumbs from his shirt, and put his plate on the coffee table. “I’m just going to brush my teeth first.”
He hadn’t even made it to the hallway before they heard the front door open and footsteps coming from the entranceway. A second later, Steve rounded the corner into the living room and came to a stop. He looked tired, and there was a depressed slump to his shoulders that had Dylan’s gut clenching in concern.
“Hey,” Ryker said, walking over to him. “Are you okay?”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, looking unhappy. “I’m okay.”
Ryker grabbed his arm, rubbing it before pulling him into a hug.
“You’re sad.”
Dylan sat frozen, not sure what he should be doing. Ryker was comforting Steve, but should he go over there, too? Or would that just crowd him and be too much?
He stayed where he was.
“I talked to my mom and she told me some things about her and my dad. I’ll tell you about it later, after I talk to Marcus and hear what he has to say about it.”
“Anything we can do to help?” August asked. He rose up, walking over to Steve and putting his hand on his back.
“No, it’s about stuff that happened when we were kids. I just need to talk to Marcus and hear what he has to say about it.”
He pulled out of Ryker’s embrace and ran his hand through his hair.
“Do you want some breakfast?” Dylan asked, standing up and walking over to the trio. He didn’t feel like he had anything to contribute that would be comforting, but he didn’t want to just sit there on the couch like he didn’t care. “I can make you something.”
“That would be pretty great,” Steve said, smiling at him. “I’m starving.”
Dylan brightened, the warmth in Steve’s expression going right to his chest, making it flutter.
“What would you like? I’m pretty good at French toast, if you have bread, or I can make pancakes.”
“Can you make scrambled eggs?”
Dylan nodded. He sometimes ended up cooking them too long and making them dry, but that was only when he failed to pay attention.
“Then that’s what I’d like.”
Steve took a seat on the couch with Ryker, while Dylan made his way to the kitchen. August followed behind him, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and watching him as he started to cook.
