The elevator doors opened, and August smiled at the sight of Dylan’s sneakers blocking the doors.
Ryker and Steve were supposed to be home before him, and he would bet a hundred dollars that Dylan had left his sneakers there as a provocation to make Steve spank him.
He stepped over the shoes, taking off his boots and hanging up his coat, leaving his suitcase in the hall as he went in search of his mates.
It had been five days since he’d seen them, and he missed them.
He found Dylan sitting in the living room, furiously typing on his keyboard. At August’s appearance in the doorway, he looked up and grinned.
“August! You’re home early.” Dylan closed his laptop and jumped to his feet, rushing across the floor and jumping into August’s arms. He pushed his fingers into August’s hair and held on as August licked into his mouth. When he pulled back, he was breathless and his lips were red from August’s stubble. He grinned. “How was your trip?”
“It was good,” August said, carrying Dylan over to the couch and sitting down. He kept Dylan on his lap, sitting chest to chest, his hands coming to rest on the boy’s very grabbable ass. “Not as nice as the private planes, but I got upgraded to first class, so that was fun. Are Ryker and Steve not here yet?”
Dylan nuzzled his jaw. “They’re in the car on their way from the airport. They should be here any minute.”
“I put away your sneakers,” August lied, holding back a laugh at the way Dylan froze.
“Thanks,” Dylan said, trying to hide how disappointed he was. “You didn’t have to do that.”
August chuckled. “I’m lying. They’re still there. Do you really want to rile Steve up like that? It’s only been three days since the full moon.”
Dylan buried his face in August’s neck and let out an embarrassed whine.
“I just want him to put me over his lap and spank me. It’s not my fault he does it better when he’s annoyed.”
August kissed Dylan’s ear, biting at the shell of his ear and grinding his hips up so that his bulge pressed into Dylan’s taint.
Dylan and Steve shared a closet, and it had become an unexpected source of tension. Steve was fastidious – everything in its place – while Dylan was a messy slob. He left his clothes on the floor, and when he did put them away, he shoved them into his side of the closet without any sort of method to his madness.
It drove Steve insane.
“He’s going to realize that you’re egging him on,” August warned. “And then he won’t spank you at all.”
Dylan pulled back, his expression worried. “He wouldn’t.”
“He would.”
Dylan sighed, an internal conflict playing across his features.
“Fine, I’ll put my shoes away.” Dylan wriggled off August’s lap, jogging out of the living room. August watched him go, absentmindedly working his bulge with the palm of his hand as he waited for him to return.
“How’s your thesis going?” he called out, loud enough that Dylan should be able to hear him. He lifted Dylan’s laptop off the cushion next to him and put it on the coffee table, out of the way. “Did you finish your first draft?”
“I did!” Dylan called back, walking back into the room and climbing back into August’s lap. “My advisor already handed it back to me with her notes. That’s what I was working on when you walked in.”
August grabbed Dylan’s ass and pulled him in close, dragging his stubbled chin up the side of his cheek and kissing his temple.
“Is she still bothering you about Marcus and getting more funding for the department?” he asked.
Dylan snorted and shook his head. “No, I told Marcus about her, and he told me to have her call him. She did, and now he’s going to use the university as a funnel school for LupiMed. The whole department is thrilled.”
“That’s nice,” August said. It had been a while since he was in school, and he’d never had much to do with the administrators or faculty beyond what was necessary.
“It is,” Dylan agreed. “And Steve said it would help Marcus feel less guilty about not dealing with his dad sooner if I let him do something for me.”
August made a sympathetic noise, kissing under Dylan’s ear and licking down to his neck. He found his claiming bite and bit down over the mark. He sucked it between his teeth, licking over the trapped skin, feeling his bond with Dylan vibrate like a livewire.
His cock throbbed, but he didn’t want to interrupt the feeling of the bond thrumming between them.
