Under the Moon (3 page)

He kind of felt a little guilty about using Anton to get to Jamie, but he'd try to make it up to the guy somehow. Hell, as obsessed as Anton was with the whole wolf thing, maybe he could take the man to his wolf sanctuary and just show him around.

He went by the store and got beer before going to the local Wing Stop to get boneless wings and bleu cheese sauce. The smell made his mouth water, and he ended up getting another order to munch on the way. He liked the really hot ones better than the sour buffalo, so he got habanero.

That was how he ended up with a ring of fire around his lips and a terrible watery eye where he'd rubbed buffalo sauce in it while trying to get rid of the sweat that dripped in his face. Those were some hot wings.

Anton opened the door and immediately stepped back, eyebrows rising. “What happened to your face?"

Handing over the closed bag of wings and sauce, Ty summoned up a smile. Or he thought it was a smile. From Anton's horrified expression, he thought maybe it was more a baring of teeth. He just knew it hurt.

"Can I use your bathroom, man?” he finally asked when Anton just stood there.

"Shit. Sure. I'm sorry. Come on in.” Anton finally took the bag of wings and let him in, waving vaguely toward the hall where Ty remembered the bathroom living. He went in and scrubbed his hands, which at least made it look less like he'd murdered someone. Washing his face just made it more raw-looking, though, which was not helpful at all.

The bathroom door was just yielding under his hand again when he heard Jamie in the hall.

"Do I smell wings, Anton?"

He hated to jump out and go boo, but that was almost exactly what happened. Jamie met him face to face, stopping dead and staring at him.

"Dude, what are you doing in my bathroom?"

Ty spread his hands in what he hoped was a placating gesture. “Anton said you liked wings."

One dark brow rose almost to Jamie's hairline. “So you ate them on the way over?"

"I got a double order. Mine were habanero. That was a mistake.” He could barely see Jamie out of his left eye. With the other he noticed how good the man was looking. Lean but fit, Jamie moved easily, and smelled damned good.

"I can smell it. Those are vicious.” Brushing past him, Jamie headed toward the kitchen. “So, are you here to see Anton?"

"I told him I would roll up a character.” That was the truth, but he hoped it also told Jamie what he was really there for.

"Yeah? Well, beware. It just gets scarier from there."

He was kind of afraid of that, but since he had no real intention of gaming with Anton, it was no big deal. How weird would it be to roleplay a werewolf?

"We could go get coffee instead."

"You don't do coffee.” Jamie glanced back at him, frowning. “And I told you what I don't do. Smells good, huh, Anton?"

Anton stood at the counter, busily arranging wings on a platter. “It does. I told him they were your favorite. I was hoping they'd entice you to roll up a player character."

"Wow. You two are just full of conspiracies."

Shit. He hadn't meant for it to come across like that. Ty just spread his hands. “What can I say? I like your company."

"Uh-huh.” Jamie grabbed a wing and munched. “Mmm. Boneless. Nice."

"Thanks."

Anton looked back and forth between them, an unreadable expression on his face. Ty couldn't blame the guy if he was confused. He had no idea Ty and Jamie had spent some quality sex time together. “Well, Jamie. Will you join us?"

"No. Not if you game. If you watch a movie, sure."

Ty bit back the huge grin hat threatened to take over. “Surely we can put on a movie while I roll some dice and make a sheet, huh?"

Anton nodded slowly. “Of course, of course. I'll go get something started."

"Thanks."

Anton left the little galley kitchen, and Ty immediately invaded Jamie's space. “You smell good."

"And you smell like burnt flesh. Dude, habanero? What were you thinking? You'll shit fire for days."

"I did kind of overdo it.” He reached out, but Jamie ducked.

"Don't be touching me with your burny hands, okay? You probably have enough capsaicin on there to take down a small village. Your face is burning up."

Okay, so he hadn't thought about how so non-sexy that would be. Really, his wolf had been telling him about his empty belly, and he'd gone on a wee bender. Stress did that to him

"Sorry. It was better than jogging.” He had about a million things he wanted to say, some clever, a lot of them suave. What came out was, “I got you extra bleu cheese."

Jamie grinned a little, even though the expression looked rueful. “I thought I told you I don't do this."

"You said you don't date guys like me. This is not a date. This is hanging out.” Ty kept a straight face, but it was tough when Jamie's expression turned incredulous.

"You are too much, man. Come on. Anton will be getting antsy."

They sat, Anton and Jamie ate, and Ty squirmed uncomfortably through
The Howling
. Not because it was bad or anything, but because his eye was swelling shut.

"Do you want some Benadryl?” Anton finally asked, frowning in apparent concern. “You look awful."

Ty opened his mouth, but nothing came out but a croak. Oh, crap, even his throat was swelling a little.

Jamie licked his fingers, which was insanely hot, even under the bizarre circumstances. “I'll get it. I have some liquid for when I get a mushroom every now and then."

Ah, so with Jamie it was nightshades. Ty figured he'd best avoid habaneros from now on. Way to be smooth and patient and alpha, he thought. This was like something from a bad chick flick comedy.

Two little caps full of Benadryl made everything better in about twenty minutes. It also knocked him out cold halfway through
Teen Wolf
. He didn't even manage a single dice roll for Anton, who was being very nice about everything, bless his weird little gamer heart.

He heard Jamie and Anton murmuring to one another, and he felt someone ease his boots and socks off before covering him with a blanket. He hung off the couch a little, but that was okay.

It was time for a nap.

Jamie stared at the behemoth asleep on his couch and shook his head. Then he started gathering up plates and beer bottles.

"Thanks for hanging out with us tonight, Jamie,” Anton said, coming to help clear up the napkins and stuff. Wings, even boneless ones, made quite a mess.

"No problem."

"Yeah, you like him, don't you?"

Jamie's head snapped up so he could stare at his roommate. “What do you mean?"

"You don't want to, but you do. I get it. He was here for you, not me."

"Well, yeah. I mean, no offense, Anton, but you're not queer. Ty likes guys."

"I figured. I wasn't trying to get in his pants. Just get him to game with me. He has this great personality for an alpha berserker in the game."

Anton's brown eyes glowed with zeal for a moment. Such a weird little obsession. Jamie only smiled.

"He's kind of a dork."

Anton nodded. “He is. Way more than I would have thought. Will you keep an eye on him? I need to run over to Marie's and pick up some manuals. Proofreading job."

"Sure.” Jamie worked hard not to roll his eyes. It was like ten at night. Picking up manuals was obviously code for I'm going to get laid.

"Thanks.” Anton finished washing up and headed out, leaving Jamie with a sleeping, and snoring, Ty.

He went back to the living room to study Ty while the man was unaware. Ty was pretty when he was asleep, blond hair all crazy, that ridiculous rash on his face fading. Poor guy needed some Chapstik, though, in the worst way.

Whatever had possessed the guy to eat a whole bucket of habanero wings, Jamie thought it was kind of endearing. If Ty had nerves about coming over and pressing Jamie into dealing with him again, it made him less wolf and more human, and Jamie was all about that.

He sighed and put on another movie, curling up in the big easy chair next to the couch. Anton's throne, he called it, because that was where the man game-mastered from, and he always acted like royalty. He wrinkled his nose a tiny bit, because Anton's scent was a little acrid with smoke, whether cigarette or green, and a little off, somehow. It always had been.

What a mess the whole Ty thing was. Jamie liked the guy, damn it, and that made it super hard to be mean. Or indifferent. Jamie sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He'd have a little nap, too. Then he'd decide what to do with the big, wolfy elephant in the room.

Ty woke up with a crick in his neck that just wouldn't quit. Evidently he'd fallen asleep somewhere that was too short for his fairly sizable form. He muttered a curse, levering himself up and glancing around, trying to piece together the events of the... Night. It was showing night out the window at the end of the room.

Rubbing his face brought everything back, because it stung like crazy. He stood, his back popping, his shoulders creaking, and went to look in Jamie and Anton's fridge. He grabbed the milk bottle and drank directly from it, the cool stuff putting out the last of the fire on his tongue.

"See? That's just like an alpha,” Jamie said from the doorway. “Drinking from someone else's milk carton."

"I didn't see any glasses."

"Where did you look? The ceiling?” Jamie stared up at the ceiling, mouth open, eyes vacant. “Oh, I can't find any glasses. Boo hoo."

"Very funny.” Ty had to grin, though. He was kind of a neat freak, and it would bother him to have someone drink out of his milk. “I'll get you a new one."

"Nah. Anton doesn't drink it, and you and I have swapped spit already."

"Mmm. Not nearly enough. I promise that the burning is gone. Can I touch you now?"

"I think that would be a really bad idea.” Jamie stayed right where he was, but there was something there, suddenly. Something in Jamie's scent. It told Ty bad idea or not, Jamie wanted his touch.

"I disagree.” He stepped closer, then closer. “I'm a scientist, though. We have to prove stuff through trial and error."

"Uh.” Jamie's eyes widened, dark and a little startled. “Stop."

"Nope.” Ty moved right up until their chests touched. “I want you, Jamie. I'm willing to fight your instincts and make a real play, too. “

"What if I'm not?"

"Then you would have kicked me out when I showed up. After your dramatic exit the other day, that would be the only answer if you really weren't interested.” Ty reached up to touch Jamie's cheek, fingers sliding back into the lush hair behind Jamie's ear.

"I like the way you taste.” Jamie closed his eyes and sighed, leaning against Ty's hand. “I don't want to get involved."

"But you want me."

Jamie's eyes opened, met his. “I do. Bad."

"Excellent.” He bent and kissed that amazing mouth, remembering instantly how it had felt wrapped around his cock. Thank God they had both had the bleu cheese, or it could have gotten really ugly real fast. As it was, the most difficult thing to deal with was how hard his dick got as fast as it did.

Jamie moaned for him, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, squeezing a little. It felt almost like a massage, easing his soreness from sleeping on the couch. He hummed, deepening the kiss a little.

When Jamie broke away, he frowned, missing the feel and taste of the man already.

"Don't worry, man.” Jamie kissed his lower lip quickly. “I'm not stopping, stupid as it is. I just think we should move it to the bedroom. I don't want to be all hot and naked and have Anton walk in on us.

"Good idea.” Jamie had a valid point. “Show me which room is yours."

Jamie's bedroom was small and a little chaotic, with clothes strewn all over and bright pillows covering the bed. The colors were almost Navajo, bright and orange and yellow. The place smelled like Jamie, too, which made Ty's cock push against his pants. He did like that smell.

"Bed's bigger than I thought it would be.” The big double dominated the room.

"I don't do much here but sleep. Figured I might as well make it comfy.” Jamie tugged at Ty's shirt, and Ty raised his arms obligingly. Looked like once Jamie made up his mind to do something he got it done, even if he protested the intelligence of it.

"I like it.” It had a nice four-poster set up, which meant he could tie Jamie up if he needed to, just to convince him how good it could be if Ty stayed around.

"Me, too.” His belt went flying, then his jeans. “Mmm. I didn't get to really look last time."

Ty kept his arms raised a little and turned in a circle, letting Jamie look his fill. “You like it?"

"I do. This was the only part I got to see, really.” Jamie pushed one hand under Ty's cock and lifted, letting it fill his palm. “Still the best part."

"God.” Ty jerked, his cock slapping Jamie's skin. “Yeah."

"I mean, the belly is nice. Ripped. And your ass is to die for. But really, your cock is like, perfect or something.” Jamie licked his lips, a motion that sent a fresh wave of need straight through Ty's body. His balls tightened up.

"Thanks.” Ty lowered his arms, his hands on Jamie's arms. “Now you."

"Mmm. ‘Kay. Lube is in that drawer.” Jamie pointed, and Ty was suddenly torn between watching Jamie undress and grabbing the lube.

The lube won out, and proved to be damned hard to find in Jamie's underwear drawer. By the time he found it, Jamie was completely bare, that nice long cock standing straight out from the man's bushy pubes.

Jamie grinned at him before very deliberately turning and bending over the bed, ass at a perfect, irresistible angle. “Come and get me, Ty."

"Hot little bottom boy.” Ty took the two steps forward necessary to reach that amazing and tight little ass. He tossed the condom he'd pulled out on the bed so he could use both hands on the lube.

"I am not.” Jamie wiggled, though, ass wagging back and forth like it had a tail attached. Oh, man. Best not to ponder fucking wolf-Jamie as wolf-Ty. That lead to freaky things like mating for life, and who had time for that?

Ty groaned at the thought, unsure if it was hot or scary. He went with hot for the time being, because he sure as hell didn't want to waste the hard-on he had. He got his fingers wet once he finally opened the little tube, got them good and slick. Then he pushed one against Jamie's hole.