Wolves At The Door

by Girl, Breukelen

  Hooper jerked forward with the sudden yanking of his position and fell forward. Bracing himself against Thane’s chest. A hitched breath left him as his hands flattened against the hard, sculpted chest before him. He could see Thane’s nipples tightening under the cotton of the t-shirt he wore.

  His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of wolf fur and male underneath him and damn his body didn’t want to do a little happy dance because of it and being so close to it.

  “Look at me Hooper.” Thane commanded in a voice that Hooper found distractingly hard to resist. He dragged his eyes up to the other male. “Do you see pity in my eyes?” His brown eyes had darkened and Hooper could see nothing but heat in them. A burning heat that threatened to scorch him if he moved. And he wanted to move.

  Sitting atop Thane’s crotch was a pleasant torture for both of them. The weight of Hooper on him, only added to Thane’s cock excitement and hardening. His encased erection was in need of release, but he ignored the urge to unzip himself. Instead, he enjoyed the sensation of Hooper’s hardness pressing back against him. “Answer me Hooper.”

  Thane knew the younger wolf couldn’t speak. He’d been placed in a position of intent and out of the submissive sub-space, Thane had put him in earlier.

  Hooper was again in a weird state of trans fixation and anxiety. His mouth opened and his eyes dropped to Thane’s chest. He’d seen lust before in his conquests, that was easy to come by. But what he saw in Thane was desire, pulsating desire. It was raw and fiery and it excited Hooper immensely. He’d never been with an alpha male before.

  The thought of being with Thane, having him fuck his ass was currently short circuiting his brain from forming words. Especially since Thane’s hands had been slowly kneading his ass cheeks while he’d been sitting atop of him.

  “Hooper, I gave you an order.” Thane’s voice become a little gruff. One hand dropped away from his ass and Hooper whined in his throat. “Hooper.” Thane uttered at him, hearing the whine, as his hand ascended up Hooper’s back and along the back of his neck. Hooper lifted his head then, and looked back at Thane.

  A shiver made Hooper tremble unwillingly as he enjoyed the light touch of Thane’s hand skimming over his body and cupping the back of his neck. His fingers scrapping the base of his scull as his finger clutched at the back of his hair.

  “Come here.” Thane muttered heatedly pulling the younger wolf’s head down to his. Hooper opened his mouth as it slanted across Thane’s and the world he knew disappeared. Engulfed in heat and lust and wolf desire. He smelt fur and his body shifted, pressing itself against Thane, his flat hands caressing the clothed chest before him.

  Thane’s hands kept moving over Hooper’s body. One hand in his hair, fingers running over him, his other still on one jeans clothed ass cheek, cupping and fondling the muscle that sat in it perfectly.

  Hooper’s mouth was taken with Thane’s tongue licking at it, exploring it thoroughly even as his teeth nipped at the ends of tongue and bottom lip. A soft moan emitted from him and without conscious thought his hips began to rock back and forth. Creating a pleasant friction between Thane and himself.

  Thane’s kiss became hungrier as Hooper moved against him, deliberately building the fire that made their cocks twitch with painful hardness. Hands grappled at Thane’s t-shirt trying to pull at it.

  Thane dropped his hands away from Hooper momentarily to help him pull the t-shirt up and off him as Hooper looked down on the tattooed chest he’d witnessed earlier, with lust. Transfixed in staring at the tattoo, Hooper stopped moving and watched as his fingers, began tracing the intricate lines of it.

  “You’re a god.” He muttered softly as his fingers explored the inked skin. Thane watched him and moved his hands back to Hooper’s ass, holding him. He’d had various reactions to the tattoo. But he’d never been called a god before, that was a first. He smiled back at Hooper, watching him enjoy himself.

  “Do you have a condom?” Thane asked breaking the hazy gaze that was target locked on his pectoral muscles.

  Hazel eyes flew up to meet his gaze, they were sharp and clear. “Yes, in my back pocket.”

  “Good.” Thane said, reaching with one hand, into one of said back jeans back pocket and then the other to find the condom packet. It wasn’t that Thane didn’t have any on him. Of course he did, he’d had a completely ulterior motive for seducing his way into Hooper’s apartment in the first place, so when he’d gone and got beer, he’d also picked up condoms.

  But he wanted Hooper to feel a sense of control over them. That was why he was instigating the power exchange between them. He gauged that control in Hooper was important and from their little chat, that Hooper maybe didn’t feel like he had any, if he ever had.

  That and he wasn’t sure how aware or experienced, Hooper was with true domination through sex, rather than just werewolf and lycan hierarchy in culture. Thane was okay with allowing him to try it out, to understand what alpha and beta wolf sex could be like, if you didn’t fight your biological nature.

  “Open you jeans and pull out your cock and balls.” Thane instructed.

  Without hesitation, Hooper’s hands commenced doing what they had been told and what he indeed, wanted to do. He watched Thane’s reaction to the sight as he relieved a bit of the pressure he’d been feeling, by pulling his cock out of the confines of his jeans.

  Thane licked his lips. Hooper’s hand glided down his cock slowly. Thane’s eyes tracked it. “That’s a freebie, but no more. Put the condom on.” Thane said looking back up at the flushed face before him.

  Hooper opened the package and discarded it without regard, rolling a green condom over his length. “Mm, green is that peppermint flavoured or something?” He asked running a finger over Hooper’s bottom lip. It was still puffy from their kissing session. He rather liked it looking like that. Knowing that he’d been the cause of it.

  Hooper shrugged his shoulders loosely. “Come here.” Thane pulled him back down to his mouth again and they began kissing, heavily again. “Move. No hands.” Thane said between heavy kisses at Hooper. Hooper’s cock pointed up and along Thane’s abs, sliding up and against him, causing Hooper to moan softly. “That’s it, use me.” Thane’s voice husked at him.

  Hands crept towards the jeans seam in the crevice of Hooper’s ass and fingers pressed inwards tightly as Hooper kept moving and kissing Thane. His moans turning to breathless little gasps and small cries of “god” with each movement that built inside him.

  Hands kept rubbing up the front of Thane’s chest and playing with his nipples. Hooper’s eyes blazed crystal clear and locked onto Thane.

  “Please.” He uttered seeking permission for his own release that was imminent any second.

  Thane knew Hooper couldn’t control himself, enough to withhold his own orgasm, but that he was asking him for permission to come, made the alpha part of him, swell with pride. They were getting somewhere now.

  Thane moved one hand from Cooper’s ass, sliding up his back again and cupping his neck. Thick fingers digging into the back of his neck. “Come.” Thane uttered as his fingers slid up under Hooper’s hair line and into his scalp.

  A shiver broke out over Hooper’s body and he twitched as his hips twisted and thrust forward. His own hands, digging their fingers into Thane’s chest to stop from going to his own cock.

  Hooper lifted his head and panted heavily. Leaving the underside of his neck utterly exposed to Thane as he arched his body upwards, while his cock dug into Thane’s hard abdominal muscles. Thane willed himself not to come in his own jeans with everything Hooper was doing atop of him. It was hot and it was turning him on, completely.

  To have such a beautiful wolf utterly at his control, seeking his pleasure, that was being ignited, because of him. Thane had a lot of control but he wasn’t completely impervious to being aroused especially when he’d orchestrated Hooper’s doing it to him. However much he was enjoying getting the other wolf off. “So pretty.” Thane said softly before sha
pe shifting his teeth and running them along Hooper’s throat, nibbling at his skin, pulling at it as the younger male’s body tensed.

  “Fuck yes.” Hooper managed to mutter as he felt Thane’s teeth nibble along his throat up to his ear. His body shuddered hard and he jerked a few times, as his came, filling the condom before collapsing against Thane’s sweaty chest.

  Warm arms wrapped around him and held him close as both males listened to one another’s breathing and then locked in their embrace, closed their eyes.

  7

  Thane awoke with Hooper curled up on top of him. At some point, Hooper had removed the condom and tucked himself back in his tight, sexy, jeans. The heaviness of the male on him, felt oddly comfortable. He hadn’t the joy of a sleeping so intimately for far too long now. He patted the back of Hooper’s head, causing the younger male to sigh lustfully and curl closer to him, as if seeking more heat from his body.

  Thane rolled his eyes to the roof and counted to ten silently in his head. He had to get himself under control again. It’d been a stupid idea to try and seduce the male wolf in the first place and now, here he was, in the blissful afterglow of sexual foreplay, totally enjoying himself and the feel of the male body resting on him.

  He couldn’t do this. Shouldn’t do this. It wouldn’t mean anything more than a quick fuck and every time he looked at Hooper a quick fuck wasn’t what his werewolf senses kept telling him he needed. And yet, Hooper felt so damn perfect in his hands and amazing against his bare skin.

  He looked back at the sleeping male and planted a kiss on top of his head that rested on his chest. “Hey lovely,” Thane said softly. Hooper made a soft sound back at him and damn if Thane’s cock didn’t twitch with a need to be in that mouth and down his throat.

  He could do this, he could just enjoy what he’d given Hooper and leave it at that. He glanced at the watch around his wrist, over Hooper’s bare back.

  “Mm baby,” Hooper answered sleepily. “S'good.”

  Damn Hooper being so goddam adorable that he didn’t want to let go. God he missed the holding and hugs part of sex. Still, he forced himself to shove that thought aside. “I gotta get going lovely.”

  Hooper’s face frowned in his sleep and he whined in his throat, tightening into Thane harder. “Don’t. Perfect.”

  Thane stoked Hooper’s bare back. He felt it too. It was an utterly perfect a moment, that shouldn’t be ruined by him. But it was going to be. “I gotta go love.” Hooper opened his eyes then and blinked a few times as Thane kept stroking his hair. “We fell asleep, the game’s over.” He said indicating the television that was now playing some television games show on it.

  “Don’t go.” Hooper said softly looking up at Thane with sleepy, bedroom eyes. Jesus, was that lust in those hazel eyes for him? “Stay and we can talk more if you want. Just talk.” Hooper said resting his chin on Thane’s chest and looking up at him. It was one the cutest moves he’d ever seen a guy do before. He jerked up and keeping Hooper tight against him as he moved down towards Hooper’s mouth.

  “I’ve really enjoyed this.” He said softly looking deep into Hooper’s hazel eyes. “And I’m very sorry to say I have to go.”

  “Just awhile longer.” Hooper begged softly.

  “I can’t.” Thane replied before diving in on his mouth and kissing him. The kiss was tender happiness that warmed Thane in a way that made his chest ache with a need he hadn’t known he’d been missing.

  Hooper whined in his throat back at him as he broke the kiss and stared down at him, with intense heat. “Can’t you just,”

  “Sorry.” Thane replied cutting him off and loosening his arms around Hooper till they were on his arms and pushing him up off his chest. “I really can’t, family commitment.” Thane said with a half smile as Hooper, reluctantly slid off of him, so he was free to move.

  He looked at Hooper who suddenly pouted at him like a petulant child, crossing his arms over his chest. Thane sighed and grabbed his t-shirt- which had been flung over the back of the couch, turning it inside out.

  “You know, that pout is pretty sexy.” He teased, slipping his arms into his t-shirt and pulling the cotton material up over his head quickly.

  He heard the intake of breath from Hooper as his abs, quickly moved and then disappeared, covered by the t-shirt again.

  “Sexy pout, sexy jeans and he still cuts and runs on me.” Hooper uttered bordering on anger. “What does a guy have to do to get your full attention?”

  “Like I said, I’ve got a family commitment to attend to. I just, didn’t realize the time had gone by so fast.”

  Hooper lifted his chin up. “Uh huh. So what’s this pre-arranged escape clause then?” He said waving a hand at than dramatically.

  Thane looked at him sceptically. “Dear drama queen, it is not an escape clause.”

  “Whatever.” Hooper replied coolly looking away from him. Not minding the name Thane had called him because he knew he was being stupidly irrational, like some dumb ass teenager, not a man.

  Thane rather preferred it when Hooper was looking at him. He sighed heavily. Maybe it looked bad, that he was ditching the guy but he honestly did have to go. It was just that he’d felt a pull towards Hooper that he hadn’t been able to ignore after seeing him the hallway.

  “My sister invited me to dinner with her and her husband. In Manhattan. So I got to motor.” Thane replied amused by Hooper’s annoyance at him.

  “Oh.” Hooper replied relaxing a little. He pouted again, gradually bringing his eyes back to Thane.

  “That’s the truth.” Thane said walking over to Hooper and cupping the side of his face. “Promise.” He said with a chuckle giving him a quick kiss and pat on the backside. Thane smiled, before heading out the door.

  Hooper watched him leave and he dropped his arms off his chest, letting them hang heavily by his side as he looked at the closed front door to his apartment. Damn. That whole encounter was hot and made him dizzy when he thought about all of it.

  The guy had literally been dropped in his lap, or more correctly he had been in Thane’s lap.

  “One hot afternoon in the Bronx and I am on fire.” Hooper said out loud to no one but himself scratching the back of his head. “And you let him go. Shit!” He slapped a hand to his forehead. “Come on Parish, you can do better than a close encounter of the sexually fuck-less erotic kind.”

  Hooper ran his fingers through his hair, roughing it up a little in front as he walked towards his own front door. He was determined to get a second encounter out of his hot neighbor.

  He’d set up a date with him maybe, or just a casual invite to watch more basketball or something. He’d get inspired when he talked to him again. Hooper opened his door and walked across to the other apartment. His hand raised to knock on the door when he heard voices. As in plural, more than one voice. More than just Thane. He couldn’t make out what they were saying but there was two.

  Hooper froze. He listened. He didn’t know what he was doing out there suddenly other than stalking the guy who’d jacked him off and politely exited their encounter without any promise of return, despite how polite and sweet he’d been.

  Hooper groaned at himself. He’d just been ditched with a thanks, don’t call me I’ll call you maneuverer, except Thane hadn’t said that so much as just done that. “So thick.” He muttered and dropped his hand. Still he stood looking at the other door and listening to the voices on the other size.

  Definitely voices. Thane was like an erotic day dream come to life. But clearly, that was all he was. A dream, a passing fancy and Hooper was just a way for the other wolf to pass the time. Hooper closed his door and leaned back against it closing his eyes. Thane.

  No last name, no phone number given, no information known. Just that he was an extremely exotic werewolf who fit Hooper’s body perfectly and made his inner werewolf whine with longing to sit at his feet again, or be encased in his strong arms.

  8

  Hooper tried to ignore the rest of the
night. Which was like saying he was trying to forget the world around him. Because he was in his apartment again, alone. As he had been so many nights before. It wasn’t fair and the cause of his unfairness was across the hallway from his own apartment! Or was he?

  Hooper had relegated himself to the safe sanctuary of his bedroom so that he couldn’t hear the front door or Hallways goings on of his neighbour. Or to be more accurate, he’d decided to hide out in his bedroom, so he wasn’t tempted to stalk over the hall to find out what the deal with Thane was.

  Thane who he was already itching for to kiss him again, to run his fingers through his hair and push him down to the ground. He wanted the older werewolf male above him, with his cock out. Hooper wanted to see it, feel it free against his own. He sighed and lay deeper into the pillows behind his head. He wanted to wrap his lips around what he’d felt hardening under him this afternoon. He wanted to suck Thane deep into his mouth until he was the one writing without restraint.

  Hooper reached for the lube on his bed stand and opened the top drawer next to the bed. He’d never felt so physically connected to another wolf before. It was unnerving in a sense, especially since he had nothing to go on to even guarantee Thane would be back for seconds.

  The man hadn’t even let him tend to his own needs. What werewolf did that? Hooper lubed up the toy in his hand and one finger.

  Regardless of this, Hooper planned to have his ass ready for Thane, should he get the chance to be fucked by the sexy male wolf. He wiggled the butt plug slowly into himself as he breathed out and groaned. It’d been awhile since he’d had any anal action.

  He closed his eyes and remembered the feel of Thane’s fingers pressing through his jeans, testing the dexterity of the denim and the feel of his ass cheeks underneath. Regardless of this, Hooper planned to have his ass ready for Thane, should he get the chance to be fucked by the sexy male wolf. He wiggled the butt plug slowly into himself as he breathed out and groaned.