Chapter 36
MAX
Warren was waiting on the curb outside his apartment building when Max arrived, waving at him as he pulled over and opening the door and climbing into the truck as soon as Max had come to a stop.
“It’s so cold!” he said, holding his hands up over the vents and letting the warm air blow over his mittens. He turned to Max. “Hi! It’s nice to see you. How was work?”
Max leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Good. Uneventful.”
They made out for a minute, Warren letting out a moan when Max grabbed him by the back of his neck.
Eventually, they pulled apart.
“I’m looking forward to the Christmas market,” Warren said, taking off his mittens and putting his bare fingers back over the vent. “I looked at the event page online. They have a lot of cool stalls.”
“Do you need to get some more clothes?” Max asked, looking down at him trying to warm his fingers. “We’re going to be outside.”
“Oh no, I loaned my gloves to Josh and he forgot to give them back. I had to walk home without them.” Warren lowered his hands and relaxed back into his seat. “I went up and got my mittens and another scarf before coming down to meet you, but I didn’t have time to stay and get properly warm.”
“I would have waited for you,” Max said.
“Yeah, but I could just as easily warm up in here with you,” Warren said.
“If you want to warm up properly, stick your hands in here.” Max opened his jacket, gesturing down at the warm space inside.
He wasn’t really expecting Warren to lean over the console and slide his hands under his jacket.
Warren let out a dramatic sigh, warming his hands with Max’s body. “You’re right. That’s really nice.”
Max froze, his cock going rock hard in his black tactical pants. The sensation of Warren’s cool fingers was going right to his cock.
“Any time you need to get warm," Max said, his voice rough as he cleared his throat. He resisted the urge to reach down and squeeze his bulge.
Warren pulled his hands back, looking a little flushed. "Thanks." He glanced down at Max’s lap. “Would you like some help with that?”
They were still parked on the curb, cars and pedestrians passing by, but Max’s truck had tinted windows and they were high enough off the ground that nothing below the wheel would be visible to passing cars or people on the sidewalk.
Max still couldn’t quite believe what Warren was offering. When he didn’t respond immediately, Warren looked embarrassed.
“I mean, we should probably get going-”
“Yes, please,” Max interrupted. He reached down and unbuttoned his waistband and pulled down the zipper of his fly, freeing his cock and letting it bounce up and come to rest against the front of his bomber jacket.
Warren leaned over, climbing all the way into his seat and leaning down to take it in his mouth.
The wet heat of Warren’s mouth closing down on his cockhead made Max’s toes curl in his boots and his abs clench. He grabbed Warren by his hair, holding him down on his cockhead while his breathing turned ragged.
“Couldn’t wait, huh?” he asked, pushing Warren down an inch or two onto his cock.
Warren let out a hum, his hands wrapping around Max’s shaft and stroking him while he worked the slit of Max’s cock with his tongue.
Biting his lip and looking out the window, the cars and people outside oblivious to what he was doing, Max resisted the impulse to shove Warren further down on his cock and let his mate take things at his own pace.
Warren lifted off his cock with a wet plop and nuzzled his face down against his shaft, kissing and shoving his nose into the crevice of his balls where they spilled out of his fly.
He kissed his way back up to Max’s head, taking a moment to lick around the crown and rub the tip of Max’s length against his cheek.
"Push me down," Warren demanded before taking the head of Max's cock back into his mouth.
The order sent a jolt of arousal through Max’s body, his hand fisting tight in Warren’s hair as he shoved him down on his cock and made him gag.
The angle was all wrong, but Max lifted his hips and tilted Warren’s head so that he could keep forcing his way down into the depths of Warren’s esophagus.
Warren choked and sputtered, his hands groping and feeling up and down Max’s thighs, and when he grabbed Max’s balls and rolled them around in his palms, the sensation sent Max careening off the edge and into orgasm. He pushed Warren down to his knot with a grunt.
His knot had already inflated enough that he didn’t have to worry about accidentally locking in his mouth.
The convulsions of Warren’s throat working his shaft, load after load of thick alpha come shooting directly into his mate’s stomach, Max lost himself in the blissful release of his orgasm.
Warren shifted his grip from Max’s balls to his knot, squeezing down and making Max shudder.
When Max finally stopped coming, Warren’s face was a teary mess. His lips were puffy to the point of looking sore, and there was come and spit dripping from his nose and mouth.
Max’s crotch was an even bigger mess. His cock was dripping and his balls were drenched in spit. Tucking himself back into his pants, he leaned over and licked Warren’s face clean before dropping down and returning the favor and giving Warren a blowjob of his own.
Warren came after just a few seconds of Max working his cock, and Max drank down his load with relish.
After Max licked the final spurt of come off his cock and tucked it back into his pants, Warren murmured, "Thank you."
“No, thank you,” Max said. The messy wetness in his pants was going to be annoying as hell when they were outside in the icy cold at the Christmas market, but it was so worth it.
The Christmas market wasn’t really Max’s thing, but he was having a great time anyway.
As they walked around, looking at Christmas decorations and buying snacks and hot cocoa, he made it his mission to make sure that Warren didn’t get cold.
Any time he noticed even a hint of a shiver or a tucking of hands into pockets, he opened his jacket and pulled Warren close to his chest to warm him up.
Marcus, being a copycat, started competing with him to see who could snag Warren first.
Unlike Max’s bomber jacket, Marcus’s tight sheepskin jacket didn’t have enough room in it for Marcus to be able to properly wrap it around Warren’s body, much less zip it up around them both.
Every time Max raised the zipper on his bomber jacket all the way up to Warren’s chin, he sent Marcus a smug, superior smirk.
Warren, who was spending more time being warmed than not, eventually took off his scarf and mittens, seemingly delighted by Max and Marcus’s battle for warming rights.
Harland, who had no warmth to offer, walked behind them like a silent, incredibly intimidating bodyguard.
“It’s my turn,” Marcus demanded when they came to a stop in front of a stall selling Disney-themed knockoffs.
Max, who had pulled Warren up against his chest the second he noticed his attention on the stall and realized that he was about to stop, shot him a smirk and lifted the zipper of his jacket all the way up to Warren’s chin.
Max could feel his wolf wanting to submit, but he ignored it. He could tell across the bond he had with Marcus that it was driving his mate absolutely crazy.
It was hilarious.
Warren squirmed inside his jacket, clearly wanting his arms free, and Max relented. He unzipped his coat just enough so that Warren could examine a collection of keychains.
“This one is cool,” Max said, reaching for a Darth Vader keychain and examining it. He was a big Star Wars fan.
“It is,” Warren agreed. He picked up one with the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. “I’ll get this one.”
“Did you know that in the original story, the beast was a werewolf?” Max asked.
“I did,” Warren said. “The Disney movie changed it. It used to make me so mad when I was little. I wanted him to be a real werewolf like Brock Heeler.”
Marcus let out a startled laugh next to them. “Brock?”
Warren nodded, turning the keychain over and examining the back.
“I had such a crush on him when I was a teenager. I had a poster of him on my bedroom wall where he's wearing these slutty leather pants and sticking his bulge out. I don’t know how many times I jerked off looking at it and imagining him straddling my chest and pushing his bulge down on my face.”
Max, Marcus and Harland all froze. Warren seemed to realize what he had said, a beet-red blush overtaking his face.
“I was a horny teenager,” he defended himself.
Max was a huge Brock Heeler fan, but in that moment, he wanted to hunt him down and rip his throat out.
“Now you have us,” he said, hugging Warren tight.
“And you’re so much better than a poster.” Warren patted his arm.
Marcus took out his phone.
“Who are you texting?” Warren asked. He clearly wanted to change the subject.
“Bruce.”
“Why?” Max asked, curious. The look on Marcus’s face was so determined.
“I’m letting him know to keep Brock away from me during the next few full moons.”
“You know him?” Warren asked, torn between horror and delight.
Marcus put his phone away and nodded. “He’s my cousin on my mom’s side.”
“That’s so cool!” Warren exclaimed.
“It’s really not.”
“He’s a movie star!”
Marcus's voice went flat. “And I’m his alpha.”
“No more talking about Brock,” Harland declared, making them all jump. He removed his helmet, leaning down to give Max and then Warren a kiss.
Max hadn’t noticed the sun going down.
“I smell funnel cakes,” Marcus declared, lifting his nose to the air. “Anyone in the mood to ruin their appetite before dinner?”
“Absolutely,” Warren replied.
They set off.
After the Christmas market, they walked the short distance to the restaurant. Harland had reserved a private room with an intimate round table and they were quickly seated and served drinks.